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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Proper Result
Date: Fri,  4 Oct 2002 21:10:03 -0400
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Hi all,

I hope you enjoyed my previously posted stories,
*Any Time* and *Our Needs*.

Enjoy!

-Cy
http://cyan.protgp.com


Proper Result
by Cyan
Copyright 2002 by Cyan

"Your wife," said Julie, and I inwardly groaned, having a suspicion
about what sort if opinion she might have formed regarding Barbara.
There were occasions when Barbara was a mite less than diplomatic
with me and I'd had a suspicion that the party had given Julie the
chance to see that.

Julie worked in the office across the hall and she and I had made
a habit of having lunch together.  I enjoyed the conversation and
she appeared to like me and sometimes I even sensed she might like
to get our spouses together, perhaps for an evening at the movies
or something.  She'd met Barbara before, but the party had likely
been her first opportunity to see Barbara at any length and now
I was slightly embarrassed by what I suspected Julie'd sensed.
"She's occasionally a touch abrupt with you," she said.

"I know," I added, and lest you think Julie a bit forward, the truth
is, given that the party wasn't one of Barbara's better outings,
Julie was actually showing some tact.

"Listen," said Julie, "I know I'm sticking my nose where it clearly
doesn't belong, but have you ever considered couples counselling?"

"What?"  Sometimes I answer too quickly, of course I could figure
out what she was talking about even if I wasn't used to the term.

She smiled, seeming to know that no explanation was really necessary.
"I'm going to do you a favor."  And she dug into her purse and
pulled out a paper and pencil.  "This is a woman Carl and I go to.
I never thought I'd suggest such a thing, but believe me, she's
exactly what Barbara needs."  I looked at the paper she put in my
hands, trying to imagine Barbara going along with such a thing.
Trying to imagine *me* going along with such a thing.  "Do it,"
said Julie, taking my hand in hers.  "Things'll turn around, you
can count on that."

I was a bit amazed at her apparent concern and perhaps gave it more
consideration than I otherwise would.  "You aren't going to do it,
are you?"  she said.  I guess my natural tendency to doubt such
things showed.  "At least think about it," she said, looking not
too hopeful.

***

Barbara and I sat in front of Denise's desk.  Yes, I finally did
pursue it after a bit of thought, and while Barbara hadn't seemed
enthused, she'd accompanied me to two sessions already.  "Well,"
said Denise, "I've had the chance to talk to each of you at a bit
of length, which naturally helps me determine what we can do about
you two."  She paused, taking a breath, then smiled.  Her smile
certainly encouraged me but even so, as natural as it appeared,
I wondered if it were simply one of her techniques.  Perhaps I
had a natural suspicion of therapists.  "What I find," she said,
"is that you two do harbor a touch of hostility toward each other
that you haven't succeeded in expressing through reasonable means.
In Barbara's case, it comes out with a nasty word or two, and in
Jim's case, it comes out in an occasional unwillingness to converse.
Naturally, both such behaviors are counterproductive since they
tend to escalate little scenes into something worse."

She paused again, but neither Barbara nor I responded.  Perhaps I
relaxed a bit since what Denise said made perfect sense so far.
"The question," continued Denise, "is what to do about it."
Another pause, though her face told us she was about to provide us
with an answer.  "It happens I utilize what must certainly be called
an *unconventional* procedure, but I've found it extremely effective.
Now I want you to trust me and hear this out."

I glanced at Barbara, seeing immediately that Denise had roused
her curiosity as much as mine.  I couldn't imagine where Denise
was going.  "I find that just a touch of physical expression of ones
hostility works wonders dissipating it.  What we're going to do here
is a type of exercise, a communication of sorts."  Now I wondered
whether *she* knew what she wanted to say, or whether she were
showing some reluctance.  "What we're going to do is a spanking."

Barbara made a sound, something like a snort.  I stared at Denise,
probably open-mouthed.  "I told you to hear me out," she said.
"It's a very effective little exercise and I guarantee you'll see
results that weeks of talk wouldn't bring.  Unconventional as it
sounds, I've had a lot of success with it."

"I don't think it's for us," I said, turning to Barbara expecting
agreement.  And I could see she did, but I also seemed to sense
that she might be showing a touch of doubt.  I looked at her,
then back at Denise, and found both of them looking at me.

"At least hear me out," said Denise.  And I sat there, not
believing what I was doing.  "What we do is this," said Denise.
"I flip a coin.  If it's heads, Barbara spanks Jim, if it's tales,
Jim spanks Barbara.  An amazing thing about the procedure is that it
really doesn't matter who does it, both parties benefit either way.
It's the physical aspect that makes it work, it works on your
subconscious very effectively.

"Now I'm going to insist that you try it once to see what it's
all about.  Nothing extreme, in fact, there's very little to it."

I looked at Barbara, "I don't know..." I said.  And I saw a brief
flash across Barbara's face that suggested to me that she was
definitely staying on her best behavior for Denise or I would have
been the target of a stinging remark.  That reminded me of why we
were there in the first place.

"Give it a try," said Denise.  We both said nothing, and she smiled
briefly and went on.  "It's very little, really.  I flip the coin.
The spankee then lies across the lap of the spanker and receives five
swats.  All over in a minute.  Ready?"  She had the coin in her hand.

I looked at Barbara again.  She looked at me and this time I clearly
saw question in her eyes.  I sensed she might actually be willing if
I were.  But it was so crazy, despite how reasonable sessions with
Denise had been so far, this was totally off the wall.  She said
that just a small amount of physical *communication* would satisfy
us deep inside.  Spanking Barbara?  Denise flipped the coin, catching
it and opening her hand to show it to us.  "Heads," she said.

She stood, and pulled a wooden chair into the middle of the room.
"You sit here, Barbara," she said, holding the back of it.  Barbara
looked at me, still questioningly.  "Come on now," said Denise.

Barbara stood, still looking reluctant.  Denise smiled at her,
glanced at me, then came over and took Barbara's hand.  "It'll all be
over in a minute," Denise said as she drew Barbara toward the chair.
"Sit," she said, sounding like she were issuing an order.  Barbara
sat, still looking a bit amazed.  "OK Jim, come on," said Denise.
And she came over and took *my* hand, pulling.

She made no obvious move, but she really was pulling and I stood
simply because it would be very awkward to do anything else.
She pulled me toward Barbara and said, "Now, over her lap."

I'm sure I shook my head, not really to communicate refusal so much
as to express my amazement.  She *had* to be joking!  "Come on,
it'll just be a minute," she said.  And she took my hand again,
pulling it toward Barbara.  "Give it a try," she said.

Barbara looked up at me.  I couldn't read her expression, whether
she accepted all this or not.  I found myself lowering myself
over Barbara's lap just as Denise insisted.  Once in place I was
apparently committed.  "OK, five swats," said Denise.  "They can
be hard; men appreciate physical expression."

Barbara gave a little giggle and I could tell she still wasn't sure
about all this.  I certainly echoed that sentiment.  "Give him one
to start with, you're just dragging it out," said Denise.

She gave me a smack.  I suppose it hurt a little but it was hardly
anything to write home about.  "Good;  Four more," said Denise.
And when Barbara had done so, Denise added, "And we're done.
You can get up now, Jim."

We both stood, looking down again at Denise who was shorter than
Barbara.  "Good," said Denise.  "I'll see you next week at the
same time."

***

"Heads," said Denise, showing us the coin.  She'd put the chair
in the middle of the floor as soon as we'd come in.  She'd talked
to us for a couple of minutes, obviously probing for any results
but I honestly couldn't see any though the week hadn't really
included occasions when Barbara might snap at me in public.  "OK,
to the chair," said Denise, motioning for Barbara to proceed.
Barbara gave me a little shrug and complied.  Denise smiled at me
and motioned me over with her head.  I couldn't quite believe we'd
actually come back, but though there'd been a touch of humiliation
in it the week before, that was about all I could complain about.
I settled again over Barbara's lap.

"Good," said Denise.  "Just a little more this week.  Give him ten."

I supposed Barbara did hesitate a second, but she apparently needed
no additional prompt from Denise.  She gave them to me in quick
succession and it was all over.  "See?  Nothing to it," said Denise.

***

"Heads," said Denise, showing us the coin.  I thought about the way
my luck was going, three weeks in a row, but knew inevitably it would
be the other way around.  And wondered at myself: was I actually
looking forward to my chance?  Denise had the chair in place and
was smiling at Barbara.  Barbara sat again and they both looked
my way.  Yielding to the inevitable, I settled on Barbara's lap.
"This time use this," said Denise.

That caught my attention.  "It's just a hairbrush," explained Denise,
obviously for my benefit.  "You'll feel it better."

I *did* feel it for sure, realizing Barbara certainly had no need
to put as much into it as she had with her hand.  Once again it
was over in a minute.

***

"Heads," said Denise, showing us the coin.  I found myself wondering,
though certainly it was just as likely to be heads as tails.
It seemed like in no time they were looking at me, Barbara in the
chair, Denise standing next to her, the hairbrush in her hand.
Sighing, I took my place in the little scene.  "This time," said
Denise, "I want you to undo his pants.  He'll *enjoy* the sensation
more through just his underpants."

***

"Heads," said Denise.

"Let me see that coin!" I heard myself say, my hand out.

"Certainly not," said Denise, slipping it into a pocket.

"Maybe *I* should do the coin," I said.

"I have to do it, to insure a proper result," she said.  I glanced
at Barbara and thought I saw a moment's amusement.  I looked back
and forth between them.  They watched me, waiting.

***

Yes, it came up heads once again, weeks and weeks of nothing but
heads.  I undressed completely as now prescribed and standing in
front of the chair, leaned over, holding the sides of the seat.
Barbara took the cane from Denise and took her place next to me.
"Just a touch more time between blows," said Denise.  "It'll give
him a little more time experiencing the pain."  Out of the side of
my eye I saw Barbara nod.

***

I think the subject of the company picnic came up though it was still
months away.  When I implied that Barbara and I would be there, I
sensed Julie pause, realizing she was remembering Barbara's antics
the party.  "So how is Barbara?" she ventured.

"Fine," I said, not too informatively.

"Did you ever take her to that couples counsellor?"  She must have
seen something in my face, because I never had to say anything.
"You did, didn't you?"  She smiled.  "And you're still going?"

It took me only a second to see she already knew that answer too.
"Yes," I admitted.

She gave me a look that you could almost describe as sly.  "I'll bet
you've seen a difference in Barbara," she said.  "To tell you
the truth," she added, leaning forward, keeping her voice down,
"by the time I figured out what Denise was up to, I knew I needed
it, or at least I could tell it was doing me good and I'm sure Carl
agrees."  I must have shown confusion or something at that point.
"Not that I was a bitch like Barbara or anything, but, you know, I'm
sure Carl's life was no bed of roses.  And it's made me look at him
differently, it's not like you can forget being put in that position.
I'll bet Barbara doesn't give you any of that lip anymore."

For a moment we stared at each other.  "What's wrong?" Julie
finally asked.

But there was no way in Hell I was going to tell her.

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