Author's note: Sorry, short update. BUT it's Emmys day and I thought you could use that... if you are as nervous as me.
Two hours later Sheldon was sitting by his desk, furiously typing on his laptop. From time to time he got up to doodle something on his whiteboard but soon enough got back to keep typing.
Amy had watched him for a few minutes before she had decided on starting to read one of the magazines Penny had sneaked into her bag.
She usually only liked gossip on girl nights but as Sheldon wasn't talking to her and she didn't have much choice, she decided that reading this magazine would at least keep her up with the latest news about celebrities she never had heard of before.
„Tea?" It suddenly sounded from the desk across the room.
Amy looked up. Sheldon didn't even face her. She sighed. „Yes, please"
„Which one"
„Camomile"
This caused him to turn around and look at her puzzled. „Are you upset?"
Amy wasn't. Not really. But she decided it would do him some good to have a bad conscience about not talking to her for two full hours.
Still waiting for an answer but not getting one, Sheldon got up and started his rituals of making tea. After the water had been boiled and the teabag had stayed in the big cup for exactly 8 minutes, Sheldon took it out, threw it away and balanced the two mugs over to the couchtable, before he set them off and let himself fall in his spot.
„Thank you" Amy said, eyeing the tea.
„So?"
„So what?"
„Are you upset?"
„Well" Amy looked at her boyfriend. „You haven't talked to me in two hours. You know that this is already a lot of punishment for me."
Sheldon considered this for a moment, then met her gaze. „You're right. I think I could be easier on you tomorrow…"
Amy gulped. She didn't want him to give up on the spanking. This was a thorny situation. She held her hands up. „I understand that I still deserve to be… punished by you, tomorrow. But for now and for the sake of the evening, could you stop ignoring me?"
He thought about it for another second, then nodded. „Very well"
„Thank you" She smiled, before taking a sip of her camomile tea.
„Oh by the way, we will have to take a taxi to the hospital tomorrow"
„We?" Amy echoed. „Sheldon, you hate hospitals. You even hate getting near one because the people around a hospital could be deadly sick without knowing."
He nodded but then sent a slight smile towards her. „But you're my girlfriend and I'm gonna be here to hold your hand"
„Sheldon, you really don't have to"
„Amy" He got up, heading towards his desk again. „I'm gonna print you another copy of the Relationship Agreement."
„I know very well what it says about injuries" Amy tried to stop him. „But I free you from your duties in this case, knowing how uncomfortable you're getting in hospitals. And to be honest, I don't need them to sedate you again cause with my leg like this it's unlikely I might be able to drag you back to the car this time."
Sheldon had returned to his spot. „I'm coming with you, Amy Farrah Fowler, and I'm gonna be the bravest boyfriend you'll ever know!"
He cringed as he got close to the big door and stepped ahead to open it for Amy. She smiled at him encouraging and limped inside the building.
Sheldon would have loved to just give in to his upcoming panic fit and run off but he had promised Amy to be a good and brave boyfriend. They stopped in front oft he big information board with the millions of colors.
„Purple" Amy mumbled after finally finding where she had to go.
She limped ahead, keeping an eye on the purple arrows on the walls. Sheldon followed her. All of a sudden a doctor came running from behind and pushed the lanky physicist aside.
Sheldon immediately froze and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Amy looked at him. „Are you alright?"
„All this unnecessary touching" Sheldon raged. „Couldn't he have just screamed ‚Out of my way' or something?"
„Sheldon, calm down" Amy sighed. „He's a doctor, he's unlikely to be sick"
„Of course he is. He's vaccined. But he carries all the germs and bacteria…" Sheldon fired an angry look to the running doctor, that had already reached the end of the corridor.
Then he went back next to Amy and kept following the arrows while still rumbling quietly into his non existent beard.
„There we are" Amy said. „Let's see what's going to happen to my leg now."
Amy giggled when Sheldon put her down onto the couch, breathing heavily. He had carried her all the way up. He had insisted on it to „restore his pride" after a nurse had touched him in the hospital and he had had to leave. Amy had reassured him a million times that she had been okay and not afraid at all but Sheldon wouldn't have listened to her. Amy knew that her boyfriend didn't have much stamina cause sports were one of the last things on Sheldon's „What I like to do in my freetime" list. Nonetheless he had carried her up three floors and Amy was impressed.
„Good thing they took off the cast and changed it to some stabilizer" Sheldon gasped while helping himself to a glass of water.
„Yes. It feels so much better! But my feet hurt a terrible lot." Amy repositioned herself in order to underline her statement.
Sheldon finished two glasses of water, before coming back to the sofa, sitting down in his spot and patting his lap.
Amy looked at him quizzically.
„Well, give me your leg. I'm gonna give you a foot massage."
„You're gonna touch my foot?"
„As I am probably infected with every possible kind of deadly illness anyway, this won't butter the parsnips."
Amy rolled her eyes but still didn't let the opportunity to get a foot massage go. She tossed her left leg onto Sheldon's thighs.
Both of his hands laid around her midfoot and his thumbs started caressing and kneading her foot bottom. It took all of Amy's strength not to moan. She usually was a really ticklish person, which – luckily – no one had ever found out yet. But this was far away from tickling. It was a sensation that sent cascades of shudders up and down her spine in a speed that Amy would have described as vertiginous.
„Is it okay like that?" Sheldon didn't even look up at his girlfriend, he was too concentrating on moving his thumbs along her foot in perfect circles.
„Mhm", was everything she could get out without making an inappropriate sound.
Sheldon continued silently and very concentrated for a few more minutes while Amy climbed and climbed into higher regions of absolute enjoyment.
When he stopped, she snorted in despair.
„Well, that was this" Sheldon suddenly was all business. He put some hand disinfection on and rubbed it carefully on every little inch of his perfect manly hands.
„And… now?" Amy's voice was shaky and she hated herself for that.
Sheldon didn't seem to recognize. His look was attached to his wrist watch. „We still have fourteen minutes before the others arrive here. I think it's enough time to receive your punishment for violating the Relationship Agreement."
Amy gulped. The time had come.
She knew the gesture way too well when he made it; the palms of his hands clapped onto his thighs before he got himself comfortable in his spot and leaned back, staring at her daring.
She bit her lower lip as she clumisly raised from the sofa just to place her torso half on his lap. She placed her cheek on the armrest of the sofa and it felt like a déjà vu. A smile was born on her lips and she closed her eyes for a second.
„Alright. Are you ready, Amy Farrah Fowler?"
„Oh yes" Her voice shuddered and she knew it didn't matter cause Sheldon wouldn't be able to tell the difference between being nervous and being excited.
She felt his hesitating for a moment and hoped he wouldn't overanalyze her shaky voice. But the next thing she felt was his hand firmly colliding with her right buttcheek.
Amy swallowed down every sound that had just brewed up in her throat and hoped Sheldon wouldn't see the goosebumps on her arms.
„Oh, by the way" His voice sounded unaffected as usual. „As last time was kind of unorganized because it was very unexpectedly… this time I thought about a number, the number of spankings, precisely. I thought about 15 firm spankings although after yesterday you told me how hard it was for you to not talk to me for 2 hours while being in the same room as me, I decided to narrow it down to 10."
Amy just nodded. She felt like she had lost her voice.
„Well, doesn't that require a little thank you?" Sheldon seemed indignant.
„Thank you" Amy managed to get out somehow before she released a big sigh.
Slap.
This time it was her left buttcheek. She almost started giggling.
„Two" He counted.
She swallowed.
Slap.
Right.
„Three"
The tingling sensation in her bottom, left Amy restless. She bit her lower lip and tried to ignore the sensations within her as much as possible.
Slap.
Left.
„Four"
Slap.
Right.
„Five"
His voice sent shivers down her spine.
Slap.
Left.
„Six"
Amy had lost every piece of control. A loud moan slipped out between her lips and she regretted it almost at the same time. She felt Sheldon tensing up.
„Did I hurt you?" He asked, sounding seriously concerned.
„No" Amy answered with a wobbly voice.
Seconds passed. Then she realized Sheldon's quiet „Oh". Was it possible that he had really gotten what was going on with her? That it sexually aroused her to the maximum when he did this?
Slap.
Right.
„Seven" This time his voice was just a whisper, so close to Amy's ear that she could feel his hot breath.
Her fingers clutched the sofa's slip cover.
Slap.
Left.
„Eight"
Amy moaned. Her mind was free, all of her thoughts, all the „What if's" had flown out of the window and somewhere Amy wasn't able to enter anymore. She didn't care, she never wanted this to end. Fifteen. Maybe she should go back to suggesting fifteen. She wanted to suffer… if that's what Sheldon would have called suffering.
Her senses came back to her immediately, as she felt Sheldon struggling below her. She turned her head towards him.
„They're coming" He said without eyeing Amy. „They are too early. God, can none of them read my timetable?"
Amy had to sit back up as Sheldon drew closer to the edge of the sofa to get up. Breathless and shaky she sat there, a little pile of wasted arousal, and tried to get her pulse back on track.