Author's Notes: I promised you Clara tied up so here I am to deliver. I promise I have an awful lot of Clara in bondage stories lined up for the future. This is my first Eleven/Clara for the collection but I have some more in progress to come and some Twelve/Clara. I hope this whets the appetite for more.

Clara gasped as she felt something constrict around her wrists. The Doctor, in the middle of another long-winded explanation, had suddenly pulled out a thin reel of rope and was binding her with it without warning. She squeaked as he tied the knot to keep her wrists held together behind her back.

She cried out as he whipped her legs out from underneath her and lowered her to the ground. The rope was quickly laced around her ankles too. "Doctor!" She finally managed to protest though she was cut off as he slapped her thigh. Then he reached into his pocket, mumbling about 'it' being there somewhere. Her eyes widened as he pulled out a bright red ball gag. She gulped as he stuffed the gag into her gag into her mouth, fastening it tightly.

She could feel the panic rising in her chest as she looked at him, her dark eyes wide with fear. He just smiled at her, his youthful face creased with amusement.

"Don't worry, Clara," he said, straightening his bowtie. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Clara tried to protest, but the gag muffled her words. She struggled against the ropes, but they were tied too tightly. She was completely at the Doctor's mercy.

The Doctor walked over to her, chuckling lightly. He looked down at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I know what you're thinking, Clara," he said. "You're thinking that this is crazy, that I've finally lost it. But trust me, this is all part of the plan." He crouched down to her with a grin, his black fringe poking at her eyes as he leaned in. "I needed to show you this is so much more than just a snog box somehow."

Clara didn't know what to think. She trusted the Doctor, but this was something else entirely. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her body as he reached out and gently touched her cheek.

The Doctor's fingers were soft and warm against her skin. He traced them down her neck, and then down her chest, stopping just above her breasts. Clara could feel her heart racing as he looked at her, his eyes filled with desire.

Slowly, the Doctor reached under Clara's shirt and began to stroke her breasts. She moaned as he touched her, her nipples hardening under his fingers. She couldn't help but give in to the pleasure, her body responding to his touch.

The Doctor continued to touch her, his fingers exploring every inch of her body. He reached under her skirt and played with her pussy, making her wet with desire. Clara could feel herself getting more and more agitated, her body trembling with pleasure.

Suddenly, the Doctor stopped. Clara looked up at him, her eyes pleading for more. But the Doctor just smiled and shook his head. Clara didn't know what to think. She was still tied up and gagged, completely at the Doctor's mercy. She could feel her body aching for release, but the Doctor seemed to have other ideas.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather paddle. Clara's eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do. She swallowed as he roughly rolled her onto her front and her whole body tensed up as he roughly forced her skirt up as far as it would go, exposing her little round arse.

The Doctor raised the paddle. Clara could feel her heart racing as she waited for the first it came, it was sharp and stinging. Clara cried out, the sound muffled by the gag. But the pain quickly turned to pleasure as the Doctor continued to spank her.

Clara could feel her now almost uncontrollable arousal grow with each blow. She was moaning and writhing, her body begging for release.

Finally, the Doctor stopped. Clara looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. She could see the bulge in his pants, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

The Doctor reached down and untied Clara's wrists and ankles. She was free, but she didn't move. She was still too caught up in the pleasure of the moment. The Doctor reached down and pulled off the gag. Clara took a deep breath, her chest heaving with desire.

"Fuck me, Doctor," she said, her voice husky with desire.

The Doctor didn't need to be asked twice. He reached down and pulled off his pants, revealing his hard cock. Clara couldn't help but stare at it, her mouth watering with desire.

He climbed on top of her, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. Clara moaned as she felt him enter her, filling her up with his hard length.

The Doctor began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Clara could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust. She moaned, her body begging for release as it thrashed wildly beneath him.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She came hard, her body shaking with pleasure. The Doctor followed soon after, his cock throbbing as he erupted inside her hot tight pussy.
They lay there, panting and exhausted, for a few moments. Clara looked up at the Doctor, catching her breath. "Thank you, Doctor," she said, her voice soft, "I understand now." The Doctor just smiled and kissed her forehead.