Amanda

From my position behind her I can see everything. She's stretched out over the chair, pants and underwear tangled in a mess around her knees and ankles, so unlike her. She's usually so put together and composed, but now her shirt is riding up her back, the swell of her hips inviting as they curve down to her backside. The damage I've done is raw and apparent in flushes of dark red and pink, and with the paddle still gripped in my sweating palm, I know it will only get worse.

I still feel choked by my own heartbeat, the rampant chugging of it pulsing through my entire body, but a strange assurance has taken over my body. The fearful tremors have smoothed out, and I'm gliding along the rhythm of the punishment with an ease I cannot question. Arousal and fulfillment grip me now, exacerbated by each crack of the wood against her willing flesh.

I feel no anger, no petty satisfaction, as I force her think about the way she unjustly punished me - only faith that when this ends we'll find each other as we always have. The anticipation of pressing her body to my bed beneath me holds my body on a tenuous thread of self control. I want to plunge into her as I look in her eyes, and fuck her slow and hard until she knows that I forgive her, that I love her more than anything else in the damn world. She's given me such a satisfying redemption more times than I can count, and I want nothing more than to treat her with as much care and passion.

My palm is at her back now, and she knows the paddle will find her flesh again soon. I can see the anticipation in the way her hips squirm, her thighs squeezing and clenching, but she can't hide from me. She's laid bare before my eyes, her pussy flushed and engorged, her arousal twinkling at the parting of her swollen lips. It's hard not to reach out and touch her there immediately, plunging my fingers into her so that she gasps and writhes.

Soon. I tell myself, closing my eyes for half a moment.

When I open them, I bring the paddle to bear, flexing my fingers around the ergonomic handle. Placing the flat of the head against her ass, I pat her softly, but even the barest of touches is a fire to her aching body. She sucks in a sharp breath, her hips ducking inwards.

"Relax." I urge in a quiet murmur, stroking my fingers over her tailbone.

I want her plush cheeks spread out and accepting when I strike her again, and finally, her back sinks back into the arched position at my demand. I can feel her quiver beneath me, and her fingers are taut around the rungs of the chair, knuckles white with the intensity of her grip.

I tap the paddle against her slowly again, and this time, she only hitches a quick breath, pleasing me with her obedience. I bite my lip as the slow burn of pleasure goes through me, following my the sting of anticipation as I draw back my arm.

Crack. I swing, connecting the wood with the lower portion her right buttock.

"Ohhh…" She cries out, her voice trembling as she surges into the chair.

Her ass is clenched tight against the pain for a long moment, and I hesitate to punish her again so quickly. She wanted a deliberate discipline, a focus on the physical pain and humiliation of the spanking, and I've promised myself to give it to her though my restraint holds on with slipping fingertips.

She slips back down, her face ducking into the chair as she urges her hips back towards me. A swell of pleasure rises inside me at her eagerness, and I slide my hand up to the middle of her back, defining the arch her spine. She trembles beneath me, and I give her another lashing, applying a further measure of strength to the blow. A shock of red bursts across her flesh, and she lunges beneath me, releasing a ragged cry.

"Sh, sh…" I murmur to her as her sides heave with gasps beneath my palm.

I let her ride the wave of pain until she sags, and I slip in closer to her, winding my arm around her waist. We still have a dozen more spankings left, and I want her to feel the steadiness of my body, even if I can't cradle her as we began.

"I've got you." I whisper, spreading my fingers over her quivering belly.

She nods slowly against the chair, her hair shifting about her face in copper waves.

"Good girl." I praise her, softly, knowing the satisfaction that it brings me when she does so.

I'm unconcerned with her struggles to accept the punishment, physically and mentally. She may hold herself to a certain standard of perfection, but I know better. I know how fucking hard it is to kneel and accept what is happening, and all I care about is the fact that she is here at all. All I want is to take care of her.

Holding her steadily against me, I swat her again, feel her jerk against me. She's tense for a long moment, and I can feel the cry swelling in chest.

"Let it out, baby." I murmur to her.

I'd ordered her not to speak for the majority of the encounter, but the lesson has already been taught, and my ears are thirsty now for her voice. She's coming close to unwinding in my hands, and I'd only be blessed to bear witness.

I can hear her breathing heavily, a moan beginning to thread into each exhale though I know she won't burst out with emotion immediately. I need to lead her there.

Shifting my weight, I bring my knee up beneath her hips where the support of the chair is lacking, and I feel her belly quiver against me. I draw my forearm across her back with enough pressure hold her still through the ensuing minutes.

It's almost over, and the tethers of my self control are thin and tenuous. With my pussy throbbing with orgasmic intensity I am aching for the time of punishment to reach its end and for the time of pleasure to begin. I can feel that she's just as needy by the sound of her whispers, the shudders racking her whole body, the beautiful, flushed display between her legs.

Flexing my fingers around the paddle, I line it up against her ass again, signaling the commencement of the final leg of the punishment. She tenses beneath me, clenching the rungs of the chair so hard that she elicits a groan from the wood.

Hold on, baby. I think, my stomach aching with pure arousal as I pull back the paddle.

The crack of it meeting her flesh shatters the thundering of my heartbeat in my ears, and I feel her jerk against my leg. This time I don't hesitate.

She understands. I can feel her repentance seeping through the tears on cheeks and the sweat lining her spine. Her resistance is gone, washed away beneath a tide of contrition and forgiveness, and what anger I've held onto with scrabbling fingertips is drowning too. I eagerly let it be torn from me, and I feel like I'm being spread open wide for the deluge of warmth and love that our union has always brought me.

My body is shaking as I bring the paddle sharply across her backside, chasing the punishment towards it's fulfilling end. She rises and falls with me, her voice breaking through the air with beautiful, ragged intensity.

"Amanda, Amanda….Manda…." She's groaning and panting my name, and I've never heard her say it like this before.

She broken completely before me, and I see her now as she must see me; and in seeing her I see myself. The picture it paints before my face brings sharp tears to my eyes because I realize now that we could only ever find ourselves in each other's arms. There is no error so fatal or divide so deep that it could rip us apart. She is perfect in her imperfections, and I her complete counterpart.

Emotions seizes me, and I know I've lost count of the spankings, but I don't care anymore. The number is insignificant.

I toss the paddle to the ground, let it roll and clank against the floor. She's panting and whimpering beneath me as fold on top of her. I sink my face into her hair, wrapping my arms around her. She is soft and trembling, and I cannot stop the words from welling up in my throat.

"I love you, I love you, I love you…."

Her body lapses beneath me as she realizes the punishment is over. I can hear her drawing shaky breaths as she struggles to answer me.

"I...I…"

Her voice is small and husky, so different from her tone as dominant, but I don't let it dull my perception of her. She is strong, so strong.

"...love you…" She finally manages, causing an intense wave of pleasure and happiness to clench my chest.

I wrap my arms tighter around her, squeezing her warm flesh in my palms, my fingers seeking beneath the edges of her shirt. I feel her belly quiver as I slip my hand up to her chest. She's mercifully naked underneath, and I find the warm swell of breast with ease. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I feel her nipple tightening in my palm.

"Let me take you to the bed." I whisper in her ear, pressing kisses into her sweet-smelling hair.

I won't lie and say that aftercare is first on my mind, but I have just enough restraint left to attempt the proper comfort after such an intense round of discipline. She is always so careful and determined in her actions when she is my master, but as she trembles beneath me, I hear her give a whine of disagreement.

"'Manda…" She whispers, raspy and insistent. "T-take me...here…"

"Liv, I need to-" I begin.

"Please." She cuts me off with a desperate tone, her head sinking down against the chair.

Interrupting her orders might've earned me another spanking, but as I stare down her lowered head and weak, quivering posture, I feel myself crumble. I don't care which I am to her - dominant or submissive - I just want to be hers and she mine.

My heart is slamming against my ribs as I slide away from her. Sinking back onto my heels, I let my hand, quaking with adrenaline, drift down to her ass. Her flesh is red and puffy, sensitive to my touch. I hear her breath in, quick and sudden, as I skim my palm over her buttock before grasping and spreading her open. She moans as I assert my other hand to her opposite cheek. She shifts, eagerly planting her knees apart to allow my eyes the viewing pleasure of her gushing, engorged pussy.

"Jesus, you're so beautiful." I whisper breathlessly, my own body clenching and throbbing with desire.

She groans in response, digging her head further into the crook of her arm as I draw out the simple torture of my gaze upon her swollen parts. I can almost see her flesh pulsing with fresh arousal and my insides seize in tandem. My mouth waters sharply, thirsty for the taste of her that awaits me at the well of her wetness. Tilting my lips to her intimate ones, I let my tongue explore her opening. The taste of her explodes across my sense and she goes taut beneath me, groaning aloud at the first touch. Her visceral reactions inspire me, and I press my tongue along her slit, tracing the soft entrance down to the taut bud of her clitoris

"Amanda…" She cries out, her voice near a sob as she reaches back to grab for me.

Her fingers catch my wrist, and I can feel each digit trembling and clenching hard enough to bruise me. I hope in the morning I find her fingerprints there, evidence of the way I pleasured her into madness.

Squeezing her buttocks tighter, I dip my tongue into her, shallowly breaching her quivering entrance, once then twice until she releases another sharp cry. Her body is quaking as though she'll break beneath me, but I don't let her go. Swirling my tongue down again, I seize her swollen clit, sucking it deep into my mouth. She rocks hard into the chair, and the legs creak against the floor above her ragged cries. I nearly lose my grasp on her, but with my heart raging in my chest, my arousal peaking at torturous heights, I drag her back with one intention - to make her come, long and hard.

Releasing the suction of my lips, I press my tongue directly to her clit, and scrub around the pulsing flesh. She cries out again, and this time, she arches back into my touch. Her hips twitch and grind in short, spastic motions as I keep the pressure hard and steady, forcing her towards orgasm.

I'm panting and breathless, my jaw aching and burning when I feel her going rigid beneath me. Ignoring the way my muscles are screaming, I circle my tongue hard against her clit as the final stages of the orgasm take hold of her.

Her whole body goes taut, and for a long moment she hardly even breathes before it all gives way. Then like a tidal wave, she's swept away, helplessly trembling and writhing to the tune of the orgasm.

Rising from behind her, I slide my hand between her legs, and taste her on my lips as I finish her. I watch her back ripple with pleasure, her hair tossed in shimmering, amber waves around her shoulders and head. To me, she is the perfect image of a lover, my lover.

I murmur soft encouragements as she slumps against the chair, wrecked and spent. Arousal is thick in my throat, surging through my veins as I watch the orgasm fade into a thrumming afterglow. My fingers massage her pussy slowly, nursing the last of the pleasure, and I shudder because she's so soft, so wet. She whimpers at my touch, squirming with sensitivity in the wake of the climax, but I gently prod her entrance. She draws a stiff breath, her fingers tightening around the rungs of the chair as I slowly work my two fingers into her. Her muscles are pliable and lax from the release, but she clenches as my digits sink deep into her.

"O-oh…." The halting exclamation leaves her lips on the note of a breathless whine, titillating my ears again.

I give her a slow, long thrust that's as gentle as it is torturous. I want her to feel every second of me inside of her, claiming her.

"Amanda, please…" She utters in a low groan, and it arouses me to hear her beg.

As my fingers draw back, then dip in again, she sinks back against me, seating herself on my fingers in a firm thrust that causes her to cry out and quiver.

"Jesus…." I whisper, almost inaudibly as the breath comes close to leaving my lungs.

The sight of her so needy for me blends red hot desire into my bursting veins, and I grab her hip, penetrating her again. She gasps, nearly collapsing as I find her the perfect spot inside her. She tightens around my fingers, but it only makes me want to spread her open wider. Panting with wild, uncontrollable desire, I draw back and press my third finger into her, urging her body to accept. At first, her passage cinches before she bears down upon my hand, moaning aloud as she takes in the width of my hand. Her fingers claw up the back of the chair, her broad shoulders and toned muscles flexing in delicious curves.

My body is burning from the inside out, stinging my every nerve ending at the image of her impaled on my hand. I am determined to drive over this edge to which she clings, to destroy her completely as she falls.

Clenching my fingers around her hip, I start a steady, deep rhythm, watching as she desperately rocks back into my hand, seeking the fulfillment that her body so ardently desires.

I wonder again at her perspective as I gain increasing pleasure from holding her climax in the palm of my hand, and I come to the conclusion that I would not have the strength to withstand this temptation of her laid out before me. I would be weak, folding to my desires to pin her down and fuck her into mindless oblivion at every turn. I do not have the discipline or patience to be so composed, and I realize that I don't want to. This is enough. Just having her here beneath me this one glorious time is more than I could have ever asked for.

I hear my own breathing come faster on top of her own raspy ones, and my hand moves faster. I can feel her gushing around my fingers, the evidence of her pleasure as she begins to meet my fingers with desperate thrusts of her hips. A wave of powerful arousal seizes me, and I groan out with her as she pierces herself again and again, hardly in need of my direction. I feel almost crazed by the image, watching my fingers fuck into her swollen, wet hole, and with a ragged moan, I hunch over her, wrapping my arm tight around her waist. She cries out as I bring her passionate thrusting to a halt, and seat my fingers deep into her. Her hips squirm in my embrace, but I cannot let her go. My fingers are tight around her, digging into soft warm flesh as pump into her, hard and fast with the single intention of breaking her upon my hand. A string of unintelligible exclamations leave her lips, and then she's writhing beneath me, choking over sobs as the second orgasm takes her, and shatters her before me.

I hold on to her shuddering frame, my face buried in her hair as I fuck her into the blissful aftermath. She collapses under me again, her hips finally sinking downwards, and I with her. My muscles are aching and burning with exertion, though my fingers are regretful to leave the hot alcove between her legs.

I lapse against her, and listen to our inhales and exhales wind together in a raspy melody until finally, her body releases my hand. She whimpers softly as I withdraw my fingers, soaked with her arousal.

"You're so good…." I murmur huskily in her ear, dipping my hand beneath her shirt.

I cannot help but reach higher as she trembles delicately. I hear her suck in a quick breath as my fingers reach her nipple again, drawing her own orgasmic juices across her pebbled flesh. I kiss her shoulder, so hungry for her despite the fresh fulfillment of her on my hand. After the tumult of the previous days, I feel starved for her, malnourished of her love.

She whimpers as my fingertips wetly tease her nipple, a shudder washing down her body. My breath is heavy in her ear, and the ache in my body is almost unbearable. I know I should hold her and comfort her now, but I can scarcely think beyond the curves and planes of her body beneath my dancing fingers.

"Amanda…" She breathes, creating shivers down my spine.

She tilts her head back against my shoulder and my mouth reaches for her neck. My lips close around the pulsing of her throat, and she arches in my embrace, a low moan rising from her lips. She reaches up suddenly and grabs my hand from her breast, dragging it downwards to the soft hair curling at the junction of her thighs. Hot desire seizes me as she pairs our fingers against her engorged clit, and I feel her arousal all over again. I can see down the front of her body to where our intertwined hands have begun to glide between her legs, and the sight is almost more than I can take.

"Oh, god…" I whisper, my mouth failing against her throat. "Liv… Jesus… I…."

She interrupts my halting whispers with a trembling moan, her hips arching up against my hand. She presses the pads of my fingers hard against her throbbing, slick clit, and I clench my eyes shut, scrubbing hard. Then I feel her lunge against me, and she comes again. I can hardly breathe as she bucks in pleasure, and the ache at the center of my body tightens down further as though an imaginary hand were touching me there. I can feel the spasms rippling through my clitoris, deep into my body, and I begin to gasp, grappling at her body as I flail at the edge of orgasm.

"Liv...Liv…" I cry out breathlessly, desperately pleading for her to do something, anything. "God, I'm gonna…."

"'Manda…" I hear her panting, then the chair creaking as she shoves it away.

My vision is bursting as she turns towards me and my wide, helpless gaze meets her dark, desirous one.

"Come here, baby." She whispers, and my muscles go slack.

I collapse back onto the floor, splayed out and weak, the ceiling spinning over head. I feel her between my legs, fingers tearing at my pants. She takes them down in one quick yank, and my heart slams up against my ribs, sheer anticipation taking what air is left in my lungs.

"Oh, god, oh, god…" My voice is but a whimper in my ears

My hands fly to my face as she takes my leg and spreads me open. Then her fingers are touching me, for the first time in so many, long, agonizing days, splitting me open to the invasion of her inside me.

t I can hardly stand the feeling of her touching me and yet at the same time it is not enough.

Her fingers circle entrance, coaxing me open before they slide into me suddenly and completely. I gasp sharply, my hips jarring upwards.

"Jesus...fuck…" I sob into my hands as I try to process the feeling of her fingers stretching me open and pressing deep into the most tender parts of me.

I hardly manage to comprehend even an iota before she's curling her fingers into my g-spot and thrusting deliberately. She barely rocks into me twice before the pleasure comes so fast and hard that for a moment I can't even scream. Then it grows white hot inside me, racing across my nerve endings with fiery domination, leaving nothing untouched. My vision blacks out before bursting with color and I hear myself sobbing, feel my body writhing helplessly to the touch of her hand.

For a long minute I hardly feel like a person with flesh and blood boundaries, but rather an entity of endless pleasure, transcending beyond the physical experience and into something holy. When I finally begin to float back to earth, I am dazed, my flesh embodiment throbbing and sizzling in the wake of the climax.

My gaze opens up to my apartment ceiling, and she bent down against me, her forehead pressed to my stomach. She kisses my belly, slowly and deliberately, causing butterflies to bloom within. Her fingers are still inside me and I bite down on my lower as the feeling of them resting there creates fresh spasms of desire.

"Liv…" I whisper, my fingers curling slowly into her hair as I clench my eyes shut.

My hips flex down against her hand, and I breathe out a trembling sigh as she gives me a slow thrust. Her mouth drags wetly down my stomach towards my groin, and I draw my legs up wider, a silent invitation for her to fall between them. With her fingers pumping shallowly into my pussy, she breathes a hot exhale over my throbbing clit. It's a slow torturous foreplay that leaves me dangling on the edge, wanting desperately to beg for more, but also masochistically enjoying the exquisite pleasure.

Sliding down onto her stomach, she cradles my leg over one shoulder and inclines her mouth to the core of my aching being.

"Oh…." I choke out, clenching her hair harder as she fingers me and sucks down on my clitoris in tandem.

For the second time I don't know how I will last for more than a minute. The pleasure is already seizing deep inside me, pleading with my body to follow.

Claiming her head in both my hands, I arch into her, roughly directing her mouth in heedance of my desires.

Had it been any other night I wouldn't dare to be so demanding with her, but for now I discard my hesitance. She is mine, and with her knelt before me, I understand her worship as means it to be - a final act of submission.

With her lips and tongue, she serves me, and when my eyes roll back, the sky furls open above me in all it's cosmic glory. What I feel could only be described as heavenly, and she my angel guiding me towards paradise. My whole being explodes, and she cradles me tight, transporting me past our earthly existence and into a plane of otherworldly pleasure. There we exist together as I one, and I forget everything.

The bitter taste of resentment is washed from the back of my throat with the sweetness of redemption. The past fades away from me, and our week of torment drifts into a distant memory. I've forgiven her.