Chapter 21:

*****Amanda Hank:*

We both stay silent while I process everything that just came out of his mouth.

I expected anything but that.

I really expected him to admit that he fucked that woman behind my back, and then go out with her and propose marriage in front of my eyes to make me suffer or apologize or something dramatic like that, I didn't expect lesbians involved in the same style of sex that John and I have.

I felt special for a moment, it's sad.

However, I'm still upset. Because nothing he said justifies that he abandoned me for someone else and that he didn't care about me during the party.

Because his explanation doesn't erase how miserable he made me feel. What's more, it's annoying that he thinks I'll forgive him so easily.

But Amanda Hank knows how to play her cards.

You can't beat me today, John.

“And what do you think, honey? Is everything okay?” He asks, cutting the silence that surrounded us after listening to it.

He looked at him carefully, on his face I saw tiredness and an expression of finally wanting to turn off his mind. Actually, it's adorable to see him smile at me somewhat embarrassed.

To be honest, I am ashamed of my own thoughts and the central axes of them, but I really must make some things clear to this man who makes my underwear wet.

I smile sweetly at him.

"Alright. I believe you." I say without further ado, since good things take time to wait.

"Then we are fine?" He asks with a twinkle in his eye that makes me laugh.

“Nope, you're still in trouble.” I tell him “And in very serious trouble, my lord.”

I move away from him, creating a safe distance to detonate part one of my idea. Because he definitely won't come out on top tonight.

“Problems? What do you mean? I already explained to you everything that happened, I thought it was solved and that you forgave me. After all, I haven't done anything wrong.”

Well, let me doubt that you haven't been bad tonight.

“In your world maybe, but I'm still upset with you.” I say, “Besides, I haven't even said I forgive you, John.”

In his eyes I see annoyance and confusion.

“Come on, Amanda, forgive me. “I swear it won’t happen again, darling.” he says.

Yes, and I'm Angelina Jolie. Sure, John.

I cross my arms and look at him for a few more seconds in silence. Acting as if I will truly think about forgiving him.

Which won't happen, especially tonight.

"You know, I could forgive you..."

"Of course you can, do it, darlings, and let me forget all this and go to bed in peace."

I squint my eyelids.

"Do you want to forget everything?"

"Yes, yes it is possible, I really want it. I don't want to be in this situation anymore." He admits.

He gets up from his seat and I don't move.

John walks up to me and smiles like he's about to win the war.

*In your dreams, Smith.*

His hands grip my hips and I raise an eyebrow.

"Baby, can we forget this? I want to enjoy your body for the rest of tonight." He says, "Can you forgive me?"

A part of me is tempted to accept his forgiveness but I don't see myself satisfied enough to leave everything as if it didn't matter; as if I didn't care what I myself felt and how bad it was.

I want to teach this idiot a lesson. After all, it will be clear to you that I don't like you continuing to treat me like today.

There's nothing wrong with that, right?

I pull away from him and watch as John's face expresses pure confusion.

"Do you remember that I had to punish you when You failed me, darling?" I ask him, smiling and his eyebrows furrow. "And do you remember that I would save your punishment for later, sir?"

He swallows dryly and nods confirming that he remembers that this isn't the first time he's been wrong about me.

"Yes, I remember." He says, "Will you punish me tonight, darling?"

I nodded and smiled like a girl destined to succeed.

"Exactly, sir." I responded, "That's what I plan."

John sighs deeply but doesn't object.

"I accept my punishment, Amanda. What will you do to me for being such a bad master with your submissive?"

I pretend to be thinking for a few seconds, before speaking.

"Well, sir, I know you love to touch me and that is something that would be more of a price than a punishment." I pretend to meditate on my own words "Therefore, it seems appropriate that his punishment is not to touch me until I allow him to."

The man looks as if his heart and his most precious jewels have been stolen.

John starts shaking his head.

"What? You can't forbid touching yourself, Amanda, it's unfair." He says “I can't see you and bear not to touch you…”

I see how his hands try to touch me and I step back a little.

"Hey, don't touch me. You don't want the punishment to be worse for you, do you, sir?"

"Precious, I understand your anger and that you don't forgive me, but I ask you to punish me in another way. I can't live without touching you."

"It's a shame..., sir"

And I become a spectacle for the man in front of me.

Slowly, I get rid of my clothes in a very sensual way and with clear intentions of provoking something in him.

I turn around, facing away from him, and fiddle with the elastic of my thong before pulling down my underwear.

That way, John can see my butt as God brought me into the world and delight in the view of my private parts.

Basically, I mockingly show him off everything that he won't be able to enjoy until I decide.

I turn to look at him and am not surprised when an invisible drool falls from his mouth.

I see one of his hands holding his erection produced by my magnificent spectacle.

I smiled, feeling that I have a lot of power over him.

My hands play with my tits and I moan when he pinches one of my nipples.

I know I'm trying to be a beast to make him regret all his mistakes, and I love being the one in control this time.

"Baby, don't be mean and then do that to me..." he rubs his erection through his pants.

"Sir, I'm not doing anything... Or do you not like what you see?"

I wet my fingers like I once did with his and slid them down my chest and abdomen, creating a direct path to my vagina.

I moan in a deep voice when I myselfI massaged my clitoris gently.

Now that I notice it when I touch myself, I'm a little excited to provoke it and that makes me bite my lip.

The man in front of me seems desperate to jump on me and fuck me all night.

I would love for it to happen, but it would be a disappointment to myself not to follow through with my plan.

"Honey, give me another punishment." He begs, almost begging for mercy on his life, "I want to touch you, precious. Give me another punishment, whatever it is, I'll take it."

I smiled at the thought that he will truly suffer for not touching me or dominating my body as he pleases.

It is the perfect punishment for a master who does not keep his promises.

I sadly stop giving myself delicious erogenous zone massages and let out a big yawn, acting like I'm suddenly sleepy.

"I'll think about it, you convinced me, John" I yawn "It's already late, I have to go to sleep. You can go, we'll see you tomorrow at the company. We have a long day ahead of us, sir."

I smiled and led me to the living room.

"Are you kicking me out? Don't do that to me, at least let me stay and spend the night on your couch." He asks "Maybe this way you will have time to change your mind and let me fuck you as I wish. Come on, pretty. Be nice to your master. I need to eliminate stress."

I find it curious to see him begging for a second chance or another punishment, as if he really had the right.

If I did the same, my ass would be red as a tomato and he would put a gag on me to keep me silent….

Hey, that's a great idea... But it's more John's style than mine.

"I won't change my mind. I already decided and I don't regret that punishment." I calmly clarified, "Now go, or the punishment will be worse for you."

For a few seconds, he thinks about it. He seems reluctant to give up and let me win, but he nods after a few seconds and accepts his defeat.

"Well, precious, you win. Rest, sleep well, knowing that you are making your master suffer with all this." Then he walks out of my apartment like a sad puppy who didn't get his favorite toy and I smile.

Part one of his punishment: complete.

Part two: in action.

You better get ready, John.