Doctoral Discipline Pt. 03

I licked along the length of his cock, and after it was soaking wet from my tongue inspection I moved my head back slightly and looked up at him. I watched him nod and placed my head at his cock. I took his entire cock into my mouth.... slowly... he was directing me with his hands on my hair, his fingers wrapped in my hair. My lips squeezed tightly around his cock.

I continued until his cock-head was touching the back of my throat. He held me in this position, controlling my every movement. I stayed like this, my mouth stuffed with his hardness, sucking and slurping loudly but not moving. After a while he began to move my head up and down along his shaft as slowly as possible. I began to suck as he increased the tempo and began rocking his hips back and forth.

He was fucking my face to his own tempo, and I loved every second of it. He allowed me to catch a breath and then directed my mouth again, and with my lips puckered began another slow in and out movement. I could hear the slave bells ring, as my head moved. I sucked as hard as I could and a moan escaped my mouth at the same time. I could feel myself ready to burst. I let my tongue dance along his shaft while it slid in and out. His hips jerked and bucked upward, forcing his cum filled shaft into my throat. The next thing I felt was his hot cum shooting into my mouth, and I exploded at the same time.

I wanted to taste every drop of him. I sucked his cock, drinking of him, and as his hips slowed their movement I slowed mine. I repeated the steps that I began in reverse... slowly sucking, then licking, then kissing his cockhead. I cleaned him top to bottom, worshiping his cock. After a while he pulled out and zipped up his zipper.

"Okay subbie time for lunch, then up to your bedroom for a nap and a spanking and maybe we will go shopping later," he said as he took my leash. I followed him obediently, crawling with my ruffled panties still at my knees and plug deep inside. My slave bells ringing as I moved.

Chapter 9

We went into the kitchen, where he left me kneeling on the pad beside his seat. He made two sandwiches and placed them both on the table. He poured himself a drink and filled a bowl with milk which he placed on the floor in front of me. He allowed me to drink from the bowl, and then slowly fed me the sandwich, one piece at a time. I hated how he fed me like this, but I wasn't about to complain since I was so hungry after a long morning. We ate in silence. He watched my every move, but did not speak to me as he finished up his lunch.

Once we were both done he stood and tugged on my leash, indicating that I should follow him. I crawled my way upstairs, which was difficult with my panties still around my knees. "Ok Missy, its nap time, get yourself into your room" he said.

I looked up at him, I really had to use the bathroom but I couldn't bring myself to ask as I had been instructed. "Sir, may I please go to the bathroom before my nap?" I asked?

"I expect that your backside is already sore Missy, do you want to re-think the way you ask or would you prefer an additional spanking?" he asked, glaring at me harshly.

My eyes immediately dropped to the floor, feeling his dominance over me. I collected myself, took a deep breath, and mumbled in almost a whisper "may I please go potty Sir?"

He knew how embarrassed I was having to ask like this, and decided to play on it for a minute. "What was that Little One? It sounded like you were trying to ask me something, but it was hard to hear. Would you like to try again?" He was smirking as he said this.

Again, I collected myself and this time managed to ask in a more confident, louder voice. "Sir, may I please go potty?" I asked again, the redness of my face giving away my embarrassment.

"Better Madison," he said. "Do I need to remove your plug or do you just need to tinkle?"

I didn't think it was possible, but I turned even more red as I asked him to remove my plug. He led me into the bathroom and had me lean over and place my hands on the counter. He instructed me to spread my legs and relax as he slowly removed my anal intruder. Once it was out he gave me permission to sit on the toilet, which I did quickly. He did not leave the bathroom while I went, but he busied himself by cleaning off the plug. Just as I was reaching for the toilet paper he reached out and grabbed my hand to stop it.

"I'll do that," he said with that smirk on his face again. He took some toilet paper and reached between my legs to wipe up any of my pee. He then instructed me to stand up and bend over so he could make sure my backside was clean. I was mortified, but I didn't fight him. I simply did as I was told and let him wipe me clean. "Now into your room Missy quickly."

I dropped back onto my knees and crawled into my room as he followed closely behind. I'm sure he was enjoying the view from back there. He told me to climb up into the bed and then he began to pull the blankets up over me. He grabbed the pacifier off of the table and placed it into my mouth, securing it behind my head just as he had done the night before. He pulled the curtains closed, stroked my face and said "have a good nap Kitten, I'll see you soon," I watched as he left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

I don't know how long I had been asleep for when he came into the room and woke me up. He pulled me over his lap before I was even fully awake. "It's time for your mid-day spanking Madison," he said as he began to swat my bare bum over and over. I squirmed and moaned through my pacifier, but that just earned me a harder swat and a harsh warning to be quiet. I couldn't tell you how long the spanking lasted, but it was enough to have turned my bottom cherry red and tears were rolling down my cheeks. Once he was done he re-inserted the anal plug, ensuring it was in correctly by tugging on it gently.

"Stand in front of me Missy," he commanded. I climbed off his lap and stood myself in front of him, hands and my sides. He straightened out my shirt and skirt, wiped the tears off my face and pulled up my panties. He then removed the pacifier from my mouth. "Ok Missy, it's time for you to study and then we will go shopping," he said with a grin.

I studied for about an hour sitting at my tiny desk with my ruffled panties pulled down to my ankles. It was amazing how much data I absorbed as I read my school book and took notes. Sir will be so proud of me I thought. Finally, I closed my book and went to get dressed to go shopping never dreaming I would be shopping in my little girl outfit.

"Please Sir; I can't go out in public like this. Please don't make me wear this outfit in public Sir," I protested. I was panicking, my heart racing, body shaking, mind spinning. I felt tears start to run down my face.

He got up off the bed and moved towards the closet. "Well I will allow you to wear a cardigan over your blouse because it is a bit chilly out," I heard him say, but I didn't care.

For a brief period of time I felt my stubborn side kick in. "YOU JERK!" I yelled.

"I won't go out like this, you can't make me," I screamed as I ran towards the bedroom door. I managed to get out of the room before he could grab me, and headed straight for the stairs. I ran down as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face. I was so flustered that when I got to the front door of the house I couldn't get the lock open, and before I knew it I was stuck between him and the door, his hand resting firmly on the door so that even if I did get the lock off I wasn't going anywhere. He didn't say anything, he just stood there.

I refused to turn and look at him, but I was crying uncontrollably. I slowly sank to the floor and began rocking back and forth trying to calm down. I was terrified of what was going to happen. He must have been furious with me, but he just stood there, not moving, not speaking. I don't know how long we remained like this but eventually I started to get a hold of myself and the tears slowed down. I started thinking about my predicament, and that I might have just blown whatever chance I had at keeping my scholarship. If he decided to kick me out because of this I was screwed. I knew I had to seek his forgiveness, but my stubborn side wasn't quite ready to let go yet.

Eventually he stepped back and went into the living room and sat in his chair. He could still see me, so he knew I wouldn't try to make a break for it again. I probably sat at the door for an hour before I managed to convince myself I had to beg for his forgiveness. I collected myself and crawled into the living room. I did not look up at him, but as I reached his feet I dropped immediately into the submissive pose, unmoving, waiting for permission to do anything more.

The wait was driving me crazy, and he must have known that his silence was building the anticipation of what was to come inside of me.

I heard him say: "Miss McLean you are free to leave anytime you wish you are not a prisoner in my home just ask at any time and I will drive you to your dorm and your things will be returned. I will even give you an 'A.' There is no need to get so excited. However, if you plan on staying I will continue to train and discipline you. Which is it?"

I thought about it carefully and knew I wanted to stay. "Sir I understand I am free to leave, but I need your discipline and control and wish to stay," I said humbly.