Immediately, Bette’s smile overtook her motionless relaxation, and she beamed at Tina: “You mean you’d try that again?!”

“You weren’t … terrible …” Tina smirked, not even daring to peak one eye open to watch for Bette’s reaction. “It wasn’t … awful, no.”

“Well I don’t know if I could do that again. I can’t believe everything that ran through my mind, and all the wondering and caution and second-guessing …”

“It gets easier the more you do practice.”

“Well, I think that’s all the practice I’d like for now anyway.”

“You don’t need any more practice, trust me. I was plenty embarrassed.”

Bette sighed contentedly, even laughing when Tina tossed her a look. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t like it at all. It thrilled you too. I saw it.”

With Bette’s uncertain tone of voice came Tina’s reassuring, smiling response: “I did, as a matter of fact. And … it was interesting, too. I never would have imagined how you felt at times … when I taunt you.”

“And now you know?”

“Mmm …” Tina moaned distractedly. “I’m thinking of a little role play for tomorrow.”

“Already planning your revenge?” Bette teased in return, tossing her glance to their drapes. The neutral color soothed her, and she smiled again.

“No revenge necessary. It was … fantastic. Scary at times, because I don’t really know how to truly give myself over  – not in the way you do. You know?”

“Of course.”

As they shifted, Bette caught sight of Tina’s breast, inching her head a little closer to blow cool air on it and watch it pebble before her eyes. She felt that Tina’s body was an endless miracle granted to her. Her lips yearned to reach out, showing her devotion. She bit her lip thinking of all the ways she could prove to Tina that she was the same submissive lover as the day before. Images of herself on her knees and Tina spanking her thrilled Bette to no end. The images became so vivid, in fact, that she moaned.

“So. An entire day of sex.”

Bette laughed, despite her train of thought. “And all over some banality of my college party talents.”

“You know … I’m glad you’re so good at that … pong thing.”

Genuinely surprised, Bette untucked her head from Tina’s shoulder, and stared affectionately. “You are …?”

“Even if we never do that again with such intensity … I’m glad we shared that.”

“Me too,” Bette grinned. “And I’m amazed you let me spank you.”

After much teasing, they relented and rested against one another again. Even after Tina had explained that being spanked was not her favorite sensation, she teased Bette again for liking the delivery of such. She knew Bette’s enjoyment of the sharp pain, and they giggled with excitement. Finally, they settled to relax in bed, just talking about the new experiences they had shared.

“I learned a lot from today,” Tina sighed as they had readied themselves for bed. Bette curled up in her arms.

“… You did?”

Tina thought to the day’s events, and her many thoughts of how she could better humiliate and punish her submissive lover. Her arm pulled Bette snug to her side, and then rested against the muscular body with cravings so submissive she purred. “I did.”

They liked to push each other’s boundaries – within a defined set of hard limits. What those limits had been and what they had become were different and ever-changing.

Bette smiled herself to sleep with Tina’s confident grin pressed to her bangs.