Her Dominant Doctor (21 page)

The silence in the room was unnerving. Thomas stared at Annie while she stared intently at the items on the desk. Annie looked up at Thomas. He was situated slightly to her left, leaning back on the desk. His proximity to her was close. His large frame dominated her space. It made her feel small and repentant, exactly like a girl would feel if sent to the principal’s office.

“What you see before you are the instruments I will use to ensure your discipline and to administer any punishment you have earned,” he said in a harsh tone. “As you can see, there is a wooden ruler and a nursery cane, along with a tawse. All three items, when properly used, ensure that my pupils excel in their studies. And you want to excel, do you not, Miss O’Reilly?”

Annie’s mouth ran dry, leaving her desperate for water. Thomas made her panties damp. He was the whole package. Tall and broad-shouldered. Piercing stare. Commanding voice. And the way he said her name. It was erotic in that he was not trying to be erotic. Fully engulfed in the role, he brought her into the scene on another level. It was just the two of them in this moderately sized room, but there was no doubt who was in charge. Annie would do anything Thomas asked. He had her hook, line, and sinker. Her heart pounded in eager anticipation.

“Yes, sir, I want to excel with my studies. Thank you, sir, for taking the time to help me.” Annie’s voice was humble and contrite. She noticed a slight smile break through his serious expression. Her answer seemed to please him and she wanted so desperately to please him. For him to enjoy this as much as she was. Nothing made her as happy as putting a smile on her gorgeous boyfriend/dom’s face.

“Very good. So let us begin. First, let’s start with the punishment you have earned this week with your deplorable behavior. Perhaps a sore bottom will remind you to stay focused and apply yourself in your studies. Rise, Miss O’Reilly, and place yourself over the edge of my desk.” Thomas stood at full height while he simultaneously picked up the instruments of discipline.

Annie was a bit apprehensive, wondering if she could take a more severe spanking. She knew she could safeword if it was more than she could bear. The thoughts of worry were quickly extinguished once she bent at the waist and laid atop the desk. This simple act shot her libido into high gear with an awareness that the action caused her dress to lift, exposing the backs of her thighs and panties. Her breasts felt heavy pressed down on the smooth surface of the desk, crushing her hard nipples.

“Place your hands on the edge of the desk to steady yourself. Make sure those hands stay firmly planted there. If you interfere with your punishment, I will double the count.” Annie complied with his demand and willed her hands to stay glued in place.

Suddenly, she felt his large hand on the small of her back, holding her down. He made small circular motions that gave her the comfort and reassurance that she needed. Despite being fully immersed in the scene, her Thomas was still here with her. He would keep her safe and respect her limits. A feeling of calm and contentment settled within her.

She took a deep breath to center herself, feeling Thomas slowly lift her dress up over her hips to gather at the small of her back. Then, he slowly and painstakingly began the process of peeling her panties down her bottom and thighs, pushing them to her knees. Being this exposed increased her desire, knowing that he could see everything, from her little rosebud to the wetness clinging to her pussy lips. Her musky scent filled the air. It was both embarrassing and titillating. The week of delayed gratification had taken its toll.

“Miss O’Reilly, you will receive a total of twenty spanks for your punishment. I will give you ten with my hand, five with the ruler, four with the tawse and one final stroke with the cane. If you reach back or move out of place at all, you will receive extras. With. The. Tawse.” The last words, spoken slowly and deliberately, clearly emphasized his expectations. “You will count out each stroke followed by the words, ‘thank you, sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Annie’s voice was shaky.

“Fine, I will proceed.” Ten hand spanks went by quickly and Annie was happy to realize it did not hurt too badly. She felt the sting, yes, but it was bearable. This soon changed when Thomas moved to the wooden ruler. Five strokes with the thick straight wood raining down on her ass brought tears to her eyes. It hurt. Really hurt. Between counting and desperately trying to stay still, Annie felt as if she were on a ledge high up on top of a skyscraper. One wrong movement and she would plummet. Four strokes with the cruel tawse was enough incentive to follow his instructions to the letter.

When she had received nineteen of the twenty strokes, Annie’s bottom was inflamed and burning. “One stroke with the cane, Miss O’Reilly, and your punishment will be over.” The cane struck on the fleshiest part of her ass.

“Twenty, thank you, sir.” Her voice cracked with relief as the tears freely flowed down her face.

“Well done, Miss O’Reilly. I’m very proud of you.” His hand rubbed the middle of her back in small circles. After a few moments, Thomas asked her to stand up. His hand gently held her arm as she rose. He turned her to face him. Thomas wiped the tears away gently with his thumb, then held her face in both of his hands. He bent down so they were eye level. His eyes conveyed pride and love, which Annie knew she reflected back. It was exactly how she felt about Thomas.

Standing straight once again, he towered over her. “Miss O’Reilly, I think it is time to begin your first lesson. An oral exam.” He had a glint in his eyes with eyebrows raised in amusement. “You will need to kneel before me.”

With a chill running down her spine, Annie took a deep breath and eagerly replied, “Yes, sir.”

Chapter Eight

Even though they had only been together for a couple of months, Thomas started to feel antsy, wanting to move their relationship to the next level. What he really wanted was to ask Annie to marry him, but knew she would think it too soon, so he opted for the next best thing, which was for them to move in together. Their numerous discussions were heated at Annie’s insistence it was too soon for them to even consider moving in together. Moreover, neither was willing to give up their house, causing another dimension to the argument in favor of keeping their arrangement as it stood. He could move into her house, would do it in a heartbeat, but his house was already equipped with their playroom and he liked being in close proximity to work. Boston was a pain in the ass driving-wise, but moving to the outskirts would add to his travel time. That was a difficult thing given his profession, so he dropped it for the time being.

What started as discussions with some harmless quarreling turned into full-blown disagreements and out-and-out fighting. He loved her and wanted to make a deep, more permanent commitment. Annie felt that by being together and sharing their nights and free time with one another, they already had a commitment and did not see the necessity in rocking the apple cart. Thomas did not want to spend time wasted on resentment so he acquiesced, dropping the matter. He told Annie that he wished to revisit the topic again at some point in the near future and urged her to reconsider and become comfortable with the inevitability of co-habitation.

He wanted to be with her all of the time and felt like his world, once ordinary, was now spectacular. He was like a love-starved man in his twenties, feeling infatuated and hypnotized by his luscious redheaded angel. His libido, always healthy, was now kicked into superhero status, his cock able to get hard with just a glimpse of her. He swore all he needed was a whiff of her scent and he could rocket off. Marathon lovemaking sessions were frequent as was their continued D/s play. Annie was bright and eager to try new things, telling him that she trusted him implicitly and basking in glory when she submitted to him. She was a sultry dirty girl mixed with an innocent demureness. He was in constant need of penetrating her body and her mind with frequency that made sex a second occupation.

He was feeling the aches and pains of last night’s marathon or, more correctly, early this morning’s frolic amongst the peaks and valleys of Annie’s earnest, sumptuous body. Awareness dawned when he felt the bed move; by the time he turned over to her side of the bed, she was gone, leaving her warm imprint in the thousand thread count luxury sheets. He was attuned enough to her to sense that it was not nature calling; rather she was restless and could not sleep. Rising from the bed, his body needed to find her to cure it of the emptiness created within him any time she was not with him. At times, he wondered if his desire for her bordered on stalking. When he mentioned that concern once, Annie made light, telling him if stalkers were as good in bed as he was, he could chase her anytime and ravish her senseless. He told her to be careful what she wished for and that evening ended with her tied to the Saint Andrew’s Cross while he tormented her with a vibrating butt plug and a crop.

He found her in the library, which had become her beloved and favorite room in his house. Lying on the leather sofa, she was covered with a forest green throw blanket over her legs, Kindle in hand, though he was sure she was staring at it, rather than reading its content. Hearing him approach, she looked up and frowned. “Did I wake you, Thomas?”

Shaking his head, he replied, “No worries, angel. My Annie-dar was on high alert before we went to sleep. You’ve been preoccupied, baby. What’s got you unable to sleep?” He sat, picking her feet up and placing them in his lap.

“It’s work.” Thomas had suspected as much. “The new client is having a really hard time. He’s twenty-two, the age when special needs students are transitioned into adult services. Usually I am spot on in my assessments and interventions, but I just cannot get a handle on him.” She shook her head in frustration. “He is fine one minute, then will frenetically pace, speaking gibberish. His face gets beet red and the veins stick out in his neck. It’s disturbing to witness, especially when all of the usual positive techniques don’t work. In fact, he seems to get worse, reaching a point of no return. The staff have to physically restrain him. The last time he needed to be restrained lasted over fifty-five minutes. I’ve had very few clients reach that level of containment over my career and I have worked with hundreds of transitioning kids.”

“Sounds like he might need something more than your program can provide,” Thomas responded innocently. He realized his error when Annie looked at him with fire and brimstone.

The controlled anger in her voice quickly escalated to explosive. “My program can meet his needs; that’s not the issue! He’s an autistic twenty-two-year-old who has his entire life before him. Do you know how many people there are out there who don’t think people like him should be in the community? They’d rather he be sent away so that they don’t have to deal with him. Give him drugs and lock him in a residential facility. That’s not the answer!”

“Baby, please calm down, I didn’t mean it that way.” Thomas rubbed his hand up and down her leg in a soothing gesture. “My platitude was meant with no ill intent, more as a reaction to your frustration. I should have just allowed you to talk and listened in quiet support. The last thing I wanted to do was upset you further. I misspoke out of a desire to fix it for you. I am a dom after all. Old habits die hard, angel,” he smiled, trying to lighten her mood.

She sighed heavily. Thomas was concerned by the dark circles under her stormy brown eyes. She reached her hand out to grab his. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m strung up tighter than a yo-yo and my emotions keep moving up and down.”

They sat for a few minutes in contemplative silence. “You ready to come back to bed now… pet?” Thomas knew how to reduce his roaring tigress to a purring kitten.

Annie felt the clenching deep down in her belly in response to her ‘pet’ name.
Playtime!
She shifted her eyes downcast, an indication of her submission. “Yes, sir.”

His cock stirred. “Good, then come with me.” He led her back to the bedroom and stopped just before they reached the bed. Turning her to face him, he commanded, “Strip.”

Annie complied, pulling her pajamas off, first her top, then the bottoms, pulling her Thomas-chosen silky paisley print high-cut panties with them in swift removal. The action left her completely naked before him.

“Undress me.” Thomas held his arms out like a scarecrow to help her. It was ironic, given he did not have anything to take off on top, but he knew his pet would be more than happy to pull his pajama pants off. Putting her fingers inside the waistband, she slowly pushed the pants down his long legs, dropping to her knees when she got them all the way down to his ankles. Assisting her, Thomas pulled his right foot out, then his left, allowing Annie the pleasure of looking up at his hard, naked body. She gazed up at him, spying the evidence of his arousal.

Annie, unclothed and on her knees at his feet, made Thomas rock hard with a need to claim her. She was a vision to behold, and she was all his. Forgoing the standard rituals, he could not contain himself and, in one swift motion, grabbed her upper arms and pulled her directly up to stand, desperate to kiss her. It was a deep, desiring kiss. He wanted to taste her. Touch her until she begged for him to fuck her hard. Plead for his cock to be inside her soaking wet pussy. Devour her with his mouth until she cried out with longing for him.

Moving them over to the bed, Thomas ordered Annie to lie down in the middle and spread her arms and legs. She followed his directions, waiting. He approached her with scarves in his hand and used them to tie her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed.

“I’m going to blindfold you, pet. I want you restrained and sightless. It will enhance your pleasure. What is your color?” Thomas waited for Annie’s consent. Having never blindfolded her before, he wanted to know she was ready for the restriction of her vision.

“It’s green, sir. Very green.” Pleased with her affirmative response, Thomas covered her eyes. She was sprawled out, completely open and unable to stop him from provoking every nerve ending in her flesh until she was a raging inferno of need.