My wedding was just a month away. I'd been single for many years after my first marriage. I'd had some fun relationships but was too assertive and independent to re-marry. Meeting Ted changed all that. He was unlike any of the men I'd dated. It didn't hurt that he was 6 feet tall with blonde hair and aqua blue eyes; not to mention his rippled abs and lean musculature. He was also confident, assertive, and was not threatened or intimidated by my intelligence or assertiveness. He brought out characteristics in me I didn't know existed. For example: if anyone had told me I would let a man take me over his knee and spank me blazing red I would have laughed in their face; but now it happened regularly with my blessing. He spanks as a part of foreplay and on rare occasions, to discipline me. Needless to say, my sex life took avenues I never dreamed of, and for the first time in my life I knew what it was like to have more than one orgasm in a night. In fact now, it was rare if I didn't have more than two each time we played.

We'd just returned from dinner as he pulled into his driveway. "Hun, I'll meet you in the house I need to get something from my car."

He nodded "OK" and I went to my car. From it I removed three exquisitely wrapped boxes and a perfumed card. I suddenly felt nervous, wondering how Ted would respond to my gifts. I pulled back my shoulders which thrust forth my very ample bosoms and entered the house.

Ted had lit a fire in the fireplace and smiled at me lovingly, "Glass of Cognac Darlin'?"

Sounded awfully good to me, "Hmmm, hun sounds great! The fire is perfect too! I have something for you."

He poured two glasses of Cognac and joined me on the floor in front of the fire as he eyed the packages but waited for me to speak.

A tidal wave of trepidation washed over me as I second-guessed the wisdom of what I was about to give Ted. But, I looked at him and in an amazingly calm voice I spoke, "I know traditionally the bride and groom do not exchange wedding gifts this much prior to the wedding, but these are special gifts and the traditional one will come at its proper time."

He gave me a puzzled look, creasing his brow but let me go on. My large brown eyes held his as I handed him the smallest of the packages. He opened it slowly, which was adding to my anxiety. He pulled out a gold chain which had a small gold-plated key hanging from it. A second key was in the box although un-plated in gold. "Key to your heart?" he asked.

My face lit up as I chuckled and started to relax. "Nope! You'll find out soon enough." 

He leaned over claiming my mouth and any doubts of what I had done faded. I would give this man any gift to show him my love and trust and faithfullness.

I handed Ted the second box. Inside was a strap that was created in my fervent imagination and then formed by a leather craftsman. The shiny black wooden handle which fit his hand beautifully had a gold plate with his initials engraved at the top. The three straps were thick reddish leather -- the centre strap was 2 inches wide with heart shaped holes; on both sides were 1 inch solid straps. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about that strap after it had a turn at my backside, but from the look on his face he was elated.

"Darlin' I've never seen anything like this -- I absolutely love it!"

"Well", I excalimed, "my mind got creative one night when I couldn't sleep and I finally found someone who could make it for me."

"You never cease to amaze me, it's no wonder I love you so much", he proclaimed. "I don't know how you can top this with that last box you're clinging to. What could it possibly hold? Your knuckles seem to be turning white!"

I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and handed over the box. He tortured me some more by opening it in micro-increments. As the tissue paper was lifted a sparkling steel female chastity belt lay before his eyes. I handed him his card and bade him read it.

He ran an admiring hand over the gleaming steal before turning his attention to the card. He read :

"MY LOVE, IT IS EASY TO SPEND MONEY AND BUY A SPLENDID GIFT BUT THAT WOULD NOT BE A GIFT REFLECTING WHAT IS IN MY HEART. I WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HAVE CHANGED MY LIFE FOR THE BETTER. I TRUST YOU WITH MY LOVE, MY BODY AND MY LIFE (NOT TO MENTION MY WELL-SPANKED ASS). MY GIFT TO YOU IS TO WEAR THAT BELT FROM NOW UNTIL OUR WEDDING DAY. YOU WILL BE THE ONLY KEEPER OF THE KEY. MY RELEASE OR MY WEARING IT WILL BE IN YOUR CONTROL. THE PADDLE RE-AFFIRMS MY PROMISE TO SUBMIT TO YOU ALWAYS IN THE BEDROOM AND TO ALLOW ANY DISCIPLINE YOU DEEM NECESSARY. I LOVE YOU SO!"

I thought I heard a small catch in his voice as he took me into his arms. "The gift of what you said in the card and the symbols to represent those words are the greatest gifts you could have given me!"

The next hour passed in slow foreplay and leisurely lovemaking. We lay in each others arms for a while. Then Ted reached over and picked up the paddle. He wore a very mischievous grin as he fondled the leather straps.

"Hmmm, Darlin' I think I need to test this out."

I replied grinning myself, "Well, I knew I'd learn first-hand what a monstrous tool I created soon enough."

I was very relaxed from our lovemaking and it was fun to play along with his teasing. He walked over to the leather sofa and seated himself. He was patting one of his big hands with the strap paddle. He was beaming with playfulness.

"Ahhhh, come here my little 'pain slut'," he teased.

I came over to the couch, inching towards him. He grabbed me so quickly I was up-ended and over his knees before I knew it. My large now naked breasts bouncing from the jolt.

"Ted, hun you really don't need a test run."

He laughed loudly, "Nope, I don't, but those nicely rounded cheeks of yours could use a real good warming. And, it's gonna be my great pleasure to make 'em as toasty as that fire!"

He set down the strap and started easy with his hands until my cheeks were verging on a light red shade. He slipped his fingers between my lower lips, "Ohh, Darlin so wet already!" He knew me so well! He made the pain of spanking pure pleasure except for the once or twice he'd actually been mad and the spanking was serious discipline. He made the strap do a rhythmic dance all over my buttocks till I was squirming so hard he decided to pause.

He scooted me off his lap and ask me to stay face down on the couch and he would be right back saying, "I think I want to enjoy that strap a bit longer."

I lay there during his absence. My bottom was slowly cooling down and I smiled at the 'little boy' in the man enjoying his new toy. I heard him re-enter the room.

"I want to see that sexy behind propped high over the arm of this couch."

I stood and complied with his request. I braced myself for the strap but instead his large hands softly stroked my buttocks. I felt the cold of a lubricant gel as he started to invade my 'pucker' with a plug. He pushed slowly, allowing me to become accustomed to something enlarging that tight little space. It was about 1/3rd of the way in.

"Hold that right there, like a good girl, Darlin'.  I've got some plans for that tight little spot of yours."

Then the strap started again. I'd cooled down but the heat was mounting rapidly. After every 20 strokes he would pause and push the plug in a bit farther. The last five strokes were criss-crossing over the plug. It was incredibly erotic. I don't think I will ever fully understand how anything so painful could be so totally pleasurable at the same time.

His hands ran firmly from my ample hips, up my back, across my shoulders and down my arms. Then they took the same path back. I was soooooo hot! One hand planted itself firmly at the small of my back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him generously using the lubricant on his very large 'hard-on'. Within seconds it was pressing on my little 'pucker'.

He read my body and reactions so well -- even when he used the plug, if my reaction told him entry was getting to be too painful he would pause and take his time. As he was thrusting into my pucker, his hand was claiming my breasts and teasing my rather large nipples that he never tired of.

Just a couple minutes after he'd pulsed inside of me he pulled me up -- kissing me deeply and walking me back to the quilt in front of the fireplace. The fire was fading but we were generating more than enough heat to keep us warm. Ted must have spent the next 15 minutes waking every nerve in my body. By this time I was sure I'd die if he didn't let me climax. He loved making me wait, knowing how intensely I would 'cum' at the end. Finally his mouth played my core like a maestro on his piano. I screamed in pleasure as waves of ecstasy soothed my need.

Thirty minutes later we retreated to the bedroom. I sat at the edge of the bed as Ted headed for the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running. I was almost in tears at how happy I was. I had given up hope of ever finding anyone to spend the rest of my life with. And never in my wildest dreams could I have pictured a man as perfect as Ted. I pinched myself "ouch" to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Ted's voice rang through my thoughts, "Darlin', water is warm and you've got a personal bather waiting."

I hurried myself into the shower. We washed each other. He stepped from the shower first and held out a huge towel for me. Turning off the water he wrapped one around my waist and lead me to the bed where he laid me down, lotioning my front and back.

During his ministrations I'd almost dozed off in a state of pure relaxation. His voice brought me back, "Darlin, stand up please."

I stood before him and he reached down for the chastity belt and secured it with the small lock. He just sat there admiring it, then he placed the chain around his neck.

"We get married in four weeks, but in my mind tonight your gift has bound us in a way no spoken vows ever could."

One look in his eyes confirmed his words and love.

It is three weeks later and the wedding just a week away. Whenever we've showered Ted has tied my hands behind my back with nylon rope. He's washed and dried me and replaced the chastity belt, after making sure it was cleaned. He has been considerate enough not to purposely get me overly aroused, but after 3 weeks I have begun climbing walls. He has gently used my mouth and anus in the interim. After all there was no expectation of any abstinence for him.

Despite how considerate he'd been, and my forced 'lack of satisfaction', as it was my gift to him, the last few days I'd turned into a first-class bitch. I hate admitting that, but it was true. The final straw for him was when we were having a difference of opinion and I stormed out of the house slamming the door much louder than necessary. I returned hours later somewhat inebriated.

I entered cautiously. Although drunk, somewhere in my fog, the fact that I was in serious trouble registered. I approached the bedroom hoping he would be asleep, but alas that hope was quickly dashed.

"If you still want to marry me next week you will come and kneel before me. You will stay silent even after I am done speaking. Nod if you understand!"

I quickly nodded my agreement with a downward glance.

Ted continued, "Now look at me when I am speaking to you! I've put up with this 'snotty' mood you have been in for much too long already. That bit with slamming the door and worrying me for hours while you were getting drunk is the last straw!" 

I started to defend myself but before I spoke a word his voice cut me off. Hmmm, was it that wobbly entry that gave me away?

He continued, "First off I told you to be silent, and secondly don't bother denying your state of intoxication! I have no choice but to make sure this does not happen again anytime soon. It would do neither of us a service if I did not punish you as severely as you deserve."

That said he tied my shaking hands in front of me.

"Assume the position!"

I laid myself across his lap with no hesitation and he adjusted my body to suit his intentions. My dress was quickly above my waist and my pantyhose held my legs mid-thigh within seconds. I knew he was angry and I was really in for a blistering, but I was grateful, despite his anger, that he warmed my bum well with a light hand spanking before continuing. His hands were large and strong and could be as wicked as any paddle and as the intensity of his strikes became more intense the increasing burn and pain was almost unbearable. I buried my head into the covers to keep from crying out. I knew I really deserved this and would not respect him if he had put up with my bad behaviour much longer -- but at the time I couldn't seem to help myself.

The slaps stopped and he ordered me to stand, remove my clothing and stand in the corner until he told me to move. He'd only made me do that one other time and I hated it.

"Don't think about moving. That was just the warm up of what is to befall you tonight."

Wow!! was I in big trouble! Standing in the corner was so demeaning! If I didn't love him so much I would just walk off in a huff! I stood in that corner chewing my lower lip cursing myself for being such a bitch these last few days. I let the stress of the wedding and my lack of sexual release get the best of me but Ted was right. There was no excuse to justify my bad behaviour.

About 15 minutes later he returned. My bottom was still a little warm but the pain had subsided. This time he seated himself on a chair and I was ordered to put myself into position for the next phase of my punishment.

"I guess it is only appropriate that I use one of your wedding gifts to me to help me remind you of what will not be tolerated."

I quickly found out that the strap given from my heart with it's heart shaped holes could be an extremely punishing instrument. Every time he sensed I was about to go from whimpering to full blown bawling he would pause and go easy for a short time. 

He kept this up until I had lost sense of time and finally screamed and started sobbing he continued for about 20 strokes and stopped.

"Good, I think you have almost learned your lesson. And now I will try to make sure you do."

With that he picked up a strap I could see laying at the side of the chair. I was only about 3/4 inches wide and I had never had it visit my backside before.

"You will get 20 more swats and the welts this should serve as a reminder to my bride-to-be that I expect a certain level of decent behaviour!"

That said, he placed the first swat, sparing no power, across the top of my cheeks. Before the twenty was completed at least three had favoured that spot at the curve between buttocks and thigh, and one atop and two below it.

His voice barely penetrated my loud sobs when he finished and finally spoke. "I want you to lie down on the bed now and I'll be back shortly."

I was grateful he wasn't making me do more than walk to the bed and lie down since my feet were wobbly at the moment. I normally hate lying on my stomach, but at this time it was as close to relief as I could get. My hands still tied in front of me I had no way of rubbing my bottom to sooth the terrible pain and throbbing. I was spent from crying and trying to deal with all the spanking I'd gotten, but sleep eluded me which would have been my only escape right now. I faintly heard the TV downstairs -- he must be catching the news.

Finally it shut off and Ted returned about 5 minutes later. He set down 2 glasses and a bottle of wine on the dresser and went into the bathroom. Seconds later he was sitting next to me.

He started to undo the ropes that held my wrists together; "Darlin' I'm sorry I had to be so severe tonight, but you like being spanked so much this was the only way I could make the impression that needed to be made."

He squeezed some aloe gel into his palms and gently applied the soothing balm to my swollen, welted, still burning cheeks. My hand reached for him to lay down. I rolled on my side and buried my head in his shoulder. His warmth and just the feel of him was so reassuring.

Raising my head slightly I began, "Hun, I really am sorry! I deserved every bit of what just happened. I hope I never disappoint you again but I won't promise since I would never make a promise to you I might break."

The next 7 days were without incident. By the time I was walking down the aisle, walking was no longer painful, although the signs of my punishment had not all faded. It was a wonderful wedding and when we finally got to our hotel room I couldn't wait to consummate the marriage: After all I'd been waiting for 4 weeks. 

Finally the chastity belt was removed and I had the most incredible sex of my life. After we were both spent and I heard the twitter of birds signalling dawn, Ted whispered, "That chastity belt was such a wonderful gift, Darlin'. But from now on you will only have to wear it when I need to reinforce a punishment."

His most mischievous smile returned, "Or perhaps if you are naughty enough to satisfy yourself while I am working I will have to keep it on you whenever we are not together."

Chastity belt, disciplinary spankings -- I embrace them as long as it means I will be Ted's wife forever.