Haleema felt ashamed of what had come over her during her punishment but fortunately for her Mr. Sloan did not resume the punishment. Mr. Sloan was slowly breaking her down and he wanted to increase the tension.
Haleema was always a hormonal mess during her period week and she decided to take the rest of the week off work. Mr. Sloan kindly allowed her the break. In some ways she felt he could understand and she felt she was learning a lot under him.
The following week Mr. Sloan informed her that he would be taking client sessions from home and asked her to join him so she could receive some firsthand experience. She felt she was developing under his wing and it helped her grow in confidence.
She walked into Mr. Sloan's home and she was immediately impressed by the layout. It had a lot of light and seemed spacious with a large garden. There were so many more rooms than she expected. She was taken by surprise by the erotic nature of the decor. There was a lot of red splashed around the place and a nude sculpture of a woman was centre stage in the foyer. The walls were covered with nude art. It wasn't obscene but appeared very tasteful and subtle.
Haleema was dressed in her abaya. She had no change of clothes at his home and she was worried that she would be in trouble once more. Mr. Sloan told her he would excuse it for the day but tomorrow he would have more professional attire for her. Haleema deep down wondered if this was worthy of punishment and a part of her even hoped it would be.
Mr. Sloan's office was next to the entrance of the house and this made it easier for patients to see Mr. Sloan and leave without walking through the house. Mr. Sloan explained to Haleema that this was where they would be mainly based but he was happy for her to walk through the house and feel at home.
Mr. Sloan would introduce her to most of his patients as his assistant and he asked each patient for permission for Haleema to join the session. There was a general reluctance among the patients and the patients had refused the request so far. Haleema felt frustrated at not being able to gain the experience she had hoped for. Haleema was simply showing the patients to the office and waiting like a receptionist. She felt she was being wasted as the day promised a lot more. At least in the office she was kept busy with files and her mind was occupied. As she was sat in the foyer her mind was being distracted by the erotic art.
She wanted to freshen up and decided to explore the house as she looked for the little girl's room. She went from room to room and they were all immaculately designed, when she stumbled across what appeared to be a studio. There was a tripod and lights, typical of things you would find in a studio. Haleema gasped as she saw the pictures which were displayed on the back wall of the studio. The images were striking erotic nudes of women but unlike the art around the house, these were a lot more graphic. Some of the pictures certainly intrigued Haleema, there were some simple breast shots, women in different stages of undress but the ones that kept catching Haleema's attention involved women in various restraints.
Haleema had to admit they were beautifully shot and whoever shot them certainly had talent. The faces were always obscured in one way or another. The pictures had artistic merit and Haleema could not take her eyes off them.
Haleema was drawn towards the pictures and found herself looking closer at them. She found one that really intrigued her. A woman was tied to what appeared to be a table of sorts. It was almost like a gynecologist table with the woman's legs in stirrups but this had a different look. It was not the sterile look of a gynecologist table but felt sexy. Haleema looked around but did not see anything like it in the room and wondered where it was shot. She picked it up off the wall to have a closer look. She was finding that tension between her legs was getting stronger as she looked at the picture. The restraints on the hands and feet, her legs spread which gave an inviting angle between her legs to the viewer. Haleema was becoming very aroused by this picture and she wondered who was the artist? Was it Mr. Sloan? Would Mr. Sloan tie her up like this? She wondered.
She felt a need to touch herself and began to clutch her breast as she looked at the picture. She had lost track of time and she was brought back to reality by someone clearing their throat behind her.
Haleema turned around sharply, her hand still clutching her breast when she saw Mr. Sloan.
"My last patient is here and he has agreed to let you sit in or are you too busy?" Mr. Sloan asked while glancing at her hand on her breast.
Haleema quickly removed it in embarrassment and returned the picture to the wall.
"I am sorry, sir. I was looking for the wash room." Haleema asked shyly, still in an aroused mood.
"It is the next door on the right. You must be quick. I do not like keeping patients waiting. We will talk about this later." Mr. Sloan said in a stern tone before leaving. Haleema had a strange feeling of excitement at the idea of being punished for this. A part of her almost wanted to experience the euphoria that came with the punishment. Mr. Sloan held the door open for Haleema and due to his large size he was blocking most of the doorway. Haleema had to squeeze past him and due to the narrow space she was brushing up right against him. As they were face to face, Haleema could feel his bulge between her legs. Without thinking, Haleema pressed forward against him to feel his hard cock. Mr. Sloan responded by brushing his hand across her breast and groping the heavy tits. This brought a sigh from Haleema's lips and she pressed hard against the bulge. She did not know what came over her and quickly rushed out of the studio.
Haleema was breathing heavily as she looked at herself in the mirror. She tried to shake her sinful thoughts away but there was a lusty cloud over her head. She threw some water in her face to freshen up in the bathroom and returned to the office. Mr. Sloan had a large gentleman with him.
"Here she is, Mr. Jeffers, this is my assistant Haleema. As explained she will be sitting in on today's session to gain some experience. Just act as though she is not here. Now, last week we were delving into your relationship with your Mother and how they contributed to the events on the day. Please continue on the events of the day?" Mr. Sloan asked calmly. Haleema took notes of what was being said and paid particular attention to how Mr. Sloan behaved.
Mr. Jeffers was a large man and could be intimidating in other circumstances.
"As I was saying, I had just visited my mother to drop off her medication. It was always a tense relationship and I was already in a dour mood. I get a call from my kid's school saying he has been in a fight or some other so I turn up at the school. It was a shit day already." He explained but he obviously had a lot more to say.
"So, what happened at the school?" Mr. Sloan asked calmly. His composed tone was smooth and Haleema was enjoying watching him.
"The snooty bitch calls me into the office." Mr. Jeffers stated.
"Mrs. Crane, the Principal. Being respectful is part of the process." Mr. Sloan said asserting his authority. Haleema had to admit she was a little worried for his safety. There was something intimidating about Mr. Jeffers but Mr. Sloan had a real air of authority about him and she felt goose bumps watching him in action.
"Mrs. Crane tells me my son was in a fight and they have to suspend him. So I used some expletives. The kid deserved it." He said.
"You mean you called her a "nasty uptight cunt that needed a good fucking?" Is that correct??" Asked Mr. Sloan despite knowing he was.
"Yes you are." Mr. Jeffers replied.
"Please explain what happened next?" Asked Mr. Sloan.
"You know what happened. It is in the fucking notes." Mr. Jeffers stood up in a fit of rage.
Mr. Sloan did not react and simply wrote something down on his note pad.
"What the fuck are you writing?" Mr. Jeffers shouted angrily. Haleema became scared but there seemed to be no reaction from Mr. Sloan.
Mr. Sloan then looked up from his notepad in the calmest manner.
"I think it is best that you sit down or this will go in the report." Was all Mr. Sloan said in response. Haleema looked over at Mr. Jeffers and he did not move for a moment. Haleema feared the worst and glanced at the door as she assessed her escape route.
All of a sudden the red mist lifted and Mr. Jeffers sat back down.
Haleema took a deep breath at this sudden de-escalation. She looked over at Mr. Sloan and he seemed unmoved. She felt a tinge between her legs at the way Mr. Sloan was handling himself.
"Now, please tell me what happened with Mrs. Crane?" Mr. Sloan asked calmly.
"So, like I said, I said what you said, she called me 'a boneheaded idiot just like your son' and well I lost it." Mr. Jeffers replied. It was obvious to Haleema he was avoiding what actually happened.
"What do you mean by lost it?" Mr. Sloan prodded calmly.
