Afterwards Amanda didn't regret suggesting to her partner of several years, Greg that she might like to submit to him but as time went on she did start to wonder what the results might be. It had all begun well enough, she had read a little of Fifty Shades of Grey, found it preposterous and then slowly become curious about how it would feel to submit. To suffer because her partner simply decided that she could and should. To be made to do as she was told even if she was scared of or revolted by what she was about to do. To surrender herself completely and perform deeds that filled her with dread. These dark thoughts sent a delightful little shiver down Amanda's spine each and every time she dwelt upon them. So in the end she resolved to talk her desires through with Greg.
It might be tricky. In the past he had never suggested doing anything she really didn't want to, either in bed or out of it. True she wasn't that keen on sucking him all the way to an orgasm and him pumping into her mouth but he only suggested that very occasionally, seldom enough for her to undertake it willingly. And, as she expected him to suck and lick her just about every time they made love, she knew that she ought not to even grumble. When, however, he heard her new set of fantasies, well would he think her weird or perverted? Would he simply change the subject because he was uncomfortable with the conversation? A common tactic of his. Even if he embraced the idea would he have the imagination to see it through? He liked plenty of sex, once or twice a day if possible, well so did she, but it was pretty tame, ordinary stuff. There was, Amanda knew, really only one way to find out.
Slowly Amanda built up the courage to mention her interest to Greg and finally one evening, two thirds of the way through a bottle of wine, she had begun what she imagined would be a difficult conversation. To her surprise Greg had simply listened intently for a while with his head set to one side, then he had grinned wolfishly and told her she was a very wicked girl for even thinking of such things. He had commanded her first to pull down her pants and after that her panties, had grabbed her roughly, wrenched her over to him causing her to lose her balance and twisted her toppling torso across his lap. Once she was held firmly, face down, he had proceeded to spank her bottom with gusto, smacking her bare cheeks over and over again, quickly making her buttocks feel hot and glow bright red as the blood coursed through them.
At first Amanda tolerated her punishment even though Greg's hand really did sting. He was not being in the slightest bit gentle or the least bit considerate. Gradually it dawned upon on her that even though the pain she was feeling was rising rapidly he was not going to let up anytime soon, so she began to protest. Her bum was already on fire and was feeling more sore and tender with every swat. What she had not expected was Greg's reaction to her complaints. He had ordered her to shut up and told her that if she didn't he'd smack her all the harder and, when she began to argue, that's exactly what he did. Thereafter if she spoke, squeaked or squawked or even wriggled or struggled he held her down all the more firmly and struck her with far more vigour. Finally she made one frantic effort to break free but here Greg's hours in the gym had paid off, he was immensely strong. As she fought he not only held her but took up a plastic ruler from her craft bag and used that to larrup her arse instead of his hand. Now he was really hurting her and Amanda quickly learnt to keep really still even though tears were beginning to well up in her eyes.
Finally Amanda could take no more and she broke down sobbing, her body heaving convulsively as she lay bent over Greg's knee enduring the punishment he was meting out to her. As soon as he realised her level of distress Greg stopped instantly, he righted her and folded her in his arms, cradling, comforting and cuddling her. He was so tender and so anxious, despite her throbbing burning bottom Amanda just had to forgive him. Greg was obviously really upset by her reaction, somewhat confused and rather angry with himself. As she wallowed in his strong arms, the tension gradually eased away, she relaxed and they began to kiss. As their passion mounted her soreness subsided until Amanda forgot all about her stinging bum and instead began to concentrate upon what Greg's tongue was up to.
When the kissing... Kissing? When the tongue wrestling ceased the sucking and licking of her neck and nibbling of her earlobes had commenced. This never failed to get Amanda deliciously wet and soggy, to make the pit of her tummy tighten with pleasure, to make her all too well aware of the desires and demands of her sex. Once she was sighing, her pleasure making her take little noisy gulps of air, Greg had eased her away from him a little and undressed her. Now when he held her down helpless it was so that he could force her legs apart as he bit and lapped at her ears whilst simultaneously squeezing her nipples.
'Wicked Greg,' she thought to herself. He was preventing her from easing the longing that just kept on building up in her rapidly moistening sex by stopping her from squeezing her thighs together and thereby massaging her clit. Now when she fought him she was driven by passion and desire rather than, as previously, pain. Once he was finished with her sensitive neck and delicate ears Greg sat her in the chair, knelt before her, swung her legs over his shoulders, lent forwards doubling her up and began to lick, suck on and even softly bite her big, dark pink nipples. Amanda wriggled her hips with frustration, those stiff nipples were delightfully sensitive and, once more, Greg had to use his strength to hold her. But with her pinioned under him like that there was little that she could do except endure as Greg continued to ratchet up her passion, notch by notch.