Grace's heart pounded furiously in her chest and a slick wet heat trickled down her parted thighs. Her breasts heaved up and down rapidly as she gulped in shaky shallow breaths. Her nipples peaked and pinched her newly acquired nipple rings sending a sweet sting of pain directly to her already soaked cunt. Jack would be home any minute and she was going to ask him the most important question in their relationship so far. She wasn't sure if he was ready for this step, but she was and she needed to know if he could be the man she felt deep in her soul that he really was. She heard his truck pull up and the door slam. Her pulse increased even more and her pussy clenched. Grace knelt on the living room floor, naked except for a collar and cuffs. She was about to ask the man she loved to be her Top, her Dominant, to take her and use her as his sex slave for the entire weekend and she was terrified that he would say no.
Grace had met Jack about three years ago when she started at her current job. A lawyer, Grace was a naturally dominant, independent and confident woman; in her job and up until now, in the bedroom as well. Jack was the firm's IT guy. Handsome and quiet, with brown hair and sparkling blue-gray eyes, Jack came to Grace's office her first day to set up her computer. He worked quickly and confidently but said little as he sat at her desk hooking up cables, typing in code and installing various programs. Grace remembered standing behind him as he worked, waiting for him to finish and staring, transfixed at the back of his head. She had the strongest, strangest urge to trail her fingers up the back of his neck. She was drawn to him in some powerful and primal way and it took all her willpower to keep her hands at her side.
Being involved in a serious relationship already, Grace promptly shoved the thought of her fingers tracing Jack's tanned muscular flesh out of her mind and forgot all about it. Or tried to. Within the year she had broken off her relationship and had fallen, head over heals, into Jack's arms. He was waiting for her. Though he hadn't shown it, he had been just as transfixed with Grace the first time he saw her. He had also felt the inexplicable yet powerful connection between them and was sure they were meant to be together. From the moment he'd first seen her, he knew he had to have her. Her petite frame was lithe but muscular- all womanly curve and strength. He couldn't help equating the lines of her body with the lines of a racing boat. Like the boat was built for speed, Grace's body was built for sex- ripe, perky tits, thin waist, and a round ass that just begged to be spanked. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Their relationship was almost immediately physically and emotionally intense. More so than either of them had ever experienced. Grace found herself quickly pulled under by devastating current of Jack's ocean eyes. She felt like she had been hit by a tidal wave- dizzy, confused and high on adrenaline. She thought she had been in love before. She was wrong. She had never really given her whole self to anyone. Too strong and proud to need another person, her relationships had mostly been one-sided. The men she dated adored her, needed her, but she never needed them. She was always, invariably the one who left. With Jack all that changed and she was shaken to her core. She wanted him, needed him to feel whole and complete. The need to please him, to fulfill his desires was overpowering. Grace was in turmoil. She was unused to feeling out of control and being driven solely by her emotions rather than her analytical rational mind was something she didn't much like. The only thing that got her through it was that she could see Jack felt the same way about her.
Like Grace, Jack was strong, confident and in control. He had a power about him that jumped off his skin like an electrical current. People naturally followed him without questioning it or even realizing they were doing it. Also like Grace, Jack was usually the one in charge in relationships. Not that he was cold or heartless; in fact he was quite the opposite. Jack was very warm and giving- a caretaker by nature. But to some extent, both of them used these same techniques to keep the people they were involved with from getting too close. By focusing on the other person, giving them what they needed, both Jack and Grace allowed their significant others to rely on them while keeping their own independence, keeping themselves from needing anyone else. But this time, their carefully crafted defenses didn't work. This time the connection between them was more powerful than either could control. This time, they were both helplessly, hopelessly in love.
However, once the initial shock over the intensity of their emotions wore off, Grace and Jack began to explore and revel in their deeply passionate relationship. They were both extremely sexual people and their appetites were well matched. They spent hours in bed, forgetting to eat, forgetting to drink, forgetting everything except the feel of each other drenched in sweat pressed so closely together they felt sure they had melded into one. They also spent hours in between talking and sharing dreams, fantasies and desires. Once, Grace mentioned to Jack that as a child she had come from being spanked. Her parents had never spanked her, she explained, but she had convinced one of her friends to play 'House' with her. Her friend was the mommy and she was the naughty little girl. She told Jack that she purposely misbehaved so that mommy would spank her. As soon as she confessed this embarrassing grade-school experience Grace saw Jack's blue-gray eyes darken with lust. She wasn't sure what he was thinking but it was immediately clear to Jack that there was something underneath Grace's cool, confident, controlling exterior that he needed to uncover.
He began barraging her with questions: Had she ever had a lover spank her? Had she touched herself while she was being spanked by her friend? Had she done this more than once? Grace responded in the negative to the first two questions and the positive to the last, her cheeks flaming with shame. Jack thought she looked beyond beautiful with her pale cheeks stained red. He also thought her porcelain white bottom would look even better in that shade.
Slowly, carefully, Jack encouraged Grace to explore this side of herself. He loaned her The Story of O, introduced her to pornography, which, despite her sexual nature she'd never really watched, and bought her her first vibrator. He'd even helped her use it the first time. She was embarrassed and tentative about using it, especially in front of Jack. Never having used one before, she wasn't quite sure what to do. Jack loved watching her masturbate and asked her to do it often. This time he wanted to watch her use her new toy. Naked she sat on the couch, wet and horny, but unsure. Jack looked at her for a minute, feeling his cock start to swell as he stared at the beautiful creature looking up at him like a deer in headlights.
Finally he took pity on her and sat down, pulling her back to his chest. Gently he parted her legs, put his hand over hers and guided the vibe toward her dripping cunt. Resting the toy on the outside of her swollen lips, he held her tight little body close against his chest. He could feel the sexual tension and embarrassment flowing off her and for some reason that aroused him even more. It had the same effect on Grace. The humiliation and shame she felt at being asked to use this toy in front of Jack just made her even hotter. She could tell it was turning Jack on as well- she could feel his hard cock throbbing against her ass. With his left hand he rolled her nipple and pinched hard, when she moaned and bucked her hips he pushed the vibe inside her. Grace arched her back and groaned. The new sensation filled her entire body with a warm humming need to come. She quickly took over and was soon fucking herself violently with the toy. Jack sat there playing with her nipples and watched as she brought herself to her first vibrator induced climax. He loved to watch her play with herself, to watch her come. She was so beautiful, her face contorted into what almost looked like a grimace of pain, her red lips parted, panting, her entire body would convulse and squirm in the most deliciously enticing way. He always had to fuck her after he watched this. Just seeing her come made Jack harder than he could ever remember being. He swore he could come just from watching her.
As their relationship grew, and Grace seemed receptive to new ideas, Jack decided it was time for her first spanking. He was nervous. Though his hands itched to mark the tender virgin flesh of her bottom and though his cock strained in his pants at the thought of whipping her, he was also worried about hurting her. He knew that sometimes reality didn't live up to fantasy and he didn't want to ruin this for either of them. Just as Grace had never had an erotic spanking, Jack had never really administered one either. Sure, he'd given the occasional swat on the upturned bottom of a girlfriend during sex, but this was different. He wasn't sure how to proceed, but he really wanted to give Grace what he was sure she needed.
One night after work, Jack found his opportunity. The two went out for dinner to a nearby restaurant. They had a wonderful evening, the food was good, the drinks were great and the conversation was stimulating as always. Grace teased Jack under the table the whole night and by the time he paid the check he was rock hard and aching to feel her tight little pussy clamped down around cock. On their way back, Jack remembered he needed to stop in the office for a minute and asked Grace to come with him- he didn't want to leave her outside at night by herself. She followed him to his desk and waited patiently while he tinkered around on the computer for a few minutes.
The office was totally dark and with nobody around and the moonlight filtering through the windows the place had an almost soft romantic feel that was very uncharacteristic for the harsh modern building. She leaned casually over, resting her elbows on Jack's desk, and gazed around at the pictures and posters plastered in his cubical. Jack stared at her. His cock still ached in his pants and as he looked at Grace bent over so provocatively, swaying her shapely hips and bottom right in his face, looking so exquisitely beautiful, so sexy, and so naughty, he had the sudden irresistible urge to spank her. The moment was right, he knew it and he wasn't going to let this golden opportunity slip away. Quickly Jack stood and moved behind Grace. Grabbing her hair he twisted her head to the side and kissed her fiercely, possessing her mouth with his, forcing his hot tongue between her lips. Grace was caught off guard but quickly surrendered to his passionate kiss and melted into him. Suddenly, Jack pulled away and pushed her down hard into his desk. Her breasts were mashed against the hard surface, her hands splayed helplessly at her sides, her back arched and her ass propped provocatively up and out.
