I signed the breeding contract with Leona believing I could maintain the distance my position requires. Her youth and fertility drew me in ways the paperwork never anticipated, turning each clinical visit into a test of how long I can keep from claiming her as my own.

In the examination room she waits for my instructions, her body offered for the discipline the agreement allows. I feel the need to spank her red and breed her until the fear of losing her fades, yet every measured word I speak risks fracturing into the commands I long to give.

Tonight the terms come due, and I intend to collect.