Author's Notes: I suspect this might not be to everyone's taste but I've tried to do something a bit different. Ipthis is written in first person (a first for me) from the perspective of Amy Pond. The idea is that this isn't actually the Doctor having sex with her. It's a dream. This is Amy explaining her desires and lusts. It's the kind of thing the Dream Lord would have found in her head. There is potential for this to be a series if people like it so please let me know what you think and what you think Amy would want from her raggedy Doctor.

I've never seen him like this. The Doctor. My raggedy Doctor. And yet if I look into his eyes now, I won't recognise him. Because those eyes are hungry. And I am his prey.

My name is Amy Pond. I'm the girl who waited. The Scottish redheaded kissogram every man dreams of. Every man except one. The man I dream about.

I don't know why, and I don't care. All that matters is now, and how. I'm dressed as a police woman again. No, wait, I was. Now only half. The bottom half. The hat is on the edge of the TARDIS console. The rest is scattered across the floor, even the tights and the shoes. My skirt is all that remains, clinging to my firm round buttocks and my long smooth legs. Beneath that a tight pair of panties waits, and a bra is still strapped to my chest. My breasts heave though, as if desperate to escape, and the skirt has ridden far up my thighs. None of that matters though. What matters is that I am bent over my Doctor's lap, ass in the air, as he spanks me. Hard.

My body shakes with the impact. The palm of his hand crashes into my right buttock. I bite down on my lip to try and stop a scream. He spanks me again, harder, on the other cheek. To cope with the sudden jolt of my pain, my body shifts, adjusting its weight. I feel his erection grow.

With each slap he gets harder, more forceful. He loves it when my body writhes. He loves making me squirm. Each time I am rewarded with another smack. And each one is harder than the last.

When the spanking stops I am left trembling. His hand rests silently on my butt still, his thumb moving slowly in a tiny circle. I feel him grasp my rear, squeezing tightly. His nails starting to dig in to the soft flesh. Then his grip is on those panties, yanking them down from beneath my skirt. I swallow hard. He spanks harder.

My ass now shines as red as my hair and I fear by morning it will have bruised. Then I start to fear it will not. His hand removes that fear. Then his grip is gone. I fall. No longer do I lie helpless across his lap, instead I find myself on the cold hard floor. A second passes. Then I feel his grip once more.

His fist is tangled in my orange hair, yanking upwards. I push myself onto all fours. He does not release his grip. "Doctor..." I moan. I hear the sound of a zip from behind me. I am the girl who waited. Waited for this.

He tugs on my hair and my head is pulled back, facing up, my neck stretched as far as it can go. My lips break apart to release an almost inaudible noise of pleasure as I feel his tongue scrape along my ass. Then he spreads my cheeks apart, and I whimper, feeling the hard tip of his penis pressing against my rear.

I am Amy Pond. I am the woman every man desires. Some have had the privilege of experiencing me. Tasting me. Using me. I am not a virgin. Far from it. But no man has ever taken my ass before, I've never let them. Because I've been saving it for him to take. And tonight he takes what he wants. What I want.

Anal doesn't feel like I expected it to. Or maybe it does. Expectation melts away in the moment, it hurts. A consequence of the spanking and so much more. He thrusts forwards. My body shrieks. He slams into me again. My body shakes. I feel his finger tracing a line along my spine. I feel my bra snapped and fall away. I feel his breath on the back of my neck. I feel his voice, in my head or out loud, it doesn't matter: "like a fairy tale..."

Then he's pounding into me again, no mercy. That stupid grin probably spread across his face. I would grin, but each time I try his cock finds its way a little bit deeper into my rear, and my face contorts into an o. I want to scream. I want to laugh. I want to beg. I want to call to him. But I don't have the air. He is fucking me too good.

It took all my strength to hold myself up on all fours, but now it fails me and I collapse onto my stomach. He presses his advantage, moving onto me, drilling further into my ass. His mouth presses to the back of my neck. His lips shower my shoulders with affection. His tongue claims my spine as its own. All I can do is flail my limbs wildly.

My arms try to rise. Try to reach back. Try to hold him. They have no strength. They clamp to the floor. My legs find the strength. They rise off the floor, kicking into the air. I have lost control of them. He finds it, pinning them down, his hands start to stroke the soft pale flesh. His fingers tease my inner thighs. Then he leaves palm prints on the back of them as he did my butt. My legs' resistance.

He spins me around to face him and I can clearly see the expression on his face. No grin. His deadly serious as his hands rest firmly on my breasts, as his thumb and finger tightly grip the nipples, as he tugs, and twists and presses down again. The mounds on my chest have become putty in his hands. Only one part of my body remains unclaimed. I brace myself.

His finger goes first, sliding easily into my pussy. He goes as deep as he can with one finger, then two, and then to my astonishment three. And then he stretches my walls and forces in four. I gasp, barely able to breathe as I gulp in air. My body convulses and for a second I see that grin on his face. He has found another way to make me squirm for him.

I lay there for a minute. His fingers have withdrawn. He is waiting. It is his turn. "My Doctor," I breathe out. He leans down and whispers in my ear. The three words I have been waiting for. And with that said he doesn't tease my clit anymore, or stretch my walls, or spread my legs any further. He simply thrusts into my vagina and fucks me.

He doesn't do slow. He doesn't so gentle. He is hard and he is fast. He screws me with everything he has got, and it is everything I ever wanted. He is truly my Doctor tonight. And I am his girl. Those 3 words. You are mine.