Bridezilla
"God, I can't believe he's marrying."
"She's not normally this bad."
"Yeah, but right now she's being completely bat-shit crazy... I don't care how good an ass she has, no ass is worth that!"
The mutters of his friends followed him out the door of the restaurant and into the hotel hallway as Nathan stumbled after his soon-to-be wife, Brooke. His face was burning red with humiliation and frustration... He could feel the anger rising deep in his chest as he watched her ass bouncing in front of him as she strutted down the hall toward their room. She was wearing his favorite skirt, the one that hugged her cheeks so tightly that he could see every muscle twitch as she moved.
'You're just playing into her hands,' he told himself. 'She wants you to be upset.'
Nathan knew why Brooke had humiliated him in front of their entire family and closest friends, why she'd screamed at him during their rehearsal dinner the night before their wedding. Brooke was horny and tired of waiting... He, the groom, liked to be more traditional and conservative and had wanted to spend the last three months of their engagementcelibate. Brooke, although completely bound to tradition and extremely conservative in front of their friends, had not been pleased when he told her he didn't want to involve himself in foreplay either, which meant no spankings for her. And Brooke had a desperate need to be spanked.
From that moment, Brooke had turned into a complete bridezilla; driving not only him, but everyone who knew them crazy. And when he protested, when he tried to talk calmly about her insane behavior, she would just look at him with those smoky green eyes, and say in her most sultry voice, "I'm never going to learn better if no one punishes me."
Even though he knew that she would behave if he would just spank her, he also knew that he couldn't do that without succumbing to his own desires. Brooke's fetish had woken a dark lust in him that he'd never known existed. He loved to spank her, to watch her ass redden and flex beneath his hand. To hear the sound of her moans and watch her body writhe as he brutalized her bottom. But he didn't have the willpower to spank her without fucking her, so instead, he'd resisted her for the past three months.
Brooke had not taken it well. His resistance pushed her to act out further and further in an attempt to make him give her what she wanted, what she desperately needed. Everyone assumed it was the stress of the wedding, that she'd just become a bridezilla in the worst sense of the word... Only Nathan knew that she was doing it to drive him into becoming so frustrated that he would give in. But he knew that the worst punishment was to deny her the beating she so desired.
Now though... he almost saw through a red haze as Brooke stormed into their room in front of him. She wanted it so bad. He was going to give it to her, and make her regret not waiting. Make her regret forcing his hand, so to speak.
Angrily, he strode into the room behind her, slamming and locking the door. Brooke was leaning back against the bed, hiding her delicious ass from him. Her arms were behind her, so that she could rest her weight on them, and her large, firm breasts pressed against the fabric of her shirt. She looked at him, at the expression on his face, and her eyes lit up, as if she could see into his mind and know that he'd reached his limit.
The delighted anticipation in her eyes flickered with uncertainty as he strode toward her without speaking, the hardness in his face telling her that she may have actually passed his limit rather than just bringing him to it. She barely had a moment to feel uncertain before he was in front of her, his strong hands gripping her arms and spinning her around, shoving her face first down onto the bed.
Brooke gasped. Even though she loved being spanked, there had never been any other violence in their lovemaking. She'd always known Nathan was strong, but even when he'd spanked her, she'd never felt quite so delicate, quite so vulnerable, with him. He'd whipped her entire body around and onto the bed before she could even think. His hand was still placed in the middle of her back, holding her down. She couldn't have gotten up if she'd wanted to
Without preamble, Nathan brought his hand down on her skirt-covered ass, as hard as he could, not bothering to start off slow. Brooke moaned in satisfaction as her body jerked, the blow rippling through her flesh and sending electric currents of arousal straight to her pussy.
He stopped after that first slap, and Brooke made a mew of protest, especially when she heard him fumbling at his clothing. That one slap hadn't been enough for her! She needed to feel the burn throughout her entire ass, she wanted her flesh to ache when he finally fucked her.
She tried to turn to see what he was doing, but Nathan's hand held her in place, face down with her vulnerable ass to him. There was an odd swishing sound...
Thwack!
Nathan smiled in satisfaction as Brooke screamed into the mattress, louder than he'd ever heard her scream before. Most of the time, no matter how hard he spanked her, she would give a small yell and then a moan. This time she actually screamed... ah, music to his ears.
He gripped the doubled-up belt more tightly, and brought it down across her ass once more. Brooke screamed again, thrusting her body away from the bed, but he pushed her back down with his hand. Still, he didn't want anyone walking by their room and thinking that he was murdering his bride-to-be.
Giving her a moment to recover, he knelt down and slid his hand up the inside of her leg. Brooke moaned and wriggled, so he knew that despite her screams, part of her had enjoyed the higher level of pain. His hand slid up her silken thigh, hooking into the band of her panties and jerking them off of her. He could feel the wetness already seeping into the soft cotton from her pussy, and he grinned, knowing that she was already horny. Well, it was going to be a while before she got that horniness satisfied, he still had a spanking to attend to.
Once her panties were off, Nathan leaned over and pushed them into her mouth. Brooke's green eyes glared at him, but she didn't protest or spit them out either.
He grinned evilly at her obvious apprehension.
"This is really going to hurt," he informed her silkily, "and we don't want everyone knowing what's going on in here, do we?"
Brooke made a muffled noise from behind the panties and Nathan laughed. Then, pulling back, he swung the belt back behind his head and let it come crashing down onto her upturned ass.
Crack!
Brooke screamed, pushing her face into the mattress, muffling the shriek of agony even further. Her legs moved, almost as though she was trying to run away from him, but there was nowhere for her to go. Nathan felt a rush of power and lust surge through him. The front of his pants felt impossibly tight, almost as though his cock could come bursting through.
Smack! Thwak!
He began beating her ass with a steady cadence, her shrieks of surprise and pain as he swung his arm only serving to inflame his lust even farther. The memory of his earlier humiliation at the rehearsal dinner, when she'd called him a spineless wimp in front of his father, still burned, and he was going to make her ass burn as much as that scene in his head did.
Brooke squealed and writhed, her ass twitching and jumping as she tried to escape the assault. There was a change in her muffled screams as his arm started to get sore, her shoulders began shaking almost as much as her ass, and he realized that she'd started crying. Normally that would have made him stop, made him beg her forgiveness, but after the past few months of her degrading, bitchy behavior, it just gave him a further rush of satisfaction.
