In the days leading up to my wedding to Hana, I lashed Yukiko with an increasing force. She no longer required restraints, and she got used to undressing herself to accept her punishment. I still used the gag, not to subdue her moans, but to make her feel her humiliating position more strongly.
After the lashing, Yukiko would drop to my feet and hug and kiss them and promise to obey my every command.
Finally, the day of the wedding came.
When I saw Hana once again, I was standing in the middle of the temple's hall next to the kannushi, the local priest. Stepping away from her family, huddled in the corner of the hall, she approached us slowly, stepping carefully under the heavy layers of her bridal attire. She wore a deep indigo kimono, with some pink and white patterns, and held a folded fan close to her chest. Her gaze was lowered, not meeting mine or the priest's.
She looked much more beautiful than I remembered her from our lakeside meeting.
I resisted admiring Hana, as I wasn't meant to look at her during the ceremony. They had weird rules, those Edo people.
Instead, I had to watch the priest arrange the offerings: a small bowl of sake, a bundle of rice, and the sacred mirror, set up on a pedestal.
After the priest finished his prayers, he handed us the san-san-kudo cups: the three stacked sake cups we were supposed to drink from. I took the first one with both hands and drank from it. Hana followed, and I noticed her hands tremble slightly as she took a sip from the same cup.
Hana was now mine! From this day on, our destinies were shared.
We took turns with the second and third cups, without saying a word, without even looking at each other.
Only when the ceremony was over, and we walked out of the temple together, was I able to look at Hana's face closely.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her, watching her blush beneath the traces of white powder applied to her face.
"I'm very happy… husband…" She raised her gaze at me. "How should I address you?"
I smiled. "Just call me Taro," I said. "I married you because you were direct and honest with me back there, at the lake. I'd like to keep it that way."
I saw her suppress a happy smile.
"Of course, Taro," she muttered. "And may you always call me Hana?"
"I will."
When we arrived at the house, Hana and I had a meal together in my room.
"Is there anything you would like to add to your quarters?" I asked her. "I'd like you to live as comfortably and happy as you can."
She gazed back at me, glowing. "Please, don't worry about me, Taro. This house is much more comfortable than anything I've imagined. I'm happy already."
I smiled. "But I want you to be even happier. If you think of anything, please tell me. I want to pamper you the way you deserve."
Her face flushed again and she looked at me warmly. "You've done too much for me already, Taro, my wonderful husband," she uttered. "I owe you a lifetime of gratitude for your kindness."
"Nonsense," I said and touched her hand.
She trembled. Her eyes darted downward.
"Are you afraid of me?" I asked, letting go of her hand.
"No!" she replied, locking her gaze with mine again. "I'm sorry if it felt this way, Taro. I'm just…"
"Don't worry," I said softly. "Would you like to have your chojo help you change out of these heavy clothes?"
Hana bowed to me and got up.
Takumi escorted her to her room and came back to take away the food and set up my bedding.
"I wish you the most pleasant wedding night, master," he said, bowing, before leaving the room.
The screens were arranged around the mat, and only one small candle shone by the edge of it. My heart pumped as I waited for Hana. It was such a long time that I wanted to have her… My innocent virgin wife…
With the soft sound of the sliding door, Hana entered the room.
She wore a simple house kimono, her slippers left by the door.
"May I come in?" she muttered.
"Please," I said. "Come in and sit with me."
Hana came closer and kneeled on the mat. She looked at me with her round deep eyes, full of emotion.
"Taro," she whispered. "I want you to know that I love you very much. But…I've never done it…So forgive me if I…"
I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her. "Don't be silly, Hana," I said, as her head fell onto my chest. "If you love me, then anything and everything you do is going to be perfect. You're going to be a perfect wife."
"Oh, thank you, husband," she exhaled and gently kissed me. "Please, teach me. I want to know how to be truly happy in love and how to make you happy."
I guided our kisses, gradually opening her mouth wider and letting our tongues intertwine. She responded enthusiastically, her breathing quickening.
I put my hand on her leg, still covered by the kimono, and she let out a soft moan.
As I slowly slid her kimono higher, baring her legs, Hana withdrew from the kisses and lay back on the mat.
I traced her legs with my fingers, feeling her shuddering from excitement. I circled her pussy. I could sense wetness on her pussy lips.
"Do you want me?" I asked, leaning to kiss her once again.
"Yes," she breathed out heatedly. "The chojo explained to me…I'm ready, Taro."
She opened my kimono and gasped at the sight of my cock.
"Heavens," she uttered, "it's amazing."
I let her touch and rub my cock before guiding it toward her pussy.
"I love you, Hana," I said, inserting the tip of my cock.
"I love you, Taro," she replied, spreading her legs a little wider.
I pushed slowly inside, and with a sharp moan, she accepted me.