Mikie's voice seemed to reverberate in the room, hitting Sam's heart the way the paddle had hit her backside. All her life, people had commented on how soft and gentle she was. It was... nice, but it had always felt like<i>something</i>was being held out of reach. Perhaps that was why Sam let out a wrenched cry when the next blow landed: Mikie was not holding back. It wasn't the pain that shocked her, but rather the lack of hesitation her partner had shown. Mikie trusted her to know what she wanted.<br/><br/>It was a heady experience in those few minutes, each strike across her lush curves driving her towards a precipice. Sam felt the moment when she reached the edge, her mind desperately clinging to the last of her common sense. She whimpered. "Please..." Please, please, please.<i>Let go,</i>her mind urged. If she let go... Oh, Sam didn't know what awaited her if she let go! Frightening! Exciting! Could she do it?<br/><br/>Mikie made the decision for her, unexpectedly smacking a taut nipple with the leather well-warmed by her backside. "Mikie!" she cried, twisting the name into a moan as she lost herself. It felt like falling. A dark, warm sensation surrounded Sam. Everything she felt - the deep ache from the paddling, the burning as Mikie pulled on her teat - helped her sink a further into that space. The corners of her closed eyes held tears, but a dazed smile traced her lips.<br/><br/>"Panties," she whispered, echoing the other woman. For a moment, Sam's lips moved without making a sound, and a tiny crease appeared between her eyebrows as they drew together.<i>Panties... panties...</i>It felt like she had forgotten what panties were. Mikie wanted them off? "Off," Sam lilted in a breathy voice. Mikie wanted them off, and Sam wanted what Mikie wanted. Everything Mikie wanted. "Mikie, please.. off," she begged. The panties were as much a mess as Sam at that point. She had stopped pulling on the restraints, letting her body instead meld over the bench. Her plump backside was beginning to color, blushing pink and red. Would lighter hearts bloom within deep purple bruises by morning? Her breast already showed a stark contrast between milky white on one side of the paddle and dark pink on the other.