I was very late to the Big Bang Theory bandwagon. I was admitted to MIT for grad school in the spring of this year, so I decided to start watching the Big Bang Theory to get myself in that headspace. I am now on campus for the semester, and the people here are pretty similar to our beloved characters.

I have never done anything like this and had no plans of writing anything down, much less sharing on the internet. However, I loved what I saw on this site, and I was hoping that posting this may encourage other people. Please enjoy!

The Omission Repercussions

Sheldon was sitting on the couch in 4B perusing a comic book and casually watching "Star Trek: The Next Generation" as he waited for his fiancée, Amy, to return from work. She had been working a bit later than normal due to her addiction study, but this would only be temporary, and Sheldon and Amy were making it work.

However, Sheldon had a bone to pick with Amy. He normally liked to give her the anxiety mixed with arousal of advanced notification of her punishment, but he did not want to distract her from her current study. Instead, he would address the issue when she got home.

Last Friday night, Amy was scheduled to work late, and Sheldon busied himself with video games. When she came home, he asked her about her day, and she told him the latest updates on the study. But, she didn't tell him everything.

That morning, Penny had stopped by after Amy had left for work to find Sheldon in the apartment. She returned the hair clip that Amy had loaned her the previous Friday night. As Sheldon connected the dots, he felt an immediate sense of deceit and betrayal. After a bit of reflection, he was able to empathize with Amy's current struggle with work and maintaining her social obligations and relationships. But he also knew that communication was key, and he could not let this lie go unpunished.

Sheldon glanced up from his comic book as he heard the lock to the door open. Amy entered with her work bag and a grocery bag from the market nearby. Her eyes lit up when she saw Sheldon. "Hi, Daddy," she said as she set her bags down and walked forward to the couch to give her fiancé a kiss.

Sheldon looked up at her and kissed her back. "Hello babygirl. Am I happy to see you," he replied.

Amy grabbed the bags that she had left by the door and began to put the few grocery items away. "As am I. You have no idea the kind of day I have had," Amy says with a sense of exasperation but relief that she is home.

Sheldon smirked back at her. "Oh, I think I can imagine."

Amy turned from the refrigerator with a puzzled look. "Is something wrong, Daddy?"

Sheldon rose from the couch with the hair clip in his hand and advanced toward the kitchen. "Penny brought by this clip that you left at her apartment on Friday night."

Amy's stomach sank as she realized the implications of his statement. She had not lied to him, per se, but she had not told him the entire truth either. She knew that any free time she had would be reserved for Sheldon, and if she wanted to spend it with the girls, she needed to ask. But she had so much going on, and she didn't want to deal with the stress of asking him and the guilt of disappointing him. She thought nothing would come of this, right?

"Oh," she responded.

Sheldon took a step toward Amy as she retreated in the kitchen, trying to make herself small. "Amy, tell me how Daddy feels about dishonesty," he orders.

Amy looked down as she responded, "Daddy sees dishonesty as the breakdown of the implied social contract between individuals in a relationship, and he finds it as the ultimate breach of trust."

Sheldon took one more step closer to Amy as he lifted her head with his soft hand to be facing him. "And what happens to babygirl when she lies to Daddy?"

Amy's lip quivered as she stuttered out "I-I-I get punished."

Sheldon maintained his gaze. "How do you get punished?"

"I get spanked on my bare bottom by my Daddy until my bottom is bruised," Amy admitted, trembling as she spoke.

"That is correct," Sheldon responded. "Now, finish putting your things away and meet Daddy in front of the couch on your knees."

"Yes Daddy," Amy replied. Sheldon leaned in to kiss Amy on her forehead and then returned to his spot on the couch.

Amy put her remaining groceries in their place, filled with anticipation for the upcoming spanking. She knew that this would be a tough one. She had let Sheldon believe that she was working late when she was with her friends. Not only had she lied, but she had denied Sheldon additional time with his girl. He valued every precious second with Amy, even when he was punishing her.

When Amy finished with the groceries, she made her way to the couch and kneeled in front of Sheldon.

"Ask for it," Sheldon ordered.

"Daddy, will you please spank me on my bare bottom to correct me for lying to you?" Amy answered with embarrassment.

"Very well," Sheldon replied. He gently pulled Amy up over his lap by her arm.

Sheldon lifted her skirt and pulled down her tights and panties. He took a moment to admire her precious bottom. "Look at that lovely ass of yours. And it's all for me, isn't it?" Sheldon groaned out.

"Yes, Daddy. It belongs to you, to do with as you please, Daddy," Amy responded.

Sheldon made no hesitation as he got right to the point. He immediately began swatting her bottom at full force. Amy bit down on her lip to prevent from crying out, her entire body shifting as his hand made contact with her ass.

"It's too bad that I have to be so hard on you, isn't it, babygirl? You know how to be a good girl, but you choose to be a bad girl, don't you?" Sheldon continued his brutal rhythm of spanks.

"Yes, Daddy," Amy managed to get out. The pain was spreading throughout her body as her bottom felt like it was on fire.

"You know exactly what to do to keep Daddy happy. I am not a complicated man. I am very simple to please and to obey. But you choose not to follow my directions. Why is that?" Sheldon kept the smacks coming down.

"I-I don't know, Daddy," Amy meekly replied.

"Now that's not going to work, darling," Sheldon said as he focused 20 smacks in the exact same spot on her cheek.

"Ahhhh HAA Ahhhh," Amy let out at the intense pain.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again. Why did you lead me to believe that you were working when you clearly were not?" Sheldon returned to the alternating smacks.

"I, uh, I didn't want to disappoint you, Daddy," Amy finally answered.

Sheldon paused his hand for a moment. "But do you see how silly that sounds? Look at how much you have disappointed me by lying to me," Sheldon responded as he continued with the spanking.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy," Amy let out.

"If you wanted to spend time with your friends, you should have at the very least told Daddy. Do you know how much it hurt me hearing it from Penny?" Sheldon uttered with honesty and vulnerability.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy," Amy repeated.

"Well, I know you will be sorry by the time I am done with you. Do you understand?" Sheldon ordered.

"Yes, Daddy," Amy replied with a tear falling down her cheek.

"Now, let's see if we can drive this point home, shall we?" With that, Sheldon began to brutally slap the tops of Amy's thighs with constant speed. Amy let out a cry and instinctively reached her hand back to protect her reddening bottom.

"No no no, babygirl. You know better than that," Sheldon chided as he stopped the smacks and gently but firmly grabbed Amy's hand with his free hand. "Now, you know that we do not reach our hand back when we are getting a spanking. That is how one of us could seriously injure our hands. Do you understand?" Sheldon asked with a firmness in his voice.

"Yes, Daddy," Amy let out with more tears.

"Now, I understand if it is too much and you can't help it. I can hold your hand. Do you want me to do that? Otherwise, I will have to restrain you with rope or the cuffs."

"No, Daddy. Please just hold my hand," Amy begged.

"Very well. We will keep going," Sheldon asserted. He continued the smacks on her thighs. This was Amy's most sensitive spot, and it was extremely difficult for her to take. But she knew that she had lied to him and that she would feel so much better if she just took her punishment and could return to being his good girl.

The spankings continued to rain down on Amy's bottom for the next several minutes. She let her cries be muffled by the couch cushion as tears streamed down her face. She knew that her mascara would be running, and she would be a total mess by now.

Eventually, Sheldon eased up on the swats, and they came to a close. He caressed her soft bottom and ran circles across the redness with his fingers.

"Are you starting to learn your lesson, Amy?" Sheldon asked with a new sense of calm.

"Yes, Daddy," Amy replied as she regained her composure.

"Good girl." Amy felt her body tingle with just those words. "Now, in just a moment, you will get up off of my lap and head into the bathroom. There, you will remove your clothes and then wait for me to finish your punishment. Understood?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Now go," Sheldon ordered, helping Amy to her feet. She did as she was told and entered the bedroom. Amy was careful to put her clothes away in the dirty clothes hamper to not incur additional punishments from Sheldon. She removed her bra and panties, feeling entirely exposed and vulnerable, and she entered the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw how dirty and disheveled she looked from the spanking. She knew that she deserved this, but she wished that she could clean herself up before Sheldon returned. But she knew better than to stray from his instructions. She took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, the coolness against her warm bottom.

Sheldon entered the bathroom and looked at his precious fiancée, his little lady, his darling. She was naked and exposed. Her makeup was ruined and her ego bruised, but she was his girl, and he thought she was perfect in every single way. "Good girl," he praised.

Despite the circumstances, Amy felt herself become wetter just from that comment.

"Stand up and come over here," Sheldon ordered as he made his way to the sink. Amy complied. He reached in the cabinet and removed a washcloth. He wet the cloth and put soap on it before using it to wipe Amy's face. "Close your eyes," he instructed as he wiped around her cheeks and eyes. He softly removed the marks from her face, restoring his girl to her original beauty. "Open," he commanded when he was done.

Amy opened her eyes to see her clean, natural face in the mirror. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, darling."

"Thank you, Daddy," Amy replied with a smile. She felt so very loved in this moment. All of her insecurities temporarily removed by her man's affirmation.

"Now, since you lied to me, I believe it is necessary to correct this behavior in your mouth so that it doesn't make the same mistake," Sheldon said with a smirk.

Amy's heart sank. What does he mean? Sheldon had never done anything like this before. "Hand me a fresh bar of soap from under the sink," Sheldon commanded.

"Daddy, no, please- I'll do anything! Please I really don't want to-"

"Calm down now, baby. We have never done this before. You don't even know what it will feel like," Sheldon said, sounding exasperated. "Now, I have chosen Ivory soap to be less acidic, and I would not give you something that you couldn't handle. Do you understand?"

Another tear fell down Amy's face as she looked down. "Yes, Daddy."

"You can use your safe word at any time if it becomes too much. Do you trust me?" Sheldon asked, lifting her head to match his gaze.

Amy's eyes glistened from her tears. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now, put your arms behind your back and open wide," Sheldon ordered.

Amy did as she was told as Sheldon wet the bar of soap and thoroughly scrubbed it into her mouth. He made intentional strokes with the bar on the sides of her mouth and her tongue, and Amy fought the constant urge to gag. Sheldon brough Amy's face to the sink as he filled her mouth with water with his hand. "Swish that around in your mouth, and then spit it out." Amy complied accordingly.

Sheldon then took the bar of soap and set it on Amy's tongue. "Bite down," he commanded. Amy bit down on the white bar, her teeth integrating with the mold, slightly disgusting her.

"This will remain in your mouth until I say you can remove it. Do you understand?" Sheldon asked with authority. Amy nodded in reply.

"Now, turn around and bend over, placing your palms on the edge of the bathtub." Amy did as she was instructed, and Sheldon reached for the wooden bath brush. In that moment, Amy knew she was in for a world of pain. Amy steeled herself against the tub and bit down on the soap in her mouth.

Without warning, Sheldon brought the bath brush down on her bottom with brute force. "Our relationship is built on trust. And if we can't trust each other, then there is no point to any of this." Sheldon continued the smacks at a consistent and painful pace.

"If you want to spend time with your friends, you need to be able to communicate with me about that. Yes, I am jealous and protective of my time with you. That's because I love you, and you are my world," Sheldon stated, emphasizing his point with each smack.

Amy started to fall apart as the pain, humiliation and discomfort evolved into love and pleasure. She felt so loved. So claimed. So cared for. Who would have ever thought that someone would care for HER so deeply to react this way just for missing ONE night in her arms? This was like nothing she had ever known before. She loved Sheldon, and Sheldon loved her, even if he had a funny way of showing it.

After about fifty stroked with the bath brush, she knew that Sheldon had shown his love. Her bottom would surely be bright red and bruised by now. Sheldon gently pulled Amy up by her hair, which made her tingle inside. He leaned up against her naked backside and whispered in her ear, "We are not going to have an issue with lying in the future, are we?"

Amy shook her head with the bar of soap still in her mouth. "Good girl." Amy almost lost it at that comment.

Still pulling her by her hair, Sheldon gingerly dragged Amy into the bedroom and directed her to the corner. "Now, you will sit in the corner with the soap in your mouth for the next fifteen minutes and think about what you have done. I expect for you to think about how you will handle similar situations in the future and develop a plan that is rooted in communication and trust."

Amy nodded her head. "Good girl."

Amy sat in the corner on her knees with her hands in her lap. She was much too tender to sit on her bottom. She knew better than to rub her bottom. The last time she had done that, Sheldon had bruised her breasts to distract her from her bottom.

As she reflected on her behavior and punishment, she also reflected on her relationship. She was so hopelessly devoted to Sheldon, and his world revolved around her. For most of her adult life, she had given up on finding something like this. She didn't think that love was afforded to girls like her. But this was it. Sheldon maintained his sense of order and control, and Amy felt adored and cared for with a man she trusted completely, even allowing him to push her boundaries and try new things.

Despite the pleasure and gushiness of her thoughts, she was at least ready to get some relief from the spanking and the soap in her mouth. She waited for the next five minutes, which seemed to last forever. Sheldon watched her, occasionally glancing up from his comic books as he laid on their bed. Amy maintained the hope that Sheldon would relieve her from her punishment early, but she knew better. He would wait until the bitter end.

When the timer eventually went off, Amy patiently waited for Sheldon to retrieve her from the corner. He helped her to her feet and turned her around, surrounding her in his embrace. He kissed her on her forehead and then whispered, "Let's get you ready for bed."

Sheldon brought Amy to the bathroom and removed the soap from her mouth. He let her rinse out her mouth and then engulfed her in a kiss. "Now you can focus on my taste instead of the soap," he said with a smirk.

He then led her to the bed and reached for the lotion on the side table. He gently put Amy back over his knee as he applied lotion in circles to her bottom. "You have been a very good girl, taking your spanking from Daddy. You didn't fuss or reach your hand back too much, and you held the soap in your mouth the whole time."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Now, that soap wasn't so bad, was it?" Sheldon asked as he teased.

"No, Daddy, it wasn't," Amy answered truthfully.

"Daddy didn't give you more than you could handle, did he?" Sheldon asked.

"No, Daddy," Amy responded again as she tried to drift back to reality.

"And what happens to good girls who take their punishments from their Daddy?"

"They get rewarded, Daddy," Amy answered, hopefully.

Sheldon wiped the lotion off of his hand with a baby wipe. "Let's see how much you want to be rewarded," Sheldon teased as he inserted his fingers inside Amy. "Oh my, you really DID take your punishment like a good girl," Sheldon said as he removed his soaking hand. He brought his fingers to Amy's mouth. "Taste yourself, darling."

Amy sucked his hands dry, feeling aroused by her own taste.

Sheldon returned to the task at hand. He reached his fingers in and out as Amy became entranced by his rhythm. "That's my sweet girl. You're always at your best when you have a bruised bottom, aren't you?" Sheldon asked, teasingly.

"I am, Daddy," Amy moaned out, focusing on the friction he was providing.

"One might think that we need to keep your bottom constantly in this state to get the best out of you. What do you think of that? Huh? Do I need to spank you every day?" Sheldon continued to slide in and out, but he then reached for her clit with his pinky.

"Oooooohhh, oooooooohhhhh, uummm, whatever you think, Daddy," Amy breathed out. She needed this after the week she had had, but every time, it was like she could not believe she was here in this situation again. Over the lap of the man that she loves as he pleasures her, purely for her own enjoyment, after he has just given her a red bottom. This is ecstasy.

Sheldon continued his tease. "How would you like it if I woke you up every morning with a whipping? I'd give you a red bottom, dress you, and send you on your merry way. Oh, but you would probably get too used to it. It would lose its effect pretty soon, right?"

"Yessss, Daddy."

"Well, we wouldn't want Daddy's baby to get addicted to her spankings, would we?"

"No, Daddy."

Sheldon withdrew his fingers from Amy and focused solely on her clit. The sensation was overwhelming as Amy heard, "And we certainly don't have time to do this every morning. Do we?"

Amy could not answer. She was on Cloud Nine. The feeling of Sheldon's fingers working her clit was too much to bear.

Suddenly, she felt a loud smack on her bottom. "AAAAAHHHH," she cried out.

"We don't have time to do this every morning. Right, babygirl?" Sheldon asked firmly.

"No Daddy," Amy uttered, louder than she realized.

"That's my good girl," Sheldon praised at her response. "No, we can't do this every day, and you know that Daddy doesn't like to leave his baby with a sore bottom without letting her come. He enjoys giving babygirl her reward."

"Thank you, Daddy," Amy earnestly replied. She meant every word of it. She could hardly imagine what her life was life before this incredibly man came into her life and pulled her over his knee. How did she survive? Sheldon was with her through her greatest celebrations and comforted her during her hardest times. He brought her to immense arousal with his controlling combination of pain and pleasure, and he always ensured that she was well taken care of. She could never go back to being on her own. She could hardly imagine returning to pleasuring herself without Sheldon's strong hands.

Sheldon honed in on Amy's clit as he said, "That's it. You're almost there. Come for Daddy."

Amy completely let go, screaming out Sheldon's name as the tingling spread throughout her body. She felt nothing but pure bliss and complete devotion for her fiancé. Sheldon gave her a moment to collect herself, gently holding her on her hip to keep her in place.

Amy sat there in her high for a few more moments before she heard, "Amy? Amy? Are you back yet? Come back to me." She was suddenly reminded of where she was and who was holding her. She moved to stand as Sheldon helped her up and then pulled her into his lap.

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck. With the widest smile she had, she said, "I love you so much, Sheldon Cooper."

Sheldon positioned his hands on her waist and said, "And I love you even more, Amy Farrah Fowler."

Sheldon lifted Amy off of his lap and murmured, "Let's get you dressed for bed."

Sheldon reached the drawer on their chest that held Amy's nightgowns, but she put her hand on his to stop him. "Daddy, can I please wear one of your shirts to bed tonight?"

Sheldon let out a soft chuckle. "Well, I suppose you have been a good girl." Sheldon moved his hand to another drawer and pulled out a blue Batman t-shirt. He stood up and put it over Amy's head.

"Thank you, Daddy," Amy whispered with a smile.

"As for your underwear, you are on your own," Sheldon joked as he pulled out a red pair of panties from the top drawer and handed them to Amy. She stepped into the panties and walked around the room to crawl into bed.

Sheldon stepped into the living room to put things away for the evening as Amy laid in bed thinking about the night's events. For many other couples, a partner's lie would have resulted in a massive fight or at the very least tension in the relationship. But that was not the case for she and Sheldon. He confronted her with her transgression, she owned up to her actions, and she took the punishment that he administered. When the punishment ended, not only did Sheldon forgive her, but he rewarded her for her compliance in an intimate way. As strange as it was, Amy couldn't imagine living outside of their unique dynamic.

A few minutes later, Sheldon returned to the bedroom and crawled into bed. Amy was laying on her right side, and he slid in right behind her, spooning her. He rubbed her bottom, the redness seeping out from the periphery of her panties.

Amy closed her eyes as she spoke to her love. "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for holding me accountable and correcting me. Thank you for loving me enough to fix the strains on our relationship. Thank you for giving me the chance to take my punishment and earn your trust. Thank you for being my Daddy."

"You're most welcome, babygirl. And what are you going to do the next time you are overwhelmed and you don't want to disappoint Daddy so you think about lying to him?"

"I will communicate with you directly, Daddy," Amy answered resolutely. She knew she had erred, and she would not make a similar mistake again.

"That's my good girl," Sheldon said as he rubbed Amy's bottom over her panties.