“Why did you do it, Jessica?” Dr. Douglas drops his notepad and glasses to the side table and his heavy leather chair squeaks as he leans back and sighs. His grey eyes stare sternly over his steepled fingers as he waits for my reply.

Dr. Douglas has been my therapist for thirteen years and he has helped me overcome a lot in my fucked up life. With his help, I have an education, a career, and a place of my own; a place where I am safe.

I blow a stray hair from my face and shrug. “I guess I did it for the same reasons I always end up doing it.”

He says nothing as he pulls a golden watch from the pocket of his navy blue vest and flicks the cover open and closed, never breaking our eye contact to check the time. My answer is not good enough.

“I cheated on Brad because he was going to ask me to marry him. I know that what I did was wrong and I should have just told him I wasn't ready for a commitment that heavy, but in my defence, at least this way he is gone for good.”

“What was Brad lacking?”

My face reddens and I shrug my shoulders.

“You do know. Tell me this then, how do you feel when you cheat; what drives you to do it?”

I lower my head and stare and my fidgeting hands in my lap as they pull at the hem of my skirt. I don't look up as Dr. Douglas’ chair squeaks and his brown shoes stop on the carpeted floor in front of me. I smell clean soap on his hand as he applies firm pressure under my chin, forcing my head upwards. It is a long way up from my vantage point, crouched on this low sofa, but eventually those steely eyes have me in their hold as they pull out the reasons that I do not even want to admit to myself.

“You cheat because you like the rush that comes with doing something that you think is bad. You did this as a child too, Jessica. When you come home to your significant other and tell him what you have done, he does not give you the reaction you need, does he?” Dr. Douglas caresses my hair gently as though he were stroking a cat and I am tempted to purr and rub my face against him. Instead, I acknowledge him with a nod and he continues. “Had he been giving you what you needed, you never would have had the inclination to cheat to begin with.”

Tears fill my eyes and I nod more fervently as Dr. Douglas continues to stroke me.

“You are a good girl, Jessica. You simply need reminding from time to time, that is all.” His caressing hand presses my head to his thigh and I do it, I rub my cheek against him like I am his little pet and I sigh, relieved that somebody understands me and relieved that I am not a bad girl.

Dr. Douglas sits next to me and rests his hand on my lap below the hem of my skirt. “When you do good, you should be praised and rewarded and given reasons to want to continue doing good. But when you misbehave, we have to nip that in the bud right away.” He pats his lap. “Lay across me, Jessica.”

My eyes bulge and I wonder if he is serious.

“Immediately, Jessica.”

I slide to my knees on the coarse carpet and bend over Dr. Douglas' lap, sending my short skirt up over my bum. I am blushing profusely and deep down I know this should not be happening, but I am engulfed in a thrill far more potent than any affair I have ever had because right now I am engaging in something very VERY bad with my doctor!

A firm and heavy hand settles on my back and the other hand rubs circles around my bum cheek; one then the other. The touch abruptly ends and a loud slap rings in the quiet room. It doesn’t hurt at all. Slap! My other cheek receives an equally loud and painless strike. The next two slaps come lower towards my thighs and they sting a little. Dr. Douglas soothes them and his thumb grazes the damp strip of panty that covers my slit, causing me to shiver before he sends two more painful strikes to my warming bum cheeks. I whine a little and I squirm on his lap, feeling a growing prick between his legs.

“Aaahhh!” I cry out. The slaps are really burning now and I am raw. Even his caresses between slaps become excruciating, yet I feel the juice trickling from my pussy and he is gathering it up and rubbing it all over me.

When he hits me again, I cry; I can't take anymore. I try to break free but his hand holds me down with ease.

“We are almost done,” he purrs smoothly. “Soon, I will be satisfied that you have gotten all that you deserve.”

Out of nowhere, a finger sinks into my wet pussy and strokes against my insides, quickly bringing me near to an orgasm before withdrawing and lashing me again, the sting almost delivers the final caress to my eruption. Everything goes quiet and Dr. Douglas shifts above me and his warm mouth touches my sore bottom, delivering gentle licks and kisses. I sink into his lap as my body relaxes all over, but more surprise strikes stiffen me with tension again.

“Mmmmm,” I moan as he returns to gentle fingering, bringing me so close, so fucking close, I'm gonna… “Argh! Owwww!” Oh fuck, he is wailing on me relentlessly now. I am screeching, he is panting, his cock is a rock beneath my stomach.

“Oh god, what's happening to me?” I whine as the intense heat that spreads over my beaten ass sinks deeper and deeper into my core.

“I am not going to stop until you come,” Dr. Douglas grunts and penetrates me again, only briefly before returning to his relentless slaps. Suddenly his slaps are contained right in the middle, spanking my clit.

I am tangled up in ropes of pleasure and pain and my only way out is to orgasm and I am on the brink of doing exactly that, but I am holding it in because I do not want this to end.

“Come for your Daddy, Jessica.”

“Oh god!” My entire body convulses and I feel like I am being turned inside out as I lose all control to him. I come so hard, nobody other than myself has ever made me come like this. I do not know when the spanking ended and his hand began gently rubbing out my moment, feeding it and expanding it.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he eases me back to reality. I am in his clinic, sprawled across his lap with my swollen red tush exposed to the air. Dr. Douglas repositions my tired body, sliding me to the floor between his wide spread legs. He strokes my hair again and he smiles like he is very proud of me.

I like that he is happy with me and I want to make him happier. I eye the bulge in his pants and tentatively crawl my fingers towards it, unsure if he will allow me. I glance up and he nods. I smile and blush as I unbuckle his belt, pop the buttons, and slowly slide down his zipper. Dr. Douglas shifts slightly to free his massive boner from the leg of his slacks.

“Take it out,” he says. “Get to know me. Know my scent, know my texture, know my flavour. This will be all you will ever want and all you will ever need, do you understand me?”

I nod and pull him out over his boxer briefs. He is long, but not unmanageable and he is thick, so fucking thick.

“Take out my balls too, Jessica.”

I obey and curl in under them and slip them out over the stretchy material. His balls are big and heavy and they roll nicely in my hand.

“Smell me,” he says.

I bring my nose to his pelvis and sniff lightly, but he tells me to do better so I dig my nose into him so much that his pubes tickle me. I breathe in his potency, taking my time to smell his warm musk mixed with pungence and a woody fragrance.

“Now feel me while you continue to imprint on my scent.”

I whimper and wrap my hand around him and begin to stroke.

“No, not like that.” He stills my hand and opens my grip. “Feel me. Memorise me such that if all your other senses are taken away and all you have is touch, you will know you are touching me.”

I am unsure how to handle his cock. I only ever touched a penis for one purpose and my hand is confused. I bring both hands in and feel blindly along his shaft with my fingers while my nose is buried in his hair. His skin is soft like silk wrapped over an iron rod. His foreskin slides smoothly with my touch, slipping down off his mushroomed tip and swallowing it up again. His legs tense when my fingers touch the exposed tip and I feel slimy precum at his slit. I trace the ridges of his veins and feel his root to the base where it disappears inside him. I follow the bottom down to his balls, the skin is almost like gooseflesh and his nuts feel really full inside. Dr. Douglas groans quietly and praises my touch.

He shifts upwards and pulls his belt from its loops. “Now you will taste me.” He tells me to fold my hands to my chest like I am praying and he wraps his belt around my chest and wrists, pinning my hands and squeezing my tits. “Put your mouth on me,” he says and holds the base of his cock.

I bend forward awkwardly with no arms and almost fall on him, but he catches me by the hair with his free hand and aligns me with his stiff rod, pushing my lips towards it. I open my mouth and he shoves me down hard, sending my nose slamming into his pubes while my throat goes into vicious convulsions. He holds me there and I am either going to throw up or die. My body fights to save itself and my legs begin to splay erratically as I try to wrestle free. Dr. Douglas hooks my legs behind his and pins them to the couch.

Saliva and phlegm are pouring down over his underwear, spreading a large wet patch. I am about to black out when he pulls me off and I gasp for air, spittle hanging from my lips and webbed to his cock.

“Who am I?” he asks.

“Dr. Douglas,” I reply through heavy panting.

“Wrong.” He shoves me down again, sending me into another choking fit.

“Who am I?”

“M-Matthew…”

A harsh growl sends me near to death again.

“Last chance. Who am I?”

“Daddy?” I cry.

“That's right, baby girl.”

His pride in me shines and I feel so wonderful that I have pleased him. He releases his tight grip on my hair and I eagerly slurp away at his delicious cock as he leans back with his arms spread across the back of the sofa. I watch the pleasure wash over his face while I suck him and lick him. I love that I am making him feel this amount of joy and I take him deeper and deeper each time his lips praise my goodness. His thighs flex beneath me and his abdomen shivers as he breathes out a long sigh and his cock spits violently into my mouth, firing its hot, thick load to the back of my throat. So much of it keeps coming and coming and I swallow vigorously as my mouth fills up.

Daddy lifts me from his dripping wet cock and cradles my bound body in his lap, dropping a soft kiss to my forehead and stroking my hair while I rub my face against his warm chest.

“You will never try to displease me, will you, Jessica.” He utters his words as a statement, not a question.

I shake my head. “Never, Daddy.”

“Know that what we did this afternoon was not punishment; this was all done for your pleasure. You do not want to ever have to experience being punished by me.”