He carried me to the bed and fucked me with my hands still manacled. It was so wonderful I had shockwaves going through my whole body but afterwards I began to cry. It irritated him. "What in the Hell is wrong now! I know you thoroughly enjoyed that whole experience."

I sobbed, "That is what is wrong. You must think I am a terrible pervert. I liked the whipping. I even pushed everything out for you so you could hit every inch. I should be put in a mental hospital."

"No. You should be happy God provided a way to enjoy things others would hate. He must love you very much."

I grabbed at that explanation. I decided it was a reward for being a good girl for all the years behind me.

From then on there was no pretense of my needing punishment. Any time he became excited he enjoyed my sobs of shame as I held out my breasts for a whipping or worse spread my legs obscenely so he could spank my pussy. That hurt more especially when a thong would go inside my slit to hit my clitoris but that just seemed to excite me more. By the end of the week I was begging him to whip me.

My mother just called to ask about my honeymoon. I told her I was angry with her for not telling me more about what I might expect. I told her Jim wanted me to be totally naked and since her and Dad had always insisted that I must be modest I had refused. He had spanked me till I agreed. She said that she was sorry but it embarressed her to give more details. She went on to say that it was alright to be naked for my husband and that modesty was only necessary when other people were around. Then she asked what he had used to spank me. I described the whip then blubbered, "Mom, he did it on my bare bottom." She said she was sorry that she had caused me to be whipped and that it must have hurt terribly. I had to admit that it was not nearly as bad as Dad's paddle and suggested she try to get Dad to use one. She objected that Dad would want to use it on bare skin. At least with the paddle she had some protection with her clothes.

I told her that even on bare skin it was much better than the paddle because it did not hurt as much or leave bruises. She said she might mention it to him.

Feb 23,1990

Dear Diary,

Jim called yesterday afternoon to tell me my folks were coming over for dinner and to put on a roast. I was anxious for them to see our house. It was almost as large as theirs and had beautiful antique furniture Jim had inherited from his parents. Jim was really proud of it as he had designed it and helped build it on nights and weekends. Mom had taught me to be a good cook so I knew they would enjoy the meal.

When they came Jim made them a drink and showed them around the house. They really liked it. They were complimenting him on his work as he told them he still had to finish the basement. That was news to me. I didn't even know we had one. Dinner was fine. They thoroughly enjoyed the food then Dad and Jim went into the living room to watch the end of a football game while Mom helped me clean up.

After we cleaned up I made her a drink of creme de menthe and vodka. They tasted sweet and minty but were pretty powerful. We had finished two of them and started the third feeling a little giddy and giggling like schoolgirls over dumb things we had done as kids. When the game was over. Jim turned off the TV.

Out of nowhere Dad said, "Paula told me that my daughter was not very satisfactory on her wedding night. I also understand you had to punish her. I hope it was successful. What did you use to punish her?"

Jim said he would show him and came back carrying my whip which he handed to Dad as I blushed to my toes and asked Mom why she had told him I had failed. She answered that I had told her to suggest the whip Jim had used on me for her and there was no way to bring up the subject without telling him that it had been used on me.

Dad was sitting there fondling the whip then hit it against the coffee table. Mom and I jumped at the loud "Splat!" it made.

Dad looked up at Jim and said, "I am really surprised she was impressed by this. She could barely feel it over her clothes. You should use a paddle like mine. It leaves bruises for days."

Jim said in his defense, "It hurts a lot on her bare bottom and I think the humiliation of being beaten naked adds a lot. I don't really want to bruise her because I like the look of her cute butt. Obviously it is effective because her attitude changed much to the better."

Dad looked sharply at Mom and said, "Paula! You did not tell me Jane was naked. You wanted to avoid embarrassment and pain by hoping I would use this on top of your clothes."

Mom looked frightened. "If you had liked it I would have told you. I don't mind your paddle when I have been bad."

Dad sneered at her and said, "I told you to council Jane on what to expect and what she should do on her wedding night. Especially to obey her new husband. I think you failed. Do you agree, Jim?"

"Well, she did seem incredibly naive."

"Jane, did Paula tell you that you should excite your husband by revealing your body and cooperating with his every suggestion."

"No she just said I would have to pull my nightie to my waist so he could enter me while I laid on my back."

"That is pathetic. I am sorry Jim. You are sorry too, aren't you Paula."

"Yes, but you have to understand it embarressed me to talk about sex. We had never discussed it before. I am sorry Jim and Jane that I made your first night unexciting."

Dad stared at her and said, "You deserve to be punished. Don't you?"

Mom whimpered, "Yes. Shall we go home now?"

"No! Jim deserves to see you punished!"

Mom began to cry, "But you didn't bring your paddle!"

"We will use the whip that you preferred to the paddle. Stand in front of us and take off your clothes."

Mom looked as if she had been hit by lightning, "No! You couldn't ask me to do that. Not in front of my daughter and son in law."

This was unbelievable. I had never seen her naked and now she was being told to strip in front of Jim. I looked over at Jim. He stared at her eagerly and there was a lump growing in his pants. I couldn't blame him she was only thirty four years old and even with all her clothes we could tell she had a nice body.

Dad said, "If you hesitate any longer I will take you home, strip you, and use the paddle on your naked butt, thighs, stomach and breasts till you are unconscious."

Mom howled but then began unbuttoning her blouse with her back turned to us. Dad would not even allow her this much modesty. He had her turn around to face us. Saying "This is all in the family. Not strangers. God would understand."

She sobbed through the entire ordeal which took a long time because she was wearing so many clothes. It was a real strip tease as she took off her blouse, her skirt, a full slip, her bra, and then her panties.

Now she was naked and holding her arm over her breasts and her hand over her pussy. I was amazed to see it was hairless like mine. She was blushing clear to her breasts but Dad was still not satisfied. He made her take off her shoes, garter belt and stockings. There was no way she could do this without letting us see her breasts move and her pussy flash as she unrolled the stockings and reached back to unhook the garter belt.

Dad let her stand there for awhile trying to hide herself. She was beautiful. I was happy I had inherited her genes. Her tummy was flat and her breasts did not sag at all. She even had my round firm butt.

I couldn't resist saying, "Gosh Mom. You are beautiful. I had no idea you looked so wonderful under your clothes."

Jim agreed saying, "Yes. You look fantastic. I am so happy you passed your genes to Jane. You could be twins."

Mom blushed but I could tell she was pleased by the compliments although she tried to hide herself by holding her right arm over her breasts and her left hand over her pussy.