by Jenny
My little sister, Jenny, tells how a good spanking caused her to realise how much she loved her childhood sweetheart.
I first ‘married' my husband when I was seven years old. He lived a few doors up and was eighteen months older than me. I was playing some game with him and his friends. As I was a tomboy I liked playing with boys and used to tag along with them. I don't know whether Tom minded but he always used to accommodate me, his ‘little Jenny', which looking back on it was sweet of him.
This particular day we were playing a game of a Western movie that Tom had seen on the TV, which involved the hero getting married in the end. Well, as the only girl, I was the obvious choice for a bride, especially as none of the other boys wanted to play a female part. There was just one point where the minister said, ‘Kiss the bride,' where I shrunk away in embarrassment. But Tom, even then, was pretty uninhibited and he kissed me on the cheek before I knew what was happening. I tell you, both our faces were red afterwards!
Tom and I remained friends for years, probably as our families were also friends. Also, because my own brother, Mark, is eight years older than I am, Tom played the part of an older brother to me. Mark was everything a much older brother could be, but Tom was my playmate. I loved him because, even as a young boy, he was always so much fun. I was much more comfortable with boys than girls, and we would play, wrestle and fight together, even when there was no-one else to play with. Then we would go off on adventures based on books we had read.
Of course, like most kids, we also got into trouble together. On one occasion we went off with a box of matches I had found in our kitchen with the purpose of making a fire to roast some marshmallows over. Unfortunately, we inadvertently set a hedge on fire and the owners had to come rushing out with pails of water to put the fire out. They told our parents and our backsides needed a few pails of water by the time our mothers had finished with us!
The friendship continued even in our teenage years, although I never thought of Tom as anything but a friend. In fact, I treated all boys as friends and never thought of dating one until I was 14. I did have a few dates but nothing serious until an event that nearly put me off boys for life.
When I was 15, I dated a lad called Darren, who was two years older than me. My parents did not approve but I think I was trying to push the limits somewhat and I started seeing Darren secretly. Better still was when he borrowed his mother's car and we went out for drives together and ended up kissing in the back seat.
It was nothing really serious until my parents went away one weekend and left my sister, Trish, who was then 20, in charge of the house. Mark had just gotten married but was living locally at the time.
Trish and I went to the church together that evening but, while she had a choir rehearsal, I was meant to go to the young people's group. However, after saying goodbye to Trish, I snuck out and met up with Darren. I had a key to the house and we were going to watch some TV together (I thought) and then I'd get back to meet Trish when her rehearsal finished.
Sadly, like many clandestine relationships, it started to go badly wrong, at least from my point of view. Darren suggested we went to my bedroom and naively I let him come in with me. We lay on the bed and started kissing and then one thing led to another. I knew it was wrong as Darren was fondling me in places I knew he shouldn't touch. I was getting quite excited but at the same time was desperate for this to finish.
Darren had almost undressed me and had actually started pulling my panties off when suddenly I heard a noise downstairs and then heavy footsteps ascending the stairs three at a time. My brother, Mark, had arrived just in time to save me from a really bad situation of my own making. I learned much later that Tom had seen me go off with Darren and, knowing what Darren was like (which I didn't), had gone into the choir rehearsal and told Trish. She had phoned Mark, who drove straight to the house. When he saw Darren's car parked there, he guessed what was happening.
I have never seen anyone look as angry as Mark did on that occasion. He was really protective towards his sisters, me in particular as the youngest. Darren looked scared stiff at the sight of him and bolted from the house, doing his pants up as he went. Mark caught him at the door and warned him if he ever came near me again, he would personally break his neck. When the lad started swearing at him, Mark simply picked him up by his collar and threw him out the house. Darren landed on the lawn and scooted as fast as he could. After all, my brother was a big guy and a pretty good football player.
Due to my brother's intervention, I kept my virginity, but the whole experience put me off dating boys for quite some time. I thought I couldn't trust them. I also had a very painful interview with my parents when they got back, especially with my dad who gave me a right good spanking (one of the few he ever gave me) and grounded me for ages. They were really hurt because I had betrayed their trust and I felt really ashamed of myself for being taken in by a boy. And, of course, my parents – especially my father – kept a very close eye on me after that.
But there was still Tom, my trusted friend. We continued to be pals and have fun together until he went away to college. My parents really liked him and Mom had even asked me why I didn't date Tom. But I thought he was just a friend I could have fun with. As I got older I used to love to tease him unmercifully, sometimes acting the flirt without realizing Tom's feelings for me.
It all came to a head, however, a few days before Tom left for college. Mom invited him round for the afternoon to say goodbye and, as Dad was out on business and my sister, Trish, was also away, Mom and I had Tom to ourselves.
That day I had gotten it on me and was really showing off in front of Tom. I was reveling in my naughtiness and trading on his good nature by teasing him and winding him up. I could see – as always – he didn't quite know how to handle this, that is, until Mom came into the room and sat with us. She quickly sized up the situation and suddenly said: “Tom, Jenny's being a brat. Put her over your knee and smack her bottom!”
Hearing this, I jumped up to run, but Tom grabbed me, turned me over his knee and gave me a couple of light smacks on my butt. Of course, I couldn't take the warning and lay over his knee giggling. “Didn't hurt!” I sang and stuck my tongue out at him as I kicked my legs playfully. Funnily enough, it really felt good just lying across this handsome guy's lap. I didn't anticipate what was coming next, however!
Clearly annoyed by my antics, Mom spoke out: “Can't you see how she's playing you up, Tom? She's just asking for a good, hard spanking. For goodness sake, give her one right now or I will!”
“That's more than you dare do!” I giggled, but my giggles turned into shrieks of anguish as Tom's hand came smacking hard down on the back of my thin sundress. I squealed and wriggled but Tom held me tightly over his knee as he dished out twelve good spanks to my rear. He told me later he'd waited a long time to do that! When he finished I got up clutching my stinging butt, red-faced with shock and rather embarrassed.
Mom laughed: “That's the way to do it!” she said approvingly. Then to me: “You've been asking for that all day, young lady!”
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry so I ran upstairs to my bedroom, no doubt leaving Mom to tell Tom how he could improve his spanking technique! She should know as she was an acknowledged expert at spanking naughty girls. My butt smarted a bit but the main effect on me was a deep fluttering in my stomach. The physical contact had made me suddenly realize just how much I fancied my friend.
I washed my face and put on some make-up. I then went down stairs where Tom was sitting on his own, reading a magazine while Mom was getting the meal ready. I looked at Tom, who hadn't seen me yet. He was my best friend, but now the awakenings of love had come to me, could our relationship be the same? Would he love me or was I just his old playmate?
There was only one way to find out. I decided to be bold and went straight and sat on his lap: “You rotter,” I said, smiling. “I didn't think you'd do that. That really stung.”
“Well, little playmate,” he grinned, “I was only obeying orders”
The closeness and warmth of his body were making me quite excited. I wanted to kiss him and sensed he was feeling the same. So I just grabbed him and kissed him long and gratefully for all the years of friendship that were now blossoming into love. Tom was a bit taken aback, I think, but he soon returned my affection. I looked at him and said, “Tom, thanks for your friendship over the years. But I think I love you.”
He chuckled and said: “I've waited for a long time for you to say that. If I'd have thought a spanking could have done it, I'd have given you one years ago!”
“Well,” I said. “I've been such an idiot not realizing my true feelings for you. Will you forgive me?”
“Forgive you?” he said. “Why not you forgive me for being such a hopeless suitor?”
We kissed again, at which point Mom walked in. We started and both blushed, but she merely mumbled, “Praise the Lord! At last!” before tactfully walking out the room.
The next three days were bliss and I saw Tom as much as I could, helping him get everything ready for college. But when at last we said farewell, I was fighting to hold back the tears. In fact, I felt so miserable and empty without him that I at last realized how much I loved him. I just moped around the house to an extent that Mom threatened to take the paddle to me if I didn't snap out of it.
Well, we solved the problem by me going to the same college and we got married as soon as Tom graduated. We just couldn't wait. We were really hard up financially for the first few years of marriage but are gradually working our way up into a better situation.
On our wedding night, to celebrate the fun we'd had together, and because Tom rather likes it when I'm naughty, I played a series of practical jokes on my husband before we went to bed. Trish had helped me plan them in anticipation. Tom was puzzled at first, wondering what was happening, but my giggling finally gave the game away, and when it finally dawned on him that his newly married wife was responsible, he chased me round the bedroom in my nightwear before putting me over his knee and administering justice while I squealed and giggled. I only hoped the walls of the hotel were soundproof!
I went to my marriage bed with a warm bottom but it seemed poetic celebration of what brought us together. And although having sex for the first time showed our inexperience (a fact that I thanked God for!) it was wonderful to feel the naked strength of my husband's manliness. As we joined together my heart quietly gave thanks. I was no longer a virgin but had saved myself for the man I loved the most.
Of course, we got better at having sex – but that first night was something special. It was fun and celebration combined. As I lay there after such a big day, I thanked God for preserving me and keeping me for this most wonderful man who had come into my life. My boyfriend had become my lover and was now my husband. What more could a girl want!
