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Partners in Purity

By: Charles Petersunn



This story is placed in the first time section. However, it also includes spanking. The characters are both above the age of eighteen. In fact, Nicholas and Miriam are nineteen year-old newlyweds, embarking on a new stage of their lives together. Note, this is a long story, as mine tend to be. However, it can be read in sections rather than all at once. I do hope you enjoy it!

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Nicholas Jones and Miriam Naomi had finally gotten married. It was a really beautiful ceremony, and a day for which they had longed for some time. After all, their wedding actually met something. It meant that they could finally consummate their relationship, their vows, their pledge.

Nicholas and Miriam had taken a purity pledge soon after they began dating. Their mutual respect for one another, for the human body, and for the purity of an honest, deep relationship, was one among many values they shared.

They didn't do drugs. They didn't drink. They didn't smoke, and they faithfully avoided filthy, dirty media. They would never watch Southpark, they abhorred HBO, and they were repeatedly appalled at what they considered to be a steady deterioration of television toward what they viewed as an eventual Sodom and Gomorrah. It seemed like every year another curse word became acceptable for prime time television. Goodness, there was an episode of "30 Rock" in which there was a "MILF Island," on which there were "20 super-hot" thirty-year old mothers and, by the description of even the producer, "50 kids" (many of whom did indeed look like kids). It was really quite shocking, and appalling, that something like that could be shown on television.

And, it was clearly getting worse. According to the Kaiser Family Foundation, 70% of all television shows now contain some sexual content, ranging on average of five sexual scenes per hour, compared with 64% of shows with 4.4 scenes per hour in 2002, and 56% of shows with 3.2 scenes per hour in 1998. It was indeed a slow but sure fall into depravity. References to non-marital sex outnumber sex in the context of marriage by nearly 3 to 1, as indicated in the Parent Televisions Council report. Such references occurred at a frequency of up to 2.5 times per hour from 9 to 10 PM and were even more frequent, up to 4 times per hour during family hour. There were open references to threesomes, partner swapping, oral sex, and sex with prostitutes, in addition to depictions of strippers, references to masturbation, pornography, sex toys, and kinky or fetishistic behaviors, as if all of these things were normal and acceptable.

Of course, it wasn't like Nicholas and Miriam were not themselves human. They had their desires, which at times were rather intense and quite difficult to ignore. Impulses denied can become rather severe. It was like being on a very restrictive diet yet always being around a very scrumptiously tempting tasty dish.

How could Nicholas not desire, adore, and treasure Miriam; her body, as well as her self. She was just so adorable.

Miriam was not some sort of voluptuous sex bomb. Not by any means. She was a diminutive little thing, a really elfish girl, but so terribly pretty. She had large green eyes that often sparkled with a childish gaiety, round pink cheeks (Nicholas loved the sight of her dimples when she smiled), a perky little nose, and rich wavy, curly blonde hair that fell lushly onto her shoulders.

Her breasts were not large. They were in fact at times barely noticeable, as she did not dress to attract attention to them. She wore rather modest, loose blouses, but when a tight sweater was embracing her curves her little round bubbies would drive Nicholas wild. He longed so much to squeeze them, but then, of course, admonished himself for thinking about her in such a disrespectful and debasing manner.

It was perhaps Miriam's innocence that in fact made her all the more appealing, so attractive, and so desirable. She was a coveted treasure, the most delectable desert a man could ever devour. He only had to be patient; very, very patient.

Of course, they did express some degree of physical affection. They would hold hands, hug, and even kiss, and their kisses would at times be so tantalizingly and frustratingly long, both of them becoming breathless with longing once their lips finally separated. At times they decided it was best to hold off, at least temporarily, kissing one another, fearing that their animal desires might overtake them. Nicholas was typically rock hard after one of their kissing sessions, his balls aching for relief.

Nicholas might eventually obtain relief, on his own, albeit not always willfully. He would masturbate. It wasn't like that was real sex, he felt. But, he would also at times try to restrain from masturbating. He enjoyed it a great deal as he was fondling, stroking, and eventually pounding his dick into an explosively wondrous eruption, but would afterward feel guilty, and perverse.

Withholding relief though created another problem, besides simply the intense frustration and unending urges. Well, actually, clearly due to them: he would have wet dreams.

Some of his wet dreams were pretty darned wicked and shocking. They involved apparently unconscious, involuntary fantasies that he could never admit to Miriam. He could hardly admit them to himself. Many of them, of course, involved her, doing all sorts of weird and perverse things with him, or to him. He was usually very ashamed when he awoke. He typically awoke before he had an orgasm, but there were times while he was in fact ejaculating, into his briefs, which was always so fucking fantastic, at least while it was happening. Masturbating to relief was intensely satisfying, but when it happened during a dream, it was like it was entirely real, a perverse and bizarre fantasy that had come to life.

He felt it must be quite unusual for someone his age to have wet dreams (nineteen, same age as Miriam), but then again, most guys his age probably masturbated much more often, especially if they were dating a girl as pretty as Miriam. He tried taking cold showers before he went to bed, but that didn't seem to work.

He would feel so embarrassed and ashamed after his ejaculation dissipated, albeit the orgasm was itself so intensely pleasurable, the image of Miriam in his dream still lingering in his mind: the sight of her receiving a monstrous load on her face; or perhaps in her mouth, cum bursting out through her lips, unable to take it all; or perhaps within her vagina, her arms clinging so tightly against his body as he filled her with his voluminous seed crying with delight as her cunt became engorged and bloated by his spunk; or maybe even up her butt, her mortified face hidden beneath her hands as he gushed and spewed thick sticky globs deep up inside her rectum. Yes, he often felt quite ashamed of himself for having such dreams. But, what control does one really have over one's dreams? They did at least reveal to him how wicked and wanton a person could become.

He found the best method to control them, to avoid having such wicked dreams, and spoiling his briefs, was to masturbate. It was essentially the lesser of two evils. He couldn't avoid one without being overwhelmed by the other.

So, at times he would masturbate before he went to sleep, especially if they had been on a date that evening. He would invariably think of her, seeing her body, imagining how pretty and sexy she would be, all naked, posing for him. He wouldn't actually consciously fantasize about doing it with her. That just seemed too disrespectful, imagining her actually having sex with him. It was like raping her with his mind, forcing her to do things she wouldn't want to do, at least not yet. He would just imagine her in sexy poses. Of course, she also wouldn't really pose in real life for him, but he found it frankly impossible to masturbate without at least thinking of her. Sometimes though, just as he was cumming, his fantasy would extend to her reaching out and touching his exposed penis. He was so terribly ashamed afterward whenever his thoughts went that far, but orgasms do have a tendency to make oneself more primitive and primal, bringing out the worst, the animal, in oneself.

And, Miriam hadn't made it any easier, with her suggestion for how to best deal with the problem, and with her own difficulty in maintaining their pledge of purity.

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Yes, it wasn't that much easier for Miriam. She did not have wet dreams, by any means, but she did have her own, personal yearnings.

She would at times find herself taking a peek at the front of Nick's pants, wondering what must be hidden within, at times wondering if she did in fact notice a bit of a bulge. She would even occasionally, accidentally of course, brush her hand against it, trying to detect its presence.

She would feel rather guilty afterwards. Goodness, a good girl doesn't do that, and what might Nicholas think if he noticed it, if he realized that she was doing it on purpose! She would never be able to explain herself.

Any girl will of course wonder how big her boyfriend is. Size doesn't really matter, not that much. But a girl would like, quite honestly, for her man to be big and strong, in more ways than one.

It was not like she hadn't seen a penis before, at least in pictures and such, before she took the pledge of purity. In fact, at one time in her life, before she found her true self, before she saw the light, she had been a bit of a vixen. She hadn't done anything with any guy, of course, but she did a lot with herself, by herself, eventually losing her virginity to a little pink woman's helper.

But, that did all end when she took the vow of purity. Well, actually, not really.

Miriam was a big fan of the Jonas Brothers, and once after a live concert, after hours of basking in their music, watching them prance, posture, and pose on stage, she did give in, that evening, all the while thinking of Nick, not her Nicholas, Nick Jonas, on stage, and then with her, in bed, playing with her vagina with his fingers, just as she was doing with herself.

She didn't imagine him actually having sex with her. That would be going too far, and hardly consistent with their vow of purity. But, maybe just imagining him playing with her, as she was playing with herself, wasn't so bad, really.

She had such a thunderous orgasm.

But, she felt terribly guilty as soon as the climax dissipated, and not just because she had diddled herself. She had been thinking of someone else, someone other than Nicholas. It was like she had cheated on him. She could hardly look him in the face the next day, and the guilt did not dissipate with time.

She eventually felt she had no choice but to confess, admit her wrongdoing, and submit to whatever penance he might deem sufficient. 

Well, maybe it was better to keep it to herself. Sometimes it's preferable to keep a secret rather than be forthright and open, particularly when that secret concerns something in the past, something that would not happen again, something that one's partner would find hurtful.

But, it wasn't really in the past, at least not that far long ago. And, besides, she hardly wanted their relationship to be tainted by such secrets. She would want Nicholas to be honest with her. How could she ever be upset with him in the future if he failed to be honest, and how could she live with herself if someday he did confess a transgression to her.

She decided to tell him.

When they were alone, in her parents' house, where she still lived, she took him to the living room to make her confession.

She held his hand as she led him over to the couch, to sit down next to her. 

Nicholas knew that something was up. Miriam was acting very odd, only saying that she had something important to tell him.

He had to admit, he worried that she was about to break up with him. What else could it be? Nothing good ever comes from a girl telling you that they need to talk. Maybe she just wanted some time apart, some time to think things over. But, taking a break was typically just a way of breaking up without admitting to it. He just hoped that he wouldn't plead or beg, or perhaps even cry.

Miriam sat down first and then patted the seat next to her for him.

He reluctantly followed suit.

She reached out and took his right hand in hers, clasping it warmly and affectionately, and then looked him straight in the eye. She wanted him to fully realize how sincere and sorry she was. "Nicholas, I have to tell you something."

"Yeah," he replied anxiously. "Okay...Um...what is it?"

She briefly looked away and then returned her eyes to his. "Nicholas, this is really very hard for me to admit..." Her heart was racing. She just couldn't get herself to say it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. But, how could she back out now? It wasn't like she could make something else up, like she lost her purity ring or something. 

Nicholas wished she would just spit it out. He repeated, "Just tell me, what is it?"

Miriam took a deep breath, her breasts rising up within her sweater, filling out the little cups of her brassiere.

Nicholas tried not to notice, but her bubbies were just so darned adorable, and yet he would now never know what it would be like to see them, to touch them, to fondle and feel them.

She finally openly confessed, "I haven't been entirely pure."

Nicholas at first didn't understand what she meant. It didn't sound like she was breaking up with him. That was a VERY big load off his mind. He took a deep breath of relief, but once he realized what it wasn't, he didn't quite fathom what it was. "What do mean?" She didn't have sex with someone else, did she? Frankly, that could be almost as bad as breaking up. How humiliating would that be. She won't have sex with him, but then she just goes off and has sex with someone else? What kind of relationship is that! What does that say about her feelings for him! He suddenly asked, "Did you have sex with someone?"

"Nicholas!" Miriam replied, rather shocked that he would even think such a thing. "Of course not!" She would never do anything like that. Well, not in real life.

"Okay, well," he replied, again very relieved. "That's good to hear."

"I mean," she clarified, "not really."

"What?!" What is "not really" having sex with someone? Why can't she just tell him precisely what she means. "I'm sorry, Miriam, I don't understand."

She hated so much to hurt Nicholas' feelings, to let him down like this, but she just had to tell him and hope that he would forgive her. "Nicholas," she said, "I...I, well..." She averted her eyes and poured it out in one fell swoop, "I had impure thoughts. I masturbated, and I was thinking of someone else."

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. She felt so ashamed to have masturbated. What nice girl does that? Plus, she had admitted to fantasizing about someone else. Of course, it might have been even more embarrassing to admit that she had been thinking of him. How could she look him in the eye after admitting that! She timidly, fearfully, asked, "Are you ashamed of me?" She looked into his eyes, pleading for forgiveness as she said, "I'm so, so sorry, really I am."

Nicholas, frankly, could really care less that she had masturbated. In fact, his penis was swelling within his briefs with just the thought of her having done so. He could never imagine her doing something like, and it certainly helped to relieve his own guilt that he had done so, and frankly worse than that. Heck, he would now have difficulty not thinking of her masturbating as he jerked off. But, there was one point for which he did want some clarification. "Who were you thinking about?"

Miriam's face flushed red with embarrassment. This was so hard to admit. She lowered her head and quietly admitted, "Nick Jonas."

"Nick Jonas?! Him?!" He probably though shouldn't have been so surprised. He knew she had a crush on him, and he was really very good looking, plus a rock star. What girl doesn't develop a crush on at least one rock star.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really I am." She returned her eyes to him, and used her right hand to cross her heart as she said, "I promise, with all my heart, never, ever, to do it again." She reached out and took his hand back into both of hers and squeezed it as she affirmed, "Really, I do."

"Nick Jonas," Nicholas again said in disbelief. Well, not so much disbelief, but disappointment. Did she really have to tell him that? Would he tell her every time he had impure thoughts about some other girl? Frankly, though, that hadn't really happened. He did, of course, look at other girls, but he never masturbated to any of them. Why wouldn't she masturbate to him? But, of course, he couldn't really ask her that, not knowing what the answer might be, and not really wanting to hear it.

"Nicholas, is there any way, any way at all, that I can make it up to you? I'll do anything, really."

He could think of quite a few things he would like her to do, but he would never take advantage of her, nor would it really make sense to punish her for impure behavior by making her do an impure act, largely for his own benefit and pleasure. He cursed himself for even thinking that. He was frankly worse than her.

Miriam thought back on the time she had been caught as a young girl, masturbating, and by her father, no less. She had never, ever been more embarrassed in her life. She was terribly mortified, and that was perhaps an understatement. She knew at the time that she well deserved whatever punishment she received. Well, she thought now, if she hadn't learned her lesson then, perhaps she needed to learn it again...

She let go of Nicholas' hand to clasp her hands in her lap, her face lowered in penitent modesty and contriteness, as she explained. "You know, long before I met you, I wasn't such a good girl."

"Really?" Nicholas' dick again came to life, his eyes fixed on the rise and fall of her titties.

"No, no I wasn't. There was a time when I did lots of things a good girl shouldn't do."

Nicholas' cock swelled stiffly in his briefs. He repeated, "Really?"

"Yes, and I'm not proud of it, I want you to know that, and I don't do such things anymore. Well, other than that one time. But, well, in any case, I was punished once, when my, my father, you know, caught me." He face deeply reddened. That had been so shameful; to be caught by one's father doing such a dirty thing, and now having to confess it to her boyfriend, her partner in purity.

"Caught you? Doing what?" He really wanted to know precisely what she was talking about; just to be sure he was not misunderstanding.

"Honey bunny, I can't tell you that...." She often referred to him by cute little affectionate nicknames. He sometimes found it a bit embarrassing, but mostly it just made her all the more adorable. "Well, you know..." Her voice became very soft, as she added, "masturbating." 

"Oh," Nicholas softly replied, embarrassed for her having to say it out loud. Goodness, her father caught her? Now, that must have been terribly embarrassing. He clasped his hands in lap, hiding his erection.

Miriam continued. "And, well, for punishment, you know, for doing...that. He, well, he..." She again lowered her voice, "spanked me."

"You got a spanking?!" Nicholas was now rock hard.

Miriam nodded her head in shame. "I mean I did deserve it and all, and well," she added. "I guess, maybe...you know, I deserve another one."

Nicholas could feel a wave of anxiety and excitement sweep over him. What the heck was she saying?! Was she really suggesting what he thought? "No, no," he responded diplomatically, removing one hand from his lap to pat her reassuringly on her back. "It's okay, really."

Miriam turned her face to look sheepishly into his eyes. "That's very nice of you to say so, sweetie pie, but I couldn't really live with myself knowing how I betrayed your trust, our bond, our pledge. I do really feel I need a...a...spanking." She wondered if her cheeks looked as red as they felt.


Partners in Purity



Before he could talk her out of it, she shifted her position on the couch, turning toward him and then draped her body across his lap.

Nicholas' eyes widened with shock. He quickly shifted his left hand off his lap, holding both hands out away from his body so that neither would inadvertently touch hers. His eyes stared in wonder as he watched Miriam position herself over his lap, resting the top of her body on her hands and elbows on his left side, her knees on his right, her bottom positioned right above his lap. She did not lay her bottom down into his lap, feeling that the intimate physical contact might not be at all appropriate. However, keeping her bottom off his lap did have the effect of sticking it up in the air, toward his face. It was a very fetching picture, as Miriam did have one of the cutest elfish round little bottoms Nicholas had ever seen.

He was very relieved that she hadn't lied down into his lap. Much as he would have enjoyed it she most definitely would have felt his erection, and that would most likely change everything.

Miriam looked back over her left shoulder at him, her pretty green eyes plaintively looking up at him, as she asked. "Snuggles, aren't you going to spank me?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure," he quickly replied, albeit with no confidence as to what he was doing. How does one in fact spank one's girlfriend? He didn't want to make this into something sexual, but that was pretty darned hard to avoid. Nor did he really want to hurt her or anything like that.

He began by softly patting her bottom through her thin short flowered summer skirt.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

It was so hard for him not to smile with delight and pleasure. He was actually feeling Miriam's little round butt. Well, not actually feeling it, just patting it, but it was far more than he had ever done before, and he was enjoying it immensely. Her bottom just felt so round, so soft, so perky and girlish and, of course, he was repeatedly making contact with a very personal and intimate part of her body.

Miriam though wasn't so pleased. She wiggled her bottom in disapproval and explained, "Harder, Nicky. You have to spank me harder."

"Oh yeah, sure," he replied, as if he already knew that, like he was some sort of expert when it came to spanking a girl's bottom. He escalated the spanking just a bit.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

"That's a little better," Miriam said encouragingly, her bottom wriggling around. But, it still didn't have any sting to it, and frankly felt more playful than anything else. She could not help but notice a distinct warmth developing between her thighs, within her cunnie. So far, this was more enjoyable than punishing. There needed to be some real embarrassment if she was going to make amends and be truly punished.

"Wait," she suggested, and reached back to pull her skirt up and over her bottom, revealing to Nicholas' bulging eyes her turquoise cotton panties, sprinkled all over with little red and violet flowers.

Nicholas felt like he might cum in his pants. Miriam was actually letting him see beneath her skirt! She was sticking her turquoise tight pantied little round bottom right up into his face, offering it to him to ogle, adore, and even spank! He had never before seen anything more lovely in his life. This purity pledge was turning out to be far better than he had ever imagined it could possibly be.

Miriam's face was beet red knowing what she was showing to Nicholas. She had not planned on doing so. It just seemed at the moment the right and necessary thing to do. After all, her spanking as a child had been with her skirt raised (actually even more than that), and the fact that she was now so terribly embarrassed and ashamed affirmed for her that it was indeed the correct and appropriate thing to do. Now she felt like she had been when she was a little girl: dutifully chagrined, humbled, and penitent. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Nicholas rained down on Miriam's girlish soft butt a string of hard smacks, encouraged and emboldened by the light colorful panties, like a bull responding to a matador's cape.

"Yes! Yes! That's it!" Miriam exclaimed, her face both smiling and grimacing with the rapid smacking.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Nicholas watched with fascination as Miriam's pantied bottom danced and pranced before his eyes, as if she was purposely trying to excite him, encouraging him through her wriggling rump to continue to rain down on her exposed derriere rapid smacks and whacks.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"That's so good, honey bunny!" She squealed, "Spank me so hard! I was such a bad, bad girl!"

"Yes," Nicholas gasped, momentarily pausing, to ask, "What did you do?"

"Oh don't stop spanking me, Nicky, please, don't stop." She frantically wiggled her bottom at him, trying to encourage him to continue.

"Tell me what you did, young lady," he admonished her.

"Oh snuggle bunny, don't make me say it again. It's so embarrassing." She covered her face with her hands, and jutted up her butt as high as it would go, almost pressing it right up into his face.

Nicholas' eyes fixed on a new sight: the soft little mound of Miriam's cunnie, tightly wrapped within her panties, peeking out from between her thighs. He suspected that she had no idea that she was exposing that to him. He almost felt he could detect some moisture leaking through the cotton, but he wasn't at all sure about that.

SMACK!

"Yipes!" Miriam squealed.

"Tell me what you did," he again ordered.

"I will tell! I will tell!" She quickly agreed, and then added, "I was masturbating. I was masturbating, snuggles, in my bedroom."

Smack! Smack!

"I was diddling myself!" She felt so ashamed by her confession.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes, you were," Nicholas said through his spanks.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"And good girls don't masturbate, do they, Miriam."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh no, Nicky, they most definitely don't and I promise never to do it again." Her bottom was so inflamed, almost as much her cunnie, which seemed on fire.

Nicholas gave her one final last hard smack.

SMACK!

"Yip!" Miriam squealed.

"Okay then," Nicholas suggested, "I suspect that's sufficient." He would have enjoyed going longer but, again, he didn't want to really hurt her and, besides, he wasn't too sure that he could, without having an accident.

"Oh my," Miriam gasped, pushing her way off Nicholas' lap to sit back next to him, on her knees, her hands massaging the sting out of her bottom. "You gave me a pretty good spanking, Nicky."

Nicholas smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

Miriam smiled and let go of her bottom to wrap her arms around Nicholas and give him an affectionate hug. "No, no. I wasn't complaining, snuggle bunny. I think it was a very good spanking."

Nicholas gingerly wrapped his arms around her body, wondering if perhaps he should help massage the heat from her bottom, or at least pat it affectionately. His hands so much wanted to return there.

"Mmmmmmm," Miriam whimpered into his shoulder as she cuddled against him, feeling so much better. She had been stricken with such guilt and anxiety, but it was now all washed away. It was really remarkable what a good spanking can do for a girl.

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Over the next few days Miriam was indeed a very good girl, even notably attentive and considerate, doting on Nicholas in every way she could imagine, letting him know how important he was to her, how much she loved him.

Nicholas certainly enjoyed it. He had no reason to complain, but he was now feeling a little guilty himself. After all, he was the one who was masturbating on a somewhat regular basis and, if that was not enough, stricken with really lewd and lascivious sex dreams.

Of course, it was different for guys, wasn't it? Girls don't really need to masturbate, but guys do, don't they? What guy has never masturbated? It was just unrealistic to think that he wouldn't.

But, it was indeed his purity pledge not to do so. Guys at their purity conferences testified to being entirely pure, lacking even any impure thoughts, let alone engaging in self-abusive activities.

Nicholas did finally make his confession to Miriam. It was just hanging so heavily upon him.

"Nicholas," Miriam admonished, "you aren't supposed to do that, you know."

"I know, I know. I just can't seem to help myself."

"Have you been doing it all the time?"

"No, no, of course not." Now that was an embarrassing question for a girl to ask a guy. And, well, of course, he wasn't doing it all the time. All the time would be every single minute of every single day. He most definitely wasn't masturbating that often, but he wasn't about to tell her how often. The fact that he was admitting to it at all was more than enough, or at least so he felt.

"Did you do it after you gave me my spanking?" That would certainly be ironic, if not particularly egregious.

Well, that was a problem. He quietly admitted, shuffling his feet, "Uh, well, yeah, I guess."

"You guess? You're not sure if you in fact masturbated?"

Nicholas felt like he was twelve years old, being confronted by his mother for self-abuse, something that had not in fact ever happened, but he doubted that it would be much different than this. "No, no, I'm sure. Yes, I did." He kept his eyes averted from hers.

Miriam took a deep breath. Well, this was an unexpected turn of events. Of course, perhaps she shouldn't really be too surprised. Guys have much more difficulty controlling themselves than girls. And, it wasn't like he had done anything with another girl. "Were you looking at pornography?"

"Oh no! Definitely! Absolutely not!" He could at least comfortably reassure her on that point.

Well, that was reassuring. Miriam found the whole thought of pornography so disgusting and degrading. She sorely doubted that she could continue to date Nicholas if he was doing anything like that.

Miriam was pretty darned curious though as to what he was thinking about when he masturbated, but she wasn't so sure she really wanted to know. She would assume it was about her, and the details of his fantasies she felt best to keep to himself. "Well, I suspect you better have a spanking too," she finally asserted.

"What?!" Now, that was not what he had expected.

"You heard me. I submitted to a spanking because I had broken the purity pledge. It's only fair that you do so now as well."

Well, that was a pretty darned compelling argument. However, it just seemed much different for him, to be spanked by a girl. Guys spank girls. Girls don't spank guys. "But, I'm a guy," he asserted, as if that fully explained his position.

"Yes, and a guy who masturbates. You are a fully grown young man who is supposed to be controlling himself. Apparently you're also just a little boy who is abusing himself."

Whoa! Nicholas had never heard Miriam speak so forcefully, so strongly. Would she be like this when they were eventually married? He wasn't sure he liked it. But, he couldn't really disagree with her. He had been letting his life be governed by his penis, or at least his testicles, or whatever made him so excited. Maybe this wasn't really a bad idea, and it wasn't like anybody would have to know about it, other than Miriam. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" Girls do have a tendency to gossip, he felt.

"No, no, of course not. Do you think I want my friends to know you're masturbating?"

Nicholas shamefacedly admitted, "No, no, I guess not." She might even be more embarrassed about it than him, but that was hard to imagine.

"Alright then, well," she pondered, "let's see. How should we do this?" She didn't want him lying over her lap. He was too big for that. Plus, she wouldn't want him rubbing his penis against her. It just seemed a bit too intimate and inappropriate, and certainly too risky. "Here, you stand in front of the couch, and bend over."

This was so darned embarrassing for Nicholas. He had never been spanked before, and hadn't imagined any such thing ever happening to him, and certainly not by a pretty girl.

"And," she instructed, "pull your pants down."

"What?!"

"Pull your pants down. My skirt was up when you spanked me. It's only fair."

Nicholas now wondered if spanking her beneath her skirt had really been worth it. Actually, as he thought about it, it most definitely had been. In fact, simply her reminding him of it made his penis swell within his briefs, and the realization that he would now be pulling down his pants for her, for the very first time, made it swell even further.

This was far though from how he had expected it would be the first time he pulled his pants down for Miriam, but it was still exciting on that natural level. He turned his back to her as he began to undo his belt, button, and zipper, his dick growing harder with each step.

Miriam's heart began to flutter. A little grin creased her lips. This was so exciting! Nicholas was actually going to pull down his pants, but this was okay because it wasn't anything sexual or like that at all. On the contrary, this was in fact precisely for the purpose of maintaining his, their, purity pledge. An excited shiver went down her spine when she heard the zipper go down. Maybe she should perhaps even have him pull down his underwear? She almost giggled at that thought. That would be going much too far, and might turn this into something terribly naughty.

Nicholas' penis was now mostly swelled. How very strange. He would think that the shame, the embarrassment, of getting a spanking by his girlfriend would make him shrink. It wasn't that he particularly enjoyed being spanked. None of his fantasies, or even his dreams, involved that. But, simply the fact that he was pulling down his pants in front of Miriam for the very first time was getting him so excited. He was so, so glad that he was wearing fresh underwear that morning. His mother had always said to wear fresh underwear. He doubted that she was thinking of an occasion such as this but it was, in any case, advice he did not always follow. Well, thank goodness he had done so this morning!

He looked back over his shoulder, catching her smiling at him.

Miriam quickly wiped the smile off her face.

Nicholas requested, "Don't look."

"Heh?" She didn't understand. "Don't look? How can I spank you if I don't look?" Plus, she felt like adding, he had looked at her panties when he had spanked her.

"I mean," he replied, his face reddening, his voice going softer, "in front."

"Oh," she quietly replied. She wasn't entirely sure what he meant by that. It wasn't like she would be able to see anything. But, it was probably true that his briefs were pretty tight and maybe he was embarrassed for her to see the outline of his penis and testicles. Her heart raced a bit as she thought of that. Still, she would respect his wishes. She had been careful not to show him the front of her panties when he spanked her. "Yeah, sure. I won't look. I'll stand right back here."

"Okay," he agreed, and then pulled his pants down to his ankles. His eyes immediately went to his crotch, his evident erection, which he covered just as quickly with his hands.

He turned his face around to ask Miriam, over his shoulder, "Your parents aren't coming home any time soon, are they?"

"I don't think so," she cryptically replied.

Nicholas kept his pants tangled around his ankles. He might need to get them back up pretty quickly.

For the moment Miriam was satisfied with just seeing him from behind. There really wasn't much to see. He was showing nothing more than what she had already seen when he wore his bathing suit. But, the fact that it was his underwear made it an entirely different experience.

Well, apparently he preferred white jockey briefs. She would have hoped for boxers. Someday, when they got married, she would have to be sure to buy him boxers. They were more manly.

Still, he did look awfully cute in his briefs, which were pretty tightly wrapped around his taut boyish butt. It wasn't a particularly muscular butt, albeit she wasn't too sure how muscular a butt could be. But, it was still a pretty darned cute tight tush. She knew she was going to enjoy this spanking very, very much.

"Okay then," she instructed him, "bend over."

That necessitated removing his hands from his crotch so that he could steady himself over the couch, but he had faith in Miriam's promise not to peek. He leaned way over, placed his hands on the back of the couch, and jutted his butt out. Strangely, his dick surged in strength, anticipating the first spank.

Miriam smiled. Nicholas' butt looked even cuter sticking out like that, the briefs pulled tightly around the curves of his rump. She hadn't imagined a guy's butt could be so sexy. Well, perhaps it was because it was the first intimate part of Nicholas' body that she was now witnessing. 

Nicholas felt like such an idiot. He had imagined that the first time he dropped his pants in front of Miriam she would be impressed with his masculinity. Well, at least he hoped that it would be that way. Instead, he felt more like a submissive little boy.

SMACK!

"Yike!" Nicholas hadn't expected her to smack him that hard. He again looked back at her. "Take it easy," he complained.

Miriam smiled. "No pain, no gain," she suggested.

Nicholas rolled his eyes.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Miriam!" Nicholas protested, but to no effect.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nicholas didn't want to protest too much. A real man would accept a spanking with stoic reserve, never revealing whatever pain was being inflicted, never suggesting that he could not handle it. Nicholas did little more than grimace, albeit at times wriggling his bottom in discomfort.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Miriam was a little frustrated that Nicholas wasn't crying out. She felt she was smacking him pretty good. Heck, her hand certainly stung. Of course, his butt, unlike her hand, was protected by a layer of clothing. Perhaps she should have him pull down his undies as well? 

Her pussy tingled at the thought. It wouldn't actually be any sort of a sexual thing. It would just make Nicky's punishment more effective. He would have to appreciate that. But, she doubted that he would do it. She probably shouldn't push her luck.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He did have a very tight, taut butt. She did admire that.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

And, she now admired as well, his toughness, taking his spanking like a man. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nicholas was having difficulty maintaining his composure. How much longer was she going to spank him? And yet, surprisingly, his erection only got worse with each smack. He wished she would have positioned him lying over a cushion or something; that way he could be rubbing his dick against it. His dick felt so stiff, so swollen, so needy. 

SMACK! SMACK!

Goodness, what if she noticed it now!? What would she think of him having a hard-on while being spanked?!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He jutted his ass out farther.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He so much wanted to touch, to grasp, to squeeze and stroke his cock. But, of course, how odd would that be, as the whole point of the spanking was to punish him for that very thing.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

But, he might not even have to touch it. His cock strained within his briefs. He squirmed more openly, more vigorously, as the movement provided the only friction he could provide his dick, which wanted so much more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Miriam suddenly found herself out of breath, her heart racing with excitement, her breathing pressured. "Yes, well," she gasped, "I guess that was sufficient." She briefly rested her hand against his bottom. It would be only considerate if she caressed it, soothed its pain with an affectionate touch. It was something any girlfriend should do. It would not be sexual. It would be nurturing, like a good and considerate mother would do.




Partners in Purity



Nicholas could feel Miriam's hand resting on his bottom. He froze, his eyes opening wide, his dick twitching. What was she going to do?

Miriam removed her hand. Her better judgment prevailed. She brushed her skirt, checked her hair. "Yes, um," she added, "you can pull your pants up now, Nicholas," her ambivalence, her regret, evident in the tone of her voice. She was surprised at how excited she felt, her heart fluttering, her breathing accelerated, her cunnie again warm and moist.

Nicholas made sure as he pulled up his pants that the front of his body, the erection in his briefs, did not fall within Miriam's line of vision. And, now that the spanking had stopped, he felt strangely more self-conscious, more embarrassed, more vividly concretely aware of his past state of undress, his childish treatment. He was no longer lost in the experience. He was now simply cognitively aware, observing what was happening, judging it, and that judgment was not positive.

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The rest of the evening was a bit awkward, for the both of them. Miriam was embarrassed over how enjoyable and even exciting she had found it. She couldn't get the image out of her head, of Nicholas bent over, thrusting his bottom back to her, and the feel of her hand smacking his half-naked butt.

Nicholas was embarrassed over having been spanked, and even more so at developing an erection as a result. He found that so confusing, and disturbing.

Both of them though reversed course when they were alone, at night, in the privacy of their bedrooms. Miriam's pussy tingled with delight as she recalled the day's event, how embarrassed Nicholas had been, how cute he looked with his pants down, how sexy his bottom appeared thrusting out, dancing about, and how taut and tight it felt to her hand. She couldn't help but diddle herself, imagining that perhaps even more things happened, that maybe he even pulled his underwear down, that perhaps in the course of the spanking he developed an erection! She blushed in the darkness of the room thinking about that, his big hard penis thrusting out from his body, and then even going so far in her fantasy as to possibly, maybe, perhaps, grasping hold of his erection with her left hand as she spanked him with her right. She climaxed as that image swept through her mind.

It wasn't much different for Nicholas, who in fact imagined as well Miriam handling him while he was being spanked. Somebody had to deal with his erection. It was clearly better for her than for him. He imagined that she accidentally brushed her hand against it, while attempting to steady him. She had done that a few times on their dates, albeit always acting terribly embarrassed. He had pretended not to notice.

However, this time, in his fantasy, it was impossible to ignore. In fact, on the contrary, she took hold of it through his briefs, seemingly to help keep him still, but clearly also to feel, fondle, and stroke him, to the point that he exploded into his briefs, as he in real life exploded into a sock.

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Neither Miriam nor Nicholas could bring themselves to confess their mutual transgressions. It was such an embarrassing confession, to have masturbated the very night that Nicholas was punished for having masturbated.

But, of course, as time passed there was the mounting feeling of guilt over not admitting the failure. The cover-up, the denial, is at times considerably more egregious and problematic as the original transgression. It was clearly interfering with their comfort, their security, their sense of trust and faithfulness with one another.

Nicholas finally confessed. "Miriam, I want to tell you something."

"What? No, um," she quickly responded, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you." She wasn't at all sure what he was about to tell her, but she could tell that he felt bad about something. He had been acting kind of funny, kind of distant, for some time. She most definitely though wanted to get her confession out first.

"Really, well, um..." Nicholas considered letting her go first. Ladies should go first. But, he was also afraid that once her concern was aired he would be too reluctant to confess his failure. Before she could say anything further, he just blurted out, his eyes averted, "I masturbated again." He left out the fact that it happened the night he was spanked, thinking about her spanking him.

"Oh," Miriam softly replied. Well, that actually made it easier for her to admit, quietly, "So did I." She as well left out the specific details of the masturbation. It was good that it was at least about him, but he didn't really need to know that it involved her spanking him.

"Oh," was all that Nicholas could muster at first. He eventually asked, "What should we do now?"

There were plenty of good options, but none that would maintain their pledge of purity. "I'm not sure," Miriam admitted.

Nicholas cautiously, expectantly, suggested, "Perhaps another spanking?" His penis twitched within his pants at the thought.

Miriam though wasn't so sure. "Yes, well, maybe so....But," she added, "it wasn't like it worked that well the first time."

That was a pretty good point. Nicholas thought about it for a bit. "Well," he suggested, "perhaps we just weren't that strict enough."

"Do you think so?" Miriam asked, her pretty green eyes looking so innocently, so uncertain. They fluttered so adorably at Nicholas as she looked to him for help, for guidance.

"Well, yes," he replied. "They were rather timid and mild spankings. Maybe if they were a bit more significant?"

"Oh," Miriam again replied. She wasn't quite sure what he meant by "significant" nor whether she would consider it to be appropriate. Still, her father had done more than lift her skirt. He had spanked her right on her bare bottom. "I don't think I would be comfortable with my...my..." She lowered her voice..."my panties pulled down."

Nicholas could feel himself stiffening. "No, no, of course not. There shouldn't be any nudity. We can't see each other's bodies until, well...um, you know..." He now lowered his voice as well. "We get married."

Miriam smiled. They both knew that someday they would get married, but they rarely referred to it openly. It was nice to reassure each other that this was their intention. "Good," she agreed. "Because you know it's very important that we keep our pledge." 

"Oh, absolutely," Nicholas agreed. "I mean, that's precisely why we need to, well, you know, have the...punishment." His face flushed a bit. It still seemed odd to be involved in a spanking. It just seemed so childish.

"Okay then," Miriam agreed, albeit apprehensively. "How do we, um, make it more...significant?"

Nicholas didn't really know for sure. Frankly, when he had made the suggestion he was thinking that Miriam would have to pull her panties down. That was now clearly off the table. One thing for sure, he couldn't push this too far, nor frankly would he really want to. He now felt glad that Miriam had made it clear that underwear would remain on. Of course a part of him wanted to abandon the pledge, but a bigger and better part wanted to maintain their allegiance, their bond, their purity. It did mean a great deal to him that they adhere to their vow, and he cursed himself for momentarily slipping a bit down a very dangerous slope.

He suggested, "Well, let's say you have to be spanked in front of the bay window, so that if any neighbor happens to be walking by he, or she, will see you getting spanked. That certainly should be enough motivation to never do...you know...it, again."

"Nicholas Edwards Jones! I most certainly will not let you spank me in front of the neighbors! Are you serious?! What if my parents find out? Oh my goodness, are you crazy?!"

"I won't spank you for long. Nobody will probably see you. It's just the scariness of it, the risk."

It most definitely sounded very risky to do such a thing. Miriam's heart was racing with anxiety, and excitement. Yes it was risky, perhaps too risky, but they definitely had to try something new.

"Okay," she said, her reluctance clearly evident in her tone.

She got up from the couch and slowly made her way over to the large bay window. It was early evening now and she really couldn't see that well into the street. Anyone walking by though could very easily see her. She went right up to the window pane, pressed her face against it, wrapped her hands around her eyes to cut out as much light as possible, and peered into the darkness. She didn't think anyone was out there right now.

"Okay then," she said, pushing back away from the window to take her position, "let's get this over with."

She bent over from the waist, flipped her skirt up and over her bottom, and rested her hands on her knees, jutting her girlish little tush out behind her, for anyone and everyone who happened to be walking or driving by. Her face turned a dark beet red, the skin of her cheeks burning hot with shame. Goodness, imagine if her parents came home early! She urged Nicholas, "Hurry up, now!"

Nicholas would have liked to just sit there and admire the sight, but he didn't want to push things so far that she refused to continue. He got up from the couch and made his way over to stand just behind her and to her left.

He smiled and licked his upper lip as he admired Miriam's so very cute and vulnerable derriere. She was wearing just white cotton panties tonight, but that did not diminish their sexiness for him. If anything they made her appear more girlish, sweet, and innocent. And, they did have a little bit of flourish. The waistband and thigh trim were a pink lace; so very feminine and pretty. His cock swelled to full erection, not only at the lushness of the sight but at the realization that someday he would be able to pull these panties down. He wondered if perhaps they should get married fairly soon.

"Snuggles!" Miriam squealed with impatience, glancing to her right at the window, wondering if anyone had yet happened by.

Smack!

"Yip!" Miriam again squealed, but this time with considerably different affect.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh my goodness!" Miriam yelped, as her bottom wriggled and wiggled, instinctively trying to avoid the smacks.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Goodness Nicholas loved Miriam's bottom. It was just so adorable, so youthful, and so lively, dancing and prancing as he showered down the spanks.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You're so mean!" Miriam complained. "I hate you!"

But her complaints did not deter, daunt, or dissuade Nicholas.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He knew she wasn't really serious. She wanted to be spanked. This was her idea, and he wondered if in fact a part of her may actually be enjoying it.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"It stings, Nicky! It stings!"

He did wish he could help sooth her pain, kissing the hurt away, caressing her little hot pink tush until she whimpered and cooed with deep comfort and gratification. But, of course, that was not to be, not to be until, as the Chiffons said, that "one fine day" finally arrived.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Honey bunny, please! That's enough!"

Nicholas took his eyes briefly away from Miriam's bottom to see if he could see anyone outdoors. It really was too dark to tell, unless they happened to walk beneath the street light.

But, what a sight it would be: a pretty little coed bent over, her skirt tossed over her back, getting a big bad spanking on her white pantied bottom, all wriggling around, and right in front of the window, for everyone to see, as if that was their intention.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I'll be good, pumpkin! I promise. I won't masturbate again. Promise!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Nicholas' hand was stinging, as much as his cock was swelling, which was saying quite a bit.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Miriam's bottom was now wriggling and prancing like it was on fire. He had promised not to spank her as much as before, and that promise appeared to have been broken.

He suddenly stopped. "Okay, that's enough," he quietly announced, wistfully pondering Miriam's cute little tush, knowing that it would so very soon be out of sight, out of touch, perhaps never to be seen again for quite some time. He considered proposing marriage right now. He should perhaps at least give her bottom a little kiss. Her father had probably done that when he had finished spanking her. Daddies do that for their little girls, don't they?

Miriam quickly jerked to attention, her skirt falling down, her hands reaching back to clasp her butt, and then as quickly scurried away to get out of sight of the bay window, leaving Nicholas standing there on his own.

Once out of the sight of anyone in front of the house she turned around to face him, her hands still gently massaging her little perky hot bottom, to say, accusatively with a big pout on her face, "That wasn't very nice, Mr. Wiggles."

He never really understood that nickname, but apparently it had a special meaning for her, as it was the name she had given one of her favorite stuffed animals when she was a little girl.

Nicholas was equally surprised by her reaction. "But, you wanted it to be more significant."

"Yeah, I guess," she quietly acknowledged, still rubbing her bottom. Her mind drifting to the fact that she was also tingling in front as well, that another part of her also yearned for a massage, a bit of rubbing.

"I'm sorry," Nicholas acknowledged. Maybe he had been a bit too rough.

"Yeah, well, now it's your turn."

Nicholas glanced to his right. Now it was his turn to bend over, his pants down, exposed to the world. He didn't much care for the thought. But, he turned around, to face the other way, and began to undo his belt.

"No, no," said Miriam. "I have something else in mind for you."

Nicholas momentarily paused in the undoing of his belt. "What? What do you mean?"

"Being spanked in front of my parents' window is no real punishment for you. Heck, my neighbors probably won't even recognize you, and even if they did they won't call your parents. I would still be the one who got into trouble."

That was a good point. Nicholas asked, with some trepidation. "What did you have in mind?"

Miriam hadn't any idea minutes ago. But, an inspiration came to her as she was being spanked, the sight of her panties exposed to the eyes of Nicholas and anyone else who might have walked by. That had been really quite embarrassing, albeit a bit exciting as well. She asserted, "You have to put my panties on."

"What?! Are you kidding?! No way!" Nicholas asserted in his most authoritative voice, "I am not putting on girls' panties."

"It's only fair, Nicholas. You're the one who said it would have to be significantly more embarrassing and troubling. I suppose I could instead though use a belt or a ruler or something. That would definitely make it more significant."

Nicholas wondered what would be worse: to actually develop some painful welts or wear a pair of panties. Clearly the former would be a more lasting punishment, and perhaps even dangerous. Wearing panties would be quite temporary and, well, he would at least be feeling Miriam's panties close to his penis. His cock twitched at the thought, a reaction that surprised him. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Well, good!" Miriam replied, but was surprised at how quickly Nicholas had given in. Maybe she should have suggested something even more severe? It can't be like Nicholas would enjoy wearing her panties, could it?

Of course, what pair of her panties should she have him put on? An obvious choice would be her most girlish sexy panties, like the lace pink bikini panties? She giggled to herself at the thought of Nicholas wearing those. He would look so cute in them, and they would be so terribly tight, as well as sheer. That might though violate the agreement of no nudity and, besides, she didn't particularly like him knowing she had such panties, at least not right now.

She made the decision easy. "Okay then," she said, reaching with both hands under her skirt to take hold of the waistband of the panties she was wearing. These were girlish enough, and why provide him with a clean pair? She would make him wear a used pair.

Nicholas' cock swelled so hard at the sight of Miriam reaching beneath her skirt to pull down her panties. What boy doesn't get excited at seeing his girlfriend do that! Plus, this was the first time that she had ever done such a thing in front of him. Even though her skirt kept all the good parts hidden, he was still very, very pleased, realizing that now any quick, stiff breeze would reveal everything. Of course, there wasn't much of a chance of that happening in her parents' living room, but maybe she would eventually pick something up, or twirl around, or do something. He left the window to step up to her. 

Miriam's face reddened as she stepped out of her panties. It did feel a little awkward, to say the least, to be pulling her panties off in front of Nicholas, standing there now before him with nothing on beneath her skirt. She knew though that he would be a gentleman and would do nothing to take advantage of that fact. But, she did still feel rather vulnerable, if not exposed. And, she blushed further as she held out her white cotton panties for Nicholas to take from her hand, as if she was presenting them to him as a present.

Nicholas' hand trembled a bit as he took them.

They felt so warm, having been for so long tightly embracing her bottom and cunnie, and they were so soft, so feminine. He wondered what they might smell like. Would Miriam scent them with perfume? Would they be imbued with her own natural scent? He was so very curious, but he dared not check.

"Alright then, Mr. Chipmunk," Miriam instructed, "put them on." She knew that was a nickname he didn't really like. It wasn't terribly masculine, but somehow, at the moment, it seemed fitting.

"What? Now? Right now?"

"I'll turn around," Miriam offered, and so she did, turning her back to Nicholas, allowing him some privacy, as well as a little smile to crease her face. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she wondered what Nicholas might look in her panties.

Nicholas stood there for a bit. He glanced behind him, checking to see that he could not be seen through the window. It would be nice if she left the room. But, he knew she wouldn't turn around. He looked around the room beyond her, checking to see if there was anything with which she might be able to see his reflection, and then began to undo his pants.

This was already considerably worse than the last time, as he had to pull down both his pants and underwear. He pulled them both down at the same time, his swollen dick jumping out like an obscene pop-up greeting card. It looked terribly out of place amidst Mrs. Naomi's living room, sticking out in front of him.

Nicholas stepped out of his pants and underwear, stuck his underwear down into his pants so Miriam couldn't see them (it was a rather ratty old pair), and then spread open her panties to step into them.

He instantly appreciated that they would be much too small for him. "They're not going to fit," he suggested.

Miriam quietly giggled. "I know, silly boy. That's okay." She didn't add that being too small for him would make him look all the more cute. She wondered if he might even have an erection in them. Wouldn't that be adorable!

The leg holes were rather tight on his thighs, but Nicholas did manage to pull them up. He felt so, so silly. What had been terribly sexy on Miriam was altogether something different on him, nor did it help that the crown of his penis poked out over the waistband. They weren't big enough to fully cover him. He pushed his cock down to aim toward the left, getting the knob beneath the lacy waistband.




Partners in Purity



He had to admit though that the thought that these panties had very recently been hugging Miriam's buns and cunnie did provide them with some special sweet spice. He felt he could even detect her warmth. He now kind of wished that he had taken a little sniff. Who knows when he would get another chance. But, clearly too late now. He rubbed his dick through the soft warm cotton, smiling at the striking contrast between such feminine apparel and his jutting, thrusting cock.

"Are you ready?" Miriam asked. She was getting impatient. How long does it take for a guy to change into a pair of panties? It's not like they're built differently than his jockey briefs.

Nicholas turned his back to Miriam, covered his erection and balls with both hands, and said, reluctantly, quietly, "Yeah, yeah, I am."

Miriam quickly turned around and immediately burst out giggling, her little dimples naturally appearing.

"Miriam!" Nicholas complained. He hadn't laughed at her!

But, he just looked so comical, so silly, dressed in his finest feminine undies. They were indeed clearly too small for him. His butt crack was peeking out the top, as were the lower part of his white bottom cheeks. "Sorry, Nicholas, you just look so pretty in them."

"Shut up!" Nicholas complained.

"Oh don't be so sensitive," Miriam retorted. She didn't feel sorry for him. It was his suggestion to make the punishment more significant, and his considerable embarrassment was precisely the point. 

"I want to take a picture," she suddenly announced.

Miriam was always taking pictures, or at least it felt that way to Nicholas. He wondered if that was some sort of girl thing; to always want a picture of them wherever they went, whatever they did. He didn't mind it on occasion, but he didn't feel that he took a particularly good picture. He felt his smile was kind of uneven, kind of crooked, and certainly not natural. Miriam though had a really natural, pretty smile. She took a very nice picture. But, in any case, he was most definitely putting his foot down this time. He said clearly, strongly, and sternly, "Miriam, no way."

She wasn't surprised. He never seemed to like to have his picture taken. "Well then, turn around and let me see what the panties look like in front."

"No way!" He again firmly replied.

"I won't be able to see anything, pookie." She knew though that she would be able to see quite a bit. Her panties would be wrapped so tightly around his penis and testicles. It was pushing the limits of their pledge, but she just had to have a peek. He would look so cute!

It was clearly unacceptable for Miriam to see the front of him. Even without an erection he would have said no, but with the erection, well, it was just not possible. "Miriam, I can't."

"You can keep your hands there." She hoped that once he turned around, got used to it and relaxed a bit, then perhaps he might remove his hands.

Nicholas slowly turned around, his body almost as stiff with anxiety as his dick was with blood, albeit the anxiety was beginning to help with the latter problem. All the self-consciousness and embarrassment were slowly overcoming his excited arousal. However, once his eyes met Miriam's, it seemed as if he couldn't really tell how he felt. She was just so darned pretty, and the fact that he was standing there, in her underwear, well, he had to admit, it was kind of erotic, in a perverted sort of way, of course.

Miriam found it endearing how Nicky hid himself with his hands. Part of her didn't mind. Part of her preferred it that way. It made him look all the more adorable, more boyish. It was a clear, explicit expression of how exposed and embarrassed he felt.

"C'mon, snuggle bunny," she asked, giving him her most girlish, flirtatious look, "just take your hands away for a bit. I promise I won't look long."

"Really, Miriam, I can't. I really can't."

"Yes you can, snookie wookie. You just don't want to."

"No, really, Miriam. I, um...I...well..."

Miriam could see that something really was bothering him. "Nicky, what is it?" Was there something he had never told her before?

"It's that, well..." Nicholas' voice got very soft, and he looked away as he explained, "I have an...an erection."

"You have a boner?! Nicholas Edwards Jones, you have a boner?!" Miriam was shocked, appalled, and so very intrigued.

The blood was now pouring into his face, and it had to come from somewhere. His penis began to relax. He answered simply by nodding his head, albeit he would like to explain to her that it was an erection, not a boner.

"You got a boner just from wearing my panties?" Yes, he apparently did have a pretty big secret he had never told her before. Miriam wasn't sure how she felt about that. Her mother had once said that her husband would someday want her to do something she didn't like, that men can be rather gross and perverted when it came to sex, but she wouldn't have imagined this, at least not from Nicholas, albeit perhaps she should have seen it coming. He wasn't a particularly strong, athletic, or masculine boy.

"No, no!" Nicholas firmly denied. "Definitely not, not at all. I had it before I put them on."

Well, that was a relief, thought Miriam, but she then realized, "You got it from spanking me?!"

"What? No, no!" Nicholas again denied, but he didn't have much wiggle room there. It was either the panties or the spanking. Not much else had been going on.

Miriam didn't really mind that. She had found it rather exciting to be spanking him. It wasn't a surprise to her to discover that he had also found it exciting to be spanking her. But, she wasn't about to let Nicholas know that. "Well, you naughty, naughty, boy, you now most definitely deserve a very handsome spanking!" She asserted authoritatively, "You turn around right now and bend over."

"Yes'm," Nicholas quickly replied, frankly relieved that there wasn't going to be any further discussion of his erection, and why it came about.

Miriam didn't waste any time. She stepped right up to him and SMACK!

"Yips!" Nicholas howled and lurched forward, having to take his hands away from his crotch to grab hold of the back and arm of the chair in front of him to brace himself.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You're a very dirty boy, Nicholas Edward Jones, a very dirty and bad boy!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry!" Nicholas pleaded.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"I should tell your mother what you did, really I should."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Please no! No, don't do that!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

There was no real risk of that happening. Miriam had no interest in having his parents or her parents know what they were doing and, again, she wasn't actually upset about it. She just liked teasing Nicholas about it. He can be rather gullible at times, particularly when it came to the intentions or wishes of a girl.

"I just might, Nicholas," she said, a big smile on her face. "Getting boners while spanking a girl. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"It just happened, Miriam. I'm sorry, really I am. I'm very, very sorry!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Miriam was feeling rather excited herself, not wearing any panties as she spanked Nicholas wearing hers. She even shifted a bit more to his left, to get a better angle, but not to improve her spanking. It was to improve her line of vision to the bulge in the front of his panties, where she could now see the outline of Nicholas' knob pressing against the soft feminine cotton. Her eyes lit up, her cunnie tingled with excitement, and her spankings took on a new urgency.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Miriam!" Nicholas complained.

"Such a big bad boner!" She charged, her eyes fixed on it. It did indeed look awfully, awfully big. Her boyfriend had a really big one!

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Miriam, please! Not so hard!"

She suddenly stopped. She had been spanking him pretty hard. Plus, she knew she was crossing a line, staring at the outline of his erection.

Nicholas quickly grabbed the opportunity, and his butt, as he stood back up and stepped away from her, again keeping the front of the panties out of her line of vision.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

The last punishment did serve its purpose, for multiple reasons. Neither Nicholas nor Miriam wanted to risk further embarrassment. Their punishments had indeed been aversive, and if they needed further punishment then it would likely be even worse the third time. Yet, they also realized that despite the painful nature of the experience, the punishment was itself becoming part of the problem. They both found it terribly exciting. 

And so, with considerable difficulty, they both restrained themselves, at least for a while.

Nicholas' wet dreams returned. He grew to accept them as a necessary consequence of his pledge. He didn't feel terribly guilty about them as it was nothing that was intentional or willful. He did though take to stuffing a rag into his underwear when he went to bed. He got tired of having to surreptitiously wash his underwear so that his mother would not discover his difficulty.

Miriam and Nicholas once again became a model couple of purity, at least on the surface, albeit they kept to themselves the means with which it had been inspired, and, well, frankly, Nicholas did on occasion provide himself with some necessary relief.

It was impossible for him not to do so. His eyes would continually return to Miriam's butt. He always felt that she was pretty and attractive, but now he fully appreciated what a cute little tush she really did have, and how wonderful it was to gaze upon it, to admire it, to touch it, and to even spank it. His eyes naturally went to her soft elfish babyish bottom whenever the opportunity arose, recalling those two lovely evenings when it was dressed only in her panties, thrusting out behind her. It took all of his moral strength and resolve not to reach out and give her a little pat.

Many of his dreams became preoccupied with that particular part of Miriam's anatomy, the content of which did cause him some embarrassment, once the ejaculation resolved, his dick twitching as the image within his dream slowly washed away with the gushing of his cum.

Miriam's eyes were fixed more on the front, albeit a flood of warmth entered her cheeks whenever she did so. A girl does naturally wonder what her guy will look like, down there. She had come pretty close when peeking around his waist as he was bent over, in her panties, getting his spanking. It had looked so fiercely big! She would at times shiver with wonder, and even fear, just thinking of it.

But, time does pass and that one fine day did eventually arrive. It was perhaps a bit sooner than they had originally expected. Perhaps the denial, the frustration, the intense desire, impelled them to move the clock up.

Their parents were thrilled, and it had been a very lovely white wedding, albeit with considerable teasing and blushing, with most everyone knowing the young couple's pledge of purity and what would now likely happen that very evening, what they would soon discover.

Miriam and Nicholas were flying to Hawaii, for their honeymoon.

They felt like they could ride the clouds even without the jet.

"Do you really love me, snuffy?"

"Sweetie, I love you more than any man could possibly love a woman."

That didn't actually make any sense, but it nevertheless made Miriam very happy. "I know, Nicky. I just like hearing you say it." She snuggled up against him, resting a hand on his thigh, his strong masculine thigh. She whispered into his ear, "You know, Mr. Wiggles, I will make you very happy."

He looked into her eyes. "I don't think I could be any happier than I am now."

Miriam playfully rolled her eyes. "Now you stop flattering me like I'm some sort of school girl, Nicholas. Gracious me!" She did though enjoy the schmaltzy banter. She whispered again, "But, I do mean it. I will make you happy...you know." She lowered her voice even further, till he was just barely able to hear "....in that way."

Nicholas could feel his cock swelling, as it had done many, many, many times before, albeit previously with no hope of gratification. Now his dreams may in fact come true, and his cock awakened with an intense hope and optimism.

Of course, not all of his dreams would come true. Probably not even most of them, but enough so there would no longer be the need for any cold showers, no more wet dreams, no more aching blue balls, no more rags in his underwear at night. Nicholas leaned his head down and gave Miriam an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "I'm sure you will," he softly replied. He was most definitely sure of that.

Miriam could feel warmth generating within her loins, within her cunnie. She squeezed her thighs together and squirmed a bit in her seat. She looked up at him, "I'm not sure I can wait, chipmunk."

Nicholas chuckled. Is there anything more pleasing for a guy to hear than a girl anxious to get him into bed with her? He playfully squeezed the tip of Miriam's perky nose between his thumb and index finger. "It's a pretty long flight, dear. I think you're going to have to." He also reminded her, sounding very mature, as a husband should be, "We've waited for quite some time already, a few more hours won't hurt," albeit he did wonder if his testicles would in fact be pretty darned sore by the time the evening arrived.

He suddenly had the realization that there would be a pretty big risk of him ejaculating too quickly. He would hate that to happen, during their first time, on their wedding night. He wondered if perhaps he should first masturbate. That might give him more staying power once they started having sex.

Of course, he would have to find a time when he was alone, and would have sufficient privacy to jerk off. Perhaps he could do it on the plane? That might though be too weird. He wouldn't think the mile-high club included men masturbating. And, besides, that might also be too early to do any good.

"But, I don't want to wait," Miriam responded, purposely sounding like a spoiled pouting girl. She turned his argument back around, "I've waited much too long already. I don't see why I should have to wait another second." She gave him a victorious smile, as if her argument had no possible retort.

Nicholas though reminded her, "Uh, Miriam, like, you know, we're on a plane." He lowered his voice, "There are the other passengers."

Miriam slid her fingers onto the crotch of Nicholas' pants.

"Miriam!" Nicholas was shocked. He quickly glanced around.

"They don't have to know a thing about it," Miriam suggested. She explored, for the first time the crotch of Nick's pants, busily studying it like it was the first present of her birthday party.

"Miriam!" Nicholas again complained, but he didn't remove her hand. How could he possibly do that? He too had waited so long for that touch, he wasn't about to remove it. His eyes shot down and his cock as quickly swelled to full erection at the sight and feel of Miriam's fingers trying to find him, trying to feel him. He did though steal glances at the persons across the aisle.

Miriam was right, at least for the moment. They were alone together in two seats by the window. The persons across the aisle within the three middle seats appeared to be either intently watching the movie or playing a trivia game on the back of the seat in front of them.

"Mr. Wiggles," Miriam whispered, as she felt his penis swollen within his slacks. "I can actually feel it. Oh my..." She explored its full length, fascinated by how strikingly big it appeared to be, how stiff, how thick. She looked up at him with her large green girlish eyes, "I never imagined you'd be this big." Well, actually, she most definitely had imagined him being quite big, but she didn't share that fact with him. She didn't want him to realize that she had been thinking about his penis, that way.

Any hope of restraining himself, nor his young bride, was now abandoned. But, he did quietly correct her, "I'm not really that big, honey." She hadn't actually seen it yet and he hardly wanted her to have any unrealistic expectations.

"Oh honey bunny," Miriam replied, wrapping her fingers around the shaft as best she could through his slacks and boxers, "don't be so modest. I bet you have the biggest one on the plane."

It was an assessment that would likely go untested and, besides, it was clearly nothing more than lover's flattery, but Nicholas did not argue. He could be man enough to accept the compliment. Still, he did suggest, "Now, don't get your hopes up too big." 

"Bigger than this?" She gave him a playful squeeze.

"Miriam, please," Nicholas whispered. His ambivalence was returning. This was considerable fun; actually, more than just fun; it was clearly super fantastic. But, cooler heads should really prevail. Imagine getting arrested on one's honeymoon for indecent behavior on a flight. That might actually make national news, and he sorely doubted his parents, let alone hers, would appreciate it.

"Snuggle bunny," Miriam tried to reassure him, "nobody can see anything." She reached for his zipper and began to tug on it.

"Oh my gosh," Nicholas quietly exclaimed. Was she actually pulling his zipper down?! On the plane?!

That was indeed her intention but she wasn't having much success. "My goodness," she complained, "how do you manage to go to the bathroom!" She tugged and tugged but the zipper wouldn't come down.

"Sweetie, please," Nicholas repeated. How could someone not notice this? Nobody could see his crotch, as Miriam's body was blocking the view. Well, actually, anyone passing by in the aisle could see it, and her movements might draw some attention as well. 

Miriam though was not to be denied. She used both hands, one to hold the zipper still while the other pulled it down. The zipper now came down rather quickly, albeit it did make a rather telling sound.

They both glanced around to see if anyone noticed. However, the droning of the plane was apparently too loud for the sound of a zipper to draw any attention.

Miriam slipped her hand into Nicholas' pants, quickly finding the stout erection, now separated from her fingers by only the thin cotton of his boxers. It was almost like touching it for real. She could feel its every curve and ridge. She felt so excited, so naughty, so dirty. She was actually feeling a man's erect penis inside his pants! And, it was perfectly alright, for now they were married. She could enjoy the feel of her man's erection any time she now wanted. She carefully explored each inch.

Nicholas was ecstatic. He had been avoiding (as much as he could) using even his own hand on his cock, and was now leaping from anyone rarely touching it to having a girl's hand crawling all over it. Patience was indeed a virtue, as he never felt anything better in his life.

"I have to see him," Miriam suddenly asserted.

"What?!" Now, that was most definitely going too far. His wife was turning out to be quite the little scamp. Mind you, that was not a disappointment to Nicholas, not by any means. But, it was a trait that could prove to be a bit indelicate, if not outright foolish.

As soon as she said it Miriam realized the gravity of such a suggestion. But, it wasn't like she would have to do anything with it. Certainly not on the plane. She just wanted to see what it looked like. She just wanted a little peek.

Miriam did not wait for Nicholas' permission. She burrowed around inside his pants like a squirrel digging for prized nuts. But it wasn't Nicholas' nuts that Miriam sought. She was looking for much a bigger, prouder, and bolder cut of meat. She searched and probed for the opening into her husband's boxers, and when she finally found it she captured her prize and wrenched it from its shelter into the open air.




Partners in Purity



"Oh my goodness!" Miriam exclaimed, and immediately let go of it, as if she had unwittingly grasped a deadly poisonous snake from its den. Both hands went to her mouth in shocked surprise. Of course she had already obtained a good estimate of its size, and she had a very good expectation of its likely appearance, but when seen in its true flesh, jutting out so proudly from his slacks: the stout stiff shaft, the big round bulbous swollen purple knob, the dark slit cutting down the middle. It was just, frankly, well, overwhelming.

Her husband was most definitely a big, strong man. She had no doubt of that now. Yes, she had always felt that he wasn't a particularly strong or athletic sort of guy. He was more cute than handsome, with a physique that was more boyish than masculine, more thin than muscular. But, he did appear to be a boy with a man's cock.

"Miriam!" Nicholas quickly exclaimed, grabbing the thin airline blanket from Miriam's lap to cover himself up.

Miriam's fearful shock turned instantly to frustrated desire. "No, no," she complained, "I gotta see him, really I must."

"Shhhhhh," Nicholas warned her. "Miriam, what if a stewardess walked by? Are you crazy?"

Perhaps she was, just a bit. But, she was also very proud of her husband. Perhaps everybody should see how big and mighty was Nicky's stiff manliness. Of course, she knew that was not really the best possible idea, but most brides are so terribly proud of their husbands. They do want to show them off. They are certainly not ashamed of them. "Can I just see him, just for a bit, pumpkin?" She whispered to him, "We're married now, you know. I can see him all the time now."

"Not anywhere you might please." He further suggested, with a teasing smile, "You're asking for a spanking, young lady."

Miriam smiled flirtatiously in response. "Mmmmm, really? Am I being a naughty bride, Mr. Wiggles?"

"Yes, dear," he replied in his most paternal, authoritative voice. "A very, very naughty bride."

"Well, then, I guess you will have to give me a spanking," she teased, reaching beneath the blanket. She smiled up at him as her fingers again wrapped around his dick, "and maybe this time on my bared naked bottom," her face reddening as she said so.

Nicholas knew he shouldn't let her do this, but what man can deny his bride her little pleasures. Still, she was taking a pretty big risk with his dick. As he slowly pulled the blanket away he kept his eye out for any untoward witnesses.

Miriam's eyes widened with delight as Nick's cock became undraped. She took a deep breath as it came back into full view.

A man had a good reason to be proud of his dick, particularly when it was in this state: so stiff, so tall, so bold and imposing, like a majestic club, crowned by a big red shiny crown.

Miriam squeezed her little fingers gingerly around the shaft. She never felt a stronger muscle. "Oh my," she sighed, and then whispered, "I guess I will have to call you my stallion rather than my chipmunk." She leaned her head against his chest as she admired her husband's manliness. 

She began to stroke him, but very tentatively, very gently, very softly, as she would a big scary dog that might suddenly leap forth and attack her. But she was nevertheless so attracted to it. Its power and danger were perhaps part of its appeal, its wonder.

Nicholas momentarily took his eyes away from their perimeter to savor the sight of his young wife's feminine fingers stroking his cock, and the vision became forevermore seared into memory, as it just seemed so right and so perfect, and felt even better.

Miriam had to get a closer look herself. As Nicholas held the blanket up she leaned in, finding the sense of power and boldness to grow as her eyes approached closer and closer. The head was just so swollen, so inflamed.

"Ding!"

The seatbelt light had come on, and Miriam suddenly jerked away, coming to her senses.

A stewardess was walking down the aisle to check on whether everyone had their seatbelts fastened. 

Nicholas scrambled to get his stiff dick back into his pants.

Miriam watched with nervousness, and at least some disappointment. Well, she would be able to see it tonight, and then for as long as she wanted.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Nicholas was so glad when their plane finally landed. It had been such a long flight, albeit at one point terribly exciting, almost climactically so. However, for the rest of the trip Nicholas kept getting erections. It was like their initial date, when he at first harbored the fantasy of actually getting somewhere. Tonight he would most definitely get somewhere, in fact all the way there, and he couldn't distract himself from the anticipation, his thoughts continually returning to what his wife might look like naked, what her boobs might feel like, how his dick would feel stuffed up deep into her tight, wet, little pussy.

It didn't help that Miriam had teased him so explicitly. He continually harbored the fantasy that she might want to play with it again, on the plane. He even made sure that the bulge in his pants was noticeable, but Miriam wasn't taking the hint. He wondered if he should just take it out, but that was not what a decent husband probably should do during a flight, with his bride.

Miriam was so much in love, but equally worried about how lewdly she had been earlier. She wondered if Nicholas was appalled over her behavior. He had made his objections clearly known but she hadn't listened. He had married a good girl, a chaste girl, a proper girl. He had not married a girl that masturbated him in public. What had she been thinking?! And, now he kept getting erections, which she suspected he found terribly embarrassing. She certainly did. She had to keep averting her eyes. She felt so flustered, so confused. She removed the SkyMall magazine from the seat pocket and pretended to be looking for things she might want to buy.

Nicholas lost his erection as the plane arrived in Hawaii. However, it quickly returned as she reached out to take his hand as they headed to baggage claim. He felt like such a lucky man. He would imagine so many of the men being so jealous, admiring his wife's young fresh body as they strolled through the airport, her hips swaying, her bottom waving back and forth.

His dick swelled further as they retrieved their luggage, and Miriam bent over to get something out of her bag.

He just couldn't help himself and he gave her soft round girlish tush a few affectionate pats. How much longer was he expected to restrain himself? A husband has the right to express his affection, doesn't he?

"Nicholas!" Miriam protested. "Everybody is watching," she claimed.

Nicholas looked around. He didn't notice anyone noticing them at the moment, but he didn't press the point. He did though press the palm of his hand against Miriam's butt, briefly. He couldn't wait to actually see it.

His erection returned once again when they entered their bungalow, his eyes considering their bed, the bed which they would share that evening, together. He was actually going to go to bed with a girl, with her.

Miriam blushed as she eyed the bed.

Nicholas had difficulty suppressing a smile, and was inspired to suggest, "Well, shall you receive your spanking now?"

"What?"

"You can have it later, but I suspect you would want to get it over with."

"Mr. Wiggles," Miriam protested, slapping his arm.

"I warned you, sweetie," Nicholas replied, smiling playfully, "and you were being a very bad girl." He wasn't too sure she would go through with it, but he could pretend he was just joking if she became offended.

Miriam thought about it for a second. She had baited him, and it did sound kind of fun. Getting a spanking wasn't what most brides would expect to receive within their honeymoon suite, at least not as soon as they arrived, but spanking had been a not insignificant part of their relationship. She in fact felt rather flattered that Nicholas wanted to spank her as soon as they were alone in their room. "Well, I guess I was..." she softly acknowledged. "Okay then," smiling back at him and making her way over to the bed.

Her eyes fixed on the bed, their bed, the bed she would now be sharing with her husband. Her face flushed with embarrassment and her heart fluttered with excitement. She was just so thrilled to be married to such a wonderful man.

When she got to the bed she kept her back to Nicholas as she undid her belt, button, and pulled down the zipper of her slacks. She pulled the slacks all the way down to her ankles, purposely jutting her bottom out to her husband as she did so.

She was wearing sheer apricot lace panties, with a two inch lace frill around the waistband and leg holes. These were the panties that she had been wearing under her wedding dress. She considered changing out of them when she put on her more casual traveling clothes but she opted in the end to keep them on. They made her feel pretty and, besides, now that she was married who knew when her husband might want to see her panties. Clearly he wasn't going to wait until this evening. She stuck her bottom out for a while, letting Nicholas consider them.

Nicholas was indeed deeply admiring them, but his thoughts were more with respect to her tushy rather than her panties. It was so small, so round, so perky. He considered doing more than just spanking her. Being married he could now do so much more.

Miriam eventually stepped out of her slacks and climbed onto the bed, getting onto her elbows and knees, resting her face on her hands, raising her bottom up in the air, presenting it for her husband's consideration, and use. Her cunnie was literally tingling with excitement.

Nicholas stepped up to his wife's upraised derriere, imagining all the different things he could do with it: caressing it, fondling it, sliding his hard dick up and down its soft round curves, opening up her cheeks and squeezing them back together around his dick, like a big puka dog, eventually stuffed with his thick white cream.

Miriam's ankles and bottom were sticking out over the edge of the bed. Nicholas positioned his own legs on either side of hers and reached for her panties. He now did finally admire the panties themselves. It was almost a shame to pull them down as they were so darned fetching. Could a girl actually look more attractive with her panties on? Well, probably not, at least not a girl with such a firm petite tush as Miriam.

It was like Christmas as a little boy, opening his first present under the tree. He knew what was wrapped within, as had often been the case on Christmas, but only did so in the abstract. The concrete reality of the actual buried treasure had always been so intensely wondrous, and now much more so than any present he had ever received in the past, which was really saying a lot, given the urgency and intense joy with which he had opened his Christmas presents.

"Oooooooh," Miriam whimpered, covering her face with her hands, as she felt her husband slip his fingers over the waistband of her panties. She buried her face in the bed as she felt them being pulled down, this time for real.

Nicholas' cock twitched within his pants as Miriam's naked butt slowly came into view: the pale white skin, the little round curves, the inviting crack down the middle. He couldn't believe it: he was actually feasting his eyes on Miriam's naked bare derriere, a moment he had treasured for so long.

And, he wasn't disappointed, to say the least. Miriam had a bottom like a little girl. It was just so cute, innocent, and perky, yet also terribly alluring and provocative. He wondered if Miriam appreciated how sexy she looked, from behind.

Miriam was feeling terribly embarrassed. Nicholas must be looking right at her naked butt!

She wondered precisely what he could see. He wouldn't be able to see her anus, would he? Her legs weren't at all spread, so neither would be her butt cheeks. Still, she clenched her sphincter and cheeks just in case, as if that somehow might help to keep it hidden, or at least it was just an expression of her self-consciousness, back there.

She was though actually rather proud of her bottom. She found her breasts to be rather small, and she was a bit self-conscious about her smile. She so wished that she had followed her mother's advice and got braces as a girl. In any case, she knew that petiteness was rather attractive with respect to a girl's bottom. Still, she wasn't at all used to showing it off so openly, so intensely, so intimately.

Nicholas' eyes fixed on the sight of Miriam's anus at it appeared with the passing of her panties. 'Oh my goodness,' he thought. It was just so dirty, so naughty, and so pretty. He would never have thought that a girl's butt hole would be so attractive, so alluring, but there it was and his balls churned with excitement. It was so curly and pink, and so very personal, private, and intimate. A girl doesn't show her anus to any guy, and yet here she was, displaying, perhaps even offering, her butt hole to him.

He considered giving it a kiss. That would certainly be very affectionate. Only a guy truly in love would do that. But, perhaps he shouldn't. He didn't know. It's not like there is some sort of manual or guidebook on what you should and shouldn't do the first time, and it wasn't like they had sat down and specified what was acceptable, and what was not. Kissing her anus could very well be on the forbidden list.

He wondered though if someday Miriam might let him stick his cock in there. Not likely, and that would be okay. He wasn't too sure he would really want to do that anyway. Goodness, he would have to clean his cock off afterward, wouldn't he? His dick though swelled as he contemplated it. Not too many guys probably get to do that!

Nicholas leaned down to plant a kiss on her right butt cheek. He didn't have enough nerve to kiss her on that very personal spot, at least not yet.

"Nicholas!" Miriam complained, but not really. She did find it quite surprising, and rather odd, for Nicholas to kiss her there. But, it was also nicely playful and affectionate. It certainly wasn't particularly dirty. It wasn't like he had kissed her anus. Now, that would have been truly disgusting! She pushed that thought out of her mind, cursing herself for even imagining that he would do such a thing.

Nicholas inched her panties down even further, down passed another crack, an even more enticing one: Miriam's feminine slit. His eyes widened with wonder, his mouth watered with lust. He licked his upper lip. His eyes were now just inches from Miriam's cunt, and it was just fucking adorable: just a little white pouch, covered with a delicate soft down, split down the middle by a simple little slit, peeking out at him from between her virginal white thighs.

"Oooooooooh," Miriam whimpered, finding the whole thing now so dirty, even obscene. It was like she was posing for him in a very, very lewd and licentious manner, like some slut or porno actress. It was certainly acceptable. She was still being pure, as they were now married, but she most definitely wasn't feeling particularly pure.

Miriam wondered if Nicholas could actually see her cunnie. Can a guy see it from there? Even when her thighs are closed? She did wonder why he was looking so long. The silence was deafening 

Miriam finally had to say something; she was feeling so uncomfortable, so much under the microscope. Nicholas had been studying her butt for so long. "What are you looking at?" It was a rather stupid question, but she just had to break the silence and find out what he was up to.

"What? Nothing." His answer was perhaps dumber than her question, but he couldn't really tell her the truth, that he was staring at her cunt, and at her butt hole.

"Does it look too big? I can go on a diet."

"You have such a cute little bottom, Miriam." He surprised himself at how openly he talked about it. He would compliment her on her looks, but never about her breasts or bottom. But, it did seem like the appropriate comment to make at the moment. He did at least not comment on her pussy or butt hole. He doubted that she would have liked that.

"Shut up!" Miriam complained, but she did like it. She squirmed her bottom around a bit, like she would shuffle her feet self-consciously while standing on a stage, being inspected by a set of judges.

Nicholas liked the squirming. It provided him with different peeks. Plus, it looked like she was trying to entice him, like she was actually flirting with him with her butt. Actually, maybe she was! He wouldn't think Miriam though would be that openly, willfully provocative.

He leaned forward and gave her tush another big kiss.

"Pookie! Stop that!" But, she was giggling as she said so.

Nicholas pulled back. It was time for the spanking. He asked, "Are you ready?"

Frankly, it might have been better not to have asked her. It's sometimes best to be pushed into the cold lake without any warning, as her father would at times do, rather than know in advance what dread was about to happen.

Nicholas raised his arm. It was perhaps a shame to spank such a precious little derriere, but she did deserve it.

"Nicky!" Miriam again complained, not being able to stand the suspense. She wiggled her bottom at him in frustration, as if she was baiting him to give her a good smack.

Smack!

"Yipes!" Miriam squealed. She had known it was coming but was still shocked by its arrival. She covered her face with her hands and stifled a giggle through a big, hidden smile. 

Smack! Smack!

"You stop that now!" she pretended to complain.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Mr. Wiggles, you're so mean!" She cried out, squirming and wriggling her bottom as if she was trying to avoid the smacks, yet more so to playfully entice him. It was something that a dirty, slutty girl might do, but she could pretend that it was for a different reason.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh my goodness, Nicky, that stings!" She knew that her mother probably would not approve of this little game, and neither would even her friends, but it wasn't really their business. They would never have to know. All she knew was that she was having fun on her honeymoon, getting her little naked bottom all spanked.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You're being a very bad husband, Nicholas Edward Jones!"

Nicholas just smiled, knowing that she was just playing along.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Spanking Miriam on her bare butt was just so much more fun than through her panties. He loved how her cheeks wriggled and shook, like a bowl of firm Jell-O. Her white firm round soft cheeks were getting pinker and pinker and pinker, like juicy fruit ripening right before his eyes.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Miriam could feel her cunnie get ripe as well, becoming so warm and moist. She certainly hoped that Nicholas wouldn't notice that! What kind of a bride gets sexually aroused by a spanking!? Certainly not a good girl like her.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Nicholas' eyes though were fixed on her reddening rump. He was making sure that he was covering every inch of her bottom, trying to provide her with a consistent, even, pink sheen. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He knew he just had to have her now. He stopped spanking and reached for the zipper of his pants. It was perhaps a rather odd manner for the first time they would have sex, bent over the bed, after a hard spanking, but he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled down his zipper to extract his rock hard cock.

As soon as Miriam heard Nicholas' zipper come down she scampered on her hands and knees across to the other side of the bed, her apricot panties tangled around her ankles, escaping his attempt to mount her from behind. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed, realizing what her hubby was about to do. "No, no," she scolded him. "Not yet. You have to wait for tonight." The spanking was nice foreplay, to say the least, but she did want to first have a romantic dinner, and most definitely wanted to shower and be as pretty and fresh as possible for the first time. After a long flight one felt far from fresh.