Amy was slumped on one of the sofas and Adam sat down next to her.
“So, how are you feeling?”
She sighed loudly. “I feel lousy.”
“I hear you had quite a party last night.”
“Yeah, but I'm suffering for it now.”
Adam shrugged. “You deserve to be.”
“I know that, but you don't have to gloat.”
He smirked at her, feeling satisfied.
There was a long silence while Amy was plucking up the courage to ask him something. She stared at her fingers, twisting one of the gold rings she was wearing. Adam knew exactly what was going to happen, and he waited patiently.
“I want the rules back,” she said eventually.
Adam tried to look surprised. “Oh, and why is that?
“I thought I was better off without them.”
“But you aren't are you?”
“Do you know why?”
She shook her head. “Tell me, please.”
“Because you need structure in your life, you need order and discipline to keep you level headed and sensible.”
“You’re saying I need all the things that you provided me with before I opted out.”
“Yes, Amelia, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Amy turned to face him and saw the smug look on his face. “You're enjoying this aren't you?”
He smiled at her. “Maybe a little. I was sure that you'd come around to my way of thinking sooner or later.”
She stared at her fingers again. “So can we go back to the rules?”
Adam's mouth twisted as he considered her request. “I'm not sure. I've got used to this new way of doing things.”
Her head shot around, her eyes were imploring him, begging. “Please. I can't go on like this anymore.”
He dropped his gaze and a dark expression formed. “Do you promise to live by my rules?”
“Yes.” She nodded sincerely.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied timidly as butterflies took flight in her stomach. She was inwardly praying that he would go back to the way things were.
“That’s better. So when do you want the rules to start?”
“Can they start now, please?”
Adam wanted to prolong her agony; to make her wait until she was on her knees begging, but the pitiful look on her face made him crumble. She had such a hold on him that he couldn’t tease her any longer. “OK.” He nodded.
“Thank you!” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Will you do something else for me?”
“Sure. What is it?”
Amy took a deep breath. “I want you to spank me.”
He shook his head. “That's not going to happen.”
“What? Why not?” Her eyes were wide.
“Because you didn't ask me properly. You've already forgotten at least two of the rules.”
Her face flushed pink. “I’m sorry. Would you spank me please, Sir?”
“That's better. I'll be very happy to spank you, but first I want you to do something for me.”
“OK.” She nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll do anything.”
“Go and stand in that corner.” He pointed to the corner nearest to them.
“What?” she gaped.
“You heard me, Miss Beaumont. Go over there and stand in the corner facing the wall. Hands on the top of your head.”
“I take it you are joking.”
“Do I look like I'm joking?”
Amy frowned at him for a moment, but no trace of humour was evident on his face. “No, but this is the sort of thing they used to do at school!”
“Well, if you're going to behave like a child I'm going to treat you like one.”
By now the situation seemed totally surreal. “But how long do I have to stay there for?”
“Until I say you can come out.”
“Yes but when will-“
“I don't want to hear another sound out of you, Amelia,” he interrupted. “How can I trust you to obey my rules when you behave like this?”
Amy squared up to him and then did the only thing that seemed right. She dropped to her knees and assumed the submissive position.
Adam frowned down at her, hardly believing his eyes. She was perfectly still and silent, a picture of submissive perfection.
He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. “I’m glad you remember your training. I expect to see a lot more of this obedient side.”
“Yes, Sir,” she almost whispered.
“Now I want you to go and stand in that corner. Go.”
Amy reluctantly walked over into the corner of the room, her legs were like jelly and her stomach was in knots. She felt totally humiliated and embarrassed, but determined to prove to him that she could behave well and do as she was told.
“Hands on your head,” he instructed. “Feet slightly apart.” He moved her arms and legs into the correct position, and then stood back and studied her. “Good,” he nodded. “Are you going to behave yourself now?”
She nodded obediently. It all felt so surreal, but here she was standing in the corner like an errant child.
“You're going to stay here just like this for 15 minutes, and you're not going to move or make a sound. Understand?”
She nodded again.
It took all of Amy’s resolve and willpower to keep still. She longed to look around and see where Adam was. She didn't even know if he was still in the room, but she resisted the urge to find out and kept her head pressed up against the wall. The minutes dragged by and felt like hours. Her legs itched infuriatingly but went unscratched. She was determined to prove that she could obey Adam no matter how difficult it was.
Eventually she heard a movement behind her, and then felt a hand on her shoulder turning her around. She submissively hung her head and stared at Adams feet, wondering what he was thinking.
Unbeknown to Amy Adam smiled at her. He felt proud of her achievement and determination, but didn't intend to congratulate her just yet. He had a very important job to do, and he planned to enjoy it. Adam placed his hands on either side of her face and stared deep into her eyes.
"Ready to make amends are we?"
Amy stared nervously at him, not daring to move or speak.
"You're allowed to answer me now," he told her.
"Yes, Sir," she all but whispered.
He smiled knowingly at her, and then took her by the hand and led her over to the sofa. He sat down on the edge of the sofa and gazed up at Amy, her face was flushed and she was trembling.
"Take off your clothes."
Amy opened her mouth as if to question or argue, he wasn't sure which, but she thought better of it and obediently began to undress.
She took her time, first pulling off her sweater, and then her socks and jeans. Finally she removed her bra, and slipped off her panties. Adam watched with fascination as she performed her tantalizing striptease, he hardly even blinked as her beautiful body was stripped bare in front of him. His gaze fell upon her neat landing strip of pubic hair, and he felt an all too familiar stirring in his pants. Adam tried to curb his sexual appetite, but it was impossible. This girl was damn sexy and he simply could not resist her.
After neatly folding her clothes Amy placed them on the coffee table and turned to face Adam again. She saw more than a glimmer of approval on his face and felt confident that she was doing well. The next part was going to be tough though.
Adam caught hold of her left hand and tugged hard, pulling Amy down and across his lap in one swift movement. She felt winded briefly, but managed to shuffle into a more comfortable position. Her heart was pounding so quickly in her chest that she thought it might burst, and the sound of blood rushing through her ears was almost deafening.
Adam gazed down at his gorgeous naked girl. Her skin was flawless and pale, and he couldn't resist the urge to tenderly stroke her back. Her hair had fallen in a tousled mess, so he smoothed it to one side, revealing her face. She had a hint of a smile, but it didn't conceal the fear in her eyes. His hand followed the curve of her back all the way down to her magnificent behind. He caressed each cheek and then ran his fingers down the cleft making her squirm. She expected a smack and the order to keep still, but it never came. Adam continued down the back of her right thigh to her knee, and then his fingers travelled up the back of her left thigh until it reached her behind again. He paused briefly to squeeze her left cheek, and then brought his hand down hard across the centre of her backside.
Amy let out a squeal and her legs bucked. The slap had stung and taken her off guard. There was a burning heat across both cheeks and she clenched them tightly, trying to ease the sting. If only he'd rub it better.
The tortuous process began again. Adam caressed her behind then raised his hand. Amy tensed waiting for the slap, but instead Adam caressed her back. Just as Amy relaxed the smack landed hard across her behind. She let out another squeal but this time Adam admonished her.
"Quiet!" He ordered.
Amy swallowed hard and buried her face in the throw, using it to muffle her gasps and moans of pain. Her backside was burning already, and he'd only smacked her twice. How many more were to come?
Adam resumed caressing her back and thighs and then eventually rubbed her bottom. It felt soothing and gentle and Amy sighed with relief, but it was short lived as Adam delivered an even harder smack. Amy cried out despite her best efforts.
"I said quiet." Adam scolded. His eyes were narrowed as he studied his handiwork. The centre of Amy’s behind was a deep shade of pink; it was a stark contrast to the rest of her pale skin. While Amy was trying to control her actions Adam smacked her again, harder and in exactly the same spot. There was a muffled cry but Amy remained stoic. This was going well and Adam was impressed, but now it was time to up the tempo and really test her.
"Your behind is a beautiful shade of pink. It looks lovely. Pink really suits you." He gently caressed both cheeks. "I wonder if red suits you too." He already knew that it did, but his comment had the desired effect of making Amy tremble. "How many have you had now?'
"Four, Sir," she replied quietly, her voice shaky.
"I'm going to give you six more, and these will be fast. I want you to stay silent and still, understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she breathed.
"Keep your hands in front of you. If you reach back or make a sound I'll start all over again. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir." Her eyes were clenched shut in preparation. She knew this was going to sting like crazy but she had to obey him.
Adam gripped her tightly and then spanked her hard six times. He landed each smack right in the centre of her behind again, and they were in rapid succession. Amy held her breath throughout and gripped the throw. Her legs were rigid and her toes curled. It was a long while after Adam stopped that Amy drew breath again. Her behind was on fire and tears had formed in her eyes.
"Red does suit you," Adam observed with a smirk. He gazed at Amy adoringly as she writhed and fidgeted over his lap. Her long legs were still crossed at the ankle but her thighs were parted now, he had a clear view of her labia and could see she was getting wet. He ran his hand over her bottom. "There's a lot of heat coming off your ass. Give me your hand."
Amy reached back with her right hand and Adam guided it across her bottom.
"Feel the heat?"
The heat coming off her behind was incredible. "Yes, Sir but I can also feel something else."
"Oh, and what's that?"
Much to Adams surprise Amy reached back with her left hand. She slid it slightly underneath her and grabbed his erection. He hadn't realised she could feel it pressing into her belly. He longed for her to rub and stimulate him but he had to play out this task.
"You are a very bad girl, Amelia."
"Yes I know, Sir. I'd like to make it up to you."
"And how exactly do you intend to do that?"
"By fucking you with my mouth."
Adam had to contain a gasp. She wasn't usually so brazen and it completely threw him. Amy had managed to turn this around and take control of the situation, and he had to regain authority over her. His manhood throbbed uncomfortably and he ached to be inside her. He could smell Amy’s arousal and the atmosphere was electric. It took a moment for him to focus.
"That's an interesting proposal, but I need to finish with you first. You've had ten so you still have another two to go. The same rules apply and if you disobey me I will start the whole thing all over again. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied quietly. She had hoped her sexual advances would spare her any more spanking, but it hadn't quite gone to plan. She reluctantly braced herself.
Adam smirked at her, knowing his little minx was trying to outplay him. He gripped her tightly and delivered the last two smacks. They were so hard that Amy felt winded and the sting was overwhelming, but this time Adam rubbed her behind immediately and soothed the burn.
After a few minutes he leaned back and raised his hands. "Ok, young lady, time for you to make it up to me."
Amy looked back at him and then manoeuvred herself off his lap; she positioned herself so that she was kneeling between his legs. She looked like up at him nervously, but he gave her a reassuring smile that gave her the confidence to proceed.
After caressing him through his sweat pants, she managed to tug them down along with his boxers. His erection sprang free. It never failed to impress her. Amy took it in her hands and began squeezing and twisting it, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Adam threw his head back and moaned loudly. He relinquished himself to her gladly as she shielded her teeth with her lips and began to suck hard.
She was good at this, really good and a few seconds later Adam could already feel himself getting close.
He didn't want to come so soon though, so he tightly gripped Amy’s hair and began controlling the pace. She fought against it at first, but then realised why he was doing it and gladly let him take control. Maybe this was part of the test?
There were low guttural moans coming from Adam as he released Amy and allowed her to take charge again.
The sexual stimulation was so intense that he was now desperate for his release, and moments later it came huge and powerful. Adam cried out and his body bucked under Amy as she drained every drop from him.
A while later Adam got his breath back and smiled adoringly down at Amy. He took her head in his hands. "My beautiful girl, my amazing and talented beautiful girl."
Amy beamed at him and he kissed her passionately, their tongues explored each other and he tasted his ejaculate. When he eventually leaned back he gripped her under the arms and pulled her up so she was sitting astride his lap. He held her tightly for a while and then lifted her up, gently easing her back down onto his erection.
“Ready so soon?” she teased, but now it was Amy’s turn to moan, and she closed her eyes, relishing the sensation.
Adam gripped her behind and moved her up and down, setting a steady rhythm. She was lost in her own world of sexual pleasure and her whole body was tingling.
"Lean back baby," Adam instructed. She did and seconds later a smile beamed across her face. "That's it," Adam grinned, knowing he was now stimulating her g spot.
"Oh my God!' she cried, "That’s amazing." She continued to move up and down, feeling her orgasm building through her thighs and stomach. Then it closed in around her and her whole body tensed. Her orgasm exploded around her and she let out a long and high pitched cry.
Everything went dark and quiet. Eventually there were sounds of breathing and when Amy opened her eyes Adam was grinning boyishly at her.
"That was incredible," she gasped as she collapsed against him.
"That was your reward."
"My reward?" she frowned.
"For being such a good and obedient girl."
"Did I do well then?"
"Baby, you were perfect."
Amy smiled tearfully. "I will try to behave myself, I promise."
"I know you will, and you'll have a great incentive, because if you don't I'll be working on a darker shade of red."
Amy blushed furiously and buried her head in his shoulder. "If I'm good can we have sex like this again please, Sir?"
"Oh most definitely!"