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Fucking bitch.
The sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts, revealing the last fucking person I want to see.Dr. Harkness strolled in holding a black paddle, a contrast to her sharp red nails. The scene itself made her look like the wicked witch of Murdoch Home. Her two goons came in close behind her, one standing on either side.
She looked like she was in a good mood, her smile wide enough that I could see all of her teeth. Her heels pressed against the floor, making my ears ache with each click.
“You just never learn, do you?” she asked, her voice menacing.
I clenched my jaw, refusing to respond. I didn’t want to deal with this bitch right now.
She brought the paddle up and down against her palm, the sound breaking the silence.
“You are here because…” I trailed off. I knew what she came for. I just needed her to get to the point.
“I thought I told you before to behave yourself, but it seems like it doesn’t get through to you.” Dr. Harkness motioned her hand towards me. “Turn him over and hold him down.”
Her two goons stepped towards me with focus, flipping me onto my front and pinning me there.
The clicking sounds of her red pumps moved towards me, the sound making my skin crawl. The paddle she held traveled down from my back to the curve of my ass. The feeling disappeared before she brought it hard towards my ass, rocking me forward an inch.
I felt nothing as she continued to strike me. I’d suffered much worse from my shit foster parents. I still had the scars from some fights I would get into with the drunk bastard who ordered me to call him father. The nights he would come home after work and pound on his wife.
Sometimes, I thought she liked the pain of getting hit by him. That had to be the only reason she couldn’t keep her legs closed.
The night I received the worst beating of all was when I fucked their daughter on the kitchen table. I didn’t care that someone could barge in at any moment. I wanted them to see how much of a whore she was. She’d tried countless times to come on to me and I finally gave in and fucked her senseless on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. They learned what I did to their little bitch offspring that night, and my foster father beat me so badly, I couldn’t stand for a couple of days.Compared to that beating, this paddle felt more like an itch I was waiting to scratch.
“I only do this because I want you to get better,” She said, bringing the paddle down against my ass once more.
We both knew that was a load of shit.
She continued to hit the same spot on my ass until I was sure my skin was tender and red. I knew my lack of response displeased her, because her strikes came down harder and she grunted in disapproval.Nothing brought me more joy than making this bitch suffer. I felt my skin swelling from the hits, and a jolt of pain ran through my body.
By the thirtieth strike, I was seeing stars and the pain soon transformed into pleasure. As the paddle marked my skin, I moaned softly into my white sheets. The ache throbbing in my flesh brought me to extreme bliss.
“You’re nothing,” Dr. Harkness shouted as she brought the paddle down again. “You useless piece of shit… You will never get out of here… How could we let a fuckup like you go?” She brought the paddle down once more with so much force, it broke in half against my skin upon impact.
“Well, that’s a shame. I really liked this one, too,” she said nonchalantly before throwing the broken pieces across the room over her shoulder.
I lay limp on the bed, her goons still holding me down as I tried to control my breathing. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I felt the pounding in my head worsen and my vision go blurry.
Dr. Harkness’s hand traveled down from my neck to my backside, caressing it softly to soothe the heat radiating off of it.“Flip him over,” she commanded, and they did as they were told. She walked closer to me, pressing her palm against my semi erection, stroking it lightly.
“Did that feel good? Did you like being punished like a bad boy?” She leaned down, her tongue swiping against the fabric of my scrubs. She licked her lips, moaning in delight, and the scent of her perfume made me want to gag.
“You are to be detained for another two weeks. Maybe this time, you will become better behaved,” she said as she walked towards the exit.
“When you were punishing me and licking my cock, did you get yourself off thinking about your son, you slut?” I deadpanned.
The rumor around Murdoch Home was that Dr. Harkness had a certain way of handling her patients. Beating them into submission and fucking young boys were two of the rumors that were spread amongst the staff, but the biggest one was about her son. Apparently, Dr. Harkness kept him heavily drugged and at night, she would visit him. No one knew what kind of foul things she did, but everyone assumed her visits were far from motherly.
I watched as her face grew red. “Get off of him!” she shouted a little too loudly at her goons before exiting the room.
The guards did what they were told, hurrying to pick up the broken paddle she dropped and followed their master. I winced as I turned to sit in a more comfortable position. I had two weeks to get through staring at these white walls. My imagination ran wild as I imagined blood splattered on them, red watercolors forming disturbing images. I hummed loudly as I thought about Dr. Harkness pinned against my wall as I used her as target practice, her mouth gagged so I wouldn’t hear her speak.
My thoughts shifted to a pretty pink mouth wrapped around my cock with their owner’s hands behind her back.My little Barbie. I thought about her down on her knees, bobbing her head before I came inside her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. I wanted to see it. I wanted this fantasy to come true.
I would make it come true. The half erection I had minutes ago swelled ever more until the pain against my pants made it unbearable.The door was met with a soft, barely audible knock. I turned my head in the direction, but my body remained rooted to the spot. Another couple of seconds passed before the faint sound of the knock came once more. I stood and walked to the door, the sound of my footsteps reverberating in the empty room.
The empty hallway was all I saw before my gaze lowered to find the top of a blonde head. The pain in my pants grew even tighter, and I had to shift to relieve some of the pressure.
