Nervously, Chloe glances at the clock again.

Today is her 6th session with Dr. Coleman.

She decided some time ago to go into therapy because she struggles with herself, or actually with her sex life.

She has been in a relationship with her boyfriend, Tom, for 3 years now. He is caring and sweet, but especially the latter is a problem. He is too sweet, too soft.

She needs a firm hand every now and then, a man who can put her in her place and shut her up. Dominate her and punish her when necessary. Chloe has always had deep sub/brat feelings, but she has always suppressed these feelings because she was ashamed of herself.

A woman who finds it horny to be punished, to be spanked, or to be humiliated—that is not normal, right?

Her relationship with Tom is ok. He is a sweetheart, and she's happy with him, but she longs to be dominated.

But how on earth can she bring this up with Tom? Without hurting him?? Plus, would he think she's weird?

She also finds it very difficult to show her feelings or talk about her feelings. She has been struggling with this problem for some time; that's why she could do nothing else than seek help from an expert. Maybe talking to an outsider can make a difference. Since she can't discuss the problem with her friend, she is a sweetheart, but she is totally vanilla.

So here she is now. Waiting while the seconds tick away, and she will be called in by Dr. Coleman.

Nervous as she is, Chloe notices that her hands are clammy because there is one problem with the sessions. Chloe assumed that the secretary had scheduled her with a female talk therapist because of her sensitive problem.

But when Chloe started her first session with Dr. Coleman, it turned out Dr Coleman wasn't a woman. This doctor was a true god!

He radiated power and charisma.

When he looked at her with his piercing green eyes, she felt herself become weak but also small. She felt an unprecedented feeling of excitement. Real excitement, shameless horniness. He did something to her. He made her feel things she didn't know existed.

His dark, imposing, but calm appearance. His short-cropped, messy black hair, his athletic figure, his mocking mouth, the stubble on his jaw...

Chloe sighs for a moment; even when she thinks of him, she feels that excited tingle running through her body again.

A little bit awkward, Chloe could not utter a sensible word when they stood opposite each other; she was probably even gaping at him. She felt the air crackling around them.

"Chloe?" he asked questioningly when he extended his hand to introduce himself.

"Dr. Damian Coleman. Nice to meet you."

A mocking grin appeared on his mouth as if he knew what she was thinking. She was completely overwhelmed by his impressive and imposing appearance.

From that moment on, Chloe longed for every session. It was so bad that she started dressing herself more and more provocatively. Her skirts became shorter and shorter. Her cleavage became deeper and deeper, and she felt so naughty that she did not even wear panties under her skirts after the 3rd session.

But it was all in vain; he continued to treat her professionally, as it should be, of course.

But she wanted his attention so desperately. She wanted him to see her!

But she didn't get any reaction from him.

Nothing showed in his attitude that he was impressed by her. Chloe even started to doubt herself because of it.

She has decided to end the sessions with Dr. Coleman today. She will tell him that. She feels completely ridiculous and ashamed of her behavior, and that has to stop. Today.

Chloe's hands are shaking in her lap. When she hears a door open, she starts.

Dr. Coleman's eyes bore into hers as he looked at Chloe.

"Chloe..." he says professionally.

Oooh, his voice... His voice is so seductive. It gives her tingles in her stomach.

"Chloe," he says again, now a bit more impatient and with a somewhat gruff voice. Chloe is startled out of her trance and feels how her cheeks turn red. She sees how he looks at her impatiently, and she clears her throat nervously. She is glad that sound comes out of her mouth when she lets out a hoarse "Good morning.”

With unsteady legs, she gets up and walks towards him with her chin raised. For a moment, it seems as if she sees how his eyes scan her body. But maybe that's just what she wants to see or hopes for.

Today, Chloe has chosen a slightly less challenging outfit: a midi skirt with a blouse and pumps. Her long brown hair hangs wavy over her shoulders.

Nervously, she follows him into the room.

"Sit down, Chloe." He points to the chair across from him.

She likes the way he says her name.

She takes a deep breath and smooths her skirt before she sits down.

Chloe clears her throat tensely one more time before she starts talking.

"Dr Coleman, I wanted to let you know that I want to end the sessions with you." Chloe's voice sounds a bit hoarse, but she gets straight to the point. Beating around the bush only makes it harder. She doesn't dare look at him and looks at her clammy hands lying in her lap.

The silence that follows is almost unbearable. She feels his gaze burning on her. Chloe can't stand it any longer and shoots up from her chair.

She realizes that she owes him at least an explanation.

Stuttering, she begins... "Uhm, I don't think I'm making any progress, that these sessions aren't going to do anything. So I think it's better to stop."

“Sorry,” she says softly afterward.

Chloe turns around, staring out the window, awaiting what he's going to say. Is he even going to say anything? She's almost going crazy from the deafening silence.

Suddenly, Chloe feels him grab her by the shoulders and roughly turn her around to face him. She sees the threatening look in his eyes when he looks at her.

Chloe can't stand it and looks away from him, but his hand grabs her by the chin and forces her to look at him.

Then his voice sounds: "Decided to wear panties for a change, Chloe?"

She shudders and immediately feels herself blush with embarrassment.

She wants to push him away, but he roughly grabs her wrists and holds them behind her back so she can't go anywhere.

She feels herself getting even wetter than she already was; he keeps looking at her arrogantly.

"Didn't you think I hadn't noticed already, sweet Chloe? How you offer yourself? How desperate you are? How you try to seduce me? How you yearn for my attention!"

He paused, "And how wet I make you?"

Chloe wants to look away; she feels shame and excitement at the same time. But Damian keeps her chin in an iron grip.

"Let me go," she says softly.

"Seriously?" he laughs mockingly. "You really think I'll let you go?"

"You don't want me to let you go, Chloe."

"You want to be used, humiliated."

Chloe's cheeks turn even redder from his words. He's right; she wants that desperately.

"Am I right, sweet Chloe?" he asks.

She can't get a word out. She simply doesn't know what to say.

He suddenly grabs her by her long hair and pulls her head back. Looking at her piercingly.

"Answer me!"

She shudders and squeaks, "Yes."

"What did you say? I don't hear you," he says.

Chloe clears her throat. "Yes," she says a little louder now.

He pushes her back and presses her against the wall with his body. His hand grabs her throat and squeezes it lightly.

Chloe pants and literally feels the moisture running out of her pussy. He holds her wrists with one hand above her head.

Shit, she has never been as horny as now.

"You are a horny slut," he says while he moves his other hand to her hip.

"A naughty, horny slut who will be punished because she was so shamelessly seducing me during my work."

She gasps at his words.

Punishment? she thought. Oh god!

She is shocked by the idea, but at the same time, it arouses her.

"But that is exactly what you want, right, slut?" he asks.

"You want to be punished because it makes you soaking wet. You want to experience it. You long for it."

His hand slides under her blouse, touching her soft skin. He slides over her lace bra, after which his finger pinches her nipple.

She swallows a moan.

This isn't really happening; this is a dream, Chloe thinks.

She can hardly believe what is happening. This is what she has been longing for all this time, and now it is really happening.

Damian sees Chloe's eyes darken with excitement. Her lips part as he teasingly runs his fingers over her flat stomach and down the band of her skirt.

"Stand still," he says as Chloe struggles to stay still.

She tries to do what he wants from her, but it is too difficult because she is extremely excited.

His fingers slip under the band of her skirt and stop for a moment at her lace panties. He looks at her and sees the lust in her eyes. She almost wants to beg, but she is too proud.

His fingers must have felt the wet spot in her panties as she saw him smile triumphantly. Chloe holds her breath as his fingers slide into her panties.

Oh, God, caress me, please, she thinks desperately.

Damian studied her reaction and sees her gasp for air as his fingers caress her soaking-wet bald pussylips; she can no longer suppress a moan.

"Aaah, didn't I think so? A soaking wet slut," he says when his fingers softly start to caress her pussylips.

She closes her eyes in pleasure, and she automatically pushes her pussy against his hand.

"Tsk tsk," she hears him say.

"Eager girl." He pulls his hand out of her panties.

A frustrated moan escapes her mouth. She hears Damian laughing softly.

He just enjoys making her yearn, she thinks, gritting her teeth.

She wants to open her mouth to say something sharp, but she doesn't get the chance because Damian pulls her away from the wall and pushes her forward over his desk with force.

He says gruffly, "Stay down." She hears him lock the door.

And she can't help but look over her shoulder.

In one second, he is at her and whispers menacingly in her ear, "What did I say, sweet Chloe?"

"Sorry....I…" Chloe stammers, "I...." but she doesn't get any further because he pushes her roughly back onto the desk, where he pins her down with his body.

"You are going to take your punishment now, slut," he whispers in her ear.

Shivers run through her body at these words. My god, what is he going to do to me?

“But wait,” Chloe tries again.

"The wait is over, sweet Chloe. I've had to hold myself back long enough."

She feels her skirt being pushed up. She doesn't dare to move.

"Please…” She tries again, even though she knows it's in vain; besides, she doesn't want anything else than to be punished.

"Shhh," his voice sounds soothing.

"You're going to enjoy yourself, little slut. This is what you want; this will make your pussy soaking wet."

He roughly pulls her lace panties down.

Realizing that her bare ass is now in full view for him feels shameful.

She tries to wriggle free, but he holds her with one hand around her neck, pressed against the desk.

"You're going to count nicely, sweet Chloe. Ten strokes, and then you are lucky because you actually deserve more."

Oh god, he's going to spank me, Chloe thinks.

"Please..." she begs again.

"I love it when you beg,” he says.

She feels vulnerable now that she's lying so shamelessly in front of him, but at the same time, it makes her soaking wet, and she's afraid that the moisture will soon run down her thighs.

Out of nowhere, she suddenly feels his hand land on her buttock; she lets out a scream of delight.

Immediately, she feels a tingling sensation go through her buttocks.

"Count, slut," he says.

Because Chloe was distracted by the first slap, she forgot to count.

"One," she says quickly.

The second slap doesn't take long.

"Two," moans Chloe; she feels a warm glow spreading through her body.

Chloe soon has half of the strokes. Alternating on each buttock, she tries to bite through the pain.

At the seventh stroke, the pain seems to make way for pleasure, and a delicious tingling spreads through her buttocks.

My god, my ass must be red, Chloe thinks.

In a soothing voice, Damian says, "Three more to go, slut. You're doing well."

Chloe feels a sense of pride for a moment, but it gives way to fear when the 8th stroke is a fact. Staying still is no longer an option. She's so horny. Her thighs are covered with her juices.

She moves her ass back and forth seductively to get more.

“Look at that, this little slut is getting horny from spanking," he said.

He pushes his hips against her ass; Chloe feels his enormous excitement against her.

"This is what you do to me, sweet Chloe," he whispers in her ear.

He roughly pushes her legs apart with his foot, so she is forced to spread her legs.

Chloe moans when she realizes how she lies before him, open and exposed, like a slut.

His hands caress her red, sensitive buttocks, which makes her hiss, while his other hand caresses her thighs, further and further up.

Please, she thinks pleadingly.

She automatically spreads her legs in the hope that he will give her what she so desperately desires.

"An impatient slut, hmm?" He asks, "What a beautiful and horny sight. A willing slut, yearning for something in her pussy." Chloe feels her cheeks glow.

Her horniness wins over her shame as she seductively shakes her ass back and forth.

"Horny little slut," he growls.

He lets his fingers slide over her wet pussylips.

"Oooh," Chloe moans.

Damian continues to tease her like this for a while until he gives her what she longs for; his fingers slide softly over her clit.

"Please," Chloe begs as she presses her pussy even more against his hand.

She hears him snicker triumphantly behind her.

She only wants one thing now: his fingers in her pussy.

He continues to massage her clit and occasionally makes maddening circles around it while he pushes his hard cock against her from behind.

Oh god, that cock. I want that cock!

He grabs Chloe by her long hair and pulls her head back while he alternately caresses her clit and slides a finger into her warm, wet pussy.

Chloe moans harder. She can't hold herself back any longer.

Damian lets his lips move over her neck and gently sinks his teeth into the vulnerable skin.

"So impatient, so desperate," he says hoarsely.

His words only make her wilder; she feels how an orgasm is about to present itself. She moans and pants while Damian continues to play with her.

Twisting and shaking her hips, Chloe realizes that she is going to cum so insanely.

But then the fingers stop, still inside her pussy.

"No," Chloe screams as she looks at him indignantly.

A sadistic smile forms around his mouth.

The bastard! Chloe thinks as she looks at him angrily but with just a hint of horniness.

"Not yet, my sweet Chloe."

He pulls her off his desk and forces her to her knees.

Chloe knows what's coming and licks her lips.

He unbuttons his pants and takes them off while Chloe looks at him with wide eyes.

When Damian stretches his boxers, Chloe's eyes are drawn to his cock like a magnet.

"Oh god," slips out of her mouth when she sees how big and stiff he is.

"Now be a good girl and open your mouth," he says, growling.

Chloe licks her lips again while she continues to look fascinated at his beautiful cock.

My god, she wants to taste him so much, but she can never get his cock completely in her mouth.

Damian sees her doubt. "Relax and suck me, slut."

He pushes her head to his cock with his hand; Chloe immediately opens her mouth.

She carefully lets her tongue slide along his cock.

"Mmm," she moans as she gets more fanatical.

Above her, she hears Damian groan as she runs her tongue along his glans.

He's had enough of her teasing because he grabs her by her long hair and pushes her mouth further onto his cock.

Chloe shudders and snorts as his cock slides deep into her throat.

"Jesus," she hears him groan. He moves her head up and down on his cock and holds her firmly by her hair to determine the rhythm, which makes her gag and gasp for air.

He lets go of her hair a little so she can take a breath, but she doesn't have long to recover because he pushes her impatiently onto his cock again.

Chloe feels her saliva starting to run down the corners of her mouth. Anxiously she tries to breathe through her nose while Damian keeps fucking her mouth. She hears him start to grunt and his cock start to swell inside her mouth.

She knows he's about to cum.

He suddenly pushes Chloe away from him by her hair. He pulls her to the desk and pushes her body onto the desk.

"I'm going to fuck you, sweet Chloe," he says threateningly.

"Oooh yessss," she moans longingly.

Teasingly he lets his cock slide along her opening; Chloe rolls her hips impatiently.

"Please fuck me," Chloe moans shamelessly.

She immediately feels Damian start to push his cock into her pussy; it's like his cock is being sucked into her pussy.

Oooh god, this is never going to fit! Chloe thinks in panic.

Damian feels her stiffen. "Relax, slut," he says; his cock goes even deeper into her.

When he is completely inside her, he starts to move his cock up and down into her pussy.

"Goddamn, your pussy is so tight," he growls.

He grabs her by her long hair to determine the pace of his thrusts.

Chloe arches her back to be able to feel even more of his cock.

Oh god, this feels good!

His cock fills her up completely. She feels her juices running down her thighs.

With his hand on her mouth, he muffles her moans as he continues to thrust into her pussy. She grips the edges of the desk with her hands to find something to hold on to.

Damian stimulates Chloe's clit with his fingers. This, in combination with his cock in her pussy, pushes her over the edge.

Waves of pleasure flood her body. Juices squirt out as her pussy explodes, and an orgasm rages through her body.

"Oooh yesss," Chloe screams. Fortunately, her words are muffled by Damian's hand on her mouth.

Damian can no longer hold out, feeling the pulsing of her pussy.

"I'm going to fill your pussy up, sweet Chloe," he hisses.

Growling, he thrusts deep into her pussy one more time, after which he empties his cock into her.

Damian lets himself fall down on her, panting heavily.

"Oooh god," Chloe pants as her body calms down. She feels her pussy still trembling a bit.

"What a delicious slut you are," he pants.

"MY slut." As he pulls away from her.

"Your time is up, sweet Chloe. I'll see you next week."