10 comments/ 29956 views/ 10 favorites Freeing Abby By: MaddieKim Thanks to Mostera1, Mokkelke, Kalamazoo707, and Persephone9906 for their help, suggestions, and encouragement. I especially want to thank PostScriptor for his editing and suggestions. If the story seems to move too quickly, please remember this is a fictional SHORT story and as such is compressed into a very short time period. *~*~* Three young girls sat rigidly on the hard oak pew and intently watched the man pace in front of them. Their mother sat next to the youngest who was only six. All four had their hands clapped together in their laps and were dressed in their Sunday best. The man was dressed in black and clutched a Bible in his hand. His dark, deep voice extolled the virtues of moderation and modesty. The man lifted the Bible and turned and looked at the woman with her young daughters. "The Lord made the man the head of the household because the man knows what is best for his family. The Lord knows 'he that sparest the rod' spoils the child. The Lord said this so that the man would know it not only right but necessary to discipline the child." After a moment the man continued, "And the Good Book says, 'If a husband suspects his wife is impure, he is to take his wife to the priest.' I am the priest in this family. I am the final authority on how this family should conduct themselves. You, each of you, will obey me!" The man, the father of the three little girls, slammed the Bible on the make-shift podium in the make-shift church. The little girls jumped; the smallest whimpered. The woman looked defiant but only for a fleeting moment before she lowered her eyes. Each Sunday after the 'service' was over, their father sent the girls to their room to read the Bible until he said they could come out. Often their mother was commanded, as she was today, to remain in the garage with their father. Their father had not been happy the day before with their mother's choice of clothing when she went to her part-time job at the local grocery store. Once, one child thought, she could hear her mother screaming. Later when dinner was ready, she thought her mother had been crying, but couldn't be sure. She knew not to question either her mother or father. *~*~* David ordered a bottle of wine after the waiter placed a menu down in front of each of them. As Abby went to pick up her menu, he reached across the table and covered her hand with his. Her eyes widened and she quickly looked around. She tried to discreetly pull her hand from beneath his but he didn't seem to notice the discomfort she obvious felt. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" "David," she started as she tried again to move her hand away from his. "Yes, you've told me and I love you too, but I can't see my menu if you won't let me pick it up." "You always order the same thing," he chuckled but lifted his hand from hers and picked up his own menu. "Tonight I think I'm going to get something different. I think I'll try the chicken Parmesan." "Mmm. Everyone says it's the best here. But ..." she hesitated for a moment as if she might order something different. "I'll have ... the manicotti." David laughed, "Big surprise!" "I can't help it. I always think I'll try something different but then I just can't because I love their manicotti." The waiter returned with their wine, took their orders and for a few minutes they sat in a companionable silence; then David took a sip of his wine and asked his wife how her day was. Half listening to her, he thought about the next two days. He had spent a lot of time planning this weekend and prayed it would turn out as he hoped. Abigail Ann Marks Lindstrum was in for a big surprise. He smiled and nodded and made the appropriate remarks but his mind was really somewhere else. They had been married six months and Abby still had problems undressing in front of him — hell, she wouldn't undress in front of him. If he wouldn't leave the bedroom, she took her clothes to the bathroom to dress. She wouldn't make love anywhere but in their bedroom with all the lights off and to his dismay the slightest display of affection in public upset her, even something minor as letting anyone see him touch her hand as he had only minutes before. And heaven forbid if he should want to hold her hand while strolling in the mall, sitting in darkened movie theater, or walking into church. Coming from a family that openly kissed and hugged one another at every occasion, he found this behavior foreign. Meeting Abby's family the very first time should have given him a hint regarding her strange behavior, not that it would have stopped him from pursuing her. No, there was something the first time he noticed her that made him want her. He felt her parents — specifically her father — held the key to her inability to show any kind of affection in public. They had been dating for five months before Abby finally took him to meet her parents, shortly after he had asked her to marry him. They were cool towards him and nearly the first words from her father's mouth were they were 'not rich people and wouldn't be able to help much with wedding cost'. David had replied that it wouldn't be necessary; he and Abby would pay for their own wedding. David even ended up paying the cost of her sisters' bridesmaid's dresses although it was obvious that her parents could have afforded that, at least. But they didn't volunteer, and David didn't ask. Abby was embarrassed but David had assured her it didn't matter, he could well afford it. Neither parent congratulated them on their engagement; neither hugged their daughter when she told them. David was stunned but he thought he hid it well. In the following months, David never saw Abby's parents displaying any affection to any of their daughters. They had dinner with Abby's parents on Sunday afternoon once a month and David still called them Mr. or Mrs. Marks as he had not yet been invited to call them anything more intimate or less formal. Abby's older sister Felicity was, he thought, a duplicate of Abby's mother ... cold and untouchable, and her younger sister Charity was so timid that she rarely spoke. Both girls were attractive but like Abigail dressed in a way to understate their looks. Although neither could hold a candle to Abby, Charity would be very pretty if she dressed more fashionably, wore even the smallest amount of make-up ... and smiled once in a while. But Charity would have to be someone else's problem. Right now he was more concerned with his own wife and teaching her that showing affection was okay — even in public. It wasn't as if he wanted her to let him pull her into a public restroom at the courthouse and screw her or anything like that. But he would like to kiss her if they met for lunch or hold her hand when they went out together. *~*~* Abby looked around, confused, "This isn't the way home." David took his eyes off the road for a moment and took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. He could feel her stiffen slightly and look around. He smiled and wondered who would see them inside the car this late at night — and who would care if they did see him kiss Abby's fingers? "No. I have a surprise for you, an early anniversary present." "Anniversary present? Our anniversary isn't for six months." "I know so we'll call it our half-year anniversary. It's so pretty in the mountains this time of the year and I thought it would be nice to go to the cabin for the weekend." "Cabin? Weekend? But David, I haven't packed anything!" "I know," he smiled. "I've packed everything we need." "David, you should have told me. What if you've forgotten something?" "Then we'll do without for a couple of days. We'll survive." Abigail sighed. She didn't really like surprises but she loved David so come what will, she thought. "Abby, I love you." "I love you, too," she said, her response automatic, and let the tension ease a little. "I know," David smiled and paused a moment before continuing. "You know I'd never hurt you, don't you?" "Of course I know that," she responded as her brow furrowed a little. What was this all about? "I won't hurt you, Abby. I'll never hurt you. Trust me." He put his hand on her thigh, patted it, and again felt her entire body stiffen again. He loved her so much but hadn't been able to break her out of her hang-ups or her inhibitions. He had yet to see Abby completely naked except for her lightening fast dashes from their bed to the master bathroom. They first met at a downtown bistro where she had been sitting at a small table with a textbook open before her as she ate a corn beef sandwich with pickles. He'd seen her before at the same eatery near the courthouse but hadn't paid much attention. That day the bistro was crowded and as he looked around for a place to sit and eat his food, he saw her again. He let the people behind him take the last table so he could ask if she would mind if he sat at the table with her. He remembered that day and smiled. He had promised her he wouldn't talk so she could continue to study if she'd let him share her table since all the others were taken. She had looked up almost terrified by his request, and quickly scanned the room confirming that there were no empty tables. He thought she would deny him so he quickly added that he wouldn't bother her and he would eat fast. He needed to get back to court anyway, he had said in his most serious voice. Finally she nodded. He could see she was uncomfortable with his presence so he didn't say anything but just sat down and started eating. He kept his word and didn't bother her but under his lashes he checked her out. She was very pretty but almost as if she wasn't aware of her beauty or was trying to hide it. He realized if that was what she wanted, she did a very good job because he'd seen her on several occasions at the courthouse or at a diner nearby and until that day hadn't noticed that she was a beauty. Her hair was a light brown with natural highlights. At the outdoor table with the sun shinning on it, it looked almost golden. She had it pulled back in a chaste bun at the nape of her neck. He'd seen her eyes were the darkest of browns when she looked up at him. Her clothes hid her shape but sitting at the table and seeing one slender leg crossed over the other, he was fairly certain she had a nice one. He had wondered if she consciously chose clothing that understated her looks or if it was just a total lack of fashion sense. It had taken him a couple of months of 'accidental meetings' before she would agree to have lunch with him and another several months to convince her to go on an actual date. He really wasn't sure why he had spent the time, but something told him she was worth the effort. It had never taken him more than once or twice of asking to get a girl to go out with him. David was an up and coming lawyer, tall and good-looking or so everyone said. At least his mom thought so. He always chucked at that. Mom thought Dad was the most handsome man in the universe and he looked just like his dad. Anyway, his sisters, who took after Mom, said he was a 'catch'. "Don't fall asleep," he cautioned Abby, "I need help so I don't miss the turn-off." He would no more miss the road than get lost going to his own house but he didn't want her to fall asleep. He wanted her a bit drowsy when they reached the cabin. She'd be less on her guard if she were a little sleepy. "We need to turn at County Road 54. Oh there it is. Now watch for a fork in the road. It's about two miles from the turn off then we'll follow that road for about five miles up the mountain. I think there's an old guard house on the right." "It sounds like you know where you're going. You've been to this place before?" "A few times." More like a few hundred times; his family owned the cabin. Abby couldn't see the brief smile that crossed his face in the dark interior of the car. They had left the restaurant about nine o'clock and it was a little after ten now. It would be closer to ten-thirty by the time they reached the cabin and got inside. She'd had had only one glass of wine from the bottle he had ordered with supper and but that would be enough. She rarely drank any thing alcoholic — none at all when they first met. He had had to coach her to take her first sip of a sweet wine on their honeymoon. Abby was a virgin on their wedding night and David had been very gentle when he made love to her. David had want to make love to Abby once they became engaged ... sooner if the truth be told ... but adhered to her wishes to remain a virgin until their wedding night. On their wedding night, he had wanted to watch her undress but bowed to her wishes and didn't come to bed until she was in it. There, to his shock, he discovered that she had a nightgown on that covered her from her neck nearly to her toes — and panties! He couldn't believe it and she was so nervous that it took all of his finesse to get them off of her — even in the dark. For the next few weeks she'd just let him pull the gown up to her neck but not take it off. Finally he said it had to go or he was turning the lights on. She let him take it off, reluctantly, but she would streak to the bathroom nearly immediately after they were done to clean up and put her gown back on. He would have liked to cuddle. Wasn't that a switch, he thought? Most the time it was the woman who wanted conversation and cuddling after sex and the man who fell asleep ... but not Abby. She wanted her gown back on! At the time of their marriage, David's law firm was in the middle of a surge of new business and all the lawyers were taking on extra cases. He'd come home so exhausted that he just let Abby have her way but now things were under control at the office again and he was getting home earlier. This weekend, he decided, he was going to break through her shell. He'd been trying various ways to reassure her since the wedding that it was okay to make love at anytime of the day and they should try different positions occasionally. But it was like talking to a wall, the resistance was so deep-seated. Tiring of her opposition to any of his suggestions, he concluded that something more drastic needed to be done and started planning this weekend. They finally reached the cabin and he pulled up to the front and got out pulling the duffle bag from the back. David took Abby's hand and they climbed the steps to the porch. In the darkness she really couldn't see much. "It's very quiet out here, isn't it," she whispered. "Yep," he whispered back, "And pretty secluded, too, so there's no need to whisper." Then in his normal voice, he continued, "Tomorrow we'll look around more and take a hike." He opened the door and flipped on the table lamp. It gave a soft glow to the room and Abby could see vases of wild flowers and candles. "How romantic," she sighed. David shut and locked the door, dropped the duffle, and reached out for her. He drew her into his arms and kissed her, but when his hand went to cover her breast though she stopped him. "Not here, David, in the bedroom." She was willing but as usual only in the darkness of the bedroom. That'd be okay for tonight. One plus, he thought, was after the first few weeks of marriage Abby revealed herself to be passionate and responsive to his touch, although she continued to refuse to consider turning on the lights or his suggestions to try a different position when they made love. "Okay. Let's have another glass of wine and then we'll go to bed. We'll look around tomorrow," he said as he poured them another glass. She took it reluctantly but slowly drank it all as he looked at her with undisguised desire. "You are so beautiful, Abby." She blushed. "You only think so because you love me." "Yes, I love you but I'd think you were lovely even if I didn't. I won't hurt you, Abby, ever. Trust me." Again her brow furrowed as he repeated the same words he'd said in the car. "Are you sleepy?" "Yes." And to second the affirmation she yawned. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The cabin was small with a rustic feel. The main room was a kitchen/dining/living combination. The bathroom was modern, though, and located just off the bedroom. "Why don't you use the bathroom, if you need to, while I make sure the doors are locked and the lights are off." "I need my nightgown," Abby insisted. "I get what you need if you promise to be in bed naked when I come back. I'll give you a few minutes." She started to protest but he lifted his eyebrows and she finally said, "Okay." David turned back towards the living area smiling. A few minutes later he stripped and slipped into bed and pulled her into his arms. "Did you get my nightgown?" Abby asked anxiously. "I have everything you need, my love. Everything," then he kissed her. His hands cupped her breasts and he found himself aroused by the anticipation that tomorrow he was going to see Abby in all her natural glory. The very thought inflamed him and he made love to her with a consuming passion that nearly overwhelmed her. And as much as he wanted to go outside her boundaries, David stayed within her guidelines. He would do that tonight — for the very last time. As his hand cupped her mound his lips caressed her neck and shoulder before his mouth finally covered her breast. As he tasted her, he knew this weekend would turn out okay — it had too. He loved her and he knew she loved him. Abby would forgive him for forcing her to let go of her quirks. He also knew Abby felt she shouldn't derive such pleasure from making love; she had admitted that once to his great surprise. Abby said that she didn't know why she responded the way she did because she felt it was 'unnecessary for her to enjoy sex', but then she added that she did like it when she saw the shock on his face. It might have been then that the seeds of this weekend adventure were planted in his mind. Whatever brought them to this point, David knew it was necessary for Abby to step outside of her comfort zone if their love was to continue to grow. When she moaned he slipped his finger between her folds and gently aroused her. He didn't rush although he was about to explode. He made sure she was totally, completely ready for him. She was easily aroused and could be brought to orgasm fairly easily. He knew their love life would only get better when Abby realized it was okay for them to 'do it' in other places, in other ways, and in the light. He kept her on the brink for a long time — much longer than he normally did. He wanted her to be completely exhausted by the time they were done. He worked her with experience and love, taking her up close and closer then backing away, moving his fingers away from her clitoris to her thighs. "David, please ..." "Not yet baby, you're not ready." "Yes ... yes ... I am," she stuttered out. "Soon, Abby, soon." Finally he couldn't hold out any longer and moved on top of her. He entered her in one long, hard thrust. She cried out and climaxed almost immediately. His orgasm came only moments after hers. A few minutes later he rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms. "I need to get my gown, David," she murmured sleepily. "Let me hold you a while, Abby. I'll have what you need before you wake." Maybe it was the wine or maybe she was just too exhausted to fight, but finally she relaxed in his arms and fell asleep. It was the first time he'd held her this close when she was completely naked except when they were actually doing the 'deed'. It felt wonderful. She had the softest skin and she smelled wonderful — a faint scent of her soap and shampoo, the remains of her morning's perfume — the one he gotten her for Christmas, and sex. Oh yeah, sex. Freeing Abby *~*~* Abby woke up disorientated. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was. A cabin ... a half-year anniversary surprise and she was, to her horror, naked. But she was also alone in bed. She sighed and sat up clutching the sheet to her neck. At the foot of the bed was a terrycloth robe. Not hers but as far as she could see it was the only article of clothing in the room. Even the clothes she had taken off the night before were gone. Her eyes went to the bedroom door. It was closed and she relaxed a bit and pulled the robe on. At least the bathroom was off the bedroom. She could get there without going through the living area. She could smell coffee and could hear David out there doing something. She got up and began her morning ablutions when she heard a knock on the bathroom door. She panicked, nearly squealed out loud, and spun around afraid David was going to come into the bathroom. "I'm making breakfast, sleepyhead. Why don't you shower then come have some?" "David, I need some clothes." "I'll get what you need. Get in the shower." "Put them on the bed, okay?" "What you need will be there when you get out." "Okay," she replied haltingly. There was no tub but the shower was modern and big and inviting. She turned on the water and found that David had put her shampoo and soap on the shower shelf. There was a stack of towels and washcloths on the shelf above the toilet. She grabbed a washcloth and stepped in the shower. She didn't find a lock on the bathroom door so she wanted to hurry. David had never come in on her before but he was acting a bit funny. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but funny somehow. She washed her hair and soaped her body and quickly stepped out of the shower. She reached for a towel at the same time she noticed that the robe was gone from the hook on the back of the door. Her mouth dropped open. She hadn't heard David come in the bathroom. At the same time she realized that the towel she gotten was a hand towel. She reached for another ... then another. They were all hand towels. She dried the best she could with what she had when the door swung open. She quickly held the tiny towel in front of her. "David, please I'm not finished ..." Abby said as her cheeks turned pink. He stood looking at her and desire in his eyes was undeniable. He had slipped on a pair on khaki shorts but was still shirtless. "David ..." she started, her blush turning bright red. He reached out and snagged the towel leaving her standing there naked. She squealed and reached for another towel but he took them all and tossed them out of the room and reached for her. "David, please," she said in a panic. He put his hands on her shoulders, pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard. When he pulled back he didn't look at her naked body but into her beautiful eyes. "No more hiding from me, Ab," he said quietly. "You have a beautiful body and there's nothing wrong with a husband looking at his wife in her birthday suit. I bet I'm the only man in the world who hasn't seen his wife naked. I've been patient with you. I know it's hard for you to walk around me naked. I haven't the slightest idea why, but I know it is. But this weekend we're going to get you past that hang-up." "David," she protested, "I'm not comfortable doing this." "I know baby, but it won't take long for you to get use to it. It'll probably be the easiest thing you're going to do this weekend." Her eyes widened in horror — the easiest thing she was going to do ... "No!" she cried out and tried to pull out of his arms. He moved so quickly she didn't even realize he'd spun her around until she felt a hard slap on her butt. She screamed again as the second smack came. He spun her back around and pulled her into his arms again and kissed her firmly but gently. His hand cupped her mound as his mouth moved to below her ear. She pushed against him, fighting, but he had her hands trapped between them as he pushed her bottom against the vanity counter and held her tightly with his free arm wrapped around her upper back. "Don't fight me, Abby." His fingers pried between her legs even as she tried to lock them together. He chuckled as his fingers slipped between her still damp folds. "Every time you tell me no for the next day-and-a-half you'll get spanked but with every spanking I'll give you some pleasure, too." His fingers started working her clitoris but he didn't even try to get her to climax. "Please don't do this," she whispered. "Abby, I've tried everything else. I want to see your beautiful body. You have no idea what you do to me." He kissed her tenderly again and pulled her arms away from his chest. In her shock of being naked for the first time in front of anybody, from him spanking her, and the heat of his kisses she didn't realize he put something on her wrists until he started pulling her out of the bathroom. "Breakfast is going to have to wait." He swung her up into his arms and in three paces was at the bed. With a swept of his hand he had the covers thrown back and dropped her gently on the bed. She tried to cover herself. "No baby. Not this time. For the next thirty hours you're mine. I've been more patient and waited longer than anyone else I know would have waited to see his wife like this. You're passionate but something is stopping you from letting us fully enjoy that passion. I want to come home and ... who knows ... maybe see you and want to take you on the kitchen table in the bright sunlight." She gasped at the very idea as her eyes widened in horror. David only chuckled. "Other couples do it, Abby. Couples not nearly as in love as we are. Other couples do it in living room, on the couch, on the floor and a dozen other places. We're young. I want to play and, maybe, experiment. I want to try other positions. I want ..." His eyes trailed down to her sex and again she tried to roll away. He quickly wrapped his arm around her legs and lifted them up exposing her pert little heart-shaped bottom and gave her another couple of slaps. He then bent over and took a nipple in his mouth. When she tried to move away from him he bit down harder. She grew still. He smiled against her breast keeping his teeth firmly on her nipple. Like before after he spanked her, his fingers found her sex and started to work it gently rubbing until her clitoris peaked out from its protective hood. He worked her until he could feel her beginning to respond and then quit. "A little punishment, a little pleasure. Now..." Before she could figure out what he was doing he had pulled her hands to the corners of the bed and had attached ropes with a spring hook to a rings in the cuffs he'd put on her wrists. He pulled back and could see the panic and fear in her face. He sat down beside her and looked with compassion into her gorgeous eyes as his fingers on his right hand fondled her breasts. "Don't be afraid, Abby. I won't hurt you — I promise. But I knew you'd fight this and I don't want to cut you and I didn't think I could subdue you and shave you at the same time." Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open at this new revelation. He was going to shave her? Down ... there? David continued, "As a matter of fact I'm going to tie your thighs apart too because I'm afraid you'll try to close your legs and I'll nick you." He got off the bed and pulled up a strap from beside the mattress and looped it around her thigh. She tried to pull away from him then tried to kick him but he was undeterred. He walked around the bed and did the same thing to the other thigh. She was completely open ... and terrified. At first she had screamed at him but now she was crying, so he stretched out beside her, put his hand on her stomach, and just gently massaged her. "Abby, I won't hurt you. Calm down, sweetheart. For what, six months now, since we've been married, I've wanted to go down on you. But you won't let me. I've wanted to get out of this missionary position and pull you on top of me so I could adore these beautiful breasts," he said as his hands moved to her breasts and started teasing her nipples. He kept gaze on her beautiful face and terrified eyes as he continued to speak quietly, calmly. "I've thought about pulling you into our shower at home or having you straddle me while I'm sitting in my recliner. But you've always vetoed the slightest deviation from straight sex in a dark bedroom with me on top and you on the bottom. It's time for a change." "Please don't do this, David. Let me go," she begged. "No sweetheart; not this time. I wasn't going to shave you but ... well ... I couldn't resist. So I figured 'better do it all at once' and get you past the shock." David got up and left the room for a minute and returned with a pan of hot water. He picked up several of the towels he had tossed on the floor earlier and slid a couple under her bottom and put the others beside her. He then took a pair of scissors and started cutting away her pubic hair. He wasn't sure why he suddenly wanted her pussy bare but he did. She started crying harder. He ignored her. He cut as much as he could and then rang out a washcloth and put it on her sex. She gasped when the heated cloth was pressed against her body. He got up and got his razor then put a new blade in it. He looked down at her and smiled. "I won't hurt you, Abby. I love you." She didn't say anything but the dread was evident. He thought a moment and then picked up another towel. "Here, sweetheart, I'm going to put this over your eyes. Pretend it's dark." He tied the towel around her eyes then took the washcloth away and took some of his shaving cream... David stopped. In the bathroom on shelf to the right of the medicine cabinet was the shaving kit his mom had gotten his dad one year for Christmas. It hadn't been used in years. Because of the beginning of Parkinson's that caused his hands to shake, his dad now used an electric razor but the kit was still there for decoration. He got back up and went into the bathroom; the brush was still firm with just the faint scent of the sandalwood. He smiled as he reached for the cup. Back in the bedroom, he knelt between Abby's legs. He gently pulled her labia apart and moved the brush back and forth across her clit. He smiled when she inhaled sharply. He continued to move the brush against her most sensitive area until she was breathing heavily. David dipped the brush in the warm water then holding the cup made a good lather with the brush. The scent of sandalwood became more pronounced. Gently he spread the soap over the stubble he had created. Then he started to shave her. "Hold real still, Abby. I put in a new blade so it won't pull but it will be very sharp. I don't want to accidentally cut you. Don't be afraid, sweetheart." David dipped the razor into the water and swished it around several times after each stroke. He had never been this careful with a razor, not even when his dad first had taught him to shave, but he certainly did not to cut her. Abby whimpered again. "Shh, sweetheart, it's okay. You're fine." David set aside the razor and rose. Leaning over her, he placed a hand on each side of her head, bent down, and kissed her lips oh so sweetly. When Abby relaxed a little, he retreated enough to kiss each nipple. He kissed a line down to her stomach stopping to dip his tongue into her navel several times before returning to the job at hand. When he was done only a small strip of hair above her mound affirmed that she was twenty-four years old and not twelve. Although the process took less then twenty minutes, Abby's sigh of relief told David it had seemed like an eternity to her. He cleaned her up gently pulling her now bare lips apart to get the last of the shaving soap. He took the pan of water and dumped it in the sink and rinsed it before returning it to the kitchen. He picked up all the towels and put them away. Then he knelt between her legs again before releasing the straps around her thighs. She tried to snap them shut but he was already there and her legs would go no closer together then his thighs allowed. "Do you have any idea how absolutely stunning you are, Abby. You're perfect, slender with nice firm breasts that are not too small but not large either. They're just perfect." His hands traveled down from her rib cage his fingers lightly stroking her skin. "I love the way your body curves to this small waist and then flares to these lovely hips —" "Don't — stop it. Stop saying those things," she cried out. He leaned over her and took off the towel covering her eyes. "Why, Abby? Why can't I tell you how beautiful you are?" "You shouldn't talk about such things," she shuddered, an embarrassed flush on her cheeks. "Why?" "It's not right." "Not right to tell my wife she's beautiful?" "The body is the temple of God not a sexual object." "Oh," he said. "Who has told you it can't be both, Abby? Who has led you to believe you can't enjoy sex and still be a child of God? Your father? The man who never kisses his wife? The man who never hugs his children?" She turned her head and closed her eyes. Were his suspicions were being confirmed? His parents were loving people who hugged their children frequently and told them often they were loved. They openly displayed affection to each other. In the ten months he'd known Abby's parents, he'd never once heard either of them tell any one of their daughters that they loved them. He had never seen either one of them give any one of their daughters a hug. When he took Abby to meet his family the first time she nearly had a stroke when every one of them from his parents to his brother, two sisters, and grandmother hugged and kissed her. He could tell she had no idea how to respond. His family had not quit hugging her but had toned it down to make her feel less uncomfortable. "Abby, God doesn't care if you let me look at your body. He doesn't care if I enjoy what I see. He's pro-marriage." "That doesn't mean I should flaunt my body around." "I'm not asking you to flaunt it to anyone but me, Abby, just me. Baby, it's not wrong. It's part of marriage to enjoy each other, to do things that please each other. Look at my parents. Do you think they're of the devil? That they're evil? They hug and kiss us all the time. And look how they are with Jenny's kids. Look how happy they are with their grandchildren. Do you think that's wrong?" She didn't answer but her lip trembled. "Abby, you are beautiful and it's not wrong to enjoy sex — to make love. Let me teach you to enjoy it in the daylight. Abby I ... I've wanted ..." He moved back a little and slipped his hands under her bottom and lifted her a little and bent and kissed her. She cried out but he could no longer stop touching her than he could stop breathing; he was lost in the sight of her. He had waited nearly a year; nothing would stop him now. David could see her plump, all but hairless, vulva clearly. It nearly drove him to lose his control. But he didn't. Instead he gently slid his fingers between the outer lips. Widening his fingers in a V, he could see the lovely heart of her desire peeping out from its protective covering. He moved his other hand up and gently ran a thumb around her clit, softly, softly, closing the circle a little with each pass. By the time he bent down to give her the most intimate kiss possible, her rosy pink clitoris had extended fully. He ran his tongue over her clit, back and forth, until she moaned. He breathed in her natural scent mixed with the sandalwood. He covered her aching nub with his mouth and sucked strongly. He could feel her struggling then could feel when she changed from trying to stop him to pushing up against his mouth as her body involuntarily responded to his manipulations. He smiled in spite of himself and returned to her clitoris and suckled deeper. Her moaning intensified and her head thrashed back and forth against the pillow. Her eyes were closed and her hands repeatedly opened then fisted tightly. He pushed a finger into her heat then added another. He could feel her vaginal muscles pulling on his fingers and knew she was close. Then she cried out and exploded. He lifted his head and watched her face but continued to gently finger fuck her. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. After moment she opened her eyes. He was still moving his fingers inside her and she was gently pushing up to meet them with a bewildered look on her face. He moved to her side with his fingers still in her and one of his legs still between hers and kissed her. "You're beautiful," he repeated. "I want you to climax again." "I can't," she sobbed while her body was still moving against his fingers, putting lie to her words. "Yes you can, baby. I've always known if you let me do it, you would be able to have multiple orgasms." His fingers worked harder and then he used his thumb to flick her clit. She bucked up and her chest heaved. He never took his eyes from her face. She exploded again. Even he couldn't believe how fast she'd come the second time. He cupped her mound and rested beside her until her was breathing returned to normal. He smiled in triumph then gently untangled his fingers and body from hers. He stood but before leaving he kissed her again. "I'm going to go see about that breakfast." Then he chuckled. "I guess it'll be brunch now. I'll be back to get you in a few minutes. Rest," he finished and pulled the sheet up and covered her body. She started to say something but he just put his fingers gently on her mouth and repeated, "Rest," and walked out of the bedroom. Abby was so confused. She didn't believe his parents 'were of the devil' but she never experienced anything like their open display of affection before. Her father had never said it was wrong to kiss but he just never did it. He never told any of his daughters he was proud of them let alone give one a kiss or hug. Suddenly she realized she couldn't ever remember being hugged or kissed by her father. Her mom used to do it once in a while but then she stopped too. Abby remembered the many hours sitting quietly on the church pew in their garage. Her father had had an argument with the pastor of the latest church they were attending and he had made the decision that all churches were corrupt. He said he would lead their worship services. It had seemed so strange to attend a church in their garage with only the five of them present. But their father had seemed so sure of himself in his beliefs. When children she knew from their previous church questioned her about why she wasn't attending anymore, she just said they were going to a new church. When she was a bit older ... twelve maybe ... she read one of the passages that her father had preached on the morning. It didn't seem to say what he said it said and she made the mistake of questioning him. It earned her a severe spanking. David's spanking was nothing like the one she received that day from her father. She never questioned her father again. She looked at her hands. The things David had put on her looked like they were locked around her wrist. She could see a tiny little keyhole. David had been patient with her. She had heard other women talk about their sexual exploits but she had always felt that true love wouldn't need to be expressed that way. It was true that David had tried to get her to be more open, to change positions once in a while, even once or twice to make love on a Saturday afternoon but she felt this was just a phase. After all he was only twenty-nine and it took men longer to get in a nice routine. Didn't it? After a while David returned. He unhooked her wrists from the ropes but didn't remove the cuffs. He did check each wrist to make sure she wasn't bruised or hurt and then kissed her wrist right below the cuff. He sat down on the side of the bed and with just his fingertips caressed her cheek. Freeing Abby "How are you doing?" he asked seriously. She didn't answer but her lip quivered. He tenderly touched her cheek again. "I love you, Abby, very, very much," he said quietly. Then he helped her up and she started towards the bathroom. "Do you need to go potty?" She shook her head no. "Don't wash away your smell away, Abby. It's a natural smell. My sperm isn't in there yet so you're not dripping, just a little of your own natural lubrication. I want to smell your desire." "I want —" she began. He spun her around and smacked her bare bottom several times. "No saying no," he said gently. "You'll do what I want today, baby. You've had your punishment now your pleasure." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips until she realized he wasn't going to release her until she let him in. She swallowed a sob and relaxed her mouth. He gently probed the heat of her mouth. His hand covered her breast and he gently tugged at her nipple. Then he just stopped. "It's time for brunch," he announced with a chuckle as he kissed her forehead. He took her hand and led her into the living area. It was her first opportunity to examine the cabin in the daylight and she noticed that there were even more flowers than she first thought the previous night. David had put a tablecloth on the table and there was a bowl of fruit: strawberries, bananas, grapes, blueberries and sliced apples. All the fruits she liked. There was a plate with muffins and some kind of pastry and a pot of coffee. She never been much of a breakfast eater but realized that she was indeed hungry. Abby eyed the duffle bag. "I ... can I have some clothes?" He smiled down at her. David knew he was a hair over six-foot. Barefooted Abby was nearly eight inches shorter and he always liked that she seemed so small to him. He shook his head no. "No clothes yet but I was pretty sure you wouldn't be comfortable eating naked so I got this for you." He picked up a piece of silky material he had thrown over the back of one of the chairs and held it open for her. It was a very soft satiny black robe with colorful flowers. It only came to mid thigh not even covering as much of her as the terrycloth robe had earlier. She knew now, though, to argue would only gain her another spanking so she put her left arm through one of the sleeves and turned to slip the other arm into the remaining sleeve. She now had her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, crossed the sides of the robe in front and tied the belt. He then took her hand and walked to the table. She started to sit down in one of the empty chairs. "No, not there, Ab. I want you on my lap," he said as he sat down and pulled her down to sit on his legs. Her short robe started to part in front and she quickly took her hand and caught it and held it shut. He smiled but didn't stop her. Because the robe was fairly short when he pulled her to his lap, the robe rode up in back so her naked butt was against his equally naked legs that his shorts didn't cover. He loved the feel of her soft bottom on his legs and nearly sighed out loud but he could tell how uncomfortable she was. She'd get over it after a day or two ... or a year or two. He hoped. He circled one arm around her as he leaned forward and picked up a strawberry. He dipped it in some whipped cream and held it up to her lips. After a moment she opened her mouth and accepted a bite. After several bits of different fruit and bites of muffin, she reached over and took a strawberry and held it to his lips. He grinned and opened his mouth. She gave him a weak smile. They ate alternating bites, each feeding the each other until Abby said she couldn't eat another bite. He finished eating another pastry with her still on his lap and they finished their coffee. "I fixed breakfast, so you get to do dishes, Ab." He gently pushed her off his lap and back onto her feet before he also stood up. When he began to untie her robe she backed up. "I said you could wear the robe while we ate, Abby. Now it's time to take it off again. You can do dishes with or without clothing on. I want you naked now." "Please don't," she cried as she shook her head and backed up towards the living area of the room. She had hardly taken a step before his hand circled her arm and, for the forth time in as many hours, flipped her around. They were near one of the overstuffed chairs and he leaned her over it before she even realized what he was doing. He didn't need to push the robe off her bottom; during the spin it had hiked itself well up her back. He gave her a couple of fast hard swats. She tried to push herself up but he held her down firmly with his hand on her back. He pushed her feet farther apart with his foot and leaned over her and kissed her neck as his hand caressed her now stinging bottom. His fingers followed the crease of her warm ass to her vulva and started parting her folds — again. "No ...," she cried out. "Noooo." "Shh, Abby. Now listen to me. No saying no. If you continue to defy me you'll have trouble sitting down at work Monday. Now take off your robe and go wash the dishes. And hurry, I'm ready to take you to explore the outside. We're going to go hiking." He had been rubbing her clitoris continuously while he talked. He hadn't touched her this much in one day the entire time they'd been married. She had to be pretty sensitive by now even though she was fighting being aroused — or maybe she was becoming aroused because she was fighting it. He gave her one more very gentle tap on her bottom and then leaned down and kissed both red hand printed globes. He heard her inhale sharply. "Take the robe off, Abigail, and go do dishes." He let her up and she only hesitated a moment. Without looking at him she let the robe slide to the floor. She didn't bother even picking it up. She'd never left clothing lay on the floor at home but David had shaken up her pretty badly. She walked to the table, cleared off the dishes and took them to the sink. He watched her silently sobbing, her body slightly heaving in whimpers. He knew that although he smacked her several times now, he had done the most damage to her pride not to her ass. The smacks that he had given her were love pats compared with the spanking he had given his nephew Jake the time he caught him throwing rocks at his younger sister. Then he explained why throwing rocks was dangerous and how he could have put out one of Libby's eyes. Then he said if Jake could be very nice to Lib the rest of the day, he'd take both of them for an ice cream later. Discipline with a little reward. David pulled on his thick socks and put on his hiking boots while Abby did the dishes. She never looked back at him. She could hear him moving around and hoped he wasn't looking at her. He dashed that thought when he was pulling on a t-shirt. "Do you know what the site of your pretty little pink bottom is doing to me, Abby?" She didn't answer. "I can hardly stand here without walking over to you and touching you. I want my hands all over your body. I want to kiss you everywhere." When she audibly sobbed again he said, "Come on, Abby, and finish up. You need to get dressed so we can go." He nearly laughed out loud when she spun around wide-eyed. "You didn't think I'd make you go outside naked, did you?" he said compassionately. "Come on, baby, I've got your clothes here. Come to me." Her eyes blinked but she took a deep breath and started towards him. His eyes never left hers and he smiled sweetly at her. He had laid her clothes on the chair where he stood and he backed up so she could get to them. She picked them up and started towards the bedroom. "It's not necessary to go to the bedroom, Abby. After all I've seen you naked all morning. Putting clothes on won't be as hard as taking them off. Come on, sweetheart, just slip them on so we can go." She sighed, heaved back a sob, laid the clothes back down and looked through them and then back up to him with her mouth open. "There's no ..." "No panties? No bra? You won't need them. Come on slip on the shorts and shirt. "What if someone sees me? What if we pass someone on the trail?" "I don't expect to see anyone but if, by chance we do pass someone, they'll never know you don't have panties or a bra on. No one can see though the shirt or shorts. Only you and I will know you're bare under them." She closed her eyes but when she opened them again no panties or bra miraculously appeared so reluctantly she pulled on the shorts and shirt. The shorts were new but made of soft cotton. They were much shorter then she'd ever worn before only about two or three inches down her thighs. The shirt though was a camp shirt covering most of the shorts. She sat down making sure she wasn't facing David so he couldn't see up the leg openings to her crotch. It didn't matter to her that he had not only seen her in all her glory all morning or that he had shaved her. She didn't want him to look up those leg holes. She pulled on her socks and was happy to see that the hiking boots he brought her were her own comfortable ones he had gotten her a month ago when they went hiking. She also noticed to her dismay that the shorts gently touched the newly shaved area of her body causing new sensations, a strange awareness with every move. When she finished tying her boots she stood to finish buttoning the shirt. Each button all the way from the top of neck to the bottom tails. David chuckled again, shook his head no, and moved to her. He unbuttoned the bottom three buttons and pulled the shirt edges into a knot at her midriff. The back still hung over the shorts but the front showed a tiny amount of soft skin between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the shirt that he couldn't resist running his finger across. Then he unbuttoned the top two buttons folding the lapels back so that a nice V of neck was showing stopping just above rise of her breasts. The look was more chaste than many girls would have shown, but much more skin than she was accustomed to showing. "There. Perfect. Do you need to use the bathroom? We'll be gone for a couple of hours." She nodded and he lightly brushed his lips across her forehead before stepping out of her way. While she was gone he quickly packed some fruit and bottled water in the new backpack he gotten earlier in the week. He already had several other items they might need in it. He was slinging it on when she came out. He noticed that she had washed her face and the previous mar from the tears was nearly gone. He smiled at her. "I love you, Abby." "I ... I love you ... too ... David." He realized it was the first time since last night that she was responded to his declaration of love. She said 'I love you, too' as she always did but he knew this time she really thought about it before she said it. He was both relieved and exhilarated. He caught her up in his arms and kissed her. "Come on, let's go." He grabbed her hand and she looked at the cuffs that still encircled her wrists and again a small hiccup escaped her. David looked down at her wrists too and just stood still a moment. "Okay, Abby," he said pulling a key chain with a small key attached out of his pocket. "I'll take them off, but remember I can put them on again if you misbehave." "You mean if I don't do what you want," she murmured defiantly. "Yeah," he grinned without a bit of guilt. They left the cabin and he noticed that she was eying the car. He took her hand again, "The clothes you were wearing last night and your purse with your keys to my car are locked in the trunk and my keys are out of your reach, sweetheart. You'll get your things back tomorrow." He paused. "Is it really so hard to let me see you, Abby?" "Yes." "Why?" "I don't know. It just is. I've never been naked in front of anyone before." "And you'll never be naked in front of anyone but me, Abby. But I've got to tell you it's hard to believe that you'd never worn shorts before we met. I couldn't believe it when you told me that. Then when you finally bought a pair they came clear to your knees! I thought you'd gone to some vintage clothing store. I didn't even know they made 'shorts' that long anymore." "I ... I bought Capri pants and cut them a little shorter." He threw back his head and laughed. "I should have known. Abby, I've been imagining you naked for nearly year and believe me, baby, when I tell you that I've got a vivid imagination. But even in my imagination you weren't as beautiful as you are in real life. You're more than I ever imagined." David paused then continued, "Come on the lake's visible farther up. Look there's a woodpecker!" He pointed up to a tree and they both stopped and watched it for a while. They walked for close to an hour-and-a-half weaving in and out following the narrow path stopping here or there to watch a bird or check out some wild flowers until they came to a clearing. David chose a spot and pulled the pack off. He unzipped it and took out the small, colorful blanket and spread it on the ground in front of a tree. He sat down with his back against the red oak and motioned for her to sit down. "Not there, here," he said taking her hand and pulling her between his legs when she was going to sit several feet away. She pulled at the shorts for about the hundredth time since they'd left the cabin. "Are the shorts really that uncomfortable, Abby?" "They're ... they're just so ... short." David chuckled, "They're not nearly as short as some I've seen. You have beautiful legs. You look very nice in them if that helps." "How long do I have to wear them?" "Until we go back to the cabin." She brightened and then looked back at him suspiciously. "Well, maybe until after supper," David said lightly, responding to her unasked question. She closed her eyes. She knew without asking that he was planning on keeping her naked again after that. Maybe, if she was lucky, it'd be dark by then. Then she sighed and thought the cabin had overhead lights and lamps all over. David opened the backpack and pulled out two bottles of water and handed her one. "Do you want a snack," he asked as he pulled out a muffin and took a bite. She shook her head no. For a while they just sat watching the boats on the lake. There was a gentle breeze and it was just cool enough to make the spot David had chosen very comfortable. Finally with David's arms wrapped around her waist, Abby relaxed against his chest. She seemed to forget the short shorts and the lack of underwear and find a measure of peace for the first time since he pulled her out of the bathroom that morning. "Have you ever been sailing, Abby?" She shook her head no and he continued. "I'll take you this summer. You've heard Dad talk about the Victoria?" She nodded. "I thought he was talking about your mom." David smiled, "Well, it was named after Mom. It's our boat. It's a 24-foot Mariner sailing sloop. I'll take you out in it — do you know how to swim?" he asked and looked around her head and down at her. She popped her eyes up and vigorously shook her head no. "You live in a state with hundreds of lakes and you don't know how to swim?" he asked again disbelievingly. "No ... Dad said ..." she voice trailed off. "Dad said what, Abby?" She closed her eyes and sighed but finally answered. "No daughter of his was going to whore around in one of those skimpy scrapes of material," she said quietly. David's arms tightened around her. "Oh, Abby, no wonder you're afraid to let anyone see your body. Good God. I'll teach you to swim, Abby." "I don't know if I can do it," she said with a hint of fear. "Do you see that small cove down there?" David pointed down to a more secluded cove with a small sandy beach. She nodded slowly. "That's where I learned to swim. It's not real deep and the water is clear. I'll take you there when it gets a bit warmer and I'll teach you to swim, Abby. You need to know how to swim when we bring our kids up here. She jerked her head around and he smiled. "Don't you want children, Abby? We've talked about having some." "Yes I want children. You just surprised me, that's all. It's hard for me to wrap my mind around the thought of children with all ... with all that's happened this morning. You just surprised me." He tightened his arms a bit more and softy laughed. "I imagine I've surprised you quite a bit the last few hours." She didn't answer. It went without saying that he had indeed surprised her. They sat again in silence both thinking about what Abby's father had taught his girls ― David disbelievingly and Abby thoughtful. For the first time in her life Abby thought maybe her dad didn't know what he was talking about. David watched the boats and saw one he recognized, the Martin's 40-foot Caty. Mrs. Martin was nearing forty but looked younger. They had three school age children the youngest not more than six or seven David thought. He also knew Claire Martin usually wore a two-piece suit while on the boat. He withdrew one arm from around Abby and unzipped another compartment on the backpack and fished out a pair of small binoculars. When he brought them to his eyes sure enough there was Claire Martin in a two-piece but very decently clad swimsuit. He could also see two of the three children both with life vests on. He handed the glasses to Abby. "Look out there at the boat with the blue and white sail. Do you see it?" "Yes." "Can you see the woman?" "Yes." "Do you think she looks like a whore, Abby? She's with her children." Abby didn't answer right a way but finally said, "No." "I can tell you Abby, she's not. She's one of Jenny's best friends. They often sail together, both families. My sister's not a whore, Abby, and I've seen her in a swimsuit with less material than the one Claire Martin has on right now." While he talked David's hand wandered back around Abby's waist but this time he felt the swell of the underside of her breast. Without thinking he went to slip his hand inside her shirt. Abby dropped the binoculars and cried out. "No, David. No not —" Before she could finish the sentence he had his hands on her hips lifting her and flipping her over his legs. His hand came down on her bottom so quickly that at first she was too stunned to do anything then she tried to roll off of him screaming, sobbing and kicking. The spanking ended as quickly as it began and then he was lifting her again and had her facing him and straddling his thighs but he didn't get a chance to 'give the pleasure after punishment' this time. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him leaving absolutely no space between them untouched. She buried her head in his neck and sobbed. "Please David, please not out here. Please don't, not here in the open." David wrapped his arms around her and tenderly rubbed her back until she started to calm down. He murmured in her ear to try and stop crying. When she seemed to have a bit more control, he pushed her gently away from him as he brought up his knees, which caused her to be even tighter against his manhood. "Abby," he whispered to her, "last night I asked you to trust me. I've said it several times today. Do you trust me, Abby?" Her lip quivered, "Please David, not here in the open, outside. I'll try to be more ... what you want inside but please not outside." "Abby, do you trust me?" Her lip continued to tremble and a sob escaped her throat. "Do you, Abby?" Finally she nodded. "Abby, I can see the path in both directions from here. I grew up on this mountain. I can tell if someone's coming long before I see them. I would never do something to you if I thought someone else might be around. Trust me, Abby," he said softy.