Grind Your Way Through

Your only answer to Davey is to turn the other way, presenting him with your round ass. You can practically hear the sneer on his face as he says, "That's more like it."

You've never given a lap dance before, so you're not really sure where to start. The boys snicker as you back up toward Davey, bending at the waist and supporting yourself with your hands on your knees as you try to twerk your massive ass the way you've seen women do in music videos-

*SLAP* You almost stumble forward as the first spank sends seismic shockwaves through your butt. "Ow!" you whine in a surprisingly high pitch squeal.

"I said dance, not this pussy shit. Like this-" And Davey's powerful hands close on your hips, thrusting you down on his lap. Immediately his cock navigates between your cheeks, only the fabric of his shorts and your tights stopping him from hotdogging you as you continue to throw it back against him.

"That's more like it, bitch." He spanks you again on the side, lighter this time, approving - and both sets of your cheeks burn as the embarrassment sinks in. You stare at the ground rather than look his horny gang in the face as you ride their leader-

You speed up, trying to get it over with sooner. "Shit, girl, you're a natural. Get some rhythm into it. Don't just bounce, shake." You comply, not even noticing that he called you a girl, just trying to placate him enough to go, to see the Doctor...

"Tell me how big it is."

You hesitate - that's not what you agreed on - and a third, hard spank stings against you for second guessing.

"Oh- it's so big, Davey."

"Not Davey. Girls like you don't get to use my name. Say it. Daddy." His boys howl in laughter at the suggestion and your face glows a heavy crimson in the shame. There's no way you're going to call him that, no way-

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Davey's heavy hands rain pain down against your soft, weak bottom once, twice, three times, punishing you until-

"OOOH, oooh, Daddy, it's so big, it's so big Daddy!" You cry out as you massage his cock with your ass, knowing this moment can't get worse, couldn't possibly get more humiliating-

And then Maxie walks in the front door.

You like eyes with the redhead and feel you stomach open into a depth of shame you didn't feel was possible, caught riding your bully's dick while wearing her clothes-

Without a word, you bolt past her out the door, tears welling in your eyes as the jackals behind you cackle with glee.

"Oh Doctor, it was-" Your hands shake as you take the drink from the Doctor's hand. The journey from your front door to his office was a blur, but now that you're here you feel safe, able to process what just happened. Dr. Carvigo towers over you as usual, the top of his manly chest unbuttoned and exposed after another long day (deeper that before, your eye notices). "It was just horrible. I'm so... ashamed. I was so weak, to let him do that to me... how can I possibly build confidence now?"

The Doctor rests a hand on your shoulder, and you immediately feel calmer as you swig back his drink. "To be sure, an upsetting experience. But you're here now, and we can work through it." You reach up and touch his hand out of gratitude, not noticing that way your fingers seem to instinctually intertwine with his, enjoying the protection you feel from his touch-

You feel your fanny pack shift, recalling you to your clothes. "And I was so excited to show off for you! Look!" You stand and twirl for him, making sure he can appreciate you from every angle.

"It suits you. Isn't that better? Don't you feel more confident?" You glow with his praise as you down the rest of your drink, starting to feel the anxiety of past events be buried in the warm blanket that overtakes your mind whenever you step into his presence.

"I do... but Doctor, I'm afraid they ruined it." You pout and lean against him, pawing at his hand again, wanting that same reassuring touch. You look up into his eyes as you play up your pitiful state. You want him to pity you, to help you, to tell you what to do. "Isn't there any way to fix it?"