Chapter One: Happy Anniversary Doctor
The Doctor looked over his notes, a Sonic screwdriver in his hand. He tapped it against the table, his eyebrows knit in concentration. Time lines were so utterly confusing; even with all of his experience it was hard to keep everything straight. His most recent adventure to old England where the Beatles had somehow popped up left him with many questions.
How did they get there?
Why did the Queen want to throw them in her dungeon?
And most importantly, why do we all live in a yellow submarine?
He placed his sonic screwdriver into his mouth as he picked another handful of notes. Maybe if he factored in the likelihood of fan girls, this would make some sense but---
“Sweetie, do you know if we have any fresh fruit?”
“Of course dear, we bought some cherries just yesterday,” The Doctor managed to say as he turned to look at his wife. “Why do you----“
The Doctor opened his mouth wide, causing the time implement to fall to the ground. Standing across the way near the kitchen was his wife, Ditzy. Now this wasn’t such a strange occurrence seeing as how they lived in the same house. What she was wearing, however, was causing him to stare.
She wore a short, tight blouse that was opened and revealed her bra. She had a short, plaid skirt, complete with matching knee socks. Leaning against the door frame, she had that sultry look that made his knees week. The papers fell out of his hands as he continued starring. Of course, she was pretending she didn’t know what going on.
“Something wrong honey?” She asked.
“N—no. Just trying to figure some things out.” He managed.
“Okay.”
She gave him one last grin before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving the Doctor hot and bothered. It was amazing. They had been together for years and married for one. How was it she was still able to excite him so easily? Maybe he was somewhat easy to read.
Try as he might, the Doctor couldn’t very well hid his excitement when it came to sex with Ditzy. Over the years, she had become more confident. Her wardrobe which consisted of sweaters and sweatpants slowly vanished. He remembered the first time he saw Ditzy in a dress; a tight hip-hugger, red with black polka dots. For the first time in a long time, he felt himself getting flustered.
It didn’t stop with the outfits. Ditzy started flirting and it wasn’t just with him. They’d be shopping and she’d playfully flirt with the stall owners. At first, he ignored the flirting but when he saw men flirting back with her, he started getting jealous. When he finally confronted Ditzy, he was so mad with jealousy that he slipped, revealing his feelings to her. In fact, she pulled him close to her and kissed him.
They got married a few months afterwards.
On their wedding night, the Doctor got a glimpse of heaven that night. Or actually, five glimpses of heaven. He didn’t mind of course; Ditzy’s energy was inspiring in a way. She was always up to try something new in the bedroom. Be it bondage or foodplay, the Doctor happily went along with it. He even found himself enjoying some of the more ‘kinky’ aspects of sex. Did that made him odd? Well, maybe it did but Ditzy didn’t care; she was odd too.
But one thing Ditzy loved to do more than anything was to play dress up. There was a store located in Ponyville called the Crop which specialized in ‘special’ attire. The first time she returned from the Crop, she came home dressed as a police woman complete with handcuffs. Needless to say, the Doctor found him tied up.
And boy, did he enjoy it.
There had been many outfits after that; the naughty teacher, the impish geisha, the playful bunny, the sexy cat girl. He had his personal favorites like the leather clad police woman and the extremely kinky nurse.
But his all-time favorite outfit was the seductive schoolgirl. Maybe it was the tight blouse exposed her lovely breasts or the short skirt that showed off her luscious bottom; either way, that outfit was a sure fire way to wake him and his ‘little friend’ right up.
Ditzy came out of the kitchen, a bowl of cherries in her hand. The Doctor made the mistake of watching her because she was sucking on a cherry. His ‘friend’ tingled slightly but he tried to ignore it. He looked back up which was a mistake because at the instant, Ditzy winked at him. He bit his lip, trying to think of anything to distract him but it was useless. Ditzy headed upstairs, leaving the Doctor to stare at her rounded, soft bottom.
He looked back at his work.
“Oh to hell with this!”
He scrambled to his feet and ran after his wife. She had disappeared into their bedroom where he promptly followed her. Once inside, he slammed the door and locked it. Ditzy laid on the bed, sucking on another cherry. Seeing her husband, she smiled and placed the cherry square between her breasts.
“Hello sweetie. Would you like a snack?” She asked coyly.
Damn, he loved her.
Quickly as he could, he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Half naked, he tackled his wife and gave her a kiss. He then pulled back and dove right into her cleavage. Ditzy giggled as her husband searched around for the cherry. When he came back up, he had the cherry between his teeth. He spit it out before kissing her again. He started kissing down her neck, heading back towards her breasts.
“Doctor dear, would you say I’ve been naughty?” She asked.
“Mhmh.” He replied.
“How naughty?”
“Very naughty, extremely naughty.”
“And what do naughty girls get?” She whispered huskily.
The Doctor pulled his hand back up once he caught her meaning. Another smile spread across his face; had he mentioned how much he loved this woman. He sat back up and put his feet over the bed. Ditzy crawled towards him, giving him a small kiss before lying across him, her rear in his lap.
The Doctor’s face beamed like a child in a candy store; he loved her rump. It was so round, so soft and just so perfect. There was once a great artist who said, “I like big butts and I cannot lie. You other brothers can't deny.” He certainly couldn’t deny Ditzy’s glorious booty that was sorely in need of spankings.
With her thong clad buttocks in his face, the Doctor decided to get started. He took his hand and gave her jiggly booty a nice firm smack. Ditzy gave a squeal and a giggle. After giving her bottom a rub, he smacked it again. Once more, she squealed with delight. His little friend continued to poke up. Smack, smack, smack he went, earning elated shrieks from his loveable wife.
He felt drool dribbling down his chin. After another smack, he leaned over and gave her booty a big bite.
“Oh, Whoosvy!” She gasped.
Doctor grabbed Ditzy and threw her back onto the bed. He watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Reaching back, she undid the clasp and threw her bra to the floor. With her bra off, Ditzy began to fondle herself. The Doctor felt like his pants were about to explode. He loved Ditzy’s booty but he also loved her breasts. And what he really loved was when she played with herself.
He watched as she lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and gave her nipple a suck. That was just about all he could take; he wanted to play. Leaning down, the extremely frisky Doctor starting sucking on Ditzy’s delectable breasts. When he attached himself, she let out a delighted moan and started playing with his hair. Whilst he sucked, his other hand squeezed the other breast. He felt Ditzy shiver against as he continued sucking, her fingers twirling around his hair. He pulled back and licked the breast with the tip of his tongue. She gasped, grabbing a handful of hair.
“Naughty, naughty.” She breathed.
“Very naughty,” He came up. “And naughty boys deserve spankings.”
She grinned, “Hand or paddle?”
“Paddle please.”
Doctor got up, pulled down his pants and then got into position, his ass in the air. Ditzy smiled as she pulled out their trust paddle, Mr. Discipline. He shivered with excitement as she stood behind him. She pulled down his boxers and then gave his bottom a nice, firm smack with the paddle. He gritted his teeth before dissolving into a moan. Damn, there was nothing like that sting! She spanked him again, his moan becoming louder.
“Again, again!” He said.
“My, my, my! Aren’t we naughty!” Ditzy said with a giggle. “Is my Doctor a bad Doctor?”
“Oh yes, I’m a bad, bad Doctor! I’m so bloody naughty! I set fire to the original Mona Lisa to get back at Leonardo for cheating at cards!”
“My goodness, that’s bad!” Ditzy said, giving his ass another smack.
“Again! I got Ben Franklin drunk and we stole a carriage!”
“That’s very bad!” Another smack.
“Again! More, more, more! I hate Mick Jagger so much I went back in time and stole his car! I once drove a train into the side of a barn! I have an overdue library book!”
Each confession earned his ass a hit. His body shivered with each contact from the paddle; it was bloody fantastic. Of course, Ditzy was having fun too. Watching the Doctor squirm about was extremely enjoyable. He was so desperate for pain, it was almost cruel to deny him. So she smacked his ass until it was nice and red.
“I won’t able to sit for weeks!” He said.
“Sitting is over rated,” Ditzy said as she lay back down on the bed. “Now, where were we? Oh, right! You were sucking on my tits.”
Ditzy laid back down and the Doctor returned to his duty. He attached himself whilst his hand headed downwards. With a bit of maneuvering, he managed to pull down Ditzy’s skirt. As he sucked away at her wonderful cleavage, the Doctor slipped down her panties. Once they were removed, he took two fingers and rammed them on up. Ditzy gave a loud shout that turned into a moan.
His fingers became moist, her juices dripping. Removing his fingers, the Doctor brought his member towards her moist womanhood. He brought it towards her entrance, letting it gently caress her folds. Beneath him, Ditzy shivered. He then plunged in, earning a scream from his wife. Instantly, he started thrusting quickly; he was ready and wanted his release. Ditzy grabbed him by the shoulders, digging her fingers in as she writhe about below him.
After all that teasing, the Doctor was more than ready. It only took him a few thrusts for his balls to start rumbling. He felt Ditzy’s inner walls squeeze his member. The rumbling increased. There was a twitch of his cock before he released. Beneath him, Ditzy tensed and then screamed as she squirmed. Then, she stopped moving.
“Oh, fantastic as always!” Ditzy said with a smile. “I wish our anniversary was each day.”
“Me too, I….wait, anniversary?”
“Yeah. We’ve been married for two years today.”
“Oh blast, I knew I forgot something!” He smacked himself in the head. “I need a bigger head!”
“Oh honey, that’s okay,” Ditzy pulled herself up and gave him a kiss. “I knew you would forget so I decided to surprise you.”
“But I didn’t get a single thing for you!” He paused for a second. “Hang on a second darling.”
He rolled off his wife and then promptly searched for his pants. Ditzy sat up and watched him, confused. He hurriedly got dressed and then ran over to closet. Held in their somewhat enormous closet was the Doctor’s ship, the TARDIS. She was slightly dusty but she still looked bold and blue. After slipping on his coat, he stepped into the police box. Ditzy heard the familiar sound of the engines starting and soon, it disappeared.
“Hm. I wonder where he went this time.” She said, laying her head down on the pillow.
She didn’t need to wonder for long because she heard the engines again. She sat up and watched as the TARDIS reappeared. Out came the Doctor, a rectangular box in his hand.
“Got it! Happy anniversary sweetheart!” He said, handing her the box.
Ditzy took the book, not excepting much she got quite a surprise when she opened it. Laying there was a sapphire necklace with a platinum chain. The Doctor took it and placed the necklace around her neck.
“It’s beautiful!” She said.
“I’m glad you liked it.” He said with a smile.
“Wait, where did you get it?” She asked.
“A friend owed me a favor.”
Yes, it was a fib. The necklace was in fact the famous Bismarck Sapphire Necklace which had once been owned by Mona von Bismarck, the famous socialite. Did it matter that he just popped in while she was out and nicked it? Well maybe but he didn’t want Ditzy worry over something so trivial.
“You didn’t have to do this for me.”
“Yes I did,” He said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I wanted you to know how much I adore you.”
“I already know that,” Ditzy pulled his face close. “But it is nice to be reminded.”
She gave him a kiss and the two of them fell back on the bed, ready to continue their anniversary celebration.
