This is part 2. I have probably two more parts in mind.
Gwen and Henry dated for the next four months. They both were busy with their day jobs during the week, although they talked on the phone pretty much every night. The weekends were spent together, usually at Gwen's place because it was larger and nicer than Henry's small apartment. Their weekend nights and weekend mornings, well, Henry spent those in Gwen's firm--very firm--embrace, with one body part or another between her legs. Every Friday and Saturday night, he was required to pleasure Gwen extensively with this mouth, indeed several times, before she mounted his cock and rode him to orgasm, pretty much in the same way they spent that first night together.
Gwen was always on top. Always. She smothered and enveloped Henry in her Amazon body and he loved her for it. It became routine for him to express his love for her, a sentiment she shared even if she did not convey as often or as fervently back to him. It's not that she didn't feel the same way--it just wasn't her way, at least yet. She was, in fact, head-over-heels for Henry--the only man she'd ever met who loved her exactly the way she was. Still, she never permitted Henry an ounce of control in how their sex life unfolded. She was open to ideas, later or before, but never during. And it was one of those ideas that took their relationship down a new path, a somewhat darker path, but one that was still consensual and fulfilling.
One lazy Saturday morning, after their coupling was complete but before Henry got up to make coffee and breakfast--it was always his job to make coffee and breakfast for Gwen after their lovemaking was done--that he suggested expanding their repertoire of what they did together.
"Gwen, I was thinking."
"Oh, about what?" she smiled and lazily played with his hair and stroked his face as he lay with her arms firmly around him, using--by Gwen's design--her large breasts to rest his head.
"Um, well, I was thinking, if you were interested, but only if you're interested, because I'm truly fine with the way things are..."
"Henry, try getting to point," Gwen interrupted, acting a bit impatient but also amused at his shyness and deference. In reality, she never tired of his shyness and deference.
"Right, sorry. Well, I love you so much and I know you love me. But do you think you'd be interested in introducing a little, uh..." Henry was still hesitant to say the word but finally did, "spanking... I was thinking it would be fun if you'd give me a spanking from time to time."
Gwen laughed a little laugh. "Why, do you think you've been bad, that you deserve to be punished?"
"Well, no, yes, I mean, maybe."
"That does cover all the bases."
Henry looked up at Gwen's amused face and realized he was sounding like an idiot. He plunged forward, while hugging her large body a little harder with his skinny arms.
"I think it would be fun if you spanked me--for whatever reason you wish. I mean, it could be just because you want to. It could be for a punishment for something I've done wrong, or forgotten, or whatever. I mean, it's no secret between us that you are dominant and I am the submissive one in this relationship, both inside and outside the bedroom. Ever since I had that one relationship in college, I've always hoped that the woman I was with would routinely spank me as part of our relationship."
"Did she spank you? Are you trying to recreate something you once had?"
"Actually, she did not, at least not very much. She liked to dominate me, but she said she didn't like inflicting pain and when I would hint or talk about it, she got a bit annoyed. It was one of the things that led her to dump me."
Gwen thought for moment. She had no problem with the idea of inflicting some pain on Henry, as long as she knew it was something he'd enjoy. She had been thinking about that for a long time, really since that first night they made love. As their relationship progressed, as their lovemaking became, at times, physically quite rough, Gwen found she enjoyed hearing the occasional moan or whimper from Henry, it was fueling her inner sadist that she felt was increasingly looking for outlets. She was overjoyed that Henry raised this and looked forward to it, but decided to play it cagey, a bit, at least at first.
"I'd be up for trying that. Let's see how we do, see if we both enjoy it or if something that sounds fun in your head is not so fun in reality. Why don't we experiment tonight?"
Henry looked up at her again, saw a smile that was kind, lascivious, and vaguely evil all at the same time. He kissed her passionately. "I can't wait!"
"Well, you will have to! Now, get up and do your job!"
As Henry got up, Gwen gave his butt a slap for emphasis and as a promise of things to come. Henry looked at her and grinned and made his way to the kitchen to make the morning meal, stark naked, just as she demanded. She had come very much to enjoy watching her physically small and thin boyfriend work for her stark naked. Having him serve her this way seemed to be so right--and it reinforced her rule over him. It made her feel like a queen!
After they ate, Gwen and Henry spent the day as they often did. They went out to do some window shopping or more, found a nice place for lunch, took in an afternoon movie, and did some grocery shopping for dinner. Henry was doing more and more of the cooking when they were together and not eating out. That night, Gwen thought that maybe he should be naked when he prepares dinner, too? She wasn't sure about that--sometimes they cooked very hot items on the stove that tended to splatter. She'd have to mull that some more.
She worked hard not to betray it, but she was unbelievably excited for what was to come. After he had brought the subject up, she spent the whole day while they were together thinking about spanking her lover that night and gave a lot of thought to how and when she would do it. She thought it could be a wonderful addition to their foreplay.
After dinner was over and cleaned up, rather than shower together, as they often did, Gwen told Henry to go shower first and then wait for her in her bedroom, naked.
After she heard the shower turn off and after an appropriate interval, she entered the bedroom and found Henry naked and kneeling on the floor, his cock up and raging a full erection. She usually had him kneeling--or he just kneeled on his own because as he told her after that first night together it just felt right to kneel before you. She walked over to him and drew him up. She retrieved a scarf from her nightstand and blindfolded him and then had him lie down on his stomach over the edge of the bed, so that his feet were on the floor. He could feel his stomach pressing against his hard cock and the bed.
"We're going to have some fun tonight, aren't we?"
Henry exhaled from his prone position. "Yes, I hope so."
With that she gave Henry four moderate smacks, two to each cheek. "A taste of things to come, I think. Wait here, do not move. I need to shower myself." With that she went to the bathroom, leaving him in an anticipatory high!
Gwen took her time in the shower, spending a lot of time washing her most intimate areas. She liked to feel clean when engaging in sex with Henry, since he spent a lot of time worshipping her in the ways she demanded. After she finished, she emerged from the bathroom into her bedroom. Henry had not moved. He was lying there still, and his eyes covered. Just perfect, she thought!
She moved to her lingerie drawers and pulled out an outfit she often favored when they were together. Long thigh-high silky stockings that went almost up to her very large and hairy crotch, a low-cut black bra, black high-heeled pumps, and, for the first time, long leather opera gloves. Henry was blindfolded because she did not want him to see her until she was dressed and ready for him. She walked over to him, her pussy already moistening in anticipation--she could feel herself getting wetter.
"Stand up, Henry!"
He pushed himself up off the bed but did not turn around. He hadn't been told to. It had long been an unspoken rule in their lovemaking that he was not to show initiative.
Gwen walked over to him and removed Henry's blindfold. He gasped in her beauty--as he always did. Not being conventionally beautiful by society's standards--big, some extra flesh, and an average pretty face--it was the thing she probably loved most about him and endeared him to her, that he thought she was beautiful, "magnificent," even. In her heels, she towered over Henry by 8-inches. She looked down on him, expressionless at first, into his loving eyes. Then she started to smile a lusty, hungry, predatory smile. She watched briefly as his hard cocked bobbed in excitement in front of her.
She then moved and pulled numerous pillows against the backboard of the bed and sat down, testing their comfort and the comfort of her sitting position.
"Come lie over my lap," she ordered. Henry complied. Her large thighs created an amazingly comfortable platform for him to rest on. Not sure at first how to position himself, Gwen drew him down, and reached under to place his hard cock between her silky thighs, which she then clamped shut. Henry's cock was firmly trapped between her legs!
Gwen had thought long and hard about how to do this. She wasn't interested in a few quick slaps but a long, drawn-out sensual, albeit painful for Henry, affair.
"I'm going to take my time with this. And I don't want stoicism from you, Henry. I want to hear your moans and whimpers of discomfort--but only when they really hurt. Don't grit your teeth and keep quiet but also don't fake it either. Clear?"
