Penny Hofstadter

Mistress Zelda sat in her nook sipping on her coffee. She looked out of the large window that faced the West. The sun was coming up on the Eastern horizon, giving the westward sky a dull blueish-grey coloring as the rising sun chased away the shadows of the night. She smiled to herself, enjoying the view. Her phone chimed and lit up as it sat next to her free hand on the small table in the nook.

Mistress Zelda grabbed the phone and looked at it. On the screen was a reminder of an appointment she had in a few minutes in the fictional realm. "Penny Hofstadter," she said quietly before downing the rest of her coffee before standing and straightening her dark blue suit jacket and matching skirt.

Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she made her way to her room, took the golden skeleton key from its hiding place, and entered her closet. At the rear of the closet, she pressed on the hidden switch, and the panel hiding a keyhole slid aside. Mistress Zelda inserted the key and began to focus intently on the version of L.A. that had existed in the long-running hit sitcom, The Big Bang Theory. She turned the key and a hidden door opened. Mistress Zelda removed the key and stepped in.

The door softly closed behind her and Mistress Zelda closed her eyes tightly waiting for the sudden and intense feeling of vertigo to fade.

When it did, she opened her eyes and was now facing a door. She opened it and moved out of the closet and bedroom. Mistress Zelda took the opportunity to change into something more fitting for the upcoming discipline session. She chose tight-fitting black leather pants, a red leather bra, and knee-high red leather boots with a wedge heel. Once dressed she stepped out of the bedroom, finding one of her maids waiting for her with a fresh cup of tea.

"Has Misses Hofstadter arrived yet?" Mistress Zelda asked.

"She just pulled past the estate's front gate, Mistress."

“Good, see her to the waiting room, would you, Clarice?” Mistress Zelda asked as she began making her way to the dungeon.

“It would be my pleasure, Mistress,” Clarice replied before heading to the mansion's entrance hall.

Penny Hofstadter made her way from her car to the front of the large, imposing, yet beautiful Gothic mansion. Her sessions with Mistress Zelda were perhaps the last secret she kept from her husband Leonard Hofstadter who after five more years of hard work had been awarded a Nobel Peace Prize of his own. It had been a lifelong dream of his, and nearly every scientist familiar with his work, even one of their best friends, the socially inept genius Sheldon Cooper, agreed it was long overdue.

Penny gave herself one last look over. Having come straight from the gym, she was dressed in a loose-fitting pink tank top, that left small bits of her black sports bra visible, black yoga pants, and pink and white sneakers. She pulled out her phone, opened the camera app, and flipped the camera as if to take a selfie. Instead of tapping the screen to take a picture, she simply looked at her face. Her cheeks were still lightly flushed from her workout. She wore no makeup, and her natural beauty shone through brightly. Her long blonde hair was still slightly damp from her post-workout shower. Penny quickly shoved her phone back into her stylish black leather purse, and rang the doorbell.

Clarice opened the door and smiled at Penny. “Misses Hofstadter, welcome and good morning,” she said with a smile as she stepped aside allowing Penny to enter.

“Good morning,” Penny replied with a smile as she entered the dominatrix’s home.

“Please follow me.” Penny smiled and nodded at the maid and began to follow her through the now-familiar home until they reached the waiting room. “Have a seat, Mistress Zelda will see you shortly.”

“Thanks, again,” Penny said with a smile as she sat in one of the comfortable armchairs. She looked up at the pair of lights above the dungeon door. One was red, the other green. Currently, the red light was on, and Penny knew what would happen. Soon the red light would go out and the green one would come on, signifying that Mistress Zelda was ready to begin their session.

The waiting was the worst part, at least in Penny’s opinion. She suspected that Mistress Zelda was ready to begin every session with her clients when they arrived, however, she made them wait, made them wonder what pain and humiliation waited for them in the dimly lit and supremely well-equipped dungeon.

The former waitress/actress turned pharmaceutical sales rep took a deep breathing exercise to calm her racing heart as she tapped her fingertips on the armrest of her chair. The seconds passed like minutes, and minutes like hours. Finally, the red light went out and the green light came on. Penny took one last calming breath before standing and walking to the dungeon door. She knocked on the door and the intercom next to it crackled to life.

“Enter,” Mistress Zelda said, her tone even and nearly emotionless. Penny opened the door and stepped into the dungeon, greeted by the musky and earthy scent of freshly oiled leather. It was a scent she now associated with authority. The hardwood floor and freshly polished wooden bondage furniture glinted in the dim light of the room. Penny took a moment to smile slightly at Mistress Zelda, who was sitting on there throne awaiting her. She stripped off her clothes and placed them, and her belongings in the large bin near the door.

Now completely naked, Penny approached Mistress Zelda’s throne and lowered herself to her knees. “Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment,” Penny said trying to keep her voice even and not let her fear or anticipation show.

Mistress Zelda sat unmoving on her throne as she took a moment to admire Penny’s body. She was fit and trim seemingly without an ounce of fat on her. She could see the faintest hint of stretch marks on her otherwise tight stomach which she could see the outline of her well-toned abs. Her ample breasts only had the slightest hint of sag, and her pink puffy nipples were already hard. She turned her gaze between the kneeling blonde’s legs and saw that her pussy was shaved completely bald as she required of her clients.

“Welcome my dear,” Mistress Zelda said in a warm and silky tone. “Before we begin, tell me how are Leonard and little Arya?”

“They’re good, and Arya isn’t so little anymore, she’s nearly five now.”

“Time does fly,” Mistress Zelda said allowing herself a smile and a slight laugh. “Tell me Penny, what has happened that you have scheduled our session today?” Being one of the few clients Mistress Zelda had that had little to no fame of her own, Penny was allowed to schedule appointments as she believed she needed them.

The kneeling blonde took a deep breath before looking at the brunette dominatrix. “Well, Mistress Zelda, Lately I’ve been feeling hemmed in. Leonard is traveling a lot to do interviews and give guest lectures and I am so happy for him, he deserves this, and work has been more than willing to give me time to take Arya and travel with him.”

“But?”

Penny took another deep breath. “I love Leonard and our life together but, sometimes I still feel like I want more.”

“I see, and have you told Leonard this? Has he been treating you differently lately?”

“I haven’t told Leonard, and he’s been so wonderful. He still does little sweet things for me, no matter how busy he gets he makes time to take me to dinner, or orders something nice in and gets me a bottle of my favorite wine. And he adores Arya, anytime she wants to play dress up or have a tea party or whatever, he drops everything to do it.”

“That’s good to hear,” Mistress Zelda said as she stood from her throne. She walked over to a straight-backed chair near one of the walls and brought it over near Penny before setting it on the floor and taking a seat. “Let’s get started.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Penny said before standing and going to the dominatrix’s side. “Mistress Zelda, may I please be put across your lap for my warm-up spanking?” Mistress Zelda’s only reply was a slight smile as she pat her lap with both hands.

Penny sighed with a mixture of relief and anticipation as she lowered herself across Mistress Zelda’s lap. She felt her Mistress’s firm, but not unpleasant, grip on her hips as she adjusted her client just so. Penny’s toned glutes trembled slightly as Mistress Zelda rested her hand on her right cheek. “Have you told Leonard any of this?” she asked as she fastened a light blue leather collar around Penny’s neck.

“No, Mistress Zelda. I-I’m afraid that if I did, he’d get in his head and think that he isn’t good enough for me, or Arya. We went through that shortly after we got married. Thankfully we both realized we were both subconsciously trying to sabotage the relationship because we both thought we didn’t deserve the other,” Penny answered as Mistress Zelda gently rubbed her upturned ass. “And then there’s Arya to consider.”

“How so?”

“Mistress Zelda, Arya is so smart and very empathetic she knows when Leonard or I are in an off mood and feels it, I swear since she was just a newborn. I’m afraid that if Leonard got into his head thinking he wasn’t good enough, she’d somehow pick up on it and think it was something to do with her.”

“I see,” Mistress Zelda said as she continued to gently rub Penny’s bottom. “Have you told Leonard about your need for discipline, or asked him to spank you?”

“No, Mistress I haven’t.”

“And why not?”

“I-I’m afraid that he wouldn’t be willing to do it, and definitely that Arya would walk in. I can’t imagine trying to explain to a five-year-old why Daddy is spanking Mommy.” A loud smack filled the air and echoed off of the walls as Penny gasped at the sudden pain in her right cheek. It was only one swat, but it had been delivered in full ****. Mistress Zelda grabbed Penny’s long blonde hair and pulled back before forcing her to turn he head to look at the dominatrix over her shoulder.

“I’ll grant you the awkwardness with little Arya, but you know better about Leonard, don’t you Penelope Ann Hofstadter?” Mistress Zelda’s tone along with the use of her full name making her feel like a scolded child.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Penny admitted. She and Leonard shared a healthy and adventurous sex life. Some things like the time at the beach had taken some convincing on her part but Leonard was willing to try anything for her. And despite him not being the physical type she had gone for before falling for him, the short, unathletic physicist was by far the best lover she had ever had.

“Leonard has all but worshiped the ground you walk on since you met. How long ago has that been now?”

“About seventeen years, Mistress Zelda.”

“And despite your struggles with your feelings, in the beginning, you still love each other do you not?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda, I- Leonard and I love one another and I couldn’t imagine my life without him, I-I don’t even want to try.”

“Then after today’s session, I want you to be honest with him about your needs, and that you have seen me. I’m sure it will be awkward, but tell him that I want him to come to your next session so that I can show him how to discipline you when you need it. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Penny said meekly as a tear slid slowly down her cheek.

“Good girl,” Mistress Zelda said as she softly stroked the cheek she had swatted. “Now let’s get you warmed up, shall we?”

“Yes, please, Mistress Zelda,” Penny said as she scooted her hips up slightly so her bottom was higher for the coming **** on her backside. The swats came slow, and rhythmic at first but were far from gentle. Penny gasped and whined as Mistress Zelda picked up her pace. She shut her eyes tightly not wanting the tears welling up in her eyes begin to fall. Finally, once her pristine white backside was suitably pinkened, Mistress Zelda went back to rubbing the now sore cheeks.

“Let it out, Penelope,” she said in a stern tone. Penny took a deep breath, when she let it out it was shaky and she softly sobbed as a single tear began to streak down her cheek. Mistress Zelda continued to rub her client’s bottom in a soothing motion. “That’s it, let it all out,” she cooed gently. After several more minutes in her Mistress’s lap, Penny’s sobs lessened to sniffles and then hiccups as the tears dried up.

“Th-thank you, Mistress Zelda,” Penny said as she took deep breaths, willing her body to calm down.

“You know you don’t need to act tough and strong here don’t you, Penelope?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda.”

“Good, now that you’re warmed up, stand up,” she said gently patting Penny’s ass. Wordlessly Penny stood, and gently rubbed her ass. Mistress Zelda stood, and gently grabbed Penny by the arm and led her over to a metal pillar that stood about three feet tall with a thick leather pad on top of it, and another short metal arm that stuck out of the far side. On the wooden arm were two leather cuffs, and on the main body of the pillar near the floor was another set of leather cuffs that were connected by a chain that passed through the pillar and sat in a channel that ran up the body of the pillar. On the floor by the pillar's side was a foot pedal that allowed Mistress Zelda to adjust the device’s height.

“What is this, Mistress Zelda?” Penny asked nervously. This was the first time that Mistress Zelda intended to use the device in one of her sessions with the blonde.

“Where your session will take place today,” the dominatrix answered as she adjusted the height of the device until the leather pad sat just below Penny’s slender waist. “This will be a short session today since we are not dealing with any actual bad behavior. Now bend over the pad Penelope.”

Gingerly, Penny lowered herself across the pad, letting her torso rest on the cool smooth leather. Mistress Zelda said nothing as she secured her wrists in the cuffs on the short arm, and then her ankles in the cuffs attached to the body of the pillar. Once she had Penny properly secured she worked the foot pedal again and raised the device until Penny’s bare feet hung about six inches off of the dungeon floor.

Mistress Zelda then went to a set of hooks along the wall, each hook held a leather flogger waiting to be used by the dominatrix to deliver much-needed discipline to one of her many clients. The brunette quickly selected the heaviest of the floggers before returning to Penny and holding it in front of her face for the blonde to see.

The flogger is made of thick, black leather with multiple strands hanging from the handle. Each strand is almost an inch wide, and they vary in length from about a foot to about two feet. The strands are tightly packed together, giving the flogger a weighty appearance. The handle is also wrapped in leather for a better grip, with a leather loop at the back of the handle to ensure it does not go anywhere should Mistress Zelda’s experienced hand slip.

“Today Penelope,” Mistress Zelda began as she slipped the leather loop over her wrist. “I am going to flog you. After each lash I want you to name something Leonard gives you that none of your other lovers has. When I am satisfied I will release you and take you across the waiting room to write your letter. Today’s letter will not be one of apology, since again we are not dealing with bad behavior. Instead, it will be a promissory note of sorts. One in which you will promise to be honest with Leonard, and to make an appointment based on his availability so that he may accompany you and learn to discipline you himself. I assume that I am understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda, but, what about Arya?”

“Your friends, Howard and Bernadette, Raj, Sheldon and Amy, I believe their names are. Would they be willing to look after Arya for a couple of hours while Leonard learns, and of course when you tell him you need to be punished?”

“They would, but, I’d rather not tell them why. Howard would give Leonard a hard time about it, Raj would try to give some kind of God-awful advice, and Amy… Amy would try to convince Sheldon to do it to her.”

“What if anything you tell your friends I will leave to you, but you will tell Leonard,” Mistress Zelda said, her voice once again becoming stern and unyielding.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Penny replied before the dominatrix moved behind her. Mistress Zelda moved the flogger across her body, and with her free hand pulled the supple leather tendrils taught as she focused her gaze on Penny’s ass.

The sound of the leather tendrils striking tender flesh filled the air. Penny grunted as she pulled at her wrist cuffs and involuntarily tried to spread and kick her legs. “Leonard gives me real love, Mistress!” Penny shouted. A second later the second lash landed, this time on Penny’s left cheek. Leonard gives me security, Mistress!”

“Very good,” Mistress Zelda said as she readied the flogger again, now aiming back at the right cheek. The third lash landed hard bringing tears back to Penny’s green eyes.

“Leonard gives me new perspectives, Mistress!”

“That’s my girl,” Mistress Zelda cooed as she continued to deliver the strikes. The third or fourth lash later, Penny could no longer hold back her tears she sobbed out loud as she obediently called out things Leonard gave her that no one else had. “And lastly Penelope, what else does Leonard give you that none of your other lovers have?”

“He inspires me to be a better person, Mistress Zelda,” Penny sobbed as the flogger fell one final time. Mistress Zelda returned the flogger to its hook before gently rubbing her right and over Penny’s back as she continued to sob.

“That’s it, Penelope,” she said softly. “Let all that anxiety, longing, and fear out,” she added her tone turning soothing and caring. When Penny’s sobs finally quieted Mistress Zelda crouched in front of Penny and brushed stray strands of blonde hair away from Penny’s eyes. “You know Leonard loves you, don’t you?”

Penny quickly nodded. “Yes, yes, Mistress Zelda.”

“And do you think he will judge you when you tell him about me?”

“No, Mistress Zelda. He might be a little hurt, which terrifies me, confused, but he won’t judge me.”

“And do you think that he will be willing to learn to discipline you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I know that if it makes me happy he will do it,” Penny answered as Mistress Zelda unbuckled her wrist cuffs, before doing the same with her ankles, allowing Penny off of the device.

“Then everything will be alright, Penelope. Now, let’s get you to the other room so you can write your letter.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Penny replied as she lowered herself to her knees. Mistress Zelda smiled at her as she clipped a leash to her collar and led Penny out of the dungeon, across the waiting room, and into the room that held the antique writing desk that Penny had always adored.

“Alright Penny,” she said when she unfastened the leash, “as always you have one hour, and you may use the restroom if you need to. If you finish early I want you kneeling in the corner with your nose pressed into it.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Penny replied as she made her way to the antique desk. She winced as she sat on the wooden bench and took the quill from its golden cradle. She dipped it into the ink well and let the excess ink fall before beginning to carefully and neatly write on the piece of paper Mistress Zelda had provided. She took her time, carefully selecting each word, and making sure her writing was as neat and clean as possible. When she finished she made her way to the corner of the room, knelt, and pressed her nose into the corner. Her thoughts drifted to telling Leonard about Mistress Zelda, about her need to be punished, and her desire for him to learn to punish her as she had nothing to do but listen to the clock slowly tick the time away until Mistress Zelda returned to take her and her letter back to the dungeon where she would read it out loud to the dominatrix.

The remainder of the hour passed slowly, as Penny imagined a hundred different reactions Leonard might have to being told about the dominatrix she had been seeing for regular discipline since shortly after their marriage. She was so lost in thought that she did not hear Mistress Zelda enter the room, or carefully take the letter from the desk without looking at it. Penny gasped loudly when Mistress Zelda gently placed her hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, Penny,” she said fighting back a laugh as she clipped the leash to the blonde’s collar. Penny said nothing as she turned and went onto all fours. Mistress Zelda led her back to the dungeon and removed the leash once they were in front of her throne. She handed Penny the letter she had written before she sat on her throne. “Stand up, and read what you have written.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Penny said as she stood, holding the paper carefully in both hands. She took a shaky breath before starting to read out loud what she had written. “Mistress Zelda, I promise that once I get home from today’s session, I will be honest with Leonard and tell him about you, and my need for discipline. I will tell him that I want him to learn to discipline me as you do, and I promise to bring him to my next session so that he may learn from you just how to punish me.

Your client,

Penelope Ann Hofstadter”

“Good girl, Penny,” Mistress Zelda said as she gently took the letter from Penny. You may get dressed you are dismissed.”

“Thank you, Mistress Zelda,” Penny said before making her way to the bin to collect her clothes and belongings.