The engine hummed softly as the car glided across the smooth highway, the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows over the road. The air inside the car was thick with unspoken tension. It made Dr Udvit Narayanan’s fingers tighten ever so slightly on the steering wheel.
He glanced at Arshitha, who sat curled up in the passenger seat, her face a mask of quiet seriousness. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she absentmindedly twirled a strand around her finger. Her eyes fixed on the passing scenery.
Udvit cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, what’s on your mind, Arshi? You know you can tell me anything.” His voice was calm, with the practised reassurance. He had spent decades putting others at ease.
But this time, it felt different. This wasn’t just another patient consultation or a casual chat with Ashok’s little girl. Something was gnawing at her, something she couldn’t bring herself to say in front of her parents.
Arshitha hesitated, her lips parting slightly before she closed them again. She turned to look at him. Her dark eyes searched his face for reassurance, perhaps, or permission. “Uncle…” she began, her voice trembling faintly, “I think I need help. With… with something.”
Udvit nodded slowly, keeping his gaze steady on the road ahead. “Of course, Arshi. Whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone. Just tell me what’s going on.”
She took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “It’s… it’s hypersexuality,” she finally admitted. The word tumbled out in a rush, like a dam breaking. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she looked away, unable to meet his eyes.
Udvit blinked, momentarily stunned. Out of all the possibilities he had braced himself for—cancer, pregnancy, STDs—this wasn’t one of them. He quickly composed himself, his professional instincts kicking in.
“Alright,” he said gently, his tone nonjudgmental. “Hypersexuality is a real condition, Arshi. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. But I need you to tell me more. When did this start? How has it been affecting you?”
Arshitha bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the edge of her seat. “For… for a while now,” she confessed. “At first, I thought it was just hormones, you know? Like everyone goes through phases. But it’s not stopping, Uncle. It’s getting worse. I can’t focus on anything else. I feel like I’m losing control.”
Udvit’s mind raced, processing her words. He knew hypersexuality could stem from a variety of causes—psychological triggers, hormonal imbalances, even certain medications. However, understanding the root cause would take time. And right now, Arshitha needs comfort more than clinical analysis.
“Thank you for telling me,” he said softly, reaching over to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’re not alone in this, Arshi. We’ll figure it out together, alright?”
She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. But then, something shifted in her expression. The vulnerability gave way to something darker, something hungry. She turned to him fully, her gaze suddenly sharp and intense.
“Uncle… I need more than just words,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. “I need someone to show me how to control it. Someone… strong.”
Udvit froze, his hand still resting on her shoulder. He felt the temperature in the car rise by several degrees, the air between them crackling with an electric charge.
“Arshi…” he began, his voice cautious but tinged with something he couldn’t quite name. “What are you saying?”
She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “I’m saying I trust you, Uncle. More than anyone else. And I think… I think you can help me. If you want to.”
His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of alarm and something else—something he hadn’t felt in years. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, the tyres crunching against gravel. For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air.
“Arshi, this isn’t…” he started, but she cut him off, her hand sliding over his thigh.
“Please, Uncle,” she pleaded, her eyes burning with desperation. “I can’t keep fighting it anymore. I need someone to take control. To make me feel something other than this… this endless hunger.”
Udvit’s breath hitched as her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along his leg. He knew he should stop her, should pull away and remind her of the boundaries they both needed to respect.
But the electricity in her touch and the raw need in her voice was intoxicating. Dangerous.
“Is this really what you want?” he asked, his voice low and rough. His resolve was crumbling, piece by piece, under the heat of her gaze.
Arshitha didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, almost innocent. But then she deepened it, her tongue flicking against his mouth as her hands tangled in his hair.
He groaned, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as if it could anchor him to reality. But it was no use. The fire she had ignited was spreading too fast, consuming every shred of restraint he had left. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until she was practically straddling him in the driver’s seat.
“Arshi…” he gasped, breaking the kiss long enough to catch his breath. “We shouldn’t…”
But she silenced him with another kiss, her hips grinding against his lap in a way that made him see stars. “Don’t think, Uncle,” she murmured against his lips. “Just feel.”
And just like that, the last thread of his resistance snapped…
Udvit’s voice was strained, his breath ragged as he pulled back from the kiss, his hands gripping her waist tightly. “Stop… Arshi,” he said, his voice low but firm. “We need to stop right now.”
Arshitha pouted, her lips swollen from their heated exchange, and tried to lean in again. But Udvit placed a hand on her chest, gently pushing her back into her seat. “Not here,” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Let’s go back to your house.”
She stared at him, her dark eyes filled with defiance and desperation. “Why?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t you want me, Uncle? Don’t you feel how much I need this?”
He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply. Of course, he wanted her. The way her body had pressed against his, the way her lips had demanded every ounce of his attention—it had awakened something primal in him.
But the rational part of his mind, trained to think before acting, was screaming at him to pump the brakes.
“This isn’t about what I want,” he said finally, opening his eyes to meet hers. “You’re vulnerable right now, Arshi. You’re not thinking clearly. Let’s go home.”
Reluctantly, she nodded, slumping back into her seat. The drive back was tense, the air thick with unspoken desires and simmering tension between them. When they reached her house, Udvit took a deep breath, steadying himself before stepping out of the car.
Ashok greeted them at the door, his brow furrowed with concern. “Everything alright?” he asked, glancing between his daughter and his oldest friend.
Udvit forced a reassuring smile. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Arshi’s just been feeling a bit down lately. I think she might be dealing with some mild depression.”
He placed a hand on Ashok’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I told her to come by my place tomorrow evening. We’ll talk more then. Don’t worry, dude. I’ve got this.”
Ashok’s shoulders relaxed slightly, and he nodded. “Thanks, man. I knew I could count on you.”
The next evening, Arshitha arrived at Udvit’s home promptly at six. He ushered her inside, locking the door behind her quietly. The sound seemed to echo in the house’s silence, heightening the tension between them.
“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the couch. His tone was calm but authoritative, and Arshitha obeyed without hesitation. She perched on the edge of the cushion, her legs crossed nervously, her fingers twisting in her lap.
Udvit stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Tell me, Arshi,” he began, his voice steady, “what exactly are you struggling with? Be honest with me.”
She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I… I don’t know how to control it,” she admitted softly. “It’s like this hunger, this need that never goes away. No matter what I do, it’s always there, consuming me.”
He nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “And how have you been coping with it?”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away. “I’ve… I’ve been sleeping around,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Random guys. Sometimes girls. It doesn’t matter who, as long as they can give me what I need.”
Udvit’s jaw tightened, but he kept his composure. “How many partners have you had?” he asked, his tone clinical now.
Arshitha winced at the question, her discomfort palpable. “I… I don’t know. Ten? Fifteen? I stopped counting after a while.”
He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Arshi, this kind of behavior is dangerous. Not just physically but emotionally too. You’re putting yourself at risk, and it needs to stop.”
She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “But how? How do I make it stop?”
For a moment, Udvit didn’t respond. Then, moving with deliberate purpose, he stepped closer, standing directly in front of her. “Sometimes,” he said quietly, “the only way to regain control is to relinquish it first.”
Before she could process his words, he grasped her arm and pulled her to her feet. In one swift motion, he bent her over the arm of the couch, her upper body pressed against the cushions. Arshitha gasped, her heart pounding as she felt his hand land firmly on her ass with a sharp smack.
She cried out, more from surprise than pain, and squirmed under his grip. But Udvit held her firmly in place, his other hand resting on the small of her back. “Stay still,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “This is for your good.”
Another spank landed, harder this time, and she whimpered, biting her lip to stifle the sound. “Do you understand what you’ve been doing to yourself?” he asked, punctuating each word with another strike. “Putting yourself in danger. Risking your health. Your future.”
Tears welled in Arshitha’s eyes, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she found herself arching into his touch, her body responding in ways she hadn’t expected. The sting of his hand on her skin was almost… satisfying. It grounded her, focused her in a way nothing else had.
“Do you trust me, Arshi?” Udvit asked, his voice softer now. He paused, waiting for her response.
She nodded hurriedly, her breathing uneven. “Yes, Uncle…”
“Good,” he murmured. Then, leaning down so his lips were close to her ear, he added, “Because if you want to learn control, you’re going to have to surrender to me completely. Do you think you can do that?”
A shiver ran down her spine, and she moaned softly. “Yes…”
His hand caressed her reddened skin, the gentleness of the gesture contrasting sharply with the harshness of the spanking. “Then listen carefully,” he said, his tone firm again.
“From now on, you will come to me when these urges become too much. You will obey me without question. And if you do, I’ll help you find the balance you want. Do you agree?”
Arshitha swallowed hard, her mind racing. But deep down, she knew this was what she needed. Someone to take charge. Someone to guide her. “I agree,” she whispered.
Udvit straightened, releasing her from his grasp. She stood slowly, her legs shaky, and turned to face him. There was a new intensity in his gaze, a hunger that mirrored her own. But unlike hers, his desire was controlled. Measured.
He reached out, cupping her chin in his hand and tilting her face up to meet his. “Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip. “Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions…”
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