We've made it to another Friday. I went way, way back to to find today's Fantasy Friday. This was first posted in 2007 and the writer is an old friend of mine by the name of Scout. I haven't heard from Scout in several year, but perhaps she is still out there. Whatever she is doing, I hope she is still writing. I really liked this story. I hope you enjoy...
Therapy Session
Jan and Ted Coles sat in separate wingback chairs,
across the desk from Dr. Baird Winslow. They were nervous as they watched the
bespectacled psychologist, a noted marriage counselor and therapist, shuffle
his notes. Ted
glanced at his wife, whose gaze was in her lap. He reached over the arms of the
chairs, and picked up her hand. He smiled at her as he gave her a reassuring
squeeze.
Dr. Winslow smiled, too, as he looked up at them. “There’s
very good news for you,” he began, “the tests, questionnaires, surveys and
interviews all indicate that you will be just fine – better than you ever
believed, in fact.”
Jan and Ted exhaled.
The doctor continued, “You are, as individuals,
well grounded, robust and resilient people. You both can be characterized as
practical and hard working. You have a genuine affection, admiration and deep love for the other. You are
going to be just fine.”
There was a pause, and finally Ted spoke. “I’m –
we’re – relieved to hear that, Dr. Winslow. We don’t doubt that we love each
other, as we told you a month ago when we came here. But
there’s no denying we’ve had problems over the last few years. We’re not
intimate like we used to be – and I don’t just mean sexually. We’ve
been going through the motions, but we haven’t shared life as a couple in a
long while.”
Jan spoke up, too. “Is it unrealistic to expect it
to be as close as it was in the beginning? Do all married couples lose intensity in
their relationship over time? I mean, we’ve had kids, and jobs, and stress over the years. Is the
problem that we’re not adjusting to something that happens inevitably?” She
looked distressed.
Dr. Winslow looked at her steadily, and then spoke. “There is
no inevitable anything in marriage,” he said. “Mrs. Coles, come with me. I’m going
to show you something that is going to change your marriage forever, and will
restore all intensity and emotional connection that you’ve been missing.”
The doctor rose and Jan followed his lead. They
walked together to a small table against the far wall. It was
covered with a white cloth, but there were obviously objects underneath the
covering. The
doctor lifted the cloth by its hem and withdrew it with a flourish, exposing a
small collection of paddles and straps. Jan Coles gasped, and immediately colored. Dr.
Winslow could see her neck, face and ears blushing red, and he nodded to
himself. Ted
Coles, still seated in his chair, couldn’t see what his wife beheld, but was
curious to know what provoked her reaction.
Dr. Winslow spoke, in a firm voice: “Mrs.
Coles, you will take this – “he handed her a small, oval-
shaped leather paddle
– “and you will hold it behind your back as you stand in this corner –“he
indicated the corner to the left behind his desk –“and you will not move or
make a sound as I talk with your husband. If you do, I will come over to the corner and
I will paddle you with this (he held up a rectangular piece of wood four times
the size of the paddle that Jan now held). Do you understand?”
“Now hold on . . .” Ted rose from his chair, unsure
what the doctor was doing, and even more uncertain what he would do to stop it.
Dr. Winslow turned to him. “Mr.
Coles, I know this is unusual and unexpected for you. Please
let Mrs. Coles decide if she’ll proceed, and then I assure you that you and I
will have an illuminating conversation.”
Ted looked at Jan. To his astonishment, she turned
to the doctor, said, “I understand,” and crossed the floor to the designated
corner, where she stood with the small paddle held at her tailbone. The two
men watched her in silence for a moment; Dr. Winslow indicated the two wing
chairs, and they sat down.
“Mr. Coles,” Dr. Winslow began, “your wife loves
you deeply and yearns for a deeper emotional connection with you. She wants
to tell you her most innermost feelings, fears, desires and hopes. But she’s
inhibited by a fear you’ll reject her on some level, so she keeps things
inside.”
“Your own tests show you to be a highly
self-confident leader. You are analytical and rational, yet also visionary and of an
“expansive” mind. You have proven yourself in business, where you are well respected and
successful. In your
relationship with your wife, your tests reveal a certain frustration with
things, and a desire to be the recognized leader of your relationship.”
“In sum, Mr. Coles, you have the natural makings of
a dominant in your relationship, and Mrs. Coles is, organically, in regards to
her feelings to you, at least, a submissive. You two are made for each other.”
Ted was silent, taking in the information. He looked
at his wife, standing with her back to him, her fingers wrapped around the
handle of the paddle. “So you’re telling me to dominate my wife physically? I could
never hurt Jan – the idea is repugnant to me!” Ted spoke with his fists
clenched.
Dr. Winslow nodded at him. “I’m
advising you, with your wife’s consent, to spank her. I can
tell you from years of working with couples whose profiles are similar to yours
that spanking will bring you closer, will open lines of communication, will
lead to more frequent and fulfilling sexual intimacy, and will satisfy your
conscious and subconscious desires to assume the natural role in your
relationship.
One of my mentors told me early on, ‘The couples that spanks, stays
together.’ I’ve seen
it myself, and he’s right.”
“As far as hurting Mrs. Coles goes, you have to
learn how to administer a spanking the correct way. `You
should put her over your lap, well supported, and spank her on the meat of her
bottom – not up too high. Start slowly and build up, and that’s all there is to it. You’ll
get the hang of it pretty quickly. In fact, I think it’s time you saw the
demonstration.”
The doctor rose and addressed Jan, “Mrs. Coles, come over here now,
please.” He moved
to the couch.
Jan gulped, and turned slowly. She saw
the doctor, sitting on the couch and lightly patting his thigh. She began
to walk toward him, and then changed course and approached her husband. Standing
in front of him, she held out the paddle to him and said softly, “There is only
one person I can ever imagine spanking me, and that’s Ted. Will you
do it, darling?”
Ted rose, took his wife’s hand in his left and
relieved her of the paddle with his right. He led her to the couch, where Dr. Winslow
relinquished his seat with a sigh. “Would you like me to advise you? Give you
some pointers as you go along?” There was a hint of wistfulness in his voice.
“Just some privacy, please,” Jan responded. As Ted
took the doctor’s place on the couch, Jan put herself across his lap. Dr.
Winslow, on his way out the door, caught a glimpse of Jan’s pantyhose-covered
bottom as Ted lifted her skirt and slip and began to spank her tentatively with
his hand.
At first he said nothing, embarrassed to be doing
what he found himself doing at all. After a few minutes, though, when Jan hadn’t protested,
he spanked harder and faster, and began to talk. “Jan, you’ve had this coming for
quite some time. You’ve been moody, evasive and sullen. From now on, you’re going to talk
to me, and not retreat from me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Ted, I do,” Jan was breathing fast as her
husband rained down spanks on her behind. The smacks grew in number, severity and
rapidity. “I wish I
had been more open with you; I’m sorry I wasn’t.”
“You’re going to be a lot more sorry before I’m
finished with you,” Ted assured her. He stopped spanking for a moment to rub his
hand, then pulled Jan’s pantyhose and panties down to her mid-thighs. He could
make out handprints – his handprints – on her faintly blushing bottom. It wasn’t
as red as he thought it would be. He picked up the paddle, and brought it down
smartly on each cheek, raising an immediate red spot on each side and an
exclamation from Jan.
“There are going to be some changes, young lady,
and they’re going to start right now.” Ted used the paddle as though a metronome
were dictating its cadence. Rhythmically he brought it down first on the right side, then the left. He
avoided skin that had already turned bright red, and in that way worked on
painting her entire backside crimson.
“You’re going to meet your responsibilities to me
and to our family,” he continued, “and you’re going to lose the short temper
and snippy attitude you’ve been copping.” Ted paddled some more, and Jan squirmed and
twisted and kicked her heels. Her bottom stung like fury, and the blows that landed on the sides of
her buttocks and the tops of her thighs caused her particular distress. “Yes,
Ted,” she agreed, “I will. Please stop for a minute – can I get my breath? It’s
really hurting!”
“I do believe it’s supposed to hurt,” Ted answered
her. “I’m
almost finished here, but know this – I will not hesitate (three particularly
hard spanks landed as he spoke these words) to spank you from now on if I feel
you’ve earned it. Understood?”
“Yes! Please stop!”
“Yes, sir, you mean?” Ted delivered another round of
hard, rapid spanks.
“Yes, sir! I understand!”
To Jan’s relief the spanking stopped. She felt
her husband’s gentle touch again; he lightly ran his fingers over her reddened
bottom, and then rubbed more firmly. He rubbed her back with his left hand. Jan,
though she was still bare-bottomed across her husband’s lap, in a doctor’s
office, felt calm and also incredibly aroused. She thrust her pelvis into Ted’s
thigh and rubbed against the fabric of his suit trousers. She
waited to hear from him that she was permitted to get up and restore order to
her clothing.
Ted looked into her eyes. “My
bride has another wifely duty to conduct at home,” he said with a wry smile. He
put her hand on the front of his pants, and she smiled at the stiffness she
encountered there. They scurried from the doctor’s office like newlyweds bound
for the honeymoon suite.
~o~
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