Page 24 of Doctor Stuff

The only sounds in the room are my panting breaths and the soft shush of his shoes against the carpet as he comes up behind me. I gasp when his hand touches my ass, caressing my skin. He finds the base of the plug and twists it inside me, making me moan as all the little nerve endings there come to life.

I hadn’t known how sensitive that hole was until this past week.

“Wise decision to wear this today,” he murmurs. “You’re going to need it.”

My chest clenches along with my ass this time. He’s definitely going to fuck my virgin ass. I should run. I should run right now. But I’m frozen in place.

“First, your punishment.”

What, like fucking my ass isn’t punishment enough?

The sound of leather sliding through cloth belt loops is the only warning I get before hot pain slices across my ass. I rock forward and then jump up, my hands coming back to cover my poor cheeks, a sharp cry caught in my throat.

“That’s one. Back in position, Traci.”

Tears have sprung into my eyes as the burning sting recedes to a hot throbbing, which really isn’t all that much better.

Scream and run. Run as fast as you can.

The voice in my head is right.

But I don’t listen to it.

I bend over again, my tits hanging beneath me, stinging ass high in the air, my muscles clenching in spasms around the plug.

“Relax, or it will hurt more.” Dr. John rubs his hand over my ass and gives it a little smack. Easy for him to say, but somehow I manage it.

This time the pain is more expected. Less shocking. I know how bad it’s going to hurt. It doesn’t make it hurt less, but it does mean I’m able to brace and take it, rather than popping up.

“Good girl.” Dr. John’s hand smooths over the burning welts across my ass, and somehow both the caress and his words soothe some of the hurt. Make it more bearable.

My pussy pulses as his hand lifts and I know what’s coming.

I should have said less times.

The belt comes down again and again, laying new stripes across my ass. The fifth one is the worst, diagonal across the welts he’s already laid down. I manage not to scream but I am crying, the tears dripping down onto the coffee table in front of me.

I’m expecting another one, as he runs his hand over my ass again. I go up on my toes, letting out a strangled cry as he gives my cheek a rough squeeze, fingers digging into my swollen flesh. It hurts and yet my pussy pulses in response. When he lets go, I can still feel the spot throbbing, and I whimper.

When he pulls the plug free from my ass, I’m now empty as well, and a new fear strikes my heart, which just turns me on even more.

“Good girl. Stay there.”

I can’t hear exactly what he’s doing behind me, but I can hear him sit down in his chair. I’m on tenterhooks, waiting for what he’s going to do next. Wondering if my punishment is over.

“Alright Traci. Come here. You’re going to sit on my cock.”

I’m partway up when he finishes his sentence and I freeze. My burning ass hurts so much already, and now he wants me to sit on his cock? I’m going to have to be the one to de-virginize my own ass? He has to be kidding.

I turn around to face him, my cheeks flaming almost as hot as my backside. He’s sitting in his chair, dark eyes on me, his pants open to reveal his shiny, lubricated dick sticking straight up. Waiting for me to come sit on it.

“I…”

“Come.” He nods his head at his lap.

It feels like some strange force has taken over my body as I take a step toward him, and then another. He makes a turning motioning with his finger, indicating that I need to spin around and face away from him.

I don’t know why I do it.