Page 40 of Mason: His to Convince

Suddenly Mason's deep laughter filled the church. Rebecca tossed what was left of her flowers aside and launched herself into his arms.

Giving a whoop of pure joy Mason crushed her to him, his blue eyes sparkling with love and laughter. The royal flush scattered softly to the floor as his lips claimed hers in a deep kiss.

‘Please, please,” the reverend began, so flustered he was beginning to get a headache. “Mr. Kord, Rebecca...that happens at theendof the ceremony. Let us continue.”

“Oh right, sorry,” Rebecca answered tapping Mason on the shoulder and trying to whisper, “Put me down honey”. The acoustics of the church made this virtually impossible and she tried not to notice the tittering behind her. Once she was back on her feet she took a couple of moments to straighten Mason’s tux.

Patting her hair she pushed her lopsided crystal tiara back up on her head and looked around for what was left of her bouquet. Unfortunately, the stems were about four feet behind her and the flower petals were...well everywhere.

Rebecca smiled apologetically at the congregation and turned to the reverend.

“We’re ready now, Reverend,” she told him smiling brightly as though this were just your average, normal wedding.

“Good,” he told her quickly, sending a silent prayer skyward that there would be no other interruptions. He’d never been afraid of the part in the ceremony that asked ‘If anyone had any reason why this couple could not be joined in marriage’ until today and he held his breath until it was time to move on.

“Mason, do you take Rebecca to be your wedded wife? Do you promise to love, honor and cherish her as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Mason responded confidently.

“Rebecca, do you take Mason to be your wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor and obey him as long as you both shall live?”

“Obey? Really?” she questioned. “I didn’t think they put that in the marriage ceremony anymore?”

“Well,” Reverend Whittaker explained, tugging on his collar, “Some couples do and some don’t. It’s really a personal choice.”

“Oh, well in that case, take it out,” she stated thankfully, giving a sigh of relief.

“Rebecca, Mason specifically asked me to leave that in,” he told her trying to keep his voice low and blotting the sweat from his face with a hankie.

Rebecca bowed her head and began to nibble on her index fingernail. Glancing up at Mason out of the corner of her eye she saw his eyebrow raise and a tick suddenly began in his jaw.

Raising her head she looked at Nick and saw the same eyebrow raised in exactly the same way. Swallowing she looked to Maggie for assistance but her head was in her hands and she was shaking, whether in laughter or embarrassment, she didn’t know. Squaring her shoulders, Rebecca turned to face the reverend

“I…don’t think…” was all she got out before Mason had her firmly by her upper arm.

“Excuse us for just a moment reverend,” he said smoothly and began to pull her none too gently toward the vestry, nodding to the congregation as he went.

Rebecca was almost running in her extremely high heels trying to keep up with him and pull away at the same time, her hooped dress swaying like a bell in the wind.

Opening the door, Mason twirled her in and brought her around to face him. Retaining his firm grip on one arm and securing the other he brought her to her tiptoes and looked her straight in the eye.

“Youwillsayobeyand youwillmean it,” he told her firmly. “I asked to have it included and it will be. I love you very much, but I will be the head of our household. Is that understood?”

“But, Honey” was as far as she got before Mason put his foot on a nearby chair and upended her over his knee. It took several seconds before he got her wildly rocking hoop under control and bunched above her waist. Her kicking legs didn’t reach the floor and were absolutely no impediment to Mason’s crisp spanks.

“I suggest you keep your voice down sweetie,” he told her while multiple swats were delivered to her snow white bottom. “Of course I doubt anyone in attendance would be surprised thatyourwedding was a little out of the ordinary.”

By the time Mason was done blistering her bottom, dainty white lingerie framed a cherry colored backside. There was very little white between the tops of her gartered stockings and the underside of her butt. Putting her gently on her feet he assured her he would even up the color later that night, pulled her into his arms for a bone melting kiss and handed her his handkerchief to dry her eyes.

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In the church the reverend alternated between giving the congregation awkward smiles, mopping his brow and checking his watch.

Nick, clearly hearing the beginning of what was no doubt a well-deserved spanking, began to cough intermittently trying to cover up the noise but gave up when the speed of each spankexceeded his abilities. He began to hear tidbits of conversation from the assembled guests.

“It’s about time someone took that girl in hand.”

“Why would she marry such a brut?”