Hello you naughty girls and boys.
In relationships as well as life there are certain turning points; pivotal moments which change the course in some way. This short series will cover some of those important moments between Mandy and Doug. In this story Doug learns he isn't the only one to receive rewards; and when Mandy earns a very special reward, Doug is the one to pay the price.
WARNING, PLEASE READ: While many people have enjoyed and favorited chapters in the Mandy series, unfortunately it has also received the most comments or feedback of disappointment as to the relationship between Mandy and Doug. Thus I felt the need to add this warning.
The male character of the series, Doug, WILL NOT BE TREATED FAIRLY.
This was never meant to be an example of a real life D/s relationship. This is fiction. This series is heavier in the NonCon than most of my stories and it is in that category for a reason. This isn't a romance. To those who say this isn't a healthy portrayal of a loving couple; it isn't meant to be.
If that ruins the story for you then please just skip the series and try something else. If you're not sure how you feel about it you are welcome to read on, but please don't then give the story a poor rating or complain that Doug should have left, or worse, that he should retaliate with some form of abuse.
Now to those still interested in reading about how Mandy gets what she wants, please read on.
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I first dated Mandy when we were in school together and I felt quite lucky to be going out with her. Some guys would have called her chubby, but I liked that she had big boobs and a nice round butt. And, truth be told, I knew I wouldn't have a chance with any cheerleader types. Mandy was still very sexy and I was happy to be in a relationship.
I soon found out Mandy didn't feel as lucky to have found me. It's not that she didn't like me and we didn't have fun together; we did. But I could tell she sometimes thought dating me was a favor and she never her saw herself as less than any of the other girls. But she stuck with me.
And more than that, she was very supportive and encouraging. In college she was always helping me with classwork and pushing me to do better. One time we even made a game out of my grades and I would earn rewards for each 'A' I received. I earned a night of sucking on her boobs and another reward was the first time we showered together.
We dated a long time before we ever had sex, and when we did Mandy was on top. And after that she was usually on top. We tried some different positions and sometimes she was in the mood for something particular, but more often than not we came back to her being on top. I didn't mind. She was sexy as hell and with her on top I would get those boobs in my face when she leaned over. Sometimes she would even playfully slap my face with her boobs, or trap me between them so I could barely breathe.
It was a special day for me when we got our apartment together. That's when it really hit me that we might be together for life. But Mandy was quick to let me know that an apartment wasn't marriage. In fact she felt it was more of a proving ground. I hadn't won her, rather this was a chance for me to show her what a good husband I could be someday if things went that far.
So it wasn't a time for me to lie around the apartment, play games, and have sex whenever I wanted it. No, Mandy was still pushing me to make the grades and secure a good job. She also had plenty of chores for me do to around the apartment. And of course she was the one who divvied up the chores in the first place. Sure she gave herself an easier half, but I was the man of the place and it only seemed fair for me to do the heavy lifting.
And Mandy also decided to work out a new reward system. Actually it was a punishment and reward system. So for example, if I did a good job on a special project she had for me, she might make me dinner or take me out to dinner. Or she might spend the whole day in the nude. But if I didn't finish something on my list, I got a spanking.
It was all pretty hot, though the spankings quickly became more and more serious than the playful slaps I received the first time and soon I was making sure no chores were left undone. Still, I was getting things done and looking forward to my rewards. To earn more rewards she moved more of the regular chores to my list. Soon I was doing all the housework and some of the chores wouldn't earn a reward, only a punishment for failure.
Still I was getting enough rewards and I felt good knowing I was able to accomplish so much. I was feeling secure that I was proving my worth to her and I was wanting more and more to spend a lifetime of receiving her rewards. Life was good.
Mandy also helped me find a job and we talked a lot about what would work best, what would give us the right benefits and what I would be able to find. With a lot of encouragement, some might even say pressure, I was able to land a really nice job. One of the perks was that I could do a lot of work from home and I had some flexibility in my schedule. I still had to go into the office a few days a week, but it was more than I would have hoped for.
It wasn't long after that when Mandy decided to add a reward program for herself. Up to this point the rewards and punishments had only been about me and what chores and projects I was accomplishing. It really hadn't occurred to me at the time that this was in any way one-sided. But that generally benefitted Mandy as she had less and less chores to do and she never feared any punishments.
But something changed and she decided she needed some rewards of her own. I couldn't really argue with that. She again was in charge of coming up with the tasks and rewards. It was really quite loose at first. She would mention that she had spent too much money lately and that for the next week if she could spend less than x amount she was entitled to a certain reward.
The first few were nothing really special. She earned a full body massage from me, which I was happy to give. The only downside was that afterwards she wanted a nap rather than the sex I was eager for. Another was me taking her out to a fancy and expensive restaurant, which seemed to contradict the need to save money.
But the real blow came a few weeks later. She decided that the next reward would be for me to provide oral sex all night. I don't even recall what she had to do to earn the reward. Now very early in our relationship we had talked about oral sex and we had both decided it wasn't for us. Mandy had no interest in blowjobs and for me the thought of going down on her or any woman made me think of a wet dog.
So we had agreed on no oral sex. Our lips would still travel other areas of the body and we were both okay with necks, chests, earlobes, and such. And with my rewards program and Mandy occasionally walking around nude I wasn't missing the blowjobs. Actually I never had one, so what was there to miss.
But now this was looming over me. We had some discussion which became something of an argument before Mandy stopped it and made a clear sign of her disappointment in me. My rewards were all canceled for a week and for days we hardly talked. If we had had a doghouse, that's where I would have been. I didn't have to sleep on the couch but the bed wasn't a warm and loving space.
So it should come as no surprise that Mandy reached her goal. She told me matter-of-factly that afternoon and then said she would be on the couch at 6pm. She said nothing more and we didn't discuss it. I spent the rest of the day in trepidation. We hadn't resolved the issue and it seemed clear she was still expecting her reward. She had already been so cold that week and I didn't want to think of what she might do or say if I refused.
So a little before six o'clock I came into the living room to find Mandy sitting on the couch. She didn't look at me directly and she most certainly wasn't in a playful mood. I slowly walked over to the couch. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to talk this out.
