On the night of their wedding, these lovebirds give several old-fashioned traditions brand-new kinky spins.

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” Margot said.

“But it’s after the wedding,” I responded.

“I know, Chet. But I have a second reveal for you.” She winked at me, and I felt my dick get hard.

Think “vows” and most people conjure “for better or for worse” type verbiage. My BDSM bride and I wrote our own wedding vows, ones we did not share with the rest of the congregation. Our private vows involved pain and pleasure, the terms “master” and “sub,” and the promise to fulfill each other’s sexual desires to the best of our mutual abilities.

After the traditional wedding party, designed to please both her family and mine, we toasted with our relatives, danced with our friends, and dined with our nearest and dearest. Then we departed — not to a hotel, as many of the guests would undoubtedly have thought — but to our favorite S & M club.

Of course, some of the guests knew. The ones who overlap our two different lifestyles were invited to both events. They’d received special engraved invitations with the date and time of our nuptials on one side and the date and time of our BDSM party on the other.

The club was where we’d met. We felt that the community would be as happy to greet us into the fold as man and wife as they had been to accept us as master and sub.

Margot had spent hours choosing her wedding dress. She’d spent equally as long putting together her attire for our more private celebration. When we left the wedding party, Margot insisted we drive to the club separately. She had something special to show me, and she wanted to stage a major revelation. One of our friends volunteered to chauffeur while I headed directly to the place, happy to still be wearing my expensive suit. This wasn’t your standard club outfit, but I didn’t mind.

I was talking to a few good friends when Margot entered. It seemed for a second as if all conversation in the room stopped. Maybe that was my imagination, but Margot definitely captivated the crowd. She wore a nearly identical dress to the one she’d donned for the ceremony — except this one was black and made of what looked like vinyl or PVC. She shone beneath the club lights.

What a vision!

I walked toward her, and Margot immediately went down on her knees. Good little wife. Good little sub. I flipped her black lace veil back from her face. She gazed up at me with her stunning hazel eyes, and I smiled at her. I pet her fine blonde hair and let my fingertips wander to her full-lipped mouth. She was waiting for instruction from me. I could tell. I had a surprise of my own for her.

While I bent to speak to her, the rest of the club members headed toward the large room in the back of the building. All of our kinky friends knew what to expect. Margot had delighted me with her attire, but I had a special trick up my sleeve.

“This way,” I said, and I turned and began walking in the direction of the other revelers as she crawled behind me. Our real friends were here — the ones who accepted us to our kinky cores. Our wedding had been put together to appease the relatives, but this was where we truly belonged.

Margot looked mildly shocked to see everyone waiting for her.

She looked even more overwhelmed when I took out a present.

“What’s this?” she asked. She was still on her hands and knees.

“A gift you’ll have to earn,” I told her, returning the package to my suit pocket.

Her cheeks went pinkish at my words. That’s when she noticed the spanking horse in the center of the room. I saw her register the large piece of furniture, and then she looked back at me expectantly. She knew better than to climb over the apparatus before I’d told her to, although I was certain that simply the sight of the thing had made her unbearably wet.

“Do you want a spanking?” I asked.

I saw a flash of amusement cross her features before she comported herself. “I do,” she replied. There were titters in the audience. We’d recently been involved in such a sacred, although joyous, event. A little humor was definitely appreciated, as was the sight of Margot crawling to the spanking horse and then standing and draping herself in proper position on my command.

I didn’t bother to bind her in place. I know my baby can hold herself still for a simple spanking. While she got comfortable, I took off my suit jacket and hung it from the back of a nearby chair. I wanted a free range of motion. I rolled up my shirtsleeves as I walked around the spanking bench, taking in Margot from all angles.

There were oohs as I slid her black shiny dress up her body. Beneath, she had a garter, but unlike the cobalt blue one she’d worn earlier in the day, it was as black as her dress. She was also wearing a pair of shiny black panties. I left those on for the moment, and I took a paddle from a nearby selection and stood behind my bride.

Margot and I had been together for several years before we got engaged. We are as committed a couple as I’ve ever met. Yet now that we each sported a matching platinum band, I felt a tie to her that I couldn’t describe. There was a stronger sensation between us now than I’d ever experienced before. We were man and wife. That meant something. Right now that meant I was going to spank my wife for the first time. Yes, I’d spanked Margot when she’d been my girlfriend — and then my fiancée — but now she was my bride, and I was about to make her bottom blush.

Without giving her a number to count to, without offering any instruction at all, I started to paddle her. Margot held herself still, as I had expected she would. She didn’t flinch at any blow. I spanked her right cheek, then her left, moving back and forth for several minutes, not pausing until I felt the desire to stop.

Then I moved in even closer and lowered her skimpy panties to just beneath her asscheeks. I felt a collective murmur of approval from the crowd. In fact, I thought I could see a few of our friends step forward. The room was growing warm with a type of delicious sexual energy. That’s what I love best about playing in public. When we’re home alone, we definitely engage in kinky sex play. But doing this type of activity in front of an eager audience heightens the enjoyment for everyone involved.

Now that Margot was exposed, I returned to punishing her. She didn’t make a sound. In fact, the only noise in the room was the applause-like crack of the paddle as it met her naked asscheeks. I could see from her body, though, that she was breathing hard. I knew I was turning her on. Being punished like this is one of Margot’s favorite forms of foreplay. Accepting a spanking for an audience turns her on in a major way.

After a few blows, I paused once more, this time to stroke my fingers between her legs. She was positively dripping with arousal. I took my sticky fingers and brought them to her face. Margot pleased me again by not sucking her juices off until I’d given her the go-ahead. I’ve trained her well, and she was in top form this evening. I knew I’d be rewarding my pet before long. But not yet.

I pulled her panties all the way down and left them at her ankles to anchor her in place. She sucked in her breath, anticipating another blistering blow of the paddle on her bare skin. But I didn’t give it to her. Instead, I reached for a cobalt suede flogger hanging on a hook on the wall. I made the fronds dance in the air before they landed on Margot’s bare hindquarters. She squealed at the sensation. The audience clearly appreciated her response. I let the flogger land a second time. Margot was now prepared for this new toy, and she didn’t release another squeak. I loved seeing the suede tails dance in the air before they landed on her supple behind. I knew the way those strips of leather would feel against her skin. In between blows, Margot shifted, and I could tell that her pussy was producing even more slick juice. She was going to be swimming in ambrosia by the time I fucked her.

When I looked around the room again, I saw that most of the club members were watching closely. But some were starting to drift off to their own activities. There were plenty of devices in the room to go around. Our demonstration was definitely turning on some of our buddies.

I was happy when I started to hear other sighs of rapture nearby. The heat in the room seemed to ratchet up a few more degrees. The level of nakedness increased as different guests began to disrobe. Margot and I still had a tight circle of friends around us. When I asked my best man, Bridger, to bind my sweet beauty in place, he moved quickly to help me out.

Margot knew what this meant. If I was adding cuffs and ankle restraints to the scene that meant I was bringing out the heavier tools. I checked in with her first, of course. “Margot, do you want to be cropped?”

The question made my cock throb in my slacks.

I heard a buzz around us as our friends waited impatiently for Margot’s response.

My bride looked ravishing as she met my eyes, nodded, and said, “Yes, I do.”

I took my favorite crop off the wall, and I let Margot kiss the tip. Her eyes were huge and liquid. I knew that if I touched her pussy, she would be positively dripping. But I didn’t want to give in. Not yet.

I decided on twelve blows. I told Margot ahead of time, and I instructed her to count each one for me like a good little wife.

She didn’t let me down. Nor did she flinch. Margot is a pain slut, and she absorbed every blow as it landed, and she thanked me, counted, and asked for another.

Oh, my dream sub. She never fails to make my heart beat faster. I managed to hold myself in check, landing the strokes in a steady, even rhythm, giving her time to process the pain and let the flare of it dissolve into pleasure before striking her again.

Twelve blows went by in a blur. Then I had Bridger undo the cuffs, and I took Margot into a private room. I heard the sounds of one of Margot’s bridesmaids giggling as she was bound in Margot’s place. I knew we’d hear a lot more noise from Becky than we had from my wife. The girl is vocal.

But Margot and I needed some quiet time. I undressed her when we were alone, and I had her stand with her back to one of the walls. I bound her like that, so that her body formed a slender “X” shape, her arms over her head, her legs spread.

For a moment, I simply observed her stunning form. Her pussy was so wet that she began to drip juices onto the polished black floor.

“You want to come, don’t you?” I asked Margot.

Her eyes gleamed. “I do,” she said.

I thought of how she’d looked when I peeled back her veil during the ceremony. In my eyes, she was even more stunning now — stripped entirely naked and bound to the wall for my entertainment. But my pleasure didn’t exclude hers. I pushed myself up against her lovely body, so she could feel the hardness of my cock through my slacks.

“Do you think you deserve an orgasm?” I asked her next.

Her eyelids were fluttering. I could tell she was on the verge. But I also knew she would do her best not to come without permission. Not that she’s always able to hold off her orgasms. Every once in awhile, Margot’s body betrays her own commands. Yet I knew that on this night more than any other my dear bride would do her damned best to please me.

“I do,” she said breathlessly. “Oh, God. I do. I do.”

Sometimes I make Margot really work for her orgasms. But this was her wedding day, after all, and she’d taken the spanking and cropping so well that I decided to give her a treat. Standing next to her, I placed one hand on her mound and began to touch her in the way that I know never fails to get her off.

I used one finger on either side of her clit, making a type of “V” shape around that swollen button. I stimulated her gently, but with feeling, and soon she was tugging on the bonds, her whole body caught in mid-writhe. She couldn’t really move much — I hadn’t given her a lot of slack — but that didn’t stop her from arching toward my hand, begging with her body for release.

When I sensed she was on the cusp, I said, “Would you like to come on my cock?”

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, please.”

“Yes what?” I chided her.

“Yes, Sir!” Margot barked out.

“Good bride.” I smiled, opened my slacks and entered her. Margot couldn’t help herself. She came before I gave her permission, her pussy contracting helplessly around my thick rod. We’d deal with that later. For the moment, I wanted my own release. I continued to thrust inside her, feeling that wonderful wet embrace of her pussy as she tightened and released repeatedly. I knew that if I kept pounding into her just so, I would undoubtedly bring her off a second time. Or at least, I’d give her the opportunity to grasp that golden “O” once more.

Margot’s cheeks were a hot pink as I fucked her. She knew she was in for more punishment since she’d climaxed without my word. Still, the pleasure she’d experienced left her looking more joyous than ever. Every bride should look this ravishing on her wedding night. Maybe more grooms need to top their spouses!

I slid my cock in and out of Margot’s snatch, and while I worked her, I told her what was waiting in her very near future.

“After I come,” I said, “I’m going to undo the restraints and bind you facing the wall.”

Margot nodded as I spoke. I could see her chest heaving. She was trying to stave off her second climax.

“I’m going to punish you with my belt,” I said, and then I’m going to plug that sweet ass of yours with a brand-new toy I bought just for the occasion.

She bit her lip, but met my eyes. I could feel a fresh wave of honey coating my cock. She was getting wetter by the second.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes, Chet,” she said softly. Then, “Yes, Sir.”

I came on her words, fucking her deeply and releasing my load inside her. Then I pulled out and made my promise come true, undoing her bindings and having her face the wall before fastening her wrists and ankles back in place once more. She turned her head to the side, and I knew she was watching my movements in the mirrored wall to our left. She could see me pull the belt from my loops. She could see me snap the folded leather as I prepared to deliver her final punishment of the night.

Margot raised her hips as much as the slack in her bonds allowed. She was ready and willing to feel my belt. Once more, I had the realization that I was punishing my wife. She would never be my girlfriend again. This intensified the emotions coursing through me. I felt as if this night was dipped in a level of importance and emotion I had not fully anticipated.

I whipped Margot with my belt only a handful of times before my cock began demanding release once more. Margot was entirely silent as I punished her. I knew she was showing me what a good wife she could really be. I staved off my own release as long as possible, but then my cock got the best of me. I dropped the belt and showed Margot the plug I had bought for her — a shiny black toy I’d enjoyed purchasing — and I had her get the plug wet with her mouth.

Then I dipped the toy between her pussy lips first, gathering additional lube from her split before pressing the tip to her rosy asshole.

Margot groaned as I pushed the plug inside her, her ass readily accepting the wicked toy, and pussy juices began to coat the tops of her thighs. I undid the bindings and positioned her bent over the back of a wooden chair. She presented beautifully to me, so that I could play with the plug in her ass while I introduced her to my dick for the second time as man and wife.

There was something dreamy about knowing she was my bride. As I fucked Margot, I saw her put her hands flat on the base of the chair. The ring I’d slid onto her finger only hours before gleamed brightly. The two of us were entwined for eternity, and that made this evening more powerful than any other we’d shared in the past.

As I fucked Margot, I could feel her pussy contracting on me. She was getting closer and closer to coming. I knew she would do her best this time not to climax without my approval, and I was determined that the two of us would come together.

“Don’t you dare come without permission,” I told her.

“No, Sir,” she said, and then as if that were the wrong thing, changed the words to, “Yes, Sir.”

Gently, I brought one hand under her body and began to play with her clit, teasing and pleasing her all at once.

Margot tossed her head and then held still. I let her balance her body on my fingertips, so that she was teetering there, poised on the brink of climax. I knew she was working hard to control herself. I could tell she was doing everything in her power not to come until I gave the word.

I continued to pound her with my cock, and every so often, I spun the butt plug in her ass. Only when I was on the verge of my own orgasm did I give Margot permission to join me. I stroked her clit hard and twirled the plug in her ass, and we both climaxed together in a shower of bliss.

Margot was babbling under her breath, “Thank you, Sir, thank you, Chet, thank you, Sir.”

When we parted, the two of us just stared at each other. We were lost in that lovely sex haze, and we embraced and kissed softly, our bodies still shivering with lingering tremors.

Then I moved away from her and reached for the wrapped present I had teased her with earlier. Margot opened the package with trembling hands. What she saw awaiting her made her eyes fill with tears. She held still while I buckled the exquisite leather collar into place around her neck.

When we left the club — collared sub and Master — the mood became suddenly lighthearted. We both burst out laughing at the sight of our car. Our kinky friends had tied items to the bumper, but instead of the traditional tin cans, there were paddles, handcuffs and anal beads.

I look forward to a nontraditional marriage with my beautiful BDSM bride.