Naked As a Jaybird.... Birdie

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When our honeymoon ended, we moved in with Brian's parents as planned. They we're so very nice and had offered us a free place to live so I could finish college. They were very religious and conservative and we would have to follow their house rules. Brian seemed very rebellious towards his parents and didn't like having to live under the House Rules:

Be kind and respectful with each other. Fulfill our daily responsibilities. No substance abuse, no angry outbursts and no profanity.

Brian had warned me that for violations of their house rules, his parents would respond with firmly applied old-fashioned discipline. I had no problem with any of these rules and I agreed to being disciplined for any violations.

He also mentioned that his parents have some friends who are Christian Naturists and they socialize nude with them on the deck and patio during warm weather. Since I also enjoyed skinny dipping and sunbathing, I had no problem with that either.

His parents were so good to me. And I needed their kindness so much during that difficult time in my life. I had no idea why my marriage wasn't working. After the honeymoon, Brian never wanted to touch me. I didn't know why he was always so angry with me. What was I doing wrong? How did I mess up my life so badly? One thing I did do right was I made certain that I didn't get pregnant. Actually, there wasn't any chance of that anyway since he had no inclination to enter me with his penis. After having tried and failed during our honeymoon, he wouldn't even try again.

Technically, we weren't even married because it was never consummated. I wanted so much to be held and touched. I needed to be loved. I'm so glad I had his loving parents in my life during that period. They loved me so much and wanted me to be the daughter they never had. I didn't have the heart to tell them that our non-existent marriage had failed before it even started.

I was becoming more and more distraught with Brian. He started coming home late from work and after only a few days, he announced that he would be away on weekends helping his friend from work, Peter, with repairs at his cottage. His parents were beginning to sense that there were marital issues but they hoped that I could help him to settle into a happy marriage.

When Brian left for work Friday morning, he had already packed his things so he could leave right after work for his friend's place. He didn't come home first and he never called. I was so lonely, so hurt and so sad.

As I came downstairs for breakfast Saturday morning, I heard his father saying "I told you not to push him so hard to get married. We knew that he had issues and you pushed him to propose against my orders. Now he isn't being a proper spouse to Birdie. You and Brian both need to be disciplined."

I reacted immediately. I thought that's not going to do any good. Then I lost it. I became very emotional. I yelled "DON'T EVEN BOTHER. HE DOESN'T LOVE ME. THIS DAMN MARRIAGE IS A FUCKING SHAM!"

They were stunned. They looked at each other aghast. When I saw the looks on their faces, I felt immediate remorse. I had no right to take my anger and frustrations out on them. I felt awful. They were so good to me and I had not only broken their rules, I had broken their hopes and their hearts.

Brian had told me about how, for violations of house rules, he had to present himself with his bottom exposed to be disciplined. I immediately went up to our room. I removed my skirt and I replaced my panties with a tiny thong. I then calmly went back downstairs and presented myself with my bottom bared for discipline. They both looked at me and didn't say a word. Then I said "we all know what needs to be done."

Barbara then realized how very sorry I felt and how much I wanted and needed to be disciplined. She gave Phil a look with a nod and quietly said that she was going out now but would be back around 3pm to discipline me. Phil added that he would discipline me after dinner. I was told to remove my thong and leave my bottom bare as I await my discipline.

I came downstairs at 2:45 to await Barbara. Phil looked serious and was silent. As we waited for Barbara, I was glad that my bottom was bare to show my willingness to accept their discipline. He gave me a tender look of approval while we both understood exactly what needed to be done to my very deserving bare bottom.

When Barbara returned, she took a firm chair from the dining room and placed it in the middle of the living room with her paddle and some lotion beside it. She said "let's get started, young lady, you will soon learn how we deal with profanity in this house." She guided me into position over her lap and let her paddle do the talking. She alternated cheeks with each effective stroke I don't know whether she was gradually paddling harder and harder but it certainly felt that way. It did hurt but it felt like a very cleansing pain that was rinsing away my awful feelings of guilt, remorse and of marital failure.

Just as I was beginning to feel that I had learned my lesson, Barbara stopped for a long pause. "We will be finished soon" she said "I'm just going to go over your entire bottom firmly one more time and then give you some light strokes on your thighs. I know you have been through a lot. We all have. I should have listened to Phil and not pushed Brian so hard to change. Phil was right. After all, Brian didn't ask to be born different. I disobeyed and tried too hard to change him. I will be disciplined for that later. And I know I deserve it for my part in this."

She then firmly paddled my already sore bottom all over and lightly paddled my tender thighs. Then she applied soothing cream to my bottom and my thighs. Her loving touch felt so good. I started to cry. She guided me off her lap, stood up and hugged me. I felt so very loved. As we hugged, in between sobs, I told her that I was very sorry for my behavior and I loved her very much. She also had tears in her eyes.

As I was basking in her warm affection. She said "let's go show Phil your red bottom. I want to tell him how well you accepted your discipline. I'm so proud of you, my dear sweet girl." When Phil saw my red bum, he gave us both warm loving looks of approval and said "wow, you two did a great job. I'm very proud of you." I felt so much better in that moment than I had felt for a long time.

The paddling did hurt as it was being applied but the pain was already starting to dissipate. Barbara went into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. I heard her tell Phil that I did need to be disciplined for my outburst but I also needed some tender loving touch. She told him how I never cried during the discipline but when she was rubbing lotion on me, I began to cry and sob. Then she told him she was sure that some tender massage, by him especially, would work wonders for me. Of course, Phil was certainly welcome to massage me if he wanted to.

Considering the circumstances, we had a very pleasant dinner. We were all in a good mood relaxed and friendly. I knew that Barbara and I would both be disciplined that evening and we were both fine with it. In a way, I actually looked forward to it. I wanted to be free of these lingering feelings of guilt, remorse and marital failure. After helping Barbara clean up the kitchen, with my bottom still bared, I went in the living room. Phil was on the sofa with a leather strap and skin cream beside him. I went straight over to him and asked if he wanted me to lie across his lap now. He said I do if you are ready.

I told him "I am ready. I know I deserve this."

He guided me into position across his lap and said "okay let's get started."

He rubbed my bum with his hand first. It felt so good. It was a loving kind and gentle rub around my entire bottom. He then started to strap me - alternating cheeks with each swing and methodically applying the hot kiss of leather to my entire bottom. As my bum was being well warmed, he stopped periodically to rub me. His cool hand rubbing on my warmed bottom was very tender and I needed tender touch so much. I felt so glad whenever he stopped to rub me. And then I also felt glad to feel the hot sting of his leather strap again. This is what I needed also. It was painful but it was a soothing pain. I felt like I was standing under a waterfall with cold water washing my spirit clean. I didn't want him to stop and he didn't. And when he did finally stop, he said "okay, I think that should be sufficient. Would you like me to rub some cream on you now?"

I replied "oh yes. I would love you to massage me everywhere that's red." As he was tenderly rubbing the cool soothing cream onto my strapped bum, the flood gates opened and I began to sob and cry profusely. In between sobs, I cried "I'm so sorry for my behavior. I feel like such a failure. I've tried so hard to make this marriage work. And he won't even touch me.He doesn't want to come home from work. He wants to stay away from me. What did I do wrong? Why doesn't he want me? Am I that repulsive? That he won't touch me. Won't even try to make love to me."

"We tried once on our honeymoon and failed. He won't even try again. I try to help him but he won't come near me. I don't know why he is so angry with me. I'm not even your in law. We're not really married. He hasn't made love to me and he won't even try. I know he wants out of this marriage. Which isn't even a marriage. I don't want to leave school. I don't want to leave your house. You and Barbara have been so good to me. And I will never be your daughter in law. He won't even try."

Phil listened in silence as I sobbed and cried. He was at a loss for words. All he could do was try to soothe me by gently rubbing the cream on my well warmed bottom. Somehow, I knew that he had tears in his eyes also. And he felt great remorse. His silence was very loud. He must have gone along with the wedding against his better judgment. And now seeing me in tears is his discipline. And he is hurting with me. And there is no cream that can soothe his pain..

When Phil guided me up off his lap, I saw that I was right. He did have tears in his eyes. I knelt on the sofa beside him and gave him a big hug. I kissed his cheek and told him that I would be fine. And I told him how much I loved him and Barbara. Barbara gave me a big smile and a warm hug. She looked at my backside and said "wow he did an excellent job."

I agreed and told her "I feel like a new woman and I feel very loved." I gave them both another hug and then went up to bed to leave them in private.

Laying in bed, I felt so much better. Somehow the discipline brought us all closer together and we were better able to communicate. It was only after paddling me that Barbara shared with me that Brian didn't ask to be born different and she pressured him to propose to me against Phil's orders. I now saw things much differently. I didn't see myself as a failure. Brian and I both tried to make it work. He tried to make love to me but he couldn't. He didn't want to try again because that wasn't him. He was different. And this weekend, he is doing overnights with his male friend from work. He is where he wants to be.

We all need to accept Brian and help him out of this so-called marriage that he was pressured into. It's no one's fault. I'm not a failure. I took it as Brian being angry with me but maybe he was angry with himself also and with the situation. I was now much more empathetic towards him and wanted to help him be free to be himself and also feel loved and accepted. I didn't want him to feel like a failure. I knew what that felt like.

And it was only after Phil strapping me, that I was able to open up and share with him how badly our marriage had failed. I was sure that he shared with Barbara the details of our failed marriage. And she felt my pain of loneliness and rejection.

As the pain of being strapped was dissipating, I did have some feelings of arousal but after knowing the delightful joys of a loving relationship, I no longer enjoyed pleasuring myself. It left me feeling even more lonely and depressed. I'd much rather be pleasured by a man.

In the morning, when I heard them downstairs having breakfast, I didn't bother to get dressed. I felt very comfortable around them so I just put on a light nightgown and went downstairs. They both smiled and looked very lovingly at me in my thinly veiled nudity. As we had coffee and a great breakfast, I raised the issue of Brian. I suggested that we all need to help him to be free to be himself and feel loved and accepted for who he is. Now that we all realized that Brian and I did not belong married, we all felt determined to make things right for all of us - especially Brian and I.

I saw Barbara give Phil a look with a nod after which he said to me "we now realize you are going through a very difficult and stressful time in your life. Would you like me to massage you after breakfast? I didn't hesitate to accept his offer.

After breakfast, we cleared up the kitchen and Barbara said to me "go enjoy your massage, dear, and make sure he gets any areas that would make you feel better." I smiled and gave her a warm hug. Then I pulled off my nightgown and followed Phil into the other room, naked as a jaybird, with everybody happily grinning. "Do you mind if we do my backside first? I know it's had a lot of attention lately but there is still some tenderness. And then I can roll over so you can do my front side which has been totally neglected for ages."

"Whatever you would like, Birdie is fine with us. If I get to any areas that feel exceptionally good and you would like me to linger there, just let me know." He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down in a very enjoyable manner paying a lot of attention to my bottom which I am always happy to receive. After he massaged my back, bottom, legs, thighs, ankles and my feet, I turned over onto my back so he could massage my front.

He again started with my neck and shoulders and then worked his way down very thoroughly and enjoyably. He did my chest, my stomach, my thighs and all around my mound without touching my private parts. As he was going down my legs, I told him my inner thighs are very tender especially my upper inner thighs. As he was massaging me very delightfully on one of my very special places, so very close to my throbbing womanhood, I couldn't resist asking him "a little higher please?"

Now he was right up against me. He felt so good. I basked in the incredibly delightful sensations. "That feels spectacular. Now please make small circles." I couldn't help but ask. And with each circle, the side of his hand grazed my womanhood. Every time I was touched, I let out a moan. I knew everybody could tell where I was going with this. And we were all very happy for me. As he circled around, each time my moans grew louder. I reached down and pressed his hand against my womanhood and let out a very loud joyful moan. I gyrated my hips while rubbing his hand against me. I was swept away. I had one incredible loud endless release. And I felt so joyful and so loved and so very happy.

Then Phil continued down my thighs and legs to my ankles and feet. After he finished, I got up and I gave Phil and Barbara loving hugs as they hugged me back. We went back into the kitchen and had a little more coffee and everyone was very happy. And nobody minded that I was still very comfortably naked as a jaybird.

Barbara told me that their Christian Naturist friends would be over later to socialize and sunbathe and I was certainly welcome to join them so I didn't bother to put my nightgown back on. When they arrived and I was introduced, they greeted me very warmly - delighted to see that I was naked as a jaybird.

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