I like older men. When I was a child, I fantasised about seducing my teachers, friends of the family… my doctors. And now my fantasy is coming true. Well, I am an adult now, but Dr. Douglas is twenty years older than me and I had it bad for him since our first therapy session thirteen years ago. I still cannot get over what he and I did in our most recent session. I think he made the most progress with me than all our prior meetings combined. My pussy hasn't stopped trembling for him and I am anxious to see him today. He went on a family vacation and it has been nearly a month since I saw him. I wait here now and wonder will he spank me again or was that just a one time occurrence to be forgotten?

His door creaks open. “Jessica, you may come in.”

I gather up my bag and jacket and enter his office, breathing deeply all the scents of him that I have been craving so desperately. I eye the couch where everything happened and my pussy throbs between my legs as I sit in the same space he sat while I sucked him off. I whimper quietly and shiver.

Dr. Douglas does not acknowledge me as his leather chair squeaks beneath him until he is comfortable, after which the room falls silent for long minutes. I don't know what to say. Normally he speaks first and that gets me talking, but he is only watching me and his expression is unreadable.

“Hi?” I say.

He lets out a long displeased sigh. “You have been busy in my absence."

“What do you mean?” I know exactly what he means.

Dr. Douglas turns his tablet screen towards me, revealing my profile on a porn forum. He begins to read my comments made to an older man who I had connected with in Dr. Douglas’ absence.

“Did you meet him?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No, Sir. I-I just shared some DMs with him… I was-”

“Have you learned nothing from our last session?” His anger is frosty. “Only me, Jessica; no one else. If you want to SEXT, do it with me!”

“I'm sorry, Daddy.”

He purses his lips and shakes his head. “You know I have to punish you. You have left me no choice.”

I lower my head and nod, whispering apologetically once more.

Dr. Douglas stands up and approaches a door, opening it to reveal a small coat closet.

My arms go up in protest as past traumas rise to the surface. “Please no, do not put me in there!”

“I warned you, Jessica. I told you to never disobey me. Come to me, now.”

Tears blur my vision as I glance at the door that exits this room while my feet carry me to Daddy.

He affectionately pulls me into his chest and strokes my hair while I weep. “Shhh, baby girl. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, not as long as I am here. Now, you are going to take your punishment like a good girl, okay?”

“Okay.” I sniffle in his shirt that is soaked with my tears.

“Good.” He holds my face and kisses my wet cheeks. “Good, good girl.” Slipping a hand into his pocket, he reveals a black silk scarf and covers my eyes, blacking out my vision. “It will be over before you know it. Take off your clothes. I will help you.”

Daddy holds my shaky hands and puts them to my shirt buttons, then he slides his hands down my front and begins opening my jeans, slowly peeling my clothes off one layer at a time. I whimper when his bare knuckles graze my hips as he slips down my panties. I barely have three buttons off my shirt in the time he has removed everything else. He takes over and soon I am naked and shivering in the chilly room.

“You will be warm in the closet,” he whispers and the last thing I hear is the hangers sliding across the closet bar before heavy noise canceling headphones are pressed to my ears. He holds me firm and guides me into the small space. I feel the walls shrinking around me, the garments surrounding me and choking me, darkness closing in on darkness. I cannot hear the volume of my pleas and cries as I scramble and claw wildly for freedom.

“Shh, shh, shh.” His voice purrs through the headset. “Breathe in slowly, I am here, smell me.”

I calm to his voice and I smell his cologne on the garments that occupy the small closet. Daddy is all around. Daddy is keeping me safe. I jump when his hand slides between my legs, slippery in juice I didn't even know I was producing. Why am I excited when I am so frightened?

“Unnnnhhh,” I moan as his hand slides back and forth… his hand and something else… “ohhhhh…” He inserts an object deep into my cunt.

“Keep it in place,” Daddy's voice breaks the silence.

The object issues a few pulsations and I almost fall to the floor.

“I have three more sessions, Jessica. You will be a good girl and stay quiet in here until I am finished work for the day.”

“But that's three hours!” I exclaim with no idea if I even spoke out loud as my audio gets immediately snuffed. I feel his final touches as he closes my legs tight and binds my ankles. He also ties my wrists behind my back and I cannot move my legs or arms whatsoever. A final decision is made and a cloth material is stuffed in my mouth and held in place with something leathery smelling which Daddy buckles around my head.

“Mmmpff.” The vibrator shakes me again and my cries of pleasure have no escape. The sensations last longer this time, delivering just enough to urge me to squirm against my bindings, seeking firmer pressure that my little movements cannot bring to fruition.

The minutes feel like hours as my body and mind oscillate from sexual pleasure to claustrophobic terror. The vibrator wedged inside me stills long enough for me to remember the oxygen deficient space I am trapped in before it powers on again and shuts my fear down with an agonizing need to orgasm. Sweat trickles down my neck and juice trickles down my legs. My pussy has never been so wet. I have never been brought to the brink so often. How does he know? How does he control this device when he is deep in therapy? Am I making noisy primal sounds through this muffle?

Mmmm, here it comes again! Oh god! Oh fuck!

“You are doing really well, Jessica.”

Daddy!

“Such wet legs. The carpet at your feet is sponging it up.”

Oh Daddy!

Two hands suddenly grip my ankles and the straps are let go and my legs get pushed wide.

“Mmmfffhhh!” Oh yes, please! Please!

Unh, lips on my inner ankle, suckling up my leg. Hands sliding up the backs of my thighs. Ooooh, a breath between my damp legs. My freed legs permit movement and I undulate my hips in the darkness, trying to find Daddy's lips that I know are so near.

“Good girls get rewarded.”

“Bururrrrr mmmph mmmm!”

Daddy’s warm lips kiss my little pussy mouth and a hand slides up my stomach, between my tits, up my throat, and over my mouth, releasing the gag and removing the headphones.

“Daddy! Oh, thank you!” I cry and the vibrator hits peak intensity. Those gentle lips and tongue suckle my clit and lick it like I am his baby kitten. “Ooooh, I'm gonna come!”

Daddy growls and squeezes my bum cheeks in his big hands. I am getting shook up all over, vibrations course up to my ears and down to my toes as I lose control of myself on Daddy’s face. I am such a good girl! I did my punishment! “Ohhhhh… ahhhhh… Daaaaaddddy!”

I hear all the wet noises of him lapping up my flooding pussy and it turns me on even more, sending another instant ripple through my core. I wish I had my hands free. I want to grab him and muss up his hair and squeeze his hard body.

I groan loudly when the vibrator is removed from my tight and spasming cunt and quickly replaced by his human touch as two thick fingers glide into the storm.

Daddy is standing. I can feel his breath on my face as his free hand reaches behind and unbinds me. “Open my pants, Jessica. Pull out my big, hard cock.”

Breathless and hungry, I adhere to his demands and open his pants, pushing them and his underwear down. I blindly feel for his hardness and touch the sticky wetness dampening his tip.

“This is all you need, baby girl,” he growls and lifts up my legs, pressing his firm cock to my wet hole. “All your orgasms belong to me.” He pushes, stretching me slowly. “Don't ever spill a drop without me.” Pushing deeper, widening me around his girth. “All mine!”

“Ahhhh ooooh!”

He slams in hard and holds it there, flexing and bobbing inside my tightness.

“Who am I?” he asks.

“Daddy!”

“Fucking yes I am.” Daddy’s lips kiss me ravenously and his tongue pushes deep into my mouth sending me moaning on him. Moaning out my promises to be good forevermore.

“I love you so much, Daddy. Please don't ever give up on me.”

“Never, baby girl.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs grip his waist tight as his long thrusting motions knock me against the closet wall. Clothes fall down all around us and his pleasured grunts send me spiraling as his pace intensifies and his body begins to lose control. I am doing this to him! God, it feels so good!

“Yes, Daddy, come in my pussy! Oh, it is the best reward I could ever wish for! Show me how good I've been! Show me that I have atoned for my sins! Cleanse me with your come!”

“Unh, I'm filling you, filthy little child. Take my fucking come. Take it all!”

Roaring and spasming and digging deep, Daddy unloads into me. Hot, hot liquid from him to me. The closet falls quiet as our bursting hearts slow and Daddy slips out.

“Now, good girls always clean up their messes.” Firm hands push my shoulders and drop me to my knees.

The rewards keep on coming as Daddy holds the back of my head and glides his dick into my eager mouth. “Clean up every drop.” He stuffs my mouth all the way and I suck and lick at our mixed juices as best I can without gagging too much as his semi-hard cock quickly regains its strength.

“That's my girl.”