“Good morning, Sandra,” Dr. Homes says, walking into my room. I can lock it, but all the high-level staff here have keys and enter and exit as they please, to make sure we’re not doing drugs or something. It’s creepy. My parents sent me here after I dropped out of college and got pulled over for drunk driving. Luckily, my dad, the mayor, is a huge supporter of the police force and the cop delivered me back home. However, my parents gave me an ultimatum- stay at the House of Restoration until they felt I was rehabilitated, and return to school in the spring, or I’d be cut off. Not kicked out or anything, I just wouldn’t have my car or spending money, which would suck.

The House is okay, most of the girls here are honestly kind of bitchy, super new-money types that think Michael Kors is high-fashion. But the rooms are large and private, the sheets don’t scratch my skin, and there is a gym, a few pools and tennis courts. They don’t force us on a crazy schedule, we just have to keep a daily journal to share in group therapy and exercise for at least four hours a week. We’re not supposed to have phones but of course I snuck mine in. Overall, it’s like a vacation. Except for time with Dr. Homes.

He’s the head psychologist here, and I feel like every session I have with him is a waste. He just asks a bunch of questions like “where do you envision yourself in 10 years” and “how do you think your relationship with your parents has impacted your current state in life”. Blah blah. I’m so over the fake-nice bullshit. He’s just trying to make money like everyone else. Our sessions never go anywhere and I honestly think he doesn’t like me at all, so it is a surprise to see him here.

“Good morning, Doctor,” I say, sitting up and tying my fluffy robe over my bikini. “I was just going to head out for a swim. It’s part of my exercise.”

“I don’t think lounging by the pool counts as exercise. I’m sure it can wait.” He crosses his arms and sits on the bed next to me. This place is all about the touchy-feely stuff. Even therapy is usually held outside. “I have been thinking about your case, and I have a plan for you I want you to try.”

“Right now?” I roll my eyes. “How long will it take?”

“It will take as long as it takes,” he says. He adjusts his thick glasses and smooths back his salt-and-pepper hair. “I think your main issues are simple: your self-esteem is insanely high, you have lacked punishment, and you don’t know how to work.”

“So?” I say. “I don’t need punishment. I haven’t done anything wrong, I’m just going through a rough patch. And I don’t have to work, I’ll just marry someone with money.” I flip my hair back.

“This is exactly my- never mind,” he says, rolling his eyes. “The first step I am going to need you to do is remove that robe.”

“Fuck no, you dirty old man,” I say. But he’s not really a dirty old man, he’s super sexy. If he wants to grope me a little bit in the name of science or whatever, I’m game. I just don’t want him to know it yet.

“Do it, or I’ll eject you from the program. I believe if that happens, your parents will send you somewhere far less comfortable.” He motions to the memory foam bed.

“Fine,” I say, stripping to my tiny white bikini. I can see him taking in my body, looking up and down.

“Now, Sandra, the first thing I notice, while you have a nice waist, your ass is a little soft and flabby.”

“Fucking excuse me? I look great. No one has ever said anything like that to me before, you asshole.”

“That’s because all your friends were from high school and scared of you. This is the real world. If you want to land a sugar daddy, like you said, you’re going to have to be in better shape than this.” He shrugs, then motions for me to come closer.

“And what’s this?” he says, reaching out to trace a line of stubble above my bikini. “This is unsightly. You’d look better if you waxed it all completely.”

“Wh…” I can barely react. No one has ever criticized me like this before. I hate how much it hurts. I feel a little ball form in my throat, almost like I want to cry.

He motions again for me to sit down next to him, and I comply. “I have a way for you to redeem yourself, though. But you have to listen to me and do what I say. I need you to take off your bathing suit bottom and lay across my lap.”

“I still don’t believe any of this is doing more than giving you a fucking boner. I’m only doing this so I don’t get kicked out.” I take off my bottoms and lay across him. I feel so ashamed and used, but it’s also incredibly hot. His hand traces my left asscheek softly, then the right. I was right about the boner- the fold of his pants concealed it, but now I can feel it against my belly, hard and thick.

“Now, I think you know what’s coming next, don’t you?” He pats me gently, jiggling my ass.

“Are you going to spank me?” I ask, now a little worried.

“Yes, I am. But I’ll stop once you tell me you’re ready to do some work to better yourself, and I believe it, then you can be done.”

“Ok,” I say, voice meek.

Thwack. His hand cracks against my bare ass. I squeal, and try to wriggle away.

“No, you have to be good and take your punishment, don’t you?” He strokes the spot where he had left a mark. The skin was overly sensitized, and the stimulation of the gentle touch turns me on even more. I feel myself getting wetter. I want this to be over so I could get myself off when he leaves.

“Yes, I do, Doctor. I need to be disciplined.” It doesn’t even sound like my own voice.

He smacked my ass over and over, until I my skin burned. Smack. Smack. Smack…

“Please, I want you to stop. I’m ready to work.” My legs are shaking from pain, but I almost enjoy it.

His hand rests on my ass again, gently. He slips it farther, sliding a finger on the outside of my pussy lips. “Alright. If your big plan is to catch a rich man, you need to know how to please him.” He grabs a handful of my hair with his left hand, pulling up my head. “And for the love of God, do something with this hair. At least get some highlights.”

He pushes me off his lap and I stumble to the floor, catching myself with my hands.

“Have you ever given head before, Sandra?” He pulls me to my knees.

“No, Doctor, I haven’t.”

“Of course, you haven’t,” he says, unbuttoning his pants. “Today you’re going to learn.” His dick is large and veiny, and when he starts stroking himself, I feel a little nervous.

He grabs the back of my head again and pushes my face down on his dick. The sensation is new and strange, and I can feel how rock hard he is in my mouth. I slide my lips down, but I can only get about a third of the way. I pull back up, and I feel his hand push again. “That’s good, sweetheart, that’s very good.”

I start to go faster, and he groans a little. Can I go farther? I try, feeling the top of his dick push into the back of my throat. It’s only halfway, but he still moans louder.

“You’re a natural at this. Maybe you will make a good little trophy wife, wouldn’t you?” I can’t help that I’m pleased. He releases his grip on my hair and starts thrusting his hips, groaning so much I am afraid someone will hear.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he says, pushing me away a little. It’s unexpected, causing spit to dribble out of my mouth and down my neck. As I try to wipe it away, he strips off his pants, leaving on his button-down shirt. “Come ride it,” he says, laying on his back, stroking his erection once again.

I climb over his lap, straddling him. I’m scared to put it inside me- I’ve never had a real man do that before.

“I’m scared,” I say. “You’re going to make me get all stretched out and nasty.”

“That’s not how it works, I promise.” He pinches my nipples. “I promise, sweetheart.” He rubs my clit with his thumb, and I feel even more wetness drip out of my pussy.

“Okay,” I concede. I’m not really doing this because I want to stay here, I realize- I’m just so turned on that I feel like I can’t do anything else.

“No, squat on it,” he demands, when I try to put it in. I get up on my feet and crouch. It reminds me of doing a grand pliè like I did in ballet growing up, but a lot dirtier. He holds my hips to help guide me down onto his dick.

He slides in, slowly, and my legs already feel weak, but I’m afraid to let gravity pull me down more. I ease all the way, and I feel painfully full. The inside of my pussy is gripping so hard, I’m scared to lift back up and try to bounce on it. He’s still holding my hips, and I grab his forearms for support.

“Come on, you can do it. It isn’t that hard, I promise.” He pulls me up, and I start trying to ride it. It’s a struggle because he’s so big, but I manage to do it.

I keep going, and something changes. The pain gives way to a deep, intense pleasure, unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I love the sensation, it seems to turn a switch on every nerve in my body. I keep bouncing, realizing I am matching the pace I usually rub myself with when I masturbate.

I look up into at the Doctor’s face. His head is back a bit, eyes closed. His handsome face has just a little bit of stubble. I want to do more- I want to kiss his lips, I want him to really fuck me.

As if he read my mind, he pulls me back up and lets me kneel, and I slide him back inside, relieved at the easier position. He starts to fuck me from beneath, hard.

“You’re such a little bitch, aren’t you? Just a little fucking bitch with lots of Daddy’s money,” he growls into my ear. He’s fucking me so hard all I can do is squeal.

“What, you can’t say anything now? You usually have such a big fucking mouth.” He pulls me even closer to him, kissing me on the lips, shoving his tongue roughly into my mouth.

His aggressive pounding is almost too intense, and it pushes me over the edge. I cum, more intensely than I have ever in my life. I feel much more wetness squirt out, enough to drip down onto the bed sheets.

“Good girl, good girl,” Dr. Homes says, grabbing my ass. “Cumming for a man shows him your appreciation for all he’s been doing for you. Can you tell me how much you appreciate me?”

“I do appreciate you,” I say. “I know you work really, really hard for me.”

“Oh fuck,” he says, groaning. “Get off me,” he says suddenly, pushing me away. He cums, spraying it all over my breasts and stomach. I had never even had a man orgasm in front of me, and I didn’t realize how much would come out or how far it would travel. Shocked, I stared down at my body.

“What the fuck?” I say. “Did you really just do that? This is disgusting!” I try to wipe it away, but it just flings onto my thigh.

Dr. Homes collects himself, sliding back on his boxers and pants. “You really haven’t learned a goddamn thing, have you?”

“Guess not,” I say, using my blanket to wipe away the cum. “I must need a few more lessons,” I add.

“It might take some more work, but I’ll get you where you need to be.” He stands up and heads for the door. “Anyways, I have more patients to attend to. I’ll see you tomorrow. Try to at least think about what you learned today.”

“I might,” I say, giving him a wink and blowing an exaggerated kiss.

“Oh trust me, I’ll give you something to think about tomorrow.” And with that, he closes the door.