Report to the Headmaster!
In her previous story about Doctor Love's Practice, Natalie shared her concerns about her naughty school girl fantasies and her initial counselling. The charming Doctor Love's proposal of sexual therapy was too tempting for the young teacher. Natalie returns for a follow-up session to fulfil her fantasies and discovers more Practice surprises.
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It was an exciting consequence that the Practice was the lovely building I'd been admiring as I walked between my apartment and Asquith Ladies College in Queen's Parade. I've been teaching science and maths for almost a year and still consider myself fortunate to gain the position at such a prestigious school for girls. I'd moved to the city to take up the position and discovered the Practice when looking for a new doctor. I couldn't resist the opportunity to see inside the building after contacting the Practice Manager.
Maddisyn's lovely and provided a tour a few weeks ago, explaining the facilities and services. The women are known as Guests and I've had two sessions with Doctor Love. I soon realised it wasn't your usual medical clinic. I'm about to have another session as I walked through the lovely gardens opposite the Practice on the way home from school.
Most people wouldn't realise it's a clinic for women. The Practice is a two-story terrace house on Park Crescent, well-known for its beautiful old buildings and spectacular park views. I loved the ornate aspects of the building but the interior of the Practice just took my breath away. The period features were amazing and beautifully restored. Every room is furnished with lovely period furniture and furnishings. No wonder it's expensive and exclusive, catering to discerning women who could afford such luxury.
I needed to discuss something bothering me, particularly being a teacher. Keeping my uniform when I finished school seemed innocent enough, wearing it when I'm in the mood for some intimate fun. Fantasising about being a naughty school girl and for personal self-pleasure is my little secret.
Nobody had seen me in the uniform. Not even Brent, my new boyfriend. I was worried about what he would think and I'd just die talking to Doctor Jefferies about it! He'd been our family doctor for as long as I can remember.
I had so many questions for Doctor Love and was relieved to hear I was normal. Apparently, fantasies and dressing up aren't that uncommon! I was also pleased how charming my new doctor was. Excited actually, he's quite handsome and distinguished looking for a man old enough to be my father. I could imagine Doctor Love as a headmaster of a private school. He has that air of authority and position about him. The naughty comparison adding to my interest and a new fantasy or two.
Our last session was more than interesting! I took my school uniform as we were going to discuss my fantasies, only at the last-minute thinking of wearing it to the session. I changed into the uniform and felt like a naughty school girl, hiding from Maddisyn and sneaking into Doctor Love's suite. I still get goose bumps recalling his reaction when I walked in, his eyes sweeping down my body and that gorgeous smile filling his face.
I just couldn't help myself, excitedly describing my fantasies to my new charming doctor and sharing my most intimate and erotic desires. I was literally dripping with need by the time I shared a couple of my favourites. I couldn't resist teasing Doctor Love with another, my current favourite I'd only had since meeting him.
It was about a distinguished looking headmaster who had a wicked way of dealing with naughty girls. I knew he would make the connection. I was surprised how exciting it felt. I was so horny and practically begged him for sex after describing the fantasy. It just popped out of my mouth! But it felt so wickedly good.
I knew it wasn't your normal doctor-patient relationship. My suspicions were confirmed when he proposed sexual therapy. It was wrong but there's something wildly exciting about acting out my fantasy with Doctor Love. I didn't care that he was my doctor or what was ethical and the consequences. All I wanted was to share my fantasy with someone. Who better to satisfy a woman than a sex therapist? I knew it wouldn't be Brent. I've been in a dull state of arousal while waiting for today's session!
I rang the doorbell and Maddisyn soon answered. 'Hello Natalie,' greeting me with her lovely smile you couldn't help but return.
Maddisyn's an attractive brunette in her mid-20s and only a couple of years younger than me. She's so elegant and always stylishly dressed. I always looked forward to seeing her and we're getting on well. I'm sure she made all the Guests welcome. Maddisyn has a gentle and angelic nature, almost spiritual, that seemed so appropriate in the peaceful and warm ambiance of the Practice. It was that sort of place.
'Would you like any refreshments?' She softly offered as we made our way into the Sitting Room.
I felt more adventurous than the tea and slice I had last time. 'May I have a white wine please?' I asked sitting on one of the two luxurious couches.
The Sitting Room is such a gorgeous room for relaxing before an appointment. Hardly a waiting room, nothing about the Practice reminds you of a medical clinic. The period furniture and furnishings are beautiful. A white marble fireplace is a feature where Guests can sit and enjoy a coffee or glass of wine on the comfortable couches.
Maddisyn soon returned with the wine and a selection of cheese and fruit. 'I thought you might like something with the wine,' she smiled.
'Thank you. It looks lovely!' I exclaimed, enjoying being a Guest.
It felt so surreal, sitting in such an elegant room and enjoying the wine before sharing a fantasy with Doctor Love. I felt my arousal steadily increasing as I thought about it. It's a little naughty going to the Practice for sex but that's part of the attraction. How could I pass up a little discreet fun with the enchanting Doctor Love? It was sexual therapy after all, wasn't it? The session was to be my living fantasy and fulfil a need I'd only dreamt about.
I picked up my carry-bag and started to make my way to the Guest Lounge and glanced at Maddisyn. 'I'll use the Lounge, and then go through to Doctor Love.'
'Natalie, I have something for you to take with you,' she mentioned.
I went by her desk and Maddisyn handed me a folded piece of paper. 'You can read it if you like,' she smiled.
'Thank you,' returning her smile and I started to unfold it as I went to the Lounge.
My heart started to pound in my chest and my mouth felt suddenly dry as I read, stopping me in my tracks. It was a teacher's note asking me to report to the Headmaster! It advised him that I'd been disruptive in class and told the teacher that it was because I was horny and needed sex. I couldn't believe what was unfolding. It was my favourite fantasy! The one I'd described to Doctor Love last session.
I turned and looked at Maddisyn realising what she knew. 'Hurry up. Don't keep the Headmaster waiting naughty girl!' She scolded in such an un-Maddisyn like tone of voice, followed by a knowing smile.
My mind was confused. It was weird but also sexually arousing at the thought of Maddisyn knowing. What happened to the quiet and innocent woman I thought she was? The Practice was full of surprises and proving even more intriguing. Trembling with a mixture of nerves, excitement and arousal at what was happening, I continued to the Lounge to change into a naughty school girl. Then a wicked thought occurred. Two can play that game.
I stopped at the door and turned towards Maddisyn. 'I might need help with my uniform Miss,' I ventured with a cheeky childish expression.
'I'll give you a few minutes and come in,' she replied with a generous smile of approval.
The Lounge is where Guests prepare for Doctor Love's session. Taking a deep breath, I tried to settle my wildly beating heart before stripping down to my white lace panties and bra. I changed into my school outfit and checked myself out in the dressing table mirror. I smiled seeing my breasts heaving in a tight school blouse with every rapid breath and long and shapely legs framed between tall white socks and flimsy pleated school skirt.
