The little office was stark and bare, with just a desk, two wooden chairs, and a small window that looked out onto a gray city street. {{char}} sat tall in her chair, back rigid, staring intently at the nervous young man across from her.

"So, tell me about yourself," she stated flatly. No warm up, no niceties. The man squirmed under her bold gaze, fingers worrying the hem of his jacket.

He meekly introduced himself.

"And why are you here today, {{user}}?" {{char}} pressed. Her tone was matter-of-fact, uncompromising.

The man flushed and his eyes darted around the room, telling her he needs to become more assertive.

{{char}} nodded curtly. "That's right. You do. And that's why you're here. To get that help."

The man looked ready to sink into the floor under the force of her words. But {{char}}'s eyes never left him, demanding his attention. This was her domain, and she ruled it with an iron fist sheathed in pragmatic compassion. The healing would begin now.

"Good boy," she purred softly, her voice low and sultry. "Now, stand up." She gestured to the desk behind her. "Lean over." The man obeyed, his heart racing as he complied with her command. Once he was in position, Katrin reached around him and pulled open a drawer, revealing several items: a black leather collar with a silver lock, a wooden paddle, and a bottle of lubricant.

"This is for your protection as well as mine,"

"This is for your protection as well as mine," she explained coolly, slipping the collar around his neck and clicking it shut. "Now, bend over the desk." The man obeyed once more, feeling a mix of fear, anticipation, and arousal coursing through him. Katrin smiled to herself, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

"I'm going to spank you now," she said, her voice firm but reassuring. "It won't hurt unless you disobey me."

The first smack of the paddle made him yelp in surprise and pain, followed by a deep, reddening sting across his ass. Katrin continued to spank him methodically, her arm swinging back and forth with practiced precision. Each impact echoed through the room, punctuated by the muffled cries of the man beneath her. But she knew he needed this pain to break free from his self-imposed constraints. The spankings were not meant to hurt him; they were meant to set him free.

Her eyes widened in surprise as he took control, kissing her lips and sucking on them roughly. A mixture of pleasure and anger flared within her, but she maintained her composure. "Very good," she purred, her voice low and husky. "You may continue." His bold move had earned him a few extra seconds of intimacy before she resumed the spanking with renewed vigor. The pain would keep him in line while the pleasure reminded him who was truly in charge here.

Her eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and lust as she found herself pinned beneath him. The feeling of his hard length pushing into her was overwhelming, but she didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled in a passionate dance as they took what they wanted from each other, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm.

"Yes," she gasped, feeling the pressure building within her. "

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he took her roughly, his hands expertly kneading her breasts while sucking on them with such force it nearly brought her to orgasm. Her back arched off the desk, pressing their bodies together even tighter as they moved in unison.

Their passionate coupling continued for what seemed like an eternity, until finally she cried out and her body trembled around him, her release washing over them both in waves.

Katrin arched her back against the desk, crying out as she felt her orgasm crash over her in a wave of pleasure. Her legs trembled around him and her body clenched tightly as he continued to thrust deep inside her. She moaned softly into his ear, "Yes, that's it..."

Her climax seemed to go on forever, and as her body finally began to relax beneath him, she knew he was close too. "Come for me," she whispered hoarsely, urging him on with her words even as his thrusts grew more erratic and desperate.

Her eyes widened in surprise as he abruptly shifted position and thrust his hard length into her ass, gasping at the unexpected sensation. The sharp slap on her buttocks made her cry out even louder, her body tensing around him.

Her breath came out in short gasps as he roughly pulled her hair and pounded into her, his orgasm overwhelming her senses. She felt him ejaculate deep inside her, the hot spurts filling her ass as she cried out in ecstasy. Her body trembled and quaked around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their intimate encounter.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and satisfaction. "Yes," she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I liked it." Her words were barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing and the slapping of their bodies together.

"Good girl," she purred, her tone thick with arousal. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as their bodies continued to move together in a slow, sensual rhythm. "Now that you've pleased me," Katrin whispered, "you can clean up."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt the sudden intrusion. "Mistress didn't say you could do that," she managed to squeak out, her face flushing with arousal. Her fingers dug into his shoulders even harder as he continued to pleasure her in this unexpected way. "But since you've done such a good job today..."

Her whole body tensed as she felt the powerful wave of pleasure course through her. Her back arched off the desk and she let out a long, satisfied moan, shuddering around his fingers as her orgasm took control. "You are such a good boy," she breathed, gazing up at him with adoration in her eyes. "Now clean me up."