TheDarkestShinobi: I want to thank everyone for their reviews and support! I received a few reviews I wanted to address. The first is about this being only a smut fic. I do not know the intentions of you lovely readers but I always intended for this to be a story with plot and a functioning BDSM relationship, including sex, power dynamics, punishment (there will be a spanking [may be a little intense for some readers] in this chapter) and more. This was never intended to be just a smut fic and it will not be.

Orgasm denial is something that some people choose to do, I personally have and Sheldon and Amy will. Sheldon does not find pleasure in her misery but his control.

The second is without a long build up almost anything involving Sheldon and sex will seem IC at times. Amy has never been 'equal' to Sheldon in their relationship. He takes and takes and she pushes to get more from him. There will be her weird moment and maybe her freaking out later, I haven't decided yet, but she's still in a stage of disbelief and coming into her own this way.

It is okay to feel how you feel and I'm not trying to attack reviews but just to be upfront with you lovely readers. This will have plot. This will have smut. This will have orgasm denial and punishments and fights. It will address the others not taking the Shamy seriously at times and it will address Amy's confidence.

The other is the pubic hair, some people have issues with it, some don't, I decided to make Sheldon someone who wouldn't want it. He likes things very clean and shaven.

Thank you for your reviews and hope this (really long) author's note has cleared things up a bit. Keep the love up and I will keep dishing out this lovely fic!

Start

Sheldon was supposed to go over to her place last night, but Leonard's unexpected car trouble and Penny's shift ruined everything. He called Amy to give her his apologies, and she said she understood, even though her tone was cold and clipped. He knew she must be a mess of nerves, so he planned to stop by her place after work today. He's going to make her cum on his lips and fingers and then once more when he's inside of her.

Sheldon has to reach down and adjust himself in his office as that thought. He is not as immune to his biological urges as he would have everyone think. Less so now that he has the memories of Amy in his mind. He lets out a deep breath as he glances to the clock. He only has to wait until tonight; then he would satisfy the both of them and be able to add to the ever growing knowledge he has about his Amy.

Yes. His Amy. He looks fondly at her name but it doesn't compare to His Amy. My Amy.

He pictures her face laughing so hard her glasses shift. He pictures her hand on his and the way her eyes shift after his kisses her. Yes, his Amy. He remembers her head thrown back in abandon from his spot between her legs and the way her face looks when she comes. Mine. Mine. Always. Now and-

He pauses, watching the hands on the clock. She was his, and, perhaps more importantly, he was hers for as long as she would have him, for as long as he was enough for her.

...

Amy is grouchy today, she knows this, and she tries her best not to take it out on anyone, but it gets increasing harder. Worse than that is her sensitivity. Someone brushed up against her arm in the hall and she felt it spread warmth through her. She feels her bra teasing her nipples and has to resist the urge to lock the door and make herself cum in front of the monkeys. She leans on the door, looking up as she sighs.

She'd gone so much longer without orgasm, especially before she met Sheldon. Why was this so different? She had teased herself before, only to need to stop and continue later. It had never been this bad. Then again, Sheldon had a way of making everything more intense for her. She lets out a huff of air at the thought of him and his thin beckoning lips, his long pianist fingers and his member. She shakes her head as she attempts to clear her thoughts. He was supposed to come over yesterday, so he clearly didn't intend for her to carry on like this, but still. She would be good. She would wait for him.

I will control when, where, how and if you orgasm.

"Oh, God," She whispers as she leans heavier on the door. She isn't trying to build herself up. No. She clenches her fist as she lets out a long controlled breath. She is going to get through the next-she checks the clock-hour and then go home and wait. She would be able survive the next X amount of hours. She could. She said she would be a good girl.

Good girl

She thumps her fist against the door as she pushes off of it. This wasn't working; she is walking around as a bundle of over-sensitized nerves. She can't fool her brain if the brain is the one sending the signals. Damn him. She starts pilling her books up roughly before pausing looking at her drawing from the month before. She had wanted a kiss, and what she got was so much more. She sits and tries to rationalize this. Sheldon has to have a reason for this. Is he testing her?

…

She doesn't have to wait for him. It was her body. It was her orgasm. Not his! Sheldon said it wouldn't be an issue for them but it clearly was.

"20 minutes, Sheldon." Sheldon nods but sighs. 20 minutes? Does Leonard have any idea what he could do to Amy in 20 minutes?

"Looks like you're going to have to be Sheldon for me tonight." Amy sighs as she picks up big boy with a tilt of her lips.

"Why are you so impatient anyway?" Leonard snaps as Sheldon steps into his office again. Sheldon doesn't answer, tilting his head with wide eyes as he motioned for Leonard to leave and he does with a sigh.

…

Amy sits cross legged on her bed as she stares at nothing. She lets out a breath before biting her lip. Well, the past is the past right? She looks in her mirror and fixes her hair before hearing the triple knock on her door. She glances to the clock before letting out a huff of irritation. He calls her name. She just finished with big boy, meaning that Sheldon was less than 30 minutes off. He knocks again. This would've been perfect if the timing was just a little better.

She walks to the door as he finishes his routine. When she opens the door for him he walks in calm and confident. She bites her lips as she turns to watch him deposit his bag on her couch before turning to her. His confidence fades as he takes her in and she wonders what he saw. She frowns as she sees his shoulders fall and his hands twitch. She shifts her stance a bit and his face tightens up.

She isn't tense, she would be had she waited for him. He felt guilty about making her wait but she hadn't done that for him. She looks guilty, so she knows how important this was for him. Sheldon watches her shift. He told her this needed to be at his pace because he had to be in control. He needed to know he wasn't going to one day be replaced, especially because of this. If she couldn't wait a few days for him than what was the point?

The other voice in his head hurts more. She needed something else. He had been wrong in his assumption that he would be enough for her. She was already seeking orgasms elsewhere. He swallowed trying to find his voice and surprised himself with the warm feeling of his body. Anger. He was angry. She was more than enough for him, at times she pushed and was too much, but he wasn't enough for her.

"You didn't wait." Amy is surprised at the harshness of his tone and her head draws back from it.

"No," She's honest and soft spoken, hoping it will coax Sheldon out of his anger. She knows anger is a secondary emotion, so she just needs to figure out which one is the primary emotion and deal with that. Is he disappointed? She takes a step forward.

"It was a few days, Amy! Honestly, if you can't control yourself for more than that-" she narrows her eyes as she tilts her head. Not disappointment, Sheldon is hurt. He's lashing out and attacking her because he is hurt. He starts talking about the contract and she stops paying attention.

He's hurt. Why would he be hurt by her masturbating? She looks away before looking back. Suddenly it makes sense. Sheldon is hurt because she thinks her masturbating had to do more with him than her. He thinks that she thinks he's not enough.

"It had nothing to do with you." She interrupts him and he, angrier at being interrupted, shakes his head.

"It should have." He did say he was going to control her orgasms.

"Should I have called?" She shakes her head. "Sheldon, I'm using a dildo to make myself cum, may I have your permission?" She asks mockingly and sees from his retreat that that is exactly what he would have preferred. She lets out a small breath. "Okay." She nods. "Okay, I get it." It was something she agreed to. It was more than that. It was what Sheldon needed; she hadn't considered that-she mocked it.

"You don't want it." Sheldon's voice is soft and small, and he's looking down at the floor. She walks closer and places her hand over his.

"I do." She insists. "It just takes some time." He nods but she knows he's still hurting. She needs to even the playing ground. Otherwise they would spend days at odds.

"Punish me." Sheldon straightens a little. "You put in the contract that you could punish me as you saw fit."

"I did." Amy looks down as she lets her hands fall to her sides. Sheldon needs to be in charge, needs to see her being submissive. Sheldon stands taller and looks down at her. "Ask."

"Please," she finds her voice is sounding desperate. She wants this to be okay. "Please punish me, Sheldon." She feels Sheldon's hands grabbing her wrist gently and it makes her continue. "I shouldn't have done that." His thumb presses down lightly. "I know that it was something you said you needed." That was the crime; she realized as he shifted, it had nothing to do with what she did just that she didn't give him what he needed. "So hurt me." He stiffens.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Truthfully, he did just a little bit. He didn't want her to be in pain but he wanted her to understand. His brain has to be organized and change is scary and it hurts. When he makes rules for change he needs then to be followed. Otherwise his brain turns into chaos. It is chaos right now.

If you don't want to read the punishment, scroll until you see more bold lettering.

"I know." She says but she wonders if he does. He wanted to spank her before.

"I'm going to spank you." He sits on her couch and she remembers the last time this happened. "You are going to call out each spank." His voice is getting rougher. "This won't be like the last time." She is over his lap in the next second and yelps when he pulls down her pajama pants and underwear. He can still smell her previous orgasm and it fuels him. He brings his hand down to leave a red mark.

"One." She clenches her fist. How high were they going?

"Two." She feels her chest heaving. The third sting is worse. She cries out in pain and doesn't count.

"Amy." His voice is scolding and she nods, a tear escaping her eye.

"Three." He shakes his head.

"No. You're going to start over." She didn't know Sheldon could be so cruel.

"One!" She realizes she's crying after the hand has left her skin.

"Two!" She remembers suggesting he spank her harder last time.

"Three!" So he hadn't wanted to hurt her then, but he does now.

"Four!" She had asked him too. She didn't expect this.

Turn it off. Sheldon brought his hand down again and looked at the red mark forming. Turn off the emotions. He had been good at that for so long. The rest of them had only gotten so much out of him. Another red mark and number. He didn't want to remember this. This first punishment had to be bad enough to prevent further mistakes for the both of them. Bad enough that he didn't want to give it and she didn't want to incur one.

She had to understand that he had to be obeyed.

It would kill him to see her walk away but it would hurt him more to be with her in a way that was chaotic. His brain was enough without her making it worse. She makes it better, but she's so dangerous for him. He has to control that danger to have the greatness of it.

"Nine!" He can hear the pain in her voice and the sob in her throat. He feels his heart sink into his toes. He never wants to do this again. He lets his hand rest against her butt as he closes his eyes.

One more.

Amy is crying and she doesn't try to stop it. There is no way this hurts her the same way it hurt him. Sheldon is trying to dissuade any further behavior and she has to admit it is working. She feels the tenth slap and yells out the number with the rest of her breath. Ten. She can't. No more.

This is the more bold lettering, therefore the punishment is over and you are safe to read on.

"Don't move." Sheldon says as he slips off the couch from under her and she knows it would take her apartment going up in flames to get her to move. She crosses her arms under her head and lets the tears finish falling. Her bottom stings so much and she wonders if it will bruise. Will this bother her all week? She hears her bedroom door open and ignores sounds from him until he sits on the table next to the couch. She hears him open a bottle and sighs as the relief of the cool lotion against her burning bum. He massages the lotion into her and pretty soon everything is just a dull throb. She moves her head to watch him and is shocked to see tears on his face.

"I'm sorry." She blurts but doesn't move.

"You are more than forgiven." He responds softly. She sees it is more than that but doesn't comment. He squirts some more lotion on his hand and starts rubbing it across her lower and mid back. "I didn't really think you would let me." He confesses as his motions turn into a massage.

"I hurt you." She speaks into the couch.

"And now I've hurt you." He reaches her shoulders and she tries her best to relax.

"Two inches to the left," she instructs and closes her eyes at the relief at the new spot. "We are both better for it." She says and realizes how true it is.

TDS: As of now, this is the only punishment I have planned for this story, so if you didn't enjoy it, fear not. Other than that, thoughts?