They came to the decision together, and they agreed to keep it a secret. Making the choice not to tell was easy, but actually not telling was much harder. This was a big deal, after all, but they'd agreed- nobody could know. If the wrong person found out .. well, it could spell disaster.
They'd decided to elope. Nobody in their family even knew they were considering making it official this soon. Anytime it came up in conversation, they assured people they weren't making plans yet.
As much as they loved their own and each others' families, they wanted a day that would truly be just about the two of them. A day where they had no worries besides the other's desires. No rushing around to be in the right place at the right time, posing for stalking camera men, being hugged and kissed and poked by countless relatives ... no, this would be just for them.
They were married at a small bed and breakfast in a quaint little New England town. They spent a week there, then honeymooned in Jamaica for a week. To break the news to their parents, they sent postcards from Jamaica, signed The Newlyweds.
The first two weeks of marriage were dream-like. They spent most of the first week in bed, making love, giggling, and talking. They didn't see much outside of the bed and breakfast, aside from a few local restaraunts. When Jamaica, they spent their days in the warm, sparkling water or stretched out in the white sand. Their nights were filled with music, dancing, and lots of sex. One night in the dance club at the resort, he pulled her close, his mouth next to her ear. He told her to go to their room and wait for him, that he would be with her shortly. What followed was the hottest sex they'd ever had. One morning in the dining hall, he slipped his hand up her skirt and teased her until she was moaning softly, begging him to stop before someone noticed.
They were having an amazing time. About halfway through the week, they met a couple around the same age at dinner. After talking for a while, they decided to go watch the comedy show together in the lounge.
Ally and her new friend Leah needed to go to the bathroom so they got up together and made their way to the door. There wasn't a bathroom inside the lounge, so they needed to go outside and down the hall a little ways. Well, once they'd gone to the bathroom and come back out, Leah noticed how pretty the stars looked in the dark sky.
"We should go down by the beach, look how beautiful the ocean is. I want to put my feet in," she giggled, taking off toward the sand and water.
Ally followed, ditching her shoes once she reached the beach. She liked to feel the sand beneath her toes.
They walked up to the water, lifting their dresses so they could wade just a little deeper.
Suddenly they heard voices, yelling for them to get out of the water. Moments later they could see resort employees rushing toward the water, still shouting. Close behind were their men, heading straight for them.
The girls came out of the water and headed back up the beach toward the approaching group. Their faces flushed as the employees told them they were not allowed to swim at night, and warned them how dangerous it was.
Leah's boyfriend wrapped his arm around her shoulders, laughing a little.
Stealing a glance at Jake, Ally's hopes were dashed at the disappointment in his eyes.
When Leah and her boyfriend headed back toward the lounge, Jake said, "Maybe we'll see you guys around tomorrow. Ally and I are going to turn in now."
Ally felt like a boulder was sitting in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to say something as they walked in silence back to their room, but she couldn't find the words.
Finally, he said something. "Were you even thinking about how dangerous that was?"
She just shook her head.
"I want to hear you answer me," he told her, unlocking the door and holding it open for her. He followed her inside and closed it behind them.
"No sir," she replied softly.
"It sure doesn't seem like you were."
"We didn't go in very deep, though..."
He cut her off. "There are signs up all over the place, stating there is no swimming after dark. No swimming when there are no lifeguards. It's resort policy for a reason." his voice was stern, and he was looking at her with that look. Like he might ...
No, he can't! It's our honeymoon! She thought to herself. Better start talking... "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so careless, I just got caught up in the beauty and excitement of everything. I'm really sorry, babe." she sounded pretty contrite.
"If we didn't see those guys running toward the beach yelling, I would never have known you were down there. We thought you were in the bathroom!" he continued. He wanted to forgive her. It was their honeymoon afterall. But that was no excuse for behaving like a child. He was her husband now, it was his duty to lead her, and that included correcting her when necessary.
She hung her head. "I know, sir...I really am sorry. I didn't think of it that way. I just love the ocean, and the sand, and I didn't think it would be so bad if I waded in just a little.." she pleaded. She could tell by the look in his eye that he was going to spank her, and the knots in her tummy tightened a little.
He sat on the bed, and motioned for her to get over his lap.
"Nooo," she whined, stomping her foot a little. This was just going to ruin everything! She didn't want to get punished, not on their honeymoon! Her chest felt tight and tears stung the corner of her eyes.
His eyes flashed and suddenly they were steely, determined. When he spoke, his voice was even and controlled. "Get over my lap right now, little girl. If I have to put you there myself, I'll smack your legs."
She moved slowly, but positioned herself over his lap. Her upper body rested on the bed, her bottom presented to him perfectly. She whimpered as she felt his leg clamp over hers, locking her in place. "Please don't spank me on our honeymoon!" she begged.
"I will spank you anytime I see fit," he told her firmly, and began swatting her. He graciously started over her dress, but it was too thin to offer any real protection. After a minute or so, he pulled it up to reveal her cheeks. "I am your husband now, and it is my responsibility to take care of you, and to protect you. That means knowing where you are and what you are doing, doesn't it?"
"Yes sir," she cried out.
"That doesn't mean tell me you're going to the bathroom, then decide you're going to do something else and not let me know what that is. Do you understand me?" he demanded, giving some attention to her sit spot.
She yelped her confimation.
"Good," he told her, pausing to rub and squeeze her backside. "This isn't going to happen again, is it young lady?"
"No sir!"
He released her legs, and helped her to her feet. "Then we're done. Come on over here and give me a hug," he pulled her close to his chest, stroking her hair and neck. "I'm sorry I had to punish you. I hope we can finish out the week without any more trouble."
"Yes sir," she murmured, lifting her face for a kiss.
