Her Dominant Doctor

by Bella Jackson

  Annie clarified that she did not wish for Thomas to whip her raw, but she did want to flirt with her line of pain tolerance. She explained to him that her desire to pursue more intensity was a testament to his skill as her dom. She had unequivocal trust in him to keep her safe yet allow her to explore new experiences.

  They discussed it at length and, during one of their conversations regarding the topic, Annie came up with an idea that sparked a creative and interesting scenario for them to experience and enjoy. “It’s too bad you can’t send me to sub school,” she laughed. Looking at Thomas, she could see the wheels turning in his head. He looked at her with a thoughtful expression.

  “What if we could send you to sub school?” he responded.

  Unsure what to say, she tilted her head with a questioning look. Was there an actual place she could go? Did Thomas want to send her? She was not prepared to stretch her limits around exhibitionism or to be ‘outed’ about her newly discovered kinky lifestyle. Thomas knew that; they had discussed their limits many times.

  “We could enroll you in Dr. Callahan’s School for Submissive Learning. A fine institution run by yours truly. An interesting establishment as it only has one pupil enrolled.” His eyebrow rose in mischief.

  Annie smiled in relief, his proposition making perfect sense. “So, I could be your student and you would be my teacher?”

  “Essentially. I have to put some time and thought into preparing this type of scene, but a little roleplaying can add a fun dimension and give you an enhanced experience. It would certainly stoke the fire, so to speak. Imagine, being my student, turned on by your teacher as you learn about various aspects of BDSM.”

  “Exactly how chaste do you envision this scene to be if I am your student?” Annie asked.

  “Oh, I am an educator with a high degree of ethics. I would never dream of crossing the line with a student. My conduct is always above reproach. Of course, I am also a man. If I had a naughty schoolgirl in my presence who, say, dressed rather provocatively and acted even more so… well, I’m only human. Perhaps I would succumb to the temptation before me.” Thomas grinned.

  Oh, this is going to be fun!

  * * *

  Annie stood in the bedroom, not a stitch of clothing on as she looked at the clothes laid out on the bed. Thomas had given her very specific instructions. She was to come to his house and proceed immediately to the guest bedroom. Beyond excited at what the day would entail, she barely noticed the surroundings. All she could see were the pieces to her schoolgirl outfit. After the initial conversation negotiating the scene, Thomas had forbidden any further discussion. They both went through a normal week with Thomas staying at Annie’s home on the designated nights. They enjoyed dinner, pleasant conversation, cuddling on the couch, and lots of teenage-style necking. But no sex. Thomas had the control of the Pope. Annie, on the other hand, felt ready to spontaneously combust. The heat generated from a week of heavy petting had taken its toll. Annie was horny, plain and simple. She was unashamed to admit she wanted to get some cock deep inside her. She wanted many orgasms. No matter how she played it each night, Thomas would only let it get so far and then insist they stop. The bed was used for sleeping. She had not been sleeping well at all, given the constant ache between her legs. And with strict orders to refrain from any sensual self-touches including masturbation, another missive from Thomas.

  Desire coursed through her body as Annie began to dress. She started with the very simple, very white and virginal cotton bra and panties. The panties were full cut. Not sexy at all. Next she donned the blue long-sleeved dress. Annie could barely believe how short it was. It fit perfectly over her breasts around her waist and lay over her full hips to land only three or four inches past her granny panties. If she spun around, the skirt would ride up and Thomas would get a nice view of her round tush encased in the soft cotton. The dress collar, adorned with dainty white lace trim, sat high on her neck.

  Picking up the next item of clothing, Annie saw that it was a white pinafore, ruffled at the bottom. Once she placed the apron on over the dress, she realized that he was dressing her in what looked like a Victorian school uniform. Her thoughts quickly went to some of her favorite erotic romance novels that took place in the Victorian era. It was a time that called for such proper etiquette and well enunciated words. She could also picture the long wooden ruler that was often the means of discipline in her kinky stories. So many times she pictured herself as the main character, bent over the desk to receive the ruler strokes on her bottom. Oh, the fun we are going to have today! She was gleefully excited.

  Sitting on the bed, Annie put on the knee-high white socks and then slipped her feet into the black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. She stood up and looked in the full length mirror over by the bureau. She truly did look like a schoolgirl. In all honesty, she felt a little silly. But there was also something very erotic about the way she was dressed. Her demure blue dress covered with a white pinafore did nothing to hide the protrusion of her ample, bra-covered breasts. And plenty of thigh showed, creamy flesh uncovered from her knees to the junction at her torso. Far more skin showed than was considered proper in Victorian times.

  She continued to look at her reflection in the mirror, taking in the sight of her costumed appearance. Upon this further examination of her wardrobe, Annie felt less silly and increasingly sexy. Hopeful that Thomas would approve, she proceeded to run the brush through her hair one more time and put the white ribbon barrettes in to hold the sides of her hair back, completing the realistic look.

  Annie’s instructions were to report to Thomas’ study after she dressed, so she proceeded down the stairs. Arriving at the closed study door, Annie knocked twice and heard him say, “Come in.” Turning the knob, she slowly opened the door and stood with her hand still on the door knob. Immediately in front of her was a large mahogany desk. It was the same desk that she had seen in his study many times, but somehow, it looked even larger than normal, perhaps because it was cleared off of the usual items that sat upon it. She also noticed the hint of lemon scent in the air, no doubt from the polish used to make the beautiful dark wood shine.

  Thomas was standing to the side of the desk. And oh, what a sight he was. He was dressed like a professor of olden days. The knot of his black tie could be seen under his white shirt collar. Covering the rest of him down to the top of his black, shiny shoes was a black graduation gown. He looked austere and foreboding. When Annie looked at Thomas, she could see his jaw set sternly. His bright aqua blue eyes sparkled. She realized he was, in fact, checking her out too. His eyes roamed over her in a suggestive and dangerous way that made her toes curl.

  “Come in, Miss O’Reilly, and have a seat,” Thomas ordered in a stern voice. Annie walked into the room and sat in the chair that he pointed to. It was a straight-backed wooden chair made of sturdy dark oak. The seat of the chair looked like one very hard piece of wood. The chair was not a regular piece of furniture in the otherwise meticulous study, although it somehow did not seem out of place. Following his instruction, Annie sat and confirmed that it was indeed a hard, cold piece of wood when her uncovered thighs landed on it.

  “Sit up straight and cross your legs at the ankles. Place your hands folded in your lap. I expect you to represent yourself as a proper young woman during our time together. Do you understand, Miss O’Reilly?” he snapped.

  He has the headmaster voice down to perfection. “Yes, sir,” she responded nervously. The cold and domineering tone in his voice sent shivers up her spine. She immediately followed his instruction.

  “Excellent. Well now, it seems you are here in my office for some additional instruction. You have been a promising student up until now, but your conduct over the past few weeks has been abominable and it is time to correct this behavior and set you on a straight and narrow course. Tis a shame you have fallen behind in your studies and now find yourself in a school session on a Saturday. While your friends are off enjoying the day, you… are… here. With. Me. I
would hope that this might serve as a lesson to you. I expect your full cooperation and attention throughout the day. Failure to follow my instructions will result in severe discipline.” With this last sentence, Thomas walked behind the desk and opened the drawer, pulling several objects out. It only took a moment for Annie to see that one of the items was a wooden ruler and the other looked like a cane. Yikes. Thomas placed both items with a third on the desk, spaced equally, directly in front of Annie. She could see that the third item looked like a leather strap. Butterflies danced in her tummy. She truly felt the part playing off of Thomas’ brilliant depiction of a strict professor.

  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 wi
th 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.