Corrective Treatment (11 page)

“Yes… yes!” She screamed the words and a moment later he pushed her thighs apart and thrust forward. The head of his dick found her wet, swollen lips unerringly and began to part them.

Sophie gasped as the doctor’s cock slid inside her no longer virginal cunt, his heat making her pussy clench, his thickness causing her inner walls to sting and ache as they adjusted to the intrusion. Being fucked by Richard felt nothing like having the probe inside her pussy. He was hot and he throbbed inside her and his member was much thicker and much longer. She was being stretched wide, her tender pussy gripping him for all her walls were worth.

He held her in the face-down position and fucked her for a while, rough strokes punishing her naughty little cunt. She could still feel his anger, though it was more than that. It was fear too. He did not want to lose her. He wanted to claim her. She could feel that in every thrust; it was as if he was fucking her to take her once and for all, branding her tight cunt with his flesh.

Submission was the only option. With her legs spread wide, her ass arched up, her cunt ravaged by the doctor, Sophie finally knew what it meant to be a woman with a man. The rushing sensations of pleasure were so intense that she could not contain her reaction in any way. She was absolutely open, vulnerable, submissive to the hard thrusts that shook her body and set off chain reactions of arousal that touched every part of her.

She could hear his ragged breaths, his masculine growls of possession, his hands clamping hard at her hips, locking her in place for his cock. There was no doubt she was being taken for his pleasure. He was using her tight little pussy for all it was worth, pounding her relentlessly toward a mutual orgasm.

Just as Sophie was sure he was going to come inside her, he pulled out of her pussy and turned her over so that they were face to face, his cock stroking in and out of her wetness as she laid on his desk, his body covering hers, their eyes locked on one another. It no longer felt like a punishment to Sophie. Her bottom was aching, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was feeling Richard inside her, his cock pleasuring her in places so deep she had not known they existed. When he pushed all the way inside her and held himself against her body, his pubic bone pressed hard against the nub of her clit, she could barely contain herself. She began to shake and moan, climax rising from the tender parts of her pussy where the pulsing head of his cock was massaging her deep inside her cunt.

Her orgasm triggered something even more primal in him. As she writhed and shook with the force of release, she could feel him becoming larger inside her. She reached up, putting her hand on his shirt-clad chest, feeling the musculature of his body through the fabric as her hips rose against him, writhing in an elemental climax that demanded everything of her lover. Her pussy was milking him, demanding the cum from the very depths of his balls and Richard answered that call. His growl turned to a roar of pleasure as he came, flooding her once virginal pussy with his seed, filling her to the very brim and then more.

A few gentle strokes followed his climax, the thick head of his cock pushing his cum deep inside her tight little pussy before he pulled out slowly, taking care of her sore, freshly deflowered womanhood and Sophie could feel his cum sliding out between her lips with him. She stared up into his eyes with total vulnerability, not knowing if she was forgiven, not knowing if this earth-shattering connection had been anything more than a way for him to exert his will.

Richard bent down and claimed her mouth in a kiss, his hands running up her body with loving caresses. His tongue massaged hers, telling her all she needed to know with the passion of his desire and the tenderness of his care. No words could have told her what his touch told her in that moment.

Afterward he sat in his armchair and held her close, stroking her hair and back and kissing her tenderly as they recovered from their vigorous lovemaking.

Sophie could not believe what had happened. She was no longer a virgin. The doctor had taken her virtue and given her an aching, pulsing pussy in return. If she had known what sex was like, she would have had it much sooner. Richard had managed to make her body feel transformed, lighter, more feminine, swollen and tender in some places, but loved all over.

Love was a strange word to use for a man like the doctor, but it was one that would not leave her mind. She was in love with him, for better or for worse. And maybe, he had some love for her too.

She broke the easy silence with a question. “Is that standard procedure, doctor? To have sex with your patients?”

“No,” he said. “But there’s nothing standard about you, Sophie, or your situation.” He hesitated, and she sensed that he wanted to say more. The feeling she’d gotten from the very first moment they’d met was back, the sense that there was something else going on with this hyper-masculine doctor who didn’t seem to fit with the rest of his class, and certainly didn’t seem to play by the rules.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

He smiled. “You’re smart, Sophie. You keep your eyes and ears open, and you pay attention to what they tell you.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I can’t give you an answer,” he said. “Not yet.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, a kiss that contained passion and longing. Sophie’s lips parted to allow his tongue to enter her mouth, their lips locked in an embrace more intimate than almost any that had come before it, and that seemed to hold a promise of truth that could only be transmitted tongue to tongue.

She found herself clinging to him as he broke the kiss, wishing she could stay pressed against him, wishing they could continue to share the intimate space that seemed to be created every time they were close and evaporate when he once more retreated into the role of doctor and she prisoner-patient.

“What’s happening, Richard?” She asked the question again, softly.

He ran his large palm down her back and cupped her bottom. “I’m doing my best to keep you safe, that’s what’s happening.”

Chapter Seven

Evidently the doctor’s idea of keeping her safe was keeping her busy with more sex and more disciplinary treatments than ever before. A few days later Sophie found herself in a room that was vaguely familiar. She had never been inside it before, but she had stood in the observation gallery at the top and looked down inside it. Richard had summoned her to the punishment machine, and in spite of her puppy-dog looks and her appeals to what she had hoped was his better nature, he seemed intent on strapping her into it.

“You were so curious about the machine,” he said with a sexy smirk. “I thought you should spend some time in it.”

“But…” Sophie’s protest was cut off as he reached down, took the hem of her dress, and pulled it up over her head in one motion, rendering her naked in seconds. “But…”

Richard’s expression was unfathomable, a mixture of stern resolve, affectionate amusement, and the masculine lust that was always present now when they were together. He was so painfully handsome Sophie wanted to throw herself at him, seduce him out of punishing her, but even the sight of her naked body was not enough to taint his resolve.

She found herself steered toward the bench, which was tilted at about forty-five degrees, and strapped in place face down. There was a circular support for her head that allowed her to look through the bench, which was slowly raised by mechanical motion until she was more or less eye to eye with Richard.

“This machine is an incredibly sensitive one designed to thrash a miscreant to the very apex of their tolerance,” he informed her. “As, for instance, in the case of a girl who decided to steal something from her doctor.”

“You already punished me for that,” she whimpered.

“I want to make sure it sticks,” Richard said, flickering a wink at her.

She blushed as he walked around behind her. She could not see what he was doing, but she could feel his hands on her bottom, spreading her cheeks, and she could feel the now familiar sensation of lubricant being applied to her anus in slow, circular strokes that grew more insistent the more lubricant was applied.

Squirming in place, Sophie’s heart beat faster as she felt a hard protrusion at her anus. It was another probe, and it was going into her bottom.

“That’s not fair! The other lady had one in her… not her bottom!”

“I think anal discipline is more effective with you, Sophie,” Richard said, swatting her cheek lightly as a low humming sound accompanied the machine pressing several inches of probe into her delicate anal canal. Sophie whimpered as she was impaled on the machine’s protuberance, filled in a way that made her every movement increase the level of stimulation.

“Now,” he said. “I think you could do with a switching. That’s how naughty girls used to be punished.”

She felt something thin against her bottom. Of course, the machine probably had dozens of implements that could be switched in and out. Richard had chosen one of the harshest, as far as Sophie could tell. It felt very whippy even before it moved away from her skin momentarily.

“We’ll do an initial cycle of six strokes.”

He hit a button and…
whip crack whip whip crack whip
went the machine, bringing the thin switch across Sophie’s cheeks several times in quick succession.

“Ooooh! Ow! Ouch! Oowww! Owwwiee! Owww!” Sophie squealed. Being switched was not like being spanked. There was less ache and more of a high-pitched sting that made every nerve in her body sing out in sympathy pain for her poor striped bottom. She could feel that the machine had laid each stroke a few millimeters below the one before it, creating a thick lined band of raised welts across her bare bottom.

The probe had begun to vibrate, she wasn’t sure when it had started exactly, but she could feel the sensation rippling through her, accompanied by a warm welling.

“What is it doing to me?”

“The probe secretes internal lubrication to ensure sensitivity and to protect the tissues,” the doctor told her. “It’s perfectly safe. Another six, I think.”

Another six strokes landed, biting into her bottom lower and lower with every pass, slowly getting closer to the sensitive sit spots of her cheeks, and jolting her rear against the probe whose lubrication and vibration was only increasing.

Sophie started to feel the familiar flooding of endorphins, rushing her body in a cascade of relief. Her ass was hot and as the doctor called for yet another half-dozen strokes, she felt the heat reach fever pitch, stinging her tender bottom again and again with welting slaps she knew she would feel for many hours. But somehow, it did not matter. Her clit was throbbing against the bench, her cunt clenching against thin air as her body reacted with what was becoming predictable sexual need.

The doctor ran his fingers over her striped bottom and let them descend between her thighs, stroking her outer lips lightly.

“What do you think, Sophie? Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yessir!”

She would have said yes to anything in that moment. Every part of her body was primed to be fucked. The probe in her bottom, the stripes on her ass, the hardness of her nipples, the clenching of her fingers, all spoke to a need that was growing almost unbearable.

“Please…” she moaned as Richard laid little light slaps to the entrance of her pussy.

“Please, what, Sophie?”

“F… fuck me,” she moaned softly.

“You’ve been far too naughty to have your pussy fucked again,” he said chidingly. “If I am going to fuck you again, it will be in your bottom.”

She blushed furiously at the thought of his cock going inside her bottom. Yes, the probe was there, but that was different from having the doctor put himself inside her. How would that feel to have him thrusting inside her tight little asshole?

“You want me, Sophie?” He growled the question in her ear, his fingers half-slapping, half-massaging her wet pussy. “You want me to fuck your bottom?”

“Please…” she repeated in a voice that was almost too small to be audible. “Yes… please…”

She heard a whirring as the machine was disengaged. The probe slid out of her hot, spread bottom hole, leaving her dripping lubricant. She was not bereft for long though; a moment later, the doctor’s hot, hard cock slid in. The probe had loosened her for him nicely, and the lubricant made his passage easy. He pushed up inside her bottom in one very long stroke, pressing kisses to the back of her neck as his powerful hips urged his thick rod deeper and deeper inside her.

Sophie moaned with embarrassed pleasure as her bottom was fucked slowly and sensually, Richard’s hardness spreading her cheeks and making her tight anal ring stretch to accommodate him. It was a sensual fucking with a side of discipline. His hand slid up into her hair and bunched at the nape of her neck.

“Is this what you needed, Sophie? Your hot little ass fucked by your doctor?” He breathed the question as his hips met the welted lines where the switch had landed.

“Mngggh…” She couldn’t bring herself to answer him directly, but she answered with her body. She bucked back against him, the heat and sting reignited with every thrust of her ass.

Pleased by her response, Richard wrapped his hand around her waist and began strumming her clit, thrusting harder inside her.

“Naughty little girls who steal have their bottoms fucked, Sophie,” he chided as his cock slid home again and again. “And very naughty girls come while having their bottoms fucked. You aren’t going to come, are you?”

Sophie was already on the brink of orgasm when his teasing words began to make her melt all the more. He was adept at making her feel small and naughty and yet so womanly and hot all at the same time. His desire ignited hers, his cock urging her toward an explosive orgasm that burst across her moments later, flashing through her body and turning her moans to shrieks of pleasure.

Behind her, Richard was pounding her ass, his cock hammering home over and over as it swelled with cum and finally gave in to the clenching demands of her tight little anus. He came with a cry of pure animal release, a growling, grunting sound that was accompanied by one last thrust in which he sank himself even deeper inside her, depositing his cum inside her hot little ass.