I’d like to dedicate this story to my wife and our 10 year anniversary this year. (2023)
This story is a sequel to The BDSM wedding ceremony

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It had been ten years since they last stayed at this hotel, but Scarlett remembered it as if it was yesterday. Ten years ago they had celebrated their honeymoon in this small, romantic, luxury resort in the middle of the woods.

Coming here reminded her of those times long ago, of their wedding, the party, the ceremonies. A lot had changed since then, but not her love for Lucas, nor her submission to him. One of the things that had been most present in her mind during the long drive here, was the third, secret ceremony they’d had back then, ten years ago. The one where he had requested her submission as his wife and then spanked her to assert his dominance as her husband. When preparing for this trip, Scarlett had seen her husband pack a suspicious looking bag which he’d refused to tell her what it contained. She was certain he had something similarly special planned for this trip.

Just a day ago, they’d held a large party for family and friends to celebrate their ten year anniversary. Even then, she’d often reminisced about their wedding party ten years ago. She vividly remembered squirming in her seat during the wedding-dinner as that secret ceremony had taken place just before the party started, leaving her bottom red and sore for the rest of the night. Yesterday she’d been able to sit comfortably, but she was sure Lucas would make up for that during this trip.

When the party was over, they’d left the kids to go home with their grandma, so that she and her husband would have the weekend for themselves: three days and two nights. She would miss the little ones, but enjoy the time alone with Lucas. It had certainly been easier to be privately intimate with her husband ten years ago, and while he still regularly made certain that she was a good, obedient wife; she was looking forward to being able to fully submit to and satisfy her husband.

The hotel was just as lovely as Scarlett remembered, with just a few rooms, each with their own unique decorations. Lucas had managed to arrange for them the same room they’d had back then and – since he had mentioned this was their anniversary – a bottle of champagne with two glasses was waiting for their arrival.

As they unpacked their bags, Scarlett glanced at the bag Lucas placed unopened in one of the wardrobes. It was hard to contain her curiosity, but she understood that her husband was tired from the long drive here and that any secret ceremony he might’ve planned would probably have to wait for the second day of their trip.

Once the unpacking was done, Scarlett chose to shower and she was quickly followed by her husband. Lucas’ hands were all over her body and she knew he must’ve been having similar thoughts as her. She knew he’d be just as eager to show her what was in that bag as she was. No words needed to be spoken as they finished off their shower, made their way to the large four-poster bed and spent the rest of the evening in their room, in the bed, kissing, cuddling, fucking.

The following morning, Scarlett woke from the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains. It was refreshing to be awakened not by an alarm-clock or screaming kids. She stretched with a big yawn and looked at her husband to see whether he was awake.

Lucas was smiling at her, so she turned around placing her back against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her in a hug, cupping her breast with his hand. He was already hard, she could feel his morning erection pressed firmly between her buttocks.

“So what are today’s plans?” She asked, for her husband had organized most of this getaway.

“I thought we’d take a walk in the morning.” Lucas whispered in her ear. “I fondly remember these woods and the long walks we had in them last time we were here.”

Scarlett moaned softly, arching her back to rub her bottom against her husband’s erection. She remembered doing more than just walking in these woods.

“In the afternoon, we’ll come back to our room.” Lucas continued. “I have something special planned for then.”

Scarlett licked her lips, thinking about the mysterious bag. “Something fun?” She asked.

“Of course.” Her husband replied.

“I can hardly wait.” She replied, the afternoon was still far away and a walk through the woods with her husband would make it hard to think about anything else. “Breakfast first?” She asked, suddenly remembering that this was included in the price of their stay.

“No, I’m going to fuck you first.” Lucas replied and he pushed her down against the mattress.

Scarlett moaned deeply as her husband climbed on top of her. She arched her back to urge him to penetrate her. She groaned deeply as his cock filled her up. She reached down between her legs, her fingers on her clit complimenting the pressure inside of her as Lucas thrusted hard and fast. In mere moments both of them were wheezing and moaning as ecstasy took over.

The rest of the morning went mostly as Scarlett had expected. They quickly got dressed after their morning tryst, went down to the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast and then set out into the woods.

The forest was lovely this time of year, still green, but already filled with mushrooms, ripened nuts and berries as summer was nearly at its end.

The paths were empty, they saw no other hikers as peak season was already over. Scarlett remembered vividly how they’d taken advantage of the privacy of the woods during their trip ten years ago. She remembered going down on her husband, sucking his cock whilst they were hidden from view by just a few trees. She remembered him taking her across his knee as he sat down on a fallen tree in the middle of a large clearing in the woods. Laughingly, she remembered him bending her over a pile of logs beside the road, whipping her with his belt and then fucking her, only for them to pass a car on that same dirt road but a few minutes later.

This morning however, they did none of that. Instead they enjoyed the peace and quiet of nature, the fresh air and each-others company. Scarlett knew her husband was saving those kinds of activities for the afternoon and the longer he made her wait, the more eager she became.

When the sun was at its highest point, they picnicked in the woods with food they’d scraped together from breakfast and afterwards slowly made the long trek back to the hotel.

It was late in the afternoon when they finally returned and went up straight to their room.

Scarlett waited impatiently as Lucas pulled the bag from the wardrobe when they finally got back to their room. He placed it on the bed, yet he did not open it just yet.

He was smiling as he turned around to face her. It was a smug smile, knowing she was so curious. “Two days ago, at our anniversary party.” He said. “We renewed our wedding vows.”

Scarlett smiled and nodded. It had been very romantic.

“Of course, those weren’t the only vows we made ten years ago, were they?” Her husband asked.

She now licked her lips excitedly. “No.” She replied, they’d made extra vows, secret ones, during their secret BDSM wedding ceremony.

“I think it would be fitting if those were renewed as well, don’t you agree?” Lucas continued.

“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett replied, already sliding into her role of submissive.

“Alright.” Lucas replied with a smile. “Then let’s start just like we did back then, by taking off all your clothes. I want you to be fully naked, exposed and vulnerable as you pledge your submission to me.”

Scarlett smiled excitedly. Ten years ago, she’d been in her wedding dress for this, today she was wearing comfortable hiking shoes, a short skirt and a light blouse. The plain cotton panties and bra underneath weren’t nearly as sexy as the lingerie she’d worn back then, but once it was all off and she was fully naked, things were just like then – her bottom was perhaps a bit rounder, but she tried not to think of that.

Lucas then finally opened the bag, but with his back turned to Scarlett, she was unable to look inside. When he turned around again, the bag’s flaps were pushed together, obscuring its content, but Scarlett’s attention was grabbed by the leather collar in her husband’s hands.

It was the same collar Lucas had bought for her ten years ago, the one she’d worn for the very first time during their wedding ceremony and she’d worn many times since whenever her husband had disciplined her. Scarlett smiled broadly as he fastened it around her neck again today.

Lucas then took a pillow off the bed, placed it at her feet and ordered her to kneel.

Scarlett obediently knelt down at her husband’s feet. Her bottom tingled as it rested against her heels, she placed her hands on her knees to keep them from fidgeting nervously.

She looked up at Lucas as he pulled the sheets and blankets off the bed and placed them in a large pile in the middle of the mattress. Soon she would be bent over that, she knew, her bottom chastised by her husband’s hand. She looked extra attentive when he began drawing items out of the bag and placing them side by side on the bed. While she wasn’t able to fully recognize them all from her kneeling position, she knew they were all spanking implements and toys.

The last item to come out of the bag was a small wooden box. Lucas handed it to her and asked her to open it. Inside were two folded pieces of paper. Scarlett took one and quickly scanned its words. She immediately recognized it as the written-down vows she’d made ten years ago. She almost welled up, feeling tears in the corners of her eyes as she realized her husband had kept these for all these years.

“You read yours first.” Her husband said. “And I will then repeat mine.”

Scarlett blushed for a moment as she read what she’d written down. For a moment the words felt cheesy, something fitting for a twenty-year-old, but perhaps a bit over the top for a mother in her early thirties. But then she smiled, no, she still felt the same way about her husband as she had back then. She proudly read aloud:

“Lucas, you are the man I choose to be with for the rest of my life. You are not only my best friend, my lover and the one person I can always count on; but you are also my dominant, my master, my teacher, my Sir.

I have already promised to love you, cherish you, laugh with you, and cry with you. Now I also promise to always obey you, follow you and submit to you.

I will respect you as an equal, but surrender to you as your submissive. I will put your needs and desires ahead of my own and aim to always please you and never disappoint you.

I accept your rule and guidance, I equally welcome your wrath and discipline for bad behavior as I welcome your love and reward for good behavior.

I do this of my own free will and with no hesitation or doubt.

I am yours.”

She was blushing deeply as she finished, but smiling broadly as well.

Lucas took his own piece of paper from the box. Scarlett remembered he’d memorized those words ten years ago, but he must’ve written them down to save them.

He spoke aloud:

“Dear Scarlett. I choose you for who you are. I love what I know of you and trust in the things we have still to discover. For this, I do not want to change you; just to guide you and help you become the person you can be.

I offer you my guidance, my help and all my knowledge.

In return, I expect your full submission, your trust and your body as mine. I promise to protect and cherish what you’ve freely given to me.

I promise to use the power I have as your dominant to take care of not only my own desires, but yours as well. I will use you as I see fit, to ensure both of our happiness.

I will, like I have done in the past, discipline you or reward you, when these things are necessary or asked for.

Do you, Scarlett, accept me as your dominant, now and for ever?”

Scarlett wiped away the tears in the corners of her eyes. “I do.” She whispered.

“You can stand up now.” Lucas said and Scarlett eagerly pushed herself up, her eyes immediately darting to all the items on the bed.

“Ten years ago, after you pledged your submission to me.” Her husband said, ignoring her curiosity. “I gave you a sample of what life would be like with a dominant husband: a firm spanking with my hand and my belt followed by an offering of pleasure with that same hand.”

Scarlett licked her lips. “I remember, Sir.”

“I’ve made good on that promise many times over, disciplining you when you deserved it and pleasuring you just as often if not more. Have I not?” He asked.

Scarlett blushed. “Yes, Sir.” She replied. Lately perhaps not as often as in the first months and years of their marriage, but even now with kids in the house he still managed to find the time to remind her of who was in charge.

“After all this time together, a sample would be meaningless of course, so instead I’ve decided on a review, ten years of marriage, summarized in ten bullet-points to be addressed with either discipline or reward.” Lucas continued.

Scarlett licked her lips. “You’re going to punish me for everything I’ve done in ten years?”

Lucas grinned. “Not everything, just the broad strokes so to speak and it isn’t all punishment either.”

Scarlett looked back at all the implements he’d brought. She wasn’t scared or nervous, just excited. After ten years, she’d become experienced enough to take anything her husband might offer her. She’d already counted that there were ten implements, one for each year of their marriage. “Which ones are for punishment?” She asked.

Lucas laughed. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough. But first, let’s get you across my knee for a little warm-up.”

Scarlett eagerly placed herself across her husband’s lap on the bed. Her bottom was tingling and when he placed his hand on her naked backside, she could feel the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach.

Lucas started off slow and gentle, the sound of his hand connecting with her bottom filled the room but brought no pain or discomfort yet. Scarlett knew this was going to be a long afternoon. Her husband always started off this gently when he had a long and fierce punishment planned for her. The softer he spanked her, the longer it would take and the sorer she’d be by the end.

Scarlett moaned softly, resting her body on the bed, enjoying the sensation of her husband’s hand spanking her backside, the slowly building glow and then the first faint twinges of sting. She’d try to enjoy this feeling as long as she could.

Slowly that sensation built, the glow grew warmer and warmer, the stinging pain in her backside no longer faded after each swat, but stayed ever present and grew firmer and deeper. Yet as it grew, so did Scarlett’s arousal, deep and hot just as the pain in her bottom.

Her moans became deep and loud as her husband’s hand landed across her backside harder and harder. When her bottom bounced from the full swing of his arm, she squealed and grunted. The pain became deep and fierce as she kicked her legs and yet she knew, this was just a warm-up.

When Lucas finally stopped, her bottom was bright red and stinging all over. On any other day, Scarlett might’ve earned a spanking like this for being naughty, perhaps for playfully biting him or being disrespectful by sticking out her tongue. Not a very serious spanking, but one she’d felt anyway.

“Get up, it’s time to get started on your review.” Lucas said.

Scarlett eagerly pushed herself off her husband’s lap. She was looking forward to a real spanking, a bit nervous for the pain, but actually more afraid of what he might say and what he might want to spank her for.

Lucas picked up a wooden hairbrush from the row of implements. It was the one most on the left and Scarlett wondered for a moment whether they were placed in order. “The very first implement I ever spanked you with, was a hairbrush.” Her husband said. “So it felt fitting to start this session off with one that’s very similar.”

Scarlett remembered. They hadn’t even been married back then, even as young lovers, they’d both known what they liked and who was in charge.

“That hairbrush, of course, is long gone.” Lucas continued. “Lost or broken, it doesn’t matter. This first spanking is for all the items you’ve lost or broken, be it either by clumsiness, forgetfulness or messiness.”

Scarlett blushed slightly. She’d lost or broken plenty of items in ten years time, from dropping glasses to losing remote controls in the mess they all left behind. That old hairbrush had broken too, though she blamed her husband, for using it on her backside too often had been its downfall.

She quickly followed her husband’s instructions to lay down over the pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the bed. As far as reprimands came, this one did not bother her much, she knew it was true that she was clumsy and messy, and she’d eagerly accept her punishment for it.

“Ten swats.” Lucas said as he placed the hairbrush against her bottom.

Scarlett braced herself. Ten swats wasn’t much, but her husband didn’t usually use ten different implements in a single session either.

Lucas raised the hairbrush and then brought it down firmly across her backside.

Scarlett groaned deeply. Her husband wasn’t holding back, but paddled her poor bottom hard and fast. She was squealing before the fifth swat landed and squirming and struggling across the pile of blankets by the time they reached ten.

“That’s ten.” Lucas said and Scarlett took a deep breath.

She moaned softly and let herself relax as her husband gently stroked her sore backside.

“How was that?” Lucas asked.

“Hard.” Scarlett replied, still enjoying the touch of his hand on her poor bottom.

“You’re getting ten swats just like those from each implement.” Her husband said. “But you’ll have plenty of time to rest in between.”

Scarlett licked her lips. Ten hard, firm swats, from each of those implements, a hundred in total not counting however many she’d had during her warm-up across his knee. It would be intense, but she could take it, she wanted to. “Yes, Sir.” She replied.

“The second implement I brought.” Lucas said. “Is a new one. It’s a small wooden paddle I bought especially for today. We just used our oldest implement and now we’ll be using the newest. This one is to celebrate all the new things we’ve experienced together.”

Scarlett smiled. So this one was more a reward than a punishment. She wondered if that meant he would spank her less hard. Probably not, she thought, knowing her husband.

Instead of pressing the paddle against her backside however, Lucas placed it on the bed in front of her. She curiously read its engraving: “Happy 10th anniversary” She smiled broadly and then blushed, realizing he must’ve had this special made.

Before picking the paddle back up, Scarlett felt her husband spreading a warm, sticky liquid across her back. She moaned softly as he spread the oil all across her shoulders, down her lower back and finally focussing on her backside. She moaned deeply, arching her back, wishing for those strong hands to find her warm and wet pussy between her legs. Suddenly she desperately wanted her husband to fuck her, but she knew there was still a long way to go until then and a lot more discipline to endure.

Finally, Lucas picked up the new wooden paddle and placed it across her backside. The oil had softened her skin, opened her pores and relaxed her muscles. Her poor backside was twice as sensitive as before and Scarlett squealed loudly as the paddle landed with a loud thwack across her backside.

She squealed and squirmed as her husband paddled her bottom. The swats came hard and fast and Scarlett feared she could not take this much pain, not with a freshly oiled-up backside. Ten swats wasn’t much however and they were done and over before it became too much to bear. The pain was still there but slowly diminished to a manageable level.

“We’ll take a short break, you’re allowed to get up and rub your bottom before we continue.” Lucas said as he placed the paddle back with the other implements.

Scarlett pushed herself up and vigorously rubbed her backside, massaging away most of the pain before her husband decided this review would continue. A lot of the oil on her behind had been cleared away by the paddle, she rubbed away what was left to better protect her backside from what was to come. Her skin would be extra sensitive still, but she’d be able to handle it better whilst dry.

While she took care of the pain in her backside, Lucas cleared away the pillows in the middle of the bed. Scarlett realized he’d planned multiple spanking positions just like he’d planned multiple implements and she curiously looked at the rest of the line-up. She tried to memorize them all and the order they were in, as well as the other toys that were on display, but she was too distracted by imagining each and every one of them being used on her, to remember it fully.

“Lie on your back, in the middle of the bed.” Lucas then ordered.

Scarlett licked her lips and laid down on the bed. She was eager for more, yet at the same time nervous for her bottom was still quite sore and stinging.

“Raise your legs.” Her husband commanded and when she did, he grabbed her legs and lifted her off the mattress to push some pillows under her hips, making sure her bottom was raised up as an easy target.

“The next implement.” Lucas said. “Is a wooden spoon.” He placed it against her bottom, stroking her backside, dipping between her legs and the wet, swollen lips of her pussy that was fully exposed in this position.

Scarlett moaned deeply, not able to hide her excitement, but at the same time eager to hear why he had chosen this item.

“This wooden spoon comes straight out of our kitchen and is therefore a symbol for all your misdeeds in this particular area. It’s for all those cakes and cookies you baked, whilst refraining from any clean-up after, leaving the kitchen one big mess. Yet it’s also for the opposite, the days you did not feel like cooking at all, when you decided it would be easier to order take-out than cook a healthy meal.”

Scarlett pouted. “You order even more take-out than I…”

The wooden spoon landed with a loud thwack across her backside, extracting a surprised squeal. “This review is about you, young lady.” Her husband reminded her. “My own short-comings do not excuse yours.”

She now blushed. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Ten swats.” Lucas said and he raised the wooden spoon.

Scarlett squealed and moaned as the spoon rained down on her backside, but her husband had an iron grip on her legs and she could not escape the short but intense onslaught on her behind.

When he reached ten, she was out of breath, her bottom was on fire and she tried to reach back to soothe it. Her husband stopped her however, blocking her hands. “I did not give you permission yet.” He reminded her. Instead he placed his own hand on her bottom, massaging and stroking, doing that which he had forbidden her. As he rubbed away the intense pain in her backside, his thumb playfully, teasingly reached her pussy, stroking her lips, yet never pushing inside or reaching her most sensitive spot.

“Before we continue.” Lucas said. “I have another reward for you, for the next implement should be seen as a reward rather than punishment.”

Scarlett licked her lips, horny and eager to see what he’d picked. Her only hope was it was not the massage oil again, her backside was already sensitive enough. She blushed slightly when her husband knelt down beside her and moaned deeply when he placed the nipple-clamps he showed her onto her breasts. The pain in her nipples was small but intense, different from that in her backside and much easier to endure, but just as difficult to ignore.

She still lay on her back, the chain connecting both clamps dangling between her tits, as he picked up the next spanking implement.

“Just like the wooden spoon, this spatula comes from our own kitchen.” Her husband explained. “I would of course not want you to think I’m ungrateful for your cooking. While it is true you deserved to be punished for the mess you tend to make, I also have to admit how much I love those cakes and cookies you bake. These next ten swats are for the full stomachs you provide.”

Scarlett couldn’t help but smile. For a moment she was already planning to bake her husband a batch of those cookies when they got home after the weekend; but then he raised that spatula and she couldn’t think about anything but her poor bottom as it connected, again and again, with her behind.

“You can get up and rub your bottom if you need to.” Her husband said after he finished the onslaught with the spatula.

Scarlett quickly got up, rubbing her poor behind. The pain was really settling in and yet they weren’t even halfway done, just four out of ten and the worst implements were still to come.