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"Put me in my place, remind me who I belong to"

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Word count: 4.8k

Content: spanking, discipline, Dom/sub, inappropriate relationship between medical provider and patient (sort of, he's just an assistant), aftercare, very slight fingering, use of a safeword (yellow, not a full red)

Terms used: pussy, cunt, clit, cock, puppy, pet, pet names, he/him and masc terms for both characters

Summary: you've been having a secret kinky affair with the assistant at your physical therapy office, you go to his place one night and ask him to spank and discipline you, remind you who you belong to. He thoroughly does so, gives you aftercare, and lets you stay the night. You have an appointment at the office the next day, and try (and fail) to hide the pain in your sore ass from everyone else there, while he watches on, very amused at his good work.

Notes: reader character is trans masc, he is written vaguely enough physically that he can be imagined as pre or post T or top surgery. Partner character is written as a cis man, there's only one mention to him having a dick and getting naturally hard, so he could easily be imagined as trans masc as well if you ignore that line.

Also I have never actually been spanked to this extent, so I have no idea if the number of spanks I used is like, accurate to what this level of pain is, but I tried to do some research and google was no help, so I eventually just decided on a number.

Story is inspired by this post I made a while ago about my crush on the assistant at my old physical therapy office. The crush petered out a little bit before I got discharged, but I'd written this before then. I only just now decided to edit it and get it posted, cause while I don't have a crush on him anymore, I do think the concept is still hot in general.

Also important to note, I originally wrote this in 1st person POV, and today went through and edited all the pronouns and related words to be switched to 2nd person POV, so I apologize if there are any errors in regards to that, I think I got everything, but wouldn't be surprised if I missed some.

Hope you enjoy!

You took a steadying breath as you got out of your car into the warm night air, and headed towards his front door. You had texted him an hour ago, asking if he was home from work, and if you could come over. He had responded about 40 minutes later, saying he’d just gotten home and wanted to see you. Your chest buzzed with excitement, knowing what was waiting for you on the other side of that door. You reached out a hand with a shaky breath and knocked three times. You were always nervous in the beginning. After a pause, you heard footsteps approaching from inside, the door unlocking, and then it opened.

“Hey there!” He had his characteristic soft cheeky smile on his face as he greeted you, stepping aside to give you room to enter. Not too much room though, you had to brush past him, close enough to feel the fabric of his shirt brush your arm, a hint of the warmth of his body hidden underneath it, and to get the barest whiff of his scent. That alone was enough to have your already wet pussy clenching. He closed and locked the door again, then turned to face you. The contrast of the cool air conditioned air inside was a stark difference from the heavy weight of the muggy summer night you’d just stepped in from. He stared down at you with a silent heated gaze for a moment, before cracking another smile and putting his hand on your lower back to guide you further into his home. Your back tingled where he was lightly touching you.

He led you to the living room, where he turned to face you again. He held out a hand expectantly, and you hastily reached into your bag and pulled out what you knew he wanted. A brown leather collar, with a brass buckle. It had a metal plate on the side, with one word engraved on it, ‘Puppy’. The buckle clinked as you handed it to him. Your fingertips brushed his palm, sending a shiver down your spine. God he made you so needy. It would almost be embarrassing, if you weren’t so insanely into it.

He smiled at you again as he took the collar in both hands. God he’s so smiley all the time, you love it. He reached out and wrapped it around your neck, buckling it with practiced ease. Just tight enough that you could feel it against your throat at all times, but still able to breathe freely. His hands rested on your neck briefly as he took you in, then slowly slid down to your shoulders, paused, then slid again, down your arms to gently take your hands.

“What do you want me to do to you tonight, puppy?” He asked lowly. You melted at his tone, already feeling your mind slipping into the sweet syrupy comfort of that puppy head space.

You tried to respond, but your tongue felt like cotton. You took a breath and met his eyes, “I want you to discipline me, Sir. Put me in my place, remind me who I belong to.” He grinned and raised one of your hands to his face, placing a tender kiss to your palm.

“I can do that.” He dropped one of your hands, turning to lead you by the other one to the couch nearby. He sat down in the middle, looked up at you, and lightly pulled you towards him by the hand. “I think you’re a little overdressed, don’t you?” He leaned forward and reached down to pull your shoes off, carefully setting them aside, before removing each sock and putting them in your shoes. He sat back up, and brought his hands to the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it towards your head, where you raised your arms and briefly bent forward so he could pull it off. He casually cast it to the floor without looking away from your face. He turned his attention to your shorts next, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down, then grabbed the waist of them and your underwear, methodically pulling them both down your legs, before adding them to the pile of clothes.

He leaned back and just looked at you, eyes slowly scanning over your body, now nude apart from your collar, taking you in. You just stood there and waited, used to him wanting to take his time with you. Once he was satisfied, he looked back up at your face with a soft expression. “Come lay across my lap sweetheart.” He commanded gently. You took a deep breath and did as you were told, settling yourself over his knees so your legs were on the couch to his right, upper body laid to the left, and your ass positioned perfectly in the middle for him. You could feel his already hard cock poking into your hip. It made you salivate, God you wanted to touch him, suck him, have him inside you.

Goosebumps raised over the skin of your ass as you felt his warm breath cascading over your skin. He let out a soft chuckle, having noticed your raised flesh. You laid there, trying to appear patient, but burning inside with desire. You gasped and twitched as he finally brought his right hand to your skin, laying it across the back of your thigh, just under the curve of your ass. He tutted mockingly, gently squeezing your thigh. He slowly caressed his hand down the back of your thigh to your knee, then slowly back up the rest below your ass. You knew he wouldn’t continue until you relaxed, so you took a deep breath, and forced your body weight to sink into the couch and his lap.

He hummed approvingly, and rewarded your obedience by finally dragging his hand up higher, to rest on the plump meat of your ass. He kneaded the flesh there slowly, patient as ever. He was never in a hurry when you met, always taking his time with you. He grabbed a handful of your cheek, squeezing it hard, then pulling it to the side, spreading you open. He brought his left hand up, and trailed his middle finger between your cheeks, ghosting his way down to your cunt, then swiping it through your folds to test your wetness. He let out a breathy chuckle at discovering you already soaked, his finger easily sliding around your hole, then dipping just the tip inside. He slowly fucked it in and out of your pussy shallowly. You didn’t have to look to know he was staring heatedly at what he was doing to you. You clenched your hands into fists and pressed your face into the couch cushion, stifling a groan at the teasing, just wanting him to move on, but not daring to complain.

He lingered there a moment longer, before pulling his now wet hand away with a contented sigh, followed by a brief silence before you heard him speak, “Suck.” He commanded. You lifted your head and turned to look at him, seeing him holding his wet finger tip out towards your face. You opened your mouth for him obediently, sticking the tip of your tongue out to present your mouth for him. He smiled softly and slid his wet finger tip across your tongue, your lips closing around the digit to suck as ordered. He watched for a moment, before pushing it deeper into your mouth, teasing your gag reflex. He fucked his finger in and out, gaze mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around it. Your eyelids felt heavy with the weight of desire, your mind hazily sinking into the bliss of submission.

He seemed to come out of his trance finally, slowly pulling his finger from your mouth, chuckling when you let out a whine and tried to chase it for a moment, not wanting to let go. He tutted at you disapprovingly, reminding you to be patient. You let out a softer whine, but lowered your head again, resting your forehead on the back of your wrist. “Good pet, be patient, you’ll get what you want.” He said softly, placing his now damp hand on your back. You’d forgotten about his right hand, still resting on your ass. He reminded you of it with a sudden squeeze. He began kneading your cheek again, coaxing you to relax more. His other hand lightly caressing random swirling shapes into the skin of your back. You took another steadying breath, letting it out slowly and settling even further into his lap.

He gave your ass a squeeze of approval, before releasing his grip and simply leaving it resting there on your cheek. “Okay puppy, you want to be disciplined, huh?” He asked. You hummed in confirmation and nodded your head against your arm, not bothering to lift it. “Hmm…” He absentmindedly drew circles into your cheek with his fingertips, “Let’s do… Fifteen spanks to each cheek to start you out, I want you to count and thank me for each one, of course.” He said matter of factly.

“Yes, Sir.” You said softly, shifting your weight slightly in antsy anticipation. He smoothed his hand over your cheek once more, his left hand on your back stopping its caresses to instead splay across your upper back, a gentle reminder to stay put. You tried to breathe through the thick fog of the sub space you’d sunken into, adjusting your head where it rested on your arm, reminding yourself to be patient for him.

You jumped as your world suddenly narrowed to a sharp point of focus, as he raised his hand and brought it down on your right cheek with a sting and a sharp slapping sound. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. “One, thank you, Sir.” You said.

“Good boy.” He replied, before giving you another sudden smack with no warning.

“Two, thank you, Sir.” He hummed in approval, the next three smacks coming in quick succession, you counted and thanked him for every one. You’d reached five by this point, your ass felt fine so far, but you knew this was only the beginning, he always started light to warm you up. He paused to rub your cheek, before dragging his hand over to the left one. He gave it a brief squeeze, then he rained another three slaps down on your untouched cheek.

“Six, thank you, Sir. Seven, thank you, Sir. Eight, thank you, Sir.” You panted out, desire lancing through your belly. Your cunt clenched with need, wanting some attention. He hit you another two times, bringing you to ten. Count, thank. Count, thank. It was still easy at this point. You knew that would change soon enough. He rubbed his hand over both cheeks soothingly, giving you a moment's respite. His hand on your back slid up your spine, then neck, coming to settle in your hair, where he gently carded his fingers through it, fingertips lightly scratching your scalp.

“You ready for more baby?” He asked softly, lightly tapping his fingertips on your ass. You took a deep breath and nodded your head, slightly adjusting your weight across his lap, then settling again. You knew things were gonna ramp up from here. The hand in your hair gave a final scratch, then slid away, back down your spine to your upper back, holding steady there like before. His hand on your ass gave another squeeze, before it suddenly disappeared, leaving you bare. You involuntarily tensed your body, waiting for a hit… That didn’t come. Five silent seconds passed. Then ten. You furrowed your brow in confusion, trying to figure out why he’d stopped. You finally noticed how tense you were holding yourself, realizing, of course, he wants you to relax, as always. You inhaled deeply, and let your body sag as you exhaled, relaxing into his lap once more.

Evidently you’d done the right thing, because a moment later, he brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, hard. You gasped and lurched forwards, but his hand on your back gently but firmly guided you back into position. You laid your forehead back down on your arm, and clenched your hands into fists. You took a few steadying breaths, focusing on what you were feeling in your lower body, the slight pulsing sensation in your ass cheeks, and the throbbing of your cunt. You wanted him inside you so badly, but that’s not what tonight was about. You swallowed the saliva pooled in your mouth, and let yourself relax into his hold again.

He gave you an approving stroke up and down your back, before hitting you with three more hard rapid fire smacks, alternating cheeks this time, two to the left and one on the right. You counted them out, thanking him for each one. You were a little breathless, he’d really started hitting hard, but the sting in your ass just made your cunt clench harder, you were so wet you could feel it leaking from your hole down towards your clit. You squeezed your thighs together, wriggling side to side slightly, desperately wanting some friction on your throbbing clit.

He let out a huff of laughter at the sight, “Oh poor baby, are your poor puppy parts being neglected?” He asked, his tone lightly mocking. You whined loudly, wiggling your ass more, spreading your thighs slightly in hopes of enticing him to touch your cunt. Instead, he gave you a sharp slap to your right cheek in reprimand, soundly stopping your wiggling and making you yelp. you moved your hand to your face to bite your knuckle, thighs clenching for a different reason now.

There were a few seconds of silence as you waited for the next round of hits, but they didn’t come again. You had a moment of confusion, before you suddenly realized, “Fi-fifteen! Thank you, Sir! I’m sorry!” The silence stretched a moment longer, before his hand connected with your ass again– not in a hit, but just landing softly to rub soothingly.

“Halfway pet, how you doing? You think you can take some more?” He asked, his voice low and soothing as he gently rubbed your sore cheeks.

“Y-yes, Sir, I can take more. I need this.” You panted out in response.

“Okay baby, remind me, what do you say if you want me to ease up or stop?” He queried. You shook your head lightly to try and clear away some of the haze.

“If I want you to ease up, I say yellow, if I want you to stop, I say red.” You said slowly, your tongue heavy in your mouth. God you felt drunk on him.

“Good job, sweetheart,” You could hear the smile in his voice when he responded.

He took a slow breath, then suddenly rained three more hard slaps on your ass, left, right, left again, making you cry out with each one. He grabbed your right cheek roughly and squeezed, before leaving another hard hit to each cheek.

Tears stung your eyes as you counted them out and thanked him for each one. Twenty now, just ten more to go. He stroked your back softly with his left hand, his right doing the same to your burning ass. You whimpered at the feeling of his skin touching your tender flesh. It was as if you could feel every ridge of his fingerprints, catching on the stinging skin of your cheeks.

“More?” He asked.

“M–more.” You replied, voice teary.

“Okay, sweet boy.” He gave a quick squeeze to your left cheek, then landed a searing hit to it. You cried out, tears finally falling free from your eyes. You counted and thanked him, sniffling.

He paused, “Who do you belong to, pet?”

You whimpered tearfully as you responded, “Y–you, Sir.”

“Me.” He stated, before hitting you three more times, right, left, right. You let out a sob with each hit, burying your face in your folded arms, your counting muffled, but still audible.

He gave one more hard smack to your right cheek, sending you over the edge into a frenzy, “Yellow! God, fuck, yellow, Sir, please.” You sobbed out, tears streaming down your face.

“I’m so proud of you baby, using your words. I’ll go lighter. You sure you want me to finish? We can stop here, whatever you need, sweetheart.” You sniffled, wiping your teary eyes with your arm, shifting your hips in his lap slightly.

“Yes, Sir. I want you to finish. I need you to finish.” You whimpered out. “Tw–twenty five, thank you, Sir.” You added softly, almost an afterthought.

“Okay puppy, I’ll finish.” He rubbed soothing circles into your raw flesh, before landing three slaps to your ass, alternating cheeks again, left, right, left… They hurt, but they weren’t nearly as hard as he’d been hitting before, still, you gasped as you counted and thanked him for each hit.

“Almost done, baby.” He said softly, raising his hand and landing one final smack to each cheek, firm, but not too hard.

“Tw-twenty nine, thank you, Sir. Th-thirty, thank you, Sir.” You said with a sob, head buried in your arms.

“And you’re done, come here sweet boy.” He reached down for you and gathered you into his arms, maneuvering you to sit sideways in his lap, tucked into his chest under his chin. “You did so well for me baby, I’m so proud of you.” He shushed and soothed you as you cried into his shirt, one hand clenched into a fist in the fabric. His left arm was wrapped around your back, holding you tightly to him, while his right hand was on the back of your head, petting you softly as you cried.

You don’t know how long you sat like that, him murmuring praise and stroking you soothingly the whole time, but eventually, your tears petered out into quiet sniffles. Your hand that had been gripping his shirt the whole time relaxed its grip till it was just resting against his chest. You took a deep, somewhat shaky breath, and let the tension release from your body as you exhaled.

“There we go, that’s my good boy.” He said softly into your hair. You could hear the smile in his voice, and felt the soft ruffle of his breath in your hair. You smiled into his chest, nuzzling closer. Slowly, limbs heavy with fatigue, you shifted yourself around till you were straddling his lap, facing him with your arms slung over his shoulders. You hissed as the tender skin of your ass met the fabric of his pants. He looked up at you with a soft, fond expression. He brought his hands to rest on your ribcage, holding your tired gaze as he slid them torturously slowly down your sides, over your hips, and around to rest on your sore ass, pulling a wince from you.

“How do you feel, baby?” He asked gently. A lazy, exhausted smile crossed your face, as you looked at him tiredly.

“Better. Much better. A little high honestly.” He grinned at your response, hands ever so slightly twitching on your ass, a teasing threat of a squeeze that never came. You let out a small flinch of anticipation, before glaring down at him and smacking his shoulder lightly when nothing actually happened. He laughed up at you, before leaning in to place a tender kiss to the end of your collar bone on the front of your shoulder.

You closed your eyes and sighed fondly, moving your right hand to rest on the back of his head, fingers carding through his hair. He peppered a few more kisses to your front, before just resting his head against your chest, wrapping his arms around your back to hold you tight to him. You buried your nose in his hair, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply as you took in the smell of his shampoo. You basked in each other's hold for a few minutes, before he finally pulled away to look up at you again.

“Let’s get you some water and take care of that poor butt of yours, huh?” He said with a smile. You grunted noncommittally, wanting nothing more than to bury your face against his neck and stay in his arms a while longer. He laughed at you and patted your back gently, urging you to move. You threw your head back dramatically with a groan, before sluggishly moving from his lap to kneel next to him on the couch. “Good boy” he praised, standing up to leave the room. You did as you knew you were supposed to, and shifted to lay down on your stomach on the couch, waiting for his return.

You’d almost drifted off to sleep in the short time he was gone, turning your head groggily when he softly called your name as he came back into the room. He set a tall glass of ice water with a bendy straw down on the coffee table, followed by an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel, and a bottle of lotion. He turned to look down at you fondly, before grabbing his phone where it had lain on the coffee table, turning back to you with a one word question, “Picture?” You smiled and nodded your head at him, shifting your hips to make your sore ass pop a little. His phone camera clicked a few times as he took a pictures from various angles and distances, knowing you liked the memories to look back on later. Once satisfied, he set his phone back down and returned his focus to you.

He kneeled on the floor next to where you lay on the couch, bringing a hand to your face to gently brush your hair off your forehead, making you smile up at him. He leaned in and placed a lingering, tender kiss there. You felt him smile against your skin, before finally pulling back to tend to you. First, he brought the water to your mouth, holding the glass for you while you took a few greedy sips through the straw. Once you’d had enough for the moment and pulled away, he set it down and grabbed the lotion, squeezing some out onto his hands, then ever so softly spreading it over the sore flesh of your ass. You winced at the contact, taking a slow breath as the cool lotion rapidly soothed the burning in your cheeks. He gently massaged it into your red flesh, murmuring praises to you as you relaxed under his touch. Once he deemed the lotion sufficiently rubbed in, he grabbed the ice pack and placed it to rest on your ass. He then leaned towards your head, hand coming to rest on top of it, fingers scratching your scalp lightly.

“How’s that, sweet boy?” He asked quietly.

“Better, thank you for taking care of me, Sir.” You more meant for the spanking than the after care, but the knowing smile he gave you told you he understood. He moved to sit on the edge of the couch next to you, where he sat quietly for a few minutes, hand still playing with your hair.

Eventually he spoke again, “Are you gonna go home tonight, or do you want to stay here?” You opened your eyes that had slid shut under his soothing touch and glanced up at him, silent for a moment.

“I’d like to stay… I don’t think I’m in a state fit to drive and… I’d like more time with you, if that’s okay…” You glanced away and trailed off after the admission, fearing rejection. None came, instead, he slid his hand down to rest on your upper back, caressing your skin softly, smiling down at you.

“That’s okay.” He assured you gently. “In that case, we should get you to bed, hmm? It’s late and little puppies need their sleep.” He softly mocked. You grunted in response, not wanting to move from your comfy spot. He laughed at your protest and gently rocked you back and forth with his hands, egging you to get up. You groaned again, louder, before giving in and rising to your hands and knees, ice pack falling to the couch, forgotten.

He stood up and held his hands out to you, gripping yours gently when you took his to help you stand. Once he was sure you were steady on your feet, he grabbed the discarded ice pack and your glass of water, and walked away to the kitchen. You slowly started making your way to his bedroom, feeling slightly awkward. It’s not like it was the first time you’d stayed the night, you just didn’t do it frequently. You heard his footsteps approaching from behind, jumping slightly as a chilled hand rested on your lower back, pulling you to his side as he led you to the bedroom.

He set a fresh glass of ice water on the nightstand, before pulling back the covers and turning to guide you into the bed. You laid down slowly, trying to be gentle with your sore butt, finally settling on your side facing the edge of the bed. He brushed a lock of hair off your forehead, before turning to get himself ready for bed. You were almost asleep again by the time he came back from brushing his teeth and undressing. You gently stirred when you felt his weight shifting the mattress as he climbed in behind you. You smiled softly as you felt his arm snake around your waist, gently pulling you back to press into his warmth. He placed a kiss behind your ear, before settling down behind you, nuzzling into your hair. You fell asleep quickly, drifting into a deep, heavy slumber.

The next day

You sighed as you pulled into a parking space in the lot of the physical therapy office, shifting slightly in your seat, wincing at your still sore ass. Your mind wandered back to that morning, to waking up, still held gently in his arms, to him making you breakfast, eating together before you left for home and he left for work, parting ways with a “see you in a few hours.” You sighed heavily, slumping down in your seat, looking forward to seeing him again, but not to having to pretend you didn’t know each other as intimately as you do. You sighed again before finally grabbing your stuff and getting out of the car to head in.

The receptionist checked you in with a warm greeting as always, telling you they would be with you soon. You took your customary seat in the waiting area, pretending to be distracted by your phone, but really just anxiously waiting to see him again. Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the telltale jingling of his keys, signaling his approach. You tried to look nonchalant as he rounded the corner, smiling and calling your name.

You stood with a well hidden wince, then followed him into the back. He asked his customary “How are you doing?” With a slight smirk.

You mumbled an answer of “I’m good,” as you walked across the room together. One of the physical therapists met you at the table you’d be on today, your eyes widened slightly at the realization that they’d be right there as you were trying to hop onto the table to sit. You steeled yourself, before trying to casually but gently hop up. You failed at both, visibly wincing as your tender ass made contact with the table. The physical therapist looked at you with slight concern, asking if you were in extra pain today.

You stuttered trying to think of a response, trying to ignore the smirk on your secret lover's face, before finally saying “Uhh, yes, but not related to anything we’re working on here… I’m okay, nothing to worry about!” The look of mild concern didn’t leave her face, but she accepted your answer and turned away to work with another patient. You shot a quick glare at him, which only made his smirk widen. He held your gaze for a moment, before turning his attention to his computer, putting up his mask of professionalism, and launching into his routine questions on your issues since your last appointment.

As you went through your exercises that day, you struggled to stay focused, distracted by memories of last night and this morning, and by being in his presence again, so close but so far.

You pulled your phone out as you rode the elevator down to the first floor, smiling when you saw a text pop up from him. Your smile widened as you read it; “Can you come over tonight?” You quickly typed out a reply, stepping out of the now open elevator doors as you hit send.

“Yes, Sir.”

So there it is, hope you enjoyed! Also yes I know, physical therapy assistant is a very specific kinky fantasy subject, but it was inspired by my (now gone) real life crush, so… Hopefully someone else finds the concept hot.

Thanks for reading!

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