The Instructor: Domination Erotica

by Megan West

  One thing was for certain…

  There was no way I was going to miss the next week’s class.

  First Free Bonus Story

  Jennifer waited in the exam room impatiently. She shivered in the silly paper gown she had been given. They always kept the rooms too cold. She hoped the doctor would show up soon before she lost her nerve. The dreams she was having lately were incredibly disturbing, and she really wanted a medical professional’s opinion. Even though her doctor was only a general practitioner and her dreams fell outside his line of expertise, he’d hopefully be able to offer some sort of guidance.

  It was late. She was the last appointment of the day and the receptionist had gone home while Jennifer was still waiting to be called in. The nurse who had escorted her back was anxious about how far behind they were running.

  Jennifer hoped it wouldn’t be too much longer before the doctor arrived. She’d been seeing Dr. Granger ever since she turned eighteen. He was a kindly old man and it was only because she was so familiar with him that she even contemplated asking her embarrassing questions.

  A knock thudded against the door before it swung open. A man who appeared to be a doctor, though certainly not Dr. Granger, walked in. Jennifer clutched the thin paper robe tighter around her neck.

  “Who are you?” she asked, nervously.

  “Dr. Franklin,” he said in a kind, cultured voice. “Sorry for the long wait and last minute change. Dr. Granger was called away unexpectedly and asked me to fill in for him. If you prefer your regular doctor, we can reschedule.”

  Jennifer swallowed and clutched the robe tighter. She really wanted to get everything over with. But, on the other hand, could she actually talk to a doctor who looked like he stepped out of a movie screen? He was a good thirty years younger than Dr. Granger, had a full head of midnight black hair, and ice blue eyes.

  In a word, he was gorgeous.

  While she was thinking about it, there was another knock on the door and the nurse came in. She went up to Dr. Franklin wringing her hands.

  “I’m really very sorry, but I have to go now. My mother can’t wait any longer for her medication.”

  The doctor sighed, but gave the agitated nurse a kind smile. “I understand. Thank you for staying as long as you did. It was a tough day for all of us.”

  Looking very relieved, the nurse flashed Jennifer an apologetic smile and rushed from the room. When Dr. Franklin turned back to her he threw up his hands.

  “Well, that settles that then. Without a nurse you’ll need to reschedule. I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience.” He opened her file and started to jot down a note.

  Jennifer felt her heart race and her face heat from blushing. One of the things that had made her uncomfortable about talking about her issues with a doctor was knowing the nurse would be listening. She pictured them all gossiping about her afterward. This was her chance to talk to a doctor without another set of ears.

  “Could I just do the appointment without the nurse?” she asked nervously.

  Dr. Franklin raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “Are you sure you’d be comfortable with that? The nurse is here for you. Most women prefer to have someone else present during exams.”

  Shrugging, she looked at her feet, shy about meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m fine without her. I mean, I like having just the doctor.”

  “Hmm, it’s certainly not protocol. But since you’ve waited all this time and are already undressed, it seems awful to turn you away. If you’re certain you’re comfortable without her being here, we can continue,” he said, his voice more definite as he talked his way through it. “Only if you’re sure though?” he continued. “After all, you and I have never met before.”

  Jennifer’s mind was racing. She had decided a temporary doctor was even better to speak to about her dreams. She’d probably never see him again after all so didn’t have to be embarrassed every time she had an appointment.

  Finally looking him in the eye, she said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Okay then. Let’s get started.”

  He opened her file and looked at the data the nurse had already collected. “Your blood pressure, temperature, and weight all look great. I see you eat well. That’s good. Hmm, we’re doing a pap smear? You want to do that still tonight?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I want to get it all over with.”

  Giving her an understanding smile, he placed the file on the counter. “I can certainly see that.”

  He walked closer to her and patted the head of the exam table she sat on. “You can go ahead and lie down.”

  Jennifer swiveled around and reclined onto the padded table. The doctor extended the stirrups and pushed the removable end into the hidden compartment beneath. When she placed her feet in the stirrups, he came around to her side.

  “I usually start with the breast exam. Okay?”

  Nodding, she tried to force herself to relax. She wasn’t at all worried about being alone with him or even having him touch her. It was the anticipation of having something important to say but fearing the reaction. Just thinking about her questions was turning her on. She felt her nipples harden, making her blush.

  “I’m sorry for the cold,” the doctor said when he spread apart the paper robe.

  “Oh, uhm, it’s not that,” she blurted out and then wanted to snap her mouth shut when she realized what she’d said.

  He smiled and reached for her right breast, lightly rubbing around the nipple with his fingertips. Thankfully he didn’t ask what she meant by her comment.

  Despite the cold room, his hands were warm and felt lovely against her skin. Horrifyingly, she found herself responding to him, her pussy tingling with desire. Turning her head to look away, she tried to think about something else. But with his hands on her and all the crazy thoughts in her head, she couldn’t force her body to behave.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, finishing with the first breast.

  “Uhm, I’m sorry. I just have some questions I’d been needing to ask but they’re kind of embarrassing so…” she let her voice trail off, her eyes firmly on the ceiling tiles above.

  He walked around the head of the table and started to examine her left breast.

  “Ask me anything,” he said kindly. “And please don’t worry, I’m sure there’s nothing you can say that would shock me.”

  Reassured, she took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “I keep having all sorts of strange dreams. I’m with a man in them, but instead of everything being nice and romantic, it’s all rough and violent. He’s hitting me and forcing me to do things.”

  Dr. Franklin kept touching her breast while she spoke, slowly working his way around the soft mound, checking for lumps. She had never intended to talk about this stuff while the doctor was actually touching her and realized it was a huge mistake. Her back arched and she pressed into his hand before she even realized what she had done.

  His hands stopped moving, but stayed on her breast. “Jennifer? Can you look at me please?”

  His eyes were intense, concern written all over his face. “Are you being abused?” he asked.

  “Oh, no no!” she was quick to reassure him. “Absolutely not. The dreams. They’re good.”

  She had gotten the hardest part out and only maintained eye contact through sheer force of will.

  “Okay, good. I’m very glad to hear that,” He smiled.

  Jennifer let out a huge breath, feeling much better now. “So, yeah, I just wanted to know. Is this normal?”

  “What are the men forcing you to do?” he asked, still holding her breast in his hands.

  “They spank me,” she started. “And, uhm, other things. I, uh, it’s hard to describe without being crude.”

  Jennifer was relieved he was giving her his full attention and not rushing her. She didn’t want to risk offending him by speaking in an unladylike manner.

  “It’s okay. I can handle it, I promise. Tell me everything so I can see what your concerns a
re.”

  Thinking back to the dream she’d had the night before, she decided to just tell it in full and get it all out. She remembered it vividly since she had written it down as soon as she woke up.

  “So, last night, I dreamt I was with a guy somewhere, not sure where. I never saw his face. But he had come up to me and took off the dress I was wearing. Just swooped it right off me. Then he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard. It was weird because in the dream, he was talking to someone else, but was touching me. I don’t know, that part was kind of fuzzy.”

  “Do you remember being in pain during the dream?”

  “That’s the funny thing. He was really rough with me and it hurt, but in a strange way. Like, it felt good because it hurt. Does that make sense?” She shook her head, feeling like she must sound like an idiot.

  But Dr. Franklin was nodding. “Absolutely. Do you often participate in rough sex?”

  “No,” she said, “that’s the weird thing. I’ve never done that. The men I’ve been with have always been kind and gentle with me.”

  The doctor got a contemplative look on his face and started messaging her breast again while he thought. When he finished, instead of removing his hands and closing her robe like Dr. Granger always did, he cupped her breast with one hand placed the other on her stomach.

  “Do you mind if I try something?” he asked.

  “Anything,” she said. “I’d really like to figure this out.”

  “How does it feel when I do this?” he asked, lightly squeezing her firm, round flesh.

  “Fine,” she said. “Normal.”

  “Tell me more about your dream.”

  “Well, I think we were in some kind of public place. I remember hearing people talking. Maybe a bar? Anyway, he stuck his hand between my legs and just started playing with my, uhm…” It sounded ridiculous to say vulva when she was describing a sex act, but pussy seemed too far to the other extreme.

  He gave her an encouraging smile. “I think I know the part you mean. Here, yes?”

  The doctor slid his hand down her stomach and under where the robe was still together to softly cup her pussy in his hand. His touch was impersonal and clinical, but it sent such a rush of arousal through Jennifer, making her whimper in a quick gasp.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  “Good. Go on, please.”

  Trying tremendously hard to hide how turned on she was, Jennifer continued with describing her dream. “So, yeah, uhm...he was still fondling my breasts really rough…” she groaned when suddenly Dr. Franklin squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple.

  “Like this?” he asked, his voice calm and measured like he was asking her how she liked her coffee.

  “Yes,” she gasped out. “And he shoved a finger in me, laughing when he realized how wet I was.”

  “Hmm,” the doctor said, playing on the outside of her pussy lips before slipping a finger inside his patient. “Yes, there is quite a bit of vaginal lubrication. This is obviously something very arousing to you.”

  He kept his finger where it was but released some of the pressure on her breast. “Continue, please. I think we’re making excellent progress.”

  Breathing heavy, but calmed by his praise, she went on. “A waitress bumped into me, and a glass of water spilled. Some of it got on the man’s shoes. He blamed me.”

  “This is where the spanking comes in, I assume?” the doctor asked.

  Jennifer nodded.

  “Okay, how about you roll over and then get on your hands and knees for this part.”

  He stopped touching her so she could do as he asked, but she grew nervous the more she thought about it.

  “Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

  “Maybe some. Nothing more than you can handle though. I promise.”

  Nodding, she went onto her stomach and then rose up to her hands and knees, the robe falling open.

  “I’m going to remove this.” he said, slipping the annoying paper cover off her body. “I think it would get in the way.”

  Jennifer nodded, adjusting her arms until her position on the bench was comfortable.

  “Can you continue now, please?” he asked.

  “Well, so, he got mad. I think he yelled maybe? Anyway, he made me bend over a table nearby and then started hitting me.”

  “Spanking your bottom?”

  “Yes.”

  The doctor rubbed her ass cheek for a moment and then gave her a light tap. “Like this?”

  “No. Harder.” She said, shaking her head, her long brown hair brushing her shoulders.

  He gave her a hard smack, the smacking sound of his palm echoed in the room. Jennifer gasped. It didn’t hurt at all, but was just like when the doctor had first touched her pussy.

  “Harder I think. It hurt, I remember.”

  “Okay. Let’s try this.”

  Jennifer tensed up, and this time the doctor spanked her hard enough to make her cry out, tears springing to her eyes.

  “Oh, yes. Like that. It hurt.”

  “Good, okay. Now let’s check,” he said as he placed a finger back inside her pussy. “Excellent. You're still swollen and aroused.”

  He brushed against her clit softly and she hissed at the jolt of pleasure.

  “Yes, definitely very turned on. What happened next?”

  “Uhm, he kept spanking me. I tried to get away from him, but he held me down and just started really whaling on me.”

  “Whaling?” the doctor asked.

  “Yeah, like hitting me rapid fire over and over.”

  “Okay. I see. Well, I think if we want to truly test my theory, I shall have to do the same on you. What do you think?”

  Jennifer tensed with rattled nerves, but wanted to find out what his theory was. “Yes, okay.”

  “Excellent. But before I do, what happens after? This way I can see if continuing would be appropriate or not.”

  “After he was done spanking me, that’s when he started fucking me.” Jennifer no longer cared about politeness and was using whatever words worked to get her message across. “He fucked me hard and kept holding me tight everywhere. He would squeeze my hips, then my tits. He’d take a huge chunk of my ass in his hands and squeeze hard.”

  “Is that how it ended?” the doctor asked.

  “No. He fucked my ass too. No lube or anything. Just took his cock out of my pussy and shoved it into my ass. In the dream, it was so natural. I wanted him to do it. Longed for it. That’s about when I woke up, and all I wanted was to shove something in my ass and see what it felt like in real life.”

  “Hmm. Well, I think that part of the dream is a bit unrealistic. But we can come close. I have some lube here. Let’s get you ready and then we can finish the re-enactment and see how you feel. Okay?”

  Jennifer’s mind was racing, hoping with every ounce of her being that he would actually fuck her. She figured he was probably only going to use some sort of medical device to mimic a penis. She wanted to ask him, but she was too afraid to find out if her hopes would be dashed. Instead, she nodded, and tried to convince herself that he would really go all the way with her.

  The doctor moved over to a cabinet and took out a tube of lubricant while Jennifer watched, then he went back behind her and reached between her legs. With one hand, he parted her wet pussy lips and inserted a finger, wiggling it around and then sliding it up her slit and tickling her clit.

  “Does this feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes, but not like in the dream.”

  “Right, this is only to give you some arousal so I can stretch your anus easier. You must be made ready for anything anal or you can be torn and injured.”

  “Okay, I understand,” she said, grateful he was taking such good care of her.

  “Now I’m going to place my finger against your anus and slowly push in. The lube will feel a little cold, but nothing should hurt.”

  Jennifer nodded and felt him start to press against her ass while still fingering her pussy with
his other hand. This was the first time a man had touched her there, and it was like nothing else she had ever felt.

  “Oh, it’s so strange! I can feel what you’re doing in both places, but when you started touching my ass, it made the other thing you’re doing feel even better.”

  “Excellent observation, Jennifer. That really helps. I’m going to continue.”

  He kept pushing against her tight little hole, and Jennifer hissed when she felt his finger start to enter her body. The skin was stretched very tight, and it reminded her uncomfortably of a bowel movement.