Chapter 4
“Did you masturbate this past week, Traci?” Dr. John’s question makes me drop my gaze down to the carpet. This week I wore another sundress with buttons down the front. Dr. John had me take it off as soon as I was in his office.
I hadn’t bothered to put any underwear or bra on this time, so I’m completely naked, and rather than letting me sit on the couch, I’m standing in front of it. Legs spread shoulder width apart, my hands behind my head to push my breasts out in front of me.
“Yes,” I whisper, answering his question.
Even though he’d told me not to. I hadn’t even made it out of the building after my last appointment before I’d had my fingers in my pussy again.
“How often did you masturbate?”
I continue to study my knees as heat rises in my cheeks. I don’t want to answer him. I can’t even look at him.
“Every day?”
I wince and nod.
Sometimes twice a day. Three times yesterday, imagining what might happen when I got here. But I don’t say that, I just stay silent. Bad enough admitting how often I’ve masturbated thinking about him.
Dr. John makes a disapproving noise and I want to shrink into nothing. I kind of figured that once I’d already disobeyed, what was the point? But now I wish I’d at least tried harder. I want him to fuck me, but from the noise he just made, I’m pretty sure I’ve lost that opportunity.
Last week I sucked his cock.
Maybe he’ll let me do that again.
Why I want to be my therapist’s sexual plaything, I have no idea, but it’s almost like I’m addicted to him.
Addicted to what he does to me. How he makes me feel.
God, I want him to fuck me so bad. My pussy pulses between my legs at the thought, and it takes all my willpower not to shove my hands between them and rub another orgasm out.
Except that I don’t want my fingers – I want him.
Part of the reason I needed to masturbate so much was because it wasn’t enough. It didn’t fully satisfy me.
“I’m very disappointed, Traci, but we’ll deal with that at the end of this session.
” His voice holds so much disappointment that I want to melt down into the floor.
No such luck. Instead, I stand in the middle of his office, naked, my breasts thrust out in front of me, pussy throbbing between my spread legs, while he conducts my therapy session.
I answer any question he asks me, just like always, because I’m that desperate for his touch. His attention. The moment when he focuses on me instead of that damn clipboard.
The session goes by quickly. It always does.
And then he’s putting the clipboard to the side and my heart starts to pound in my chest in anticipation, my entire body coming alive.
My nipples are already hard, but it feels like they become extra sensitive, so tight and needy.
My skin buzzes with electricity, my clit throbbing in time with my nipples, as my tongue flicks out to lick my lips.
“Crawl to me, Traci.”
My mouth waters as I drop to my hands and knees, tits swaying beneath me as I crawl to Dr. John. My gaze lifts up to eagerly meet his before dropping back down to the bulge at the front of his pants.
But he doesn’t go for his belt the way he did last week. Instead, he pats his lap.
“Over my lap.”
I stare at him for a long moment and he raises one silver eyebrow at me.
“That’s an additional ten. Now, Traci, over my lap.”
My brain finally realizes he’s serious. And that I’ve just earned myself an additional punishment for not being quick enough to obey.
I scramble up and over his lap, panting slightly as our bodies touch.
The expensive fabric of his pants feels almost rough against my sensitized skin.
I can feel his cock digging into my side as he uses one hand to pull me closer against him.
I whimper as I stare down at the carpet where my hands are now pressed, helping me keep my position over my therapist’s thighs.
“Keep those legs spread,” he commands, smacking his fingertips against my pussy, and I cry out as I quickly spread my legs apart.
That stung like fire on my poor, throbbing pussy, and yet it sent my arousal soaring as much as if he’d rubbed my clit instead of spanking it. I whimper as my body continues to tingle in the aftermath, so wet and needy.
“Fifty for being a bad girl and masturbating after I told you not to, and then another ten for not going over my lap when I told you to.” His hand rubs over my ass and I don’t need to ask what he means by fifty and ten.
I bite my lip to keep from saying something sassy and making my situation worse.
“You have a problem with authority, Traci, but we’ll work on that.
Now, be a good girl and be quiet while you take your punishment. ”
Then his hand comes down hard on my upturned ass and I squeal in surprise before managing to stop myself.
“That’s another five.”
My butt cheek is stinging painfully where he spanked me, but I nod my head in understanding, clenching my jaw to keep from making noise as his hand comes down again on my other cheek.
He’s not giving me easy swats either.
This spanking hurts.
His hand is like a wooden plank, coming down on my ass again and again, peppering it with sharp, crisp swats that are far noisier than I am.
Not only that, but the stinging, throbbing pain builds every time his hand comes down, especially after he runs out of open real estate and his hand begins to impact against already spanked skin.
I can’t help but make some noise as he sets my ass on fire with the punishment, his hand coming down again and again.
I’m whimpering, sniffling, my eyes filling up with tears that eventually spill over and begin to fall to the floor.
As much as I try, I know I’m getting louder, my crying harder and harder to contain as my butt is thoroughly roasted.
He stops, his hand resting on my bottom.
Oh thank god, it’s over.
“I suppose if you cannot contain yourself, I will have to help you,” he says coolly. I can feel him shifting beneath me, like he’s getting something out of his pocket. “Since you did not wear any underwear this week, we will use the ones you left here last week. Open up.”
Dr. John taps the fabric against my cheek, and my mouth pops open.
He shoves my panties inside.
Are they dirty? Are they clean? I have no idea.
Clean, I think, as no lingering flavor clings to my tongue. I bite down on them, the fabric slightly muffling my cry as he begins to spank me again.
If anything, the brief break made things even worse. He lights up my ass, and I’m actually grateful to the underwear in my mouth helping me stay quiet. My legs start to kick and I feel his thigh underneath me shift, and then his calf is over my legs, pinning them in place.
I can’t help it anymore, I reach back to try and cover my burning bottom.
He easily catches my wrists and pins them in the small of my back, leaving me helpless over his lap as his hand comes down again and again.
Unable to move other than to squirm, my panties soaking in my mouth, my ass on fire…
and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I can feel my pussy clenching every time his hand comes down, my clit throbbing in time with the heat in my ass. My tears are falling to the floor, my jaw aching from trying to hold back my shrieks. When he finally stops again, I heave in my breath, letting my body go limp across his lap.
“Time for the last five.”
Oh god… I can’t possibly take anymore…
“Keep your legs spread, Traci, or I’ll add on more.”
My leg muscles immediately tense, locking into place.
His hand comes down on my pussy.
Hard.
I almost scream, but I lock my jaw up just in time and my panties muffle the rest of the noise.
Again his hand smacks against my wet pussy, making me squeal and try to writhe on his lap. The painful throbbing is sending lightning through my body.
His hand comes down again, right on my center.
Again.
And again… and when I cry out this time, it’s because my insides are now clenching and spasming as shocked waves of ecstasy assault my senses. It hurts so much that I’m coming.
I hear Dr. John chuckle and then he spanks my pussy again and again, sending me on a series of paroxysms that leave me breathless and pulsing.
“You are a very naughty girl, Traci,” he says, but this time he doesn’t sound so disapproving. “Very well, on your knees. Keep your hands behind your back.”
His hands move from my body, allowing me more freedom, and then I’m on my knees in front of him while he gets to his feet and frees his cock from his pants.
It springs out in front of my face, bobbing heavy and ready to be pleasured.
I’m throbbing all over from the waist down already, but my mouth waters as Dr. John plucks my panties from between my lips and lets them drop to the floor.
Just like last time, the only part of him that’s naked is his cock. He’s fully clothed otherwise, while I’m completely bare, with my bright-red ass on display for anyone who walks into the office. Not that anyone will, but knowing what we look like is another turn-on for me.
“Open up,” he orders, and then immediately shoves his cock between my lips.
Unlike last week, he doesn’t let me worship it first.
This is a hard, fast face-fuck, meant for his pleasure.
He gets a tight grip on my hair and holds me in place, his cock immediately battering the back of my throat while more tears slide down my cheeks.
I do my best to swallow him, breathing through my nose, trying not to gag and choke too much.
My tongue flicks along the underside of his dick, trying to pleasure him.
Trying to be a good girl for him.
My ass is on fire from the reminder of what bad girls get.
My pussy still aching, not fully satisfied despite my orgasm.
He pulls out before he comes, wrapping his hand around his dick and fisting it right in front of my face. For a moment, I think he’s going to come on me, just like that.
“Get up on your feet, turn around, and bend over.” His voice is hoarser than normal. “Put your hands on the coffee table.”
I immediately jump to my feet and do as he says. My legs are spread wide, showing him my wet pussy and the red-hot cheeks of my ass. My tits hang beneath me, my nipples hard as they sway gently in the air while I get into position.
I hear his soft groan behind me before understanding hits, along with a wet splash of warm fluid across the hot cheeks of my ass.
Heat blooms on my face as I realize what he’s doing and picture the white streaks across the red of my spanked butt.
It’s humiliating and hot all at the same time, like so many of my sessions with Dr. John.
Another splash. Then another. Then I hear his soft sigh of completion.
“Stay right there.”
I can’t tell exactly what he’s doing, but as I look down, I can see his feet moving. Turning toward his desk. I can hear the soft sound of his clothing being straightened while I feel his cum start to slide over my sensitive skin.
Then his finger runs along the wetness, like he’s scooping it up. I gasp as he thrusts his fingers into my pussy.
Oh god… he’s pushing his cum into my pussy…
Almost like he fucked me and came in me, except he didn’t. Making this act feel incredibly shameful. Because I was a bad girl, he didn’t fuck me. He didn’t come in me. But now he’s still filling my pussy with the cum I didn’t deserve.
I whimper, lifting my hips up for more, because I’m so turned on, but after he’s done scooping most of it, I feel his hand rubbing over me. Rubbing his cum into my skin like it’s lotion or something.
“Stand up and turn around, Traci.”
I do, my hands hanging at my sides, looking up into his dark eyes.
“Open your mouth.”
He shoves his fingers in. They taste like cum and pussy, and I know it’s the hand he used to scoop and fill me. I suck the juices off of him, the flavor of our combined fluids both salty and sweet filling my mouth. A filthy finish to my humiliating punishment.
“Don’t shower until tonight. I want you to know my cum is on your ass for the rest of the day.
” He pops his fingers out of my mouth and wipes them over my breast, wiping my saliva off onto my skin, barely looking at me as he does so.
Just like always, as soon as the session is over, his focus on me is gone.
Although, the fact that he doesn’t want me to shower, that he’ll be thinking about whether or not his cum is on my skin the rest of the day…
it sends a thrill through my belly. He begins moving back to his seat at his desk.
“Do not masturbate this week. If you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you next session. ”
I get dressed slowly, taking my panties with me this time, but he doesn’t look up again; his focus is on his computer and whatever he’s looking at there.
My pussy pulses between my legs as I walk out the door, my ass sensitive and smarting as the fabric of my skirt brushes over the chastised skin.
I feel like everyone must be able to look at me and know that I’ve been spanked and had my therapist’s cum rubbed into my abused flesh.
As much as I want to go to the bathroom and rub another orgasm out… I don’t. I walk by it.
Like a good girl.
Because I want to get fucked next week more than I want an orgasm right now.