Billy meets his sports psychologist

Over the next few days, Karen was as insufferable as ever. Using Billy as her personal ****, making him clean her house and suffer her mockery. She’d become extra bitchy too, ever since his knockout loss to his coach had led to him arriving late to serve her on that day. Not that the entitled woman knew the specifics of why he had been late. He wouldn’t dare give her that kind of ammunition.

Having to put up with Karen’s attitude somehow felt worse, now that he no longer had the safe haven of his boxing club, where he was the undisputed king - now that his own coach, his biggest supporter and advocate, had noticed him stumbling. Now that she had knocked him out. He had nowhere left where he could pretend he was still on top of it.

At home, Anna had noticed the change in Billy too - his sunken shoulders, his quieter, more passive attitude. He suffered no end of teasing from his nerdy little sister, as well. Jumping on the moment to squeeze some extra fun out of him.

“Wow, what HAPPENED to you, bro? Are you still on your losing streak?” Anna smirked. Drinking in the power she now held over her once-arrogant athlete of a big brother.

“F-Fuck off, Anna…” he mumbled, shuffling past her beaming face.

She loved seeing him like this. He could just tell.

It wasn’t long before Coach Lucy came to him, following up on their last conversation to update Billy. Lucy was hoping that a sports psychologist might help him overcome whatever was affecting his performance so harshly, and get him back on track.

“I found a good one for you,” Lucy told him with a proud smile. “Kiara Beaumont. She specializes in male athletes struggling mentally.”

“St-struggling?” Billy quietly asked under his breath, but he knew better than to try and dispute it. He was struggling. It just felt weird to hear it said out loud. Especially by his biggest advocate and supporter.

“She only deals with the best,” Coach Lucy assured him. “She came highly recommended from many other elite athletes. You’ll be in safe hands. She gets results. Good luck, Billy.”

The day after that, Billy found himself walking into Dr. Beaumont’s office. His arms were sore from cleaning Karen’s house, and he was feeling a little nervous. He wasn’t sure what to expect from this, but he just hoped he could make it fast. The less time he had to spend sitting in her office and getting his brain examined, the better.

Billy opened the door and peeked inside. Sitting at her desk was Kiara Beaumont, the psychologist that had been waiting to see him. She wore a clean white collared shirt, with a pair of elegant black glasses resting on her beautiful face. Vibrant, silky red hair spilled over her shoulders as she looked up and greeted Billy with a slight nod.

“Sit.”

A simple command. The kind even a dog can understand. Entering the room and closing the door behind himself, Billy nervously walked over to her desk. Pausing for a moment, he pulled back the chair and sat down awkwardly across from her.

Up close, he had a better chance to get a really good look at her. Kiara Beaumont was an older woman - maybe in her late 30’s - though she didn’t show much of it. The few lines her face had around the eyes only served to accentuate her maturity - and similarly, Billy couldn’t help but notice the way her chest stretched out that clean white top. Some of those buttons looked to be under quite a lot of stress. This was a mature woman indeed.

Her red hair was brightly-coloured, brighter than Billy had ever seen in person before - and shiny, too. It looked soft. Silky. She obviously took very good care of herself. Her skin was radiant and perfect.

The female psychologist wasn’t giving him her full attention just yet. Instead, she was non-chalantly looking at some papers on her desk. Shuffling them around, running her eyes across them briefly. Billy wasn’t sure if he was genuinely intruding on some work she needed to finish off, or if this was some kind of tactic to let him know who was in control. To show that he was working to her schedule, and not the other way around.

If there was one thing Billy had learned recently, it was that women like her often enjoyed feeling in control over strong young men like him. For an older academic woman like this, it must have been a joy to exercise power over such a physical specimen like Billy. Someone so obviously impatient, so well-muscled. Someone who could pick her up like she was nothing. She probably loved having someone like that under her thumb, sitting awkwardly and waiting on her word.

Great, Billy thought bitterly. I’m at the whims of another gorgeous bitch.

But maybe he was judging her too soon. Maybe he still had Karen on the brain. This might not be as bad as he was now worried it could be. Hoping to take his mind off of it, and maybe take away some of her power, Billy looked around, trying to come off as equally uninterested.

Dr. Beaumont’s office was neat, and perfectly organized. Tidy. The picture of order. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be found anywhere. A few perfectly-straightened posters hung from the walls, with generically cute little pictures and common messages of encouragement. Her PhD certification was framed neatly on the wall behind her desk. The room felt more like a sterile clinic than a cozy, homely office where one could relax. It was hard not to be on edge in here. And the silence was getting hard to ignore.

Billy turned his attention back to the busty redhead milf calmly moving through the various papers on her desk. Now he was curious what kind of person she was. Did she really prefer to work in such a… Cold, corporate-feeling office like this? Had she really helped a whole swathe of mentally-struggling, elite male athletes? How? And why did she choose to specialize in that way? Was it out of wanting to help, or wanting to play?

Billy wondered if such an intelligent academic woman like this might have had a lot in common with Anna, during her younger years. Similar attitudes, similar experiences. Maybe she even had an older brother of her own…?

His thoughts were interrupted as Dr. Beaumont suddenly spoke, finally breaking the odd tension which had grown in the room with a simple statement.

“So… I hear you’ve been getting knocked out recently.”

Billy’s face turned red. Such a simple sentence had already thrown him off kilter. He noticed how she didn’t even bother to look up from her desk, as the words left her mouth.

“Getting-!?” Billy balked. “I-It was just one time! Just one!” he held up a single finger to emphasize his point.

“SILENCE,” a sudden domineering command escaped the milfy psychologist’s lips as she lifted her head, scaring Billy into compliance. He sat back in his seat, shocked and silent. Seeing him obey so quickly, those same lips curled up into a pleased smile. He couldn’t help but notice her piercing green eyes.

“Good boy,” she said in a pleasing tone that did things to Billy. “I wasn’t done talking.”

“Y-Yes ma’am,” Billy just nodded, a chill running up his spine. What was he getting himself into here?

“Now…” the psychologist said, leaning back comfortably in her chair. “I know you’re some big shot champion in your little club, but that ego and attitude isn’t going to fly here. Do you understand? I’m in control. And if you want my help, you’re going to have to do things my way. Understood?”

Billy nodded, hesitantly. He had been right, Dr. Beaumont evidently had a dominant streak. It was probably necessary, to specialize in treating elite male athletes. There would be a lot of big egos to corral and get under control. A lot of arrogant, masculine dismissal of her profession she would have to break down. But did she have to enjoy it so much…?

“Is that understood?” she repeated, more sternly.

“Yes ma’am,” Billy nodded again.

“Goooood boyy~~” she purred, playfully, her stern tone melting away just like that. “See? There’s no need for pride or ego here. Just hand yourself over to me. Let go of your agency. Now, are you comfortable? I’d like to hear more about this knockout…”

She leaned forwards, elbows on the desk in a professionally interested pose. Waiting for him to reply. Billy couldn’t help but notice the way her large breasts rested on the desk…

“Yeah, well, I… I, uhh, I was…”

There was a pause. Then, Billy sighed. Well, it’s not like this one was some big secret. He may as well let it all out.

“I was sparring with my coach…” he began, woefully.

Billy went on to tell the whole tale. The way Coach Lucy had thought his performance was lacking lately, the way she had picked him apart during their brief match - and the way she had emphasized her point by landing a punch that had put him to sleep. Undeniably proving that he really wasn’t what he used to be, his coach had dropped him to the ground, ****. Unintentionally knocked out in the middle of his lesson.

“I see,” Dr. Beaumont nodded, scribbling down a small note on some paper. “And that was your first time going ****, correct?”

She asked the question without even looking up. Like it was the most casual thing to ask. No big deal, just making sure this boxing champion lost his KO virginity to his female coach. The one who hadn’t even intended to finish him like that.

Billy was about to reply with a simple “yes”, to go through the motions, but he hesitated. He paused for a moment, to really think.

Should he tell her?

Should he tell her about all of it? Getting knocked out by his mom, the way he’d been set up to lose to his sister, everything that Karen had been doing to him… Maybe Dr. Beaumont could actually solve his problem, if she was as good a psychologist as her reputation suggested. After all, this whole thing had started because of his repressed knockout fetish, long before it all got out of hand. Maybe she could actually… Wipe the slate clean, or something, if he just told her everything truthfully. Maybe she could help him get past this. She had come highly recommended, right? Maybe she’d even dealt with something like this before. Wrestlers that tap out for their mom, or quarterbacks that let themselves get tackled by the bitchiest, most smug, gloating cheerleaders, or something. Maybe she’d know just what to do.

But the fastest way out of here would be to just go through the motions and get this over with. Answer her questions with one-word answers, tell her it was just the one loss to his coach, and be done with it. Head home and never see this strange busty redheaded milf ever again. Maybe he could find his own way to solve his problems…

Opening up to her would be hard. Telling her the WHOLE truth. The way he’d actually let himself get knocked out by his mom to start his whole downfall. The way Karen was using him as her personal **** after knocking him out 100% legit, at the boxing seminar he was supposed to be teaching. But having someone else help him, a professional, might be worth it, if he could just put up with the shame of telling her…