Clara struggled and moaned as The Doctor's strong grip on her hair tightened, pulling her into the Tardis bedroom. She giggled, trying to hide her arousal as she stumbled in front of him. The Doctor slammed the door behind them, locking it with a click.
Her wrists were bound behind her back by handcuffs. Her heart raced as she glanced over her shoulder. The Doctor's face was stern and serious. He was determined. His gaze was focused on the bed. Clara's stomach churned with anxiety. She wondered what the Doctor had planned for her. She bit her lip in anticipation as he shoved her onto the bed.
Clara landed on the bed with a thud. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She glanced around the room, but the Doctor had already turned away. She watched as he reached for something on the table. Her eyes widened as she saw it was a leather strap. She swallowed hard.
The Doctor turned back to her, his eyes blazing with determination. He approached the bed, leather strap in hand. Clara's heart raced as he climbed onto the bed, straddling her. She felt the weight of him on her, and she shivered with anticipation.
The Doctor grabbed Clara's hair, pulling her head back. She cried out as he slapped her across the face. She felt the sting of his hand on her cheek, and she whimpered. She knew what was coming next. She braced herself for the pain.
The Doctor raised the leather strap, bringing it down on Clara's back with a loud crack. She cried out, feeling the sting of the leather on her skin. He continued to hit her, over and over again, until her back was raw and red. She struggled against the handcuffs, trying to escape the pain, but there was no escape.
The Doctor finally stopped, dropping the leather strap onto the bed. Clara lay there, panting and sweating, her back on fire. She felt the Doctor's hand on her back, soothing the sting. She sighed with relief, feeling the pain begin to subside.
She could feel the cold metal of the handcuffs dug into her wrists as The Doctor tore her clothes off her. She gasped as he spanked her, his hand coming down hard on her round arse. Clara bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan. The Doctor continued to spank her, his hand coming down harder and harder. Clara's skin started to sting again, but she didn't try to escape. She liked the pain, the way it made her feel alive.
The Doctor's hands gripped Clara's hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh, causing her to wince slightly. She loved the way he took control, the way his gaze darkened with lust, the way his hands roamed over her body as if it was his to own. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, not really, but the thought of being at his mercy was enough to make her heart race and her pussy wet.
The Doctor's eyes trailed over Clara's body, taking in the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. He could see the goosebumps on her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. He loved the way she looked at him, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. He knew she liked to play games, but he also knew she loved being punished.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her collarbone. Clara shivered, her heart skipping a beat. She loved it when he complimented her, when he made her feel wanted and desired.
The Doctor's hands moved to Clara's breasts, cupping them gently before pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Clara gasped, her back arching off the bed. She loved the way it felt when he touched her like this, when he made her body sing with pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. Clara nodded, unable to form words. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he made her body respond to his touch.
The Doctor's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Clara's waist. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, could smell the arousal that saturated the air. He knew she was wet, knew she was ready for him.
"Please," Clara whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. The Doctor smiled, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Please what?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. Clara bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Please fuck me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The Doctor's smile widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Your wish is my command."
She moaned out deeply as he slid his cock inside her. It was a tight fit, his throbbing erection pushing at her walls as he rocked back and forth. He quickly picked up the pace, soon slamming down into her over and over.
The Doctor then reached up and pulled on Clara's hair, causing her to gasp. He began to thrust harder and faster, his cock slamming into Clara's pussy. Clara felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge again.
Finally, Clara came, her body shaking with pleasure. The Doctor followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside of Clara. They both collapsed, their bodies spent. He pushed her hair out of her eyes and cupped her flushed red cheeks to kiss her. "That's what you get for misbehaving, Miss Oswald," he growled with a grin. "Much better than detention," she breathed out as he kissed her.