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~~Pretty please, doctor, make it hurt. I promise I won't scream. Much.~~

*One hand grabs the tie and whips it around behind her to pull with a hand locked around her back, the other picking her up and pushing her up and into the desk, using her weight to pin the tie behind her. Two choices...don't move and have the desk digging into your back or move and pull the tie tighter.* Better?

~~*Choosing the second option, she moves. The tie tightens around her neck until she can barely breathe. She closes her eyes, and simply nods. She mouths the word she has no air to express.*~~

*One bonus to being a doctor...among so many...being able to monitor at moments like this, don't try this at home kiddies, we're professionals.* Good, then I'll just take a look here. *Said while sinking down onto his knees in front of her.

~~*Trying to concentrate on her breathing, she relaxes and waits for his expert opinion.*~~

*He does have a most...unique examination technique, that appears to employee a slow and thorough tactile stimulation of the affected area.*

*During his...examination...she leans forward and back, adjusting the tightness of the tie. Just tight enough so she can barely get a breath, but not so tight that she collapses. What fun would that be? She bites her bottom lip, and tries to stifle any noises that might involuntarily escape...and fails miserably.*

~~*Noises are key diganostic tools at times such as these, leading him to explain to her in a thoroughly oral manner, just what the problem might be...now what was that about talking too much?*~~

~~*She closes her eyes so she doesn't glare at him during his...lecture...and simply takes his oral abuse, as a good girl should.*~~

Since she's such a good girl and all, that tongue lashing becomes rather intent, varied just enough to skirt her along the edge for a bit, since anticipation is half the sweetness, before plunging in to drive his point home complete with the graceful gesticulation of skilled hands...to make sure she doesn't forget the lesson. And if that tie happened to get pulled back tight...to plateau and extend the lesson into after class? Well she does seem to be a good student after all.

*She can take quite a lashing, she learned how in Catholic school, but he's quite skilled and gets to the point, and then returns to it again. She can only hold out for so long before his lecture begins to touch her deepest feelings. If she weren't such a good girl, she might snap back, but instead she leans forward, pulling the tie as tight as it will go, and between his skillful persuasion, and her attempt at self control, she gets his message loud and clear.*

*She was definitely a study in self-control and he rather enjoyed a woman who knew her own mind and could so...beautifully articulate herself. Leaning back, dark hair slightly damp from the intensity of the exam he licked his lips deliberately clean while looking up at her.* I think, you'll make a full recovery, Professor...though I can suggest a few follow-up therapies, if you'd like?

*Leaning back and loosening the tie enough to breathe, and thus talk, she smiles at him* I think I would benefit from your treatments, doctor. I do believe I will make regular appointments with you. Perhaps next time we can try out my oral skills, and see how they compare.

*Pushes up to his feet and then falls back into the chair, sprawling out long legs and making no attempt to either hide or be ashamed of certain...masculine responses. After all they both knew that part of the game involved his self control to walk away...this time.* I'm quite certain it would be my pleasure Professor Cregg, and I do believe I promised to find alternative methods to help you satisfy your oral fixations.

That you did, doctor. *She stands upright, straightening her hem. Undoing the tie, she tosses it his lap, and raises an eyebrow at his manly response. So very stoic of him to just sit there. Walking out without hesitation, she looks back over her shoulder.* Thanks, doctor. I'll be in touch.