Dr. August

Walk-In Pt. 2

Dr. August
I closed the door and motioned for her to sit down in the chair that's in front of my desk. She sat down and took a breath, a deep one at that. I walked over to her and I moved her big curly hair to her right shoulder. I bent down and hovered my lips over her bare skin.
"Relax," I whispered before kissing her neck tenderly.

I sat on my side of the desk and looked at her. She was looking down, blushing. How could something so shy and innocent-looking have problems to come here, to me. Anyways, down to business.

"Ms. Anderson, as you may know already, I am a sex therapist. I have many patients, but I do not allow any of them to have any diseases or be pregnant. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes sir..." She spoke softly. She didn't look up.
"Sweetheart, you don't have to be shy. And when I speak to you, you make eye contact with me. Do you understand?"
She looked up meeting my eyes and said, "y-yes sir."
"If someone did you wrong, I can fill that void sexually to get your mind off of him and-"
"Her," she cut me off. "My girlfriend, Liana, well ex-girlfriend, she said I had a problem. She loved giving me pleasure, but I always wanted to take it up a notch."

She looked down. She seemed uncomfortable talking about this. Oh well. "Go on," I said reaching over to grab my pen beginning to write notes in her past.

She sighed looking up into my eyes once again. "I loved when she tied me up and dominated me. At some points, she thought it was too much. I would bring home whips, chains, canes, really anything that would hurt me. But one day she just up and left saying she wasn't a sadist. So ever since then, I've literally been begging people to punish me for something, for anything really. So will you be able to do that for me Mr. August?" She asked innocently.

"So you love BDSM?" She nodded.
"Alright," I continued. "I have other patients like that and I only ask that you follow these rules. If you want the pain to be taken away and just be given pleasure, say mercy. And if you want it to stop completely, the word is red. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she spoke with confidence. I can tell she'll be fun to work with.
"Well, I think you know the basics of being in my office," I said while standing. I walked around the desk and get behind her and whispered in her ear seductively. "Today, you will address me as Daddy, understood?"

She nodded her head. I smirked. Big mistake.

I tangled my fingers in her hair and gave it a quick yank.
"Ah," she yelped out.
"I said, 'understood'," I spoke through gritted teeth to show my authority over her.
"Y-yes Daddy," she whimpered.
"Good girl, now bend over that desk."
I stood back and watched her stand up slowly. She placed her hands on the desk and slowly bent over, with her face on the desk looking back at me. Perfect.

Alysha
I looked back at him and watched as he made his way behind me. He was fumbling with his belt, but by the time he made it to me, he got it off. 'Please spank me,' I thought to myself.

Then I felt a stinging sensation on my ass, but it didn't feel too strong.

"My jeans are still on," I mumbled.
"Oh? Did you want me to take those off sweetheart? Did you want it to hurt baby girl?" He teased.
"Yes Daddy please. I'll be a good girl. Please hurt me," I begged.

With one swift movement, my jeans were around my ankles. I kicked off my wedges then my jeans. He pulled my boyshorts up a little so my ass cheeks were more exposed to him.

"So, Ms. Alysha. How many letters are in the word masochist?" He asked rubbing his strong hand on my ass.

"I-I don't know Daddy," I stuttered.
"Yes, you do. You're a smart girl. Spell it out for me okay?"
"M," I spoke.
Pow.
"Owww Mr-," I cut myself off. "Daddy," I spoke innocently.
"Fuck no. You're not done. Finish," he semi-yelled at me.
"A." I felt his hand connect with my ass once again. "S." Another. "O." Another. "C." Another. "H." Harder. I winced in pain. This doesn't feel good.
"Finish," he said through gritted teeth.
"I." Harder. "S." Another.

I took a deep breath, "T."

The most pain I've ever endured was that spank. But I felt so relieved once he finished. I soon felt soft kisses on my now sore ass.

"So, just to make things clear..." He started. I stood up and turned around to look at him. "You enjoy pain. You like punishment. Do you like being talked down to?"

"Yes Daddy. But I don't like canes on any of my holes. That's a no. And please let's steer clear away from any electricity."

"I think I can do that for you, sweetheart."

I smiled and grabbed my pants and slipped them back on. I winced in pain again.
"Oh yeah. I turned my rings around on that last spank, so you have a few welts on that right cheek."

I buttoned my jeans and slipped my wedges on. I fluffed my hair back out and grabbed my purse. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. I smelled in his scent. Damn he smells good.

"I want to see you back here soon, understand?" He questioned looking down at me.
"Yes Daddy," I leaned up and pecked his cheek. I got out of his grip and walked out the door like a boss.

Dr. August
Damn. I'm glad I opened up my schedule for that walk-in.