The Nature of Women

By Jonathan Quincy Graves

“Oh Jeff, I was so close.  If only you’d held off a little longer,” Kathy said, stroking the back of her new husband’s neck as he slowly came down from one of the best orgasms he’d ever experienced.  He was still insider her, but they both felt his member wilting.

It was their wedding night, and while they had done a lot of heavy petting in the past, and even some oral sex in recent months, Kathy saved the big event until after marriage.

“I’m sorry, Kath, I thought you were going to make it, and I just couldn’t hold out any longer.  Sorry.”

“I understand, Jeff, but it doesn’t bode well for our marriage together if you cannot last long enough to bring me to orgasm with that big tool of yours.  That is one of a husband’s most important duties, don’tcha know?”

“I know, darlin, and I’ll do better next time.”

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why do you think you’ll do better next time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you didn’t mean to leave me unsatisfied this time, did you?”

“No, of course not.”

“And you said yourself that you couldn’t hold out any longer, right?”

“Yes, but…”

“So, what will help you last longer next time?  Long enough to satisfy us both?”

“I don’t know.  I just will, I guess.”

“That won’t do it, Jeff.  Next time, you’ll get all wound up in your own pleasure, as you did this time, and my pleasure will take second place, just like it did tonight.”

“Come on, Kath, you make it sound like I wasn’t thinking about you at all,” Jeffery said as he rolled off his new bride, lay on his side next to her and massaged her left breast.  She had such nice breasts—not too small, not too big, but just right to fill his hand.

“Well, were you, Jeff?” Kathy asked, tickling Jeffrey’s taught stomach with the back of her hand.  “Be honest.  When you were about to cum, did you think of me or were you thinking about the height you were climbing, and the explosion you were about to enjoy?”

“Well, I guess…”

“See?  Now, the question is, what should we do about it?”

“What do you mean, ‘do about it’?”

“How should we punish you for your selfishness and motivate you to improve your performance?”

“Punish me!  I don’t need to be punished.  I just did what men do.  I didn’t mean to be selfish or anything, but you women turn us men on so much, we can’t help ourselves.”

“My man will control himself, or he won’t remain my man,” Kathy stated firmly, a flash of anger in her eyes.  “Being male is no excuse for being thoughtless and self-centered.  And, since you have told me what men do, I will tell you what we women do.  We women spank selfish, self-centered men who act like thoughtless little boys in the bedroom.”

“What?!  You can’t be serious.  I’m your husband, not your little boy.  I wear the pants in this family.  I’m in charge.”

“You’re not wearing any pants now, are you,” Kathy said as she reached down and grabbed Jeffery by the balls with her strong, feminine fingers and gave them a firm but gentle squeeze.

“Ouch.  Be careful with those.  That’s the source of our future children you’re holding in your hand,” Jeff joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“These belong to me now, Jeff, not to you,” Kathy said, still angry at her new husband for his male sexist attitude, “and I’m using them to make a point.  In the bedroom, you are not in charge, I am.  I will decide when, how, and even whether we will have sex.  I will also be the judge of whether you have adequately fulfilled your duty as my husband.  It is my decision what action to take if your duty is not fulfilled, and so far tonight, Jeffery Adamson, you have fallen well short of your duty.”  Tightening her grip, Kathy scooted up the bed so she could sit up against the headboard.

“Ow.  Kathy, what are you doing?” Jeffery asked, a note of real concern entering his voice as he tried to scramble up toward the head of the bed with Kathy and relieve the strain on his testicles.

“Making a point, my dearest husband, and preparing to further your education in what it means to be the husband of a real woman.”

Kathy made use of the grip on her husband’s jewels to maneuver him face down across her lap, in the classic bad boy spanking position.  She maintained a secure grip, her left arm wrapped around his waist and under his hip.

“The next time I decide punishment is warranted, for whatever reason,” Kathy stated with a tighter squeeze of the delicate objects in her hand, “you will quickly assume this position without comment or question.  Is that understood?” she stressed with a final hard clutch of his scrotum.

“Ow, ow, yes, yes, I understand.  Please, not so hard.”

“Very well,” Kathy said, easing but not relinquishing her grip, “but remember, that crap about men being the, ‘stronger sex,’ is just that, crap.  You are all and always at the tender mercies of any woman with a firm grip.

“I’m sorry I had to get so rough with you, darling,” Kathy said, her voice soft, her right hand stroking the smooth and tender flesh of his bottom.  “You brought this on yourself.  I’d originally intended to provide a mild but suitable lesson in sexual generosity, but with your attitude, I’m forced to expand on the original agenda.

“So here is what is about to happen, Jeffery dear.  First, I’ll spank you like the little boy you showed yourself to be when you took your pleasure with no concern for mine.  Then, you’ll use your tongue to bring me to orgasm, and clean me out in preparation to try again.  Based on the growing pressure I feel against my thigh,” she continued with a laugh, “I’ve no doubt you will be able to try again tonight, and perhaps this time, complete your job properly.  If not,” she added in an ominous tone, “you’ll find yourself right back where you currently are, and we’ll try once again to provide you with adequate motivation.  Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” Jeffery said, subdued but also surprisingly turned on.

“I like the sound of that response, my darling, but you needn’t be so formal when we’re working on our sex life.  Save it for those occasions when I am correcting some of your other faults.”

And with those final words, Kathy reached for her hairbrush, conveniently located on the nightstand, raised it high, and brought it down on her brand-new husband’s bare and trembling bottom.

From the heights of orgasmic bliss to the depths of corporal punishment, Jeffrey made that journey in roughly three minutes.  Kathy expected it to take much less time in the future.  Once her Jeffery was better trained to the paddle and the brush, he would get across her lap immediately, when told to do so.  But for this first time, the important thing was that her naughty little boy was receiving the punishment he’d earned, and he was learning who really wore the pants in their new family.

She had known it would come to this, Kathy mused as she turned her darling husband’s virgin bottom from pink to red—snapping her oversized brush down upon the charming, squirming cheeks so nicely presented for her instruction.  She knew Jeffrey was right about the nature of men.  Now, as she’d intended since their first date, he was learning about the nature of women —loving and guiding in a wife led marriage.

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