I was glad when dinner was served to be able to hide most of my body from their prying eyes that made me feel naked. After dinner the men gathered to smoke cuban cigars and sip brandy so I joined the women. We kind of quizzed each other and I felt an instant kinship with Meg and Trish since like me they had come from a middle income family and had gone to public schools while Audrey and Buffy had gone to private schools and acted superior. They seemed appalled as we giggled over the beer parties we had gone to in high school. The men had pulled chairs around our coffee table and I noticed Gary's snifter was empty so I went over to him to see if he wanted more. I was shocked and embarrassed when he said, "Sure Honey. Just bring over the bottle." while sliding his hand under my dress to pat my bare bottom. I hurried off blushing to get the bottle which I leaned over and put on the table out of his reach. I went back to the women only to blush more when Audrey said with a note of disgust. "You should wear panties with that dress. When you bent over I could see your pussy." I suddenly realized in my agitation I had forgotten to bend my knees. Buffy made it worse by saying, "You shouldn't let him pat your bare ass in public. That is demeaning." I didn't know what to say. Meg saved me by saying, "I have to go to the bathroom. Why don't you show me where it is." x At the bathroom she said, "Are you sure you want to marry Gary? You must know by now what a control freak he is. I bet he picked out that dress just so he could embarrass you by reaching under it." I was angry at Gary for embarrassing me but I ended up defending him. "He picked out the dress because he thinks I have a good figure and wants me to show it off so he can be proud and he loves my butt. He pats it a lot. I'll ask him to do it only when we are alone." "You may ask but he'll do what he wants. I knew his first wife. He made her life hell. He won't be satisfied until you are his total slave." That was news to me. I had never thought to ask if he had been married before and he had never mentioned it. "I didn't know I was to be his second wife. Did he divorce her?" "No. She was mysteriously killed when she fell off a cliff. I wouldn't be surprised if he had pushed her." "You can't be serious. He has never done anything mean to me." "Well she could be a little bitchy but don't be surprised if those pats on your butt turn into spanks." I didn't tell her that had already happened because up to then I considered it just part of the sex. We went back to the party. The women had joined the men and shortly after that they went home. When we were alone I said, "Please don't pat my butt in public. It embarrasses me." I expected an apology but he just said, "Come on. It didn't hurt you and it made the guys jealous of me. I like that." Maybe I should have pursued it and demanded an apology but then he went to his knees to pull up my skirt to lick my pussy. It felt so good it seemed to more than make up for the embarrassment. The next day I told him I was meeting Meg and Trish to go shopping. He said, "Okay. Here is a hundred dollars for lunch and whatever but don't buy any clothes. I buy your clothes." We had a good time trying on clothes and looking at jewelry but I didn't buy anything. Finally Meg picked out a blouse and said, "You should buy this. the color is perfect for you and it is cut low enough to please Gary." I said, "I don't think so." although I did like it. When she kept insisting I finally admitted, "Gary wants to buy all my clothes." She said triumphantly, "I told you he would demand control. With his taste you will soon be looking like a hooker. Has he thrown away your old clothes?" "No. Well he did throw away my old underwear but it wasn't as pretty as the stuff he bought for me. I gave my old clothes to Goodwill since they were cheap." Well before long you probably won't get to wear underwear and will be like his first wife moving very carefully to keep from flashing her boobs and ass in the micro-skirts and half shirts he likes. Come to think of it he already has you not wearing underwear. Remember the party?" "No that was special. That dress showed bulges from underwear. I am wearing underwear now." "Prove it." I looked around to see no-one was near and briefly jerked up my skirt to show my pretty blue underwear. "Well I guess that is underwear although all it hides is your slit. Has he hurt you yet?" "No. He has been wonderful. He is fantastic in bed. He gave me my first multiple orgasms and he apologized for patting my ass at the party." I had decided the fact he had licked my pussy was an apology since he had told me he didn't like doing it and it would be a special reward. She said thoughtfully, Well maybe he has changed or else you just aren't giving him an excuse." I didn't reply although I hadn't given him an excuse. She spotted a blouse she wanted and the matter was dropped. A few days later he got an excuse. I had been shopping and going to the health club so much I had neglected my dusting. He came home happy since he had won a trophy playing golf but when he started to put it on the mantle he noticed the dust. I could hardly believe his reaction. He got red in the face and yelled, "Why in the hell is this mantle filthy. I won't live in filth!" He frightened me and I ran to get the dust rag. I was so nervous I accidentally knocked a vase off the mantel. It landed on the padded rug and was not broken but he had a fit. "You clumsy bitch! That vase is valuable and has been in my family for generations!" I picked it up carefully and held it out to him saying nervously. "It's alright. It isn't cracked or anything. I'm sorry." He calmed down but then said, "Sorry doesn't make it. You were lucky it landed on the rug. If it had hit the hearth it would be in a million pieces. You have been a naughty girl, Laura and naughty girls are spanked." God it was just as Meg had predicted. I whined, "No. You can't. I won't let you. I'll call the police." "Fine. If you won't let me discipline you when you are wrong you can just get out." He dragged me through the front door and locked it. I was just wearing my little lace teddie that made me seem more than naked. I sat on the step crying desolate at the thought of being out there with no money or any place to go. I began to think I was stupid. I had not run away from home when Dad spanked me and that had just been a shitty trailer house. I timidly knocked on the door and when he answered it I said, "You are right. It was all my fault. If I had dusted like I should have this wouldn't have happened. I deserve to be spanked." He just said, "Good for you. I am glad you have come to your senses." and held the door open. He decided to add more humiliation. Although the teddie bared my ass completely he had me take it off to be spanked totally naked. As I took it off I watched him slide the belt out of his pants. I sobbed realizing he looked just like my Dad doing it and those spankings had been done on my clothes which still hurt. I couldn't imagine how it would feel on naked skin. When I was naked he told me to go over to the back of the couch. This was also like Dad. I leaned over it to grip the seat cushions. That was not what he wanted. He pulled me back so my arms were folded on the top of the couch and I rested my head on them. He seemed to want the preparations to last. He pushed down on my back to make my ass tilt up then pulled my legs apart. I realized my pussy was exposed when he cupped it in his hand and said, "Are you ready? Would it be easier for you if you were tied?" The idea of being tied and helpless really scared me. I sobbed "No. Don't tie me. I am ready." He stepped to my side and I heard a "Whap!" followed instantly by a sharp sting on my butt cheeks. I raised my head to gasp at the pain and he waited until I let it back down on my arms before the second and then the third. On the fourth I found it was not just my butt that would suffer. He moved closer and when the "Whap!" and sting hit my butt it was instantaneously followed by a sting on my stomach just above my pussy when the tip came around. Then he made it circle my thighs before going up again and began to hit faster so new stings blended in with the old. I don't know how many times he hit me I was in too much agony to count but the last one made me jerk upright and scream when the tip dug in to my slit. Then he did an amazing thing. He hugged me and said almost in tears, "I am sorry I had to hurt you. I love you. Please don't make me hurt you again." He picked me up and carried me to bed then got some soothing lotion he caressed on all my red places. He continued to apologize and although I had been the one hurt I began to feel guilty for causing him so much anguish. I caressed his head and said, "It's alright. I'll try to be better." I was exhausted from the spanking and fell to sleep while enjoying the caresses of his lotion filled hands. I woke up early and went to the bathroom to see how much damage had been done to my body in the mirrored wall. I could hardly believe it. I couldn't find even a small bruise. No-one would believe the agony I suffered. Even my Dad's spanking on my clothes had left bruises. Later on I remembered my Dad had hit the same place over and over with his thick cowboy belt. Gary had hit all over with a dress belt. I slipped back into bed but he woke up and said, "Are you alright?" I said, "I am fine. There isn't any bruises." He said, "Good. I am glad you weren't hurt." and went back to sleep. But I was hurt. At the time it seemed pure agony. I began to wonder if I had exaggerated the pain somehow. I fell back asleep while still wondering. I woke up to a pleasant feeling then found I was lying on my back with my legs spread and he was licking the lips of my pussy. I caressed his head letting him know I was awake and he spread the lips with his thumbs to let his tongue flutter on my clit. I was instantly excited and took my hand off his head to join my other one to pull and pinch my nipples. I was already in orgasms when he slid up my body to fuck me while I kissed him greedily. When he came and laid on me breathing deeply as his penis slowly softened inside me the memory of the pain receded and I thought if this was the reward for enduring a spanking it was well worth it. He was nice to me all the next week he even gave me a credit card with the reminder I was not to spend more than a thousand per month. I must have convinced him I would be submissive because he said we would fly to Vegas on the weekend to be married. We would have a honey moon in the caribbean when he finished a big case he was working on.