TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c November 2003 By C.D.E. & Es2c, ALL Rights 
Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form or sold for 
profit.  This story may be freely distributed for personal 
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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely 
Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(Cuckold, Humil, Flag, MC, M+/F, Male Fem, 
MM, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom, MDom)

WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY.  DO NOT READ 
THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE 
READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE 
GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, 
SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND 
OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE
Title: Dr. Judy: The Case File of Mark & Millie - (Part 2 
BELOW)

Authors: C.D.E. & Es2c

AUTHORS NOTES:

C.D.E.:  Es2c and I have finally collaborated on a tale.  
This saga of Dr. Judy's (a new character for both myself & 
Es2c) involves her encounter with Mark & Millie.  The story 
seeks to combine themes from my "Family Bonding" & "Mother 
Debbie" series, and Es2c's "The Group".

Es2c:  First. I must say it is a pleasure for me to finally 
work collaboratively with C.D.E. on developing a story that 
seeks to meld themes from both our fantasy interests.

NOTE:  This story is not designed to be a quick read, but 
rather to bring out subtle nuances of wry erotic 
humiliations experienced by the main character of focus - 
"Mark". Our goal was to purposely fill this tale with prose 
that would titillate those who are into mild FemDom and 
forced male feminization, and of course, cuckoldry themes. 
ENJOY!


Works of both authors can be found at www.asstr.org, look 
under authors (free site).

Abstract:
Mark and Millie, who are engaged, are having relationship 
problems.   They are seeking the professional help of 
Dr. Judy, a  Relationship Counselor, in an attempt to 
resolve their differences.  Differences that Mark believed 
to be un-resolvable, that is, until he came under the 
counsel of Dr. Judy and was subjected to her unusual 
therapies.

CAST:

Mark - Fiance/Husband
Millie - Fiancee/Wife
Dr. Judy - Relationship Counselor

Title: Dr. Judy: The Case File of Mark & Millie - Part 2 

Authors: C.D.E. & Es2c

PART 2: Dr. Judy's Physical Attributes Negation & 
Subservience Inculcation (P-A-N-S-I) Therapy 


"B-But Dr. Judy, isn't PANSI a-an odd name f-for..."

	"Mark, I am a professional.  I can't help if the 
acronym for a therapeutic treatment mimics a word with  
other meaning.  Now Mark, lets get on with what PANSI is 
all about.  Okay?" 

	"O-Okay Dr. Judy."  I replied softly, but now even 
more leery of Dr. Judy.

	"Now Mark, the purpose of PANSI is to help you stop 
feeling negative about your lack of physical endowments.  
It also is to help you be more comfortable and at ease with 
the fact that you are unpretentious and are not geared to 
be a real man in your fiancee's eyes.  You may not accept 
it, even though Millie has been telling you so repeatedly, 
but your unassuming, easy going, innocent makeup is really 
why she's attracted to you."

	"Y-Yes, I know that she says that she doesn't feel the 
same type of tension between us as she does with other men 
w-who are focused on getting into her panties a-and getting 
her into bed."

	"You may not realize it Mark, but it is this area of 
your relationship with her where you have the edge over her 
other men, the men friends she refers so aptly to as her 
"real men"". 

	"Dr. Judy, I hate that term.  Can't we not..."

	"No we can't Mark.  In fact I want you to be sure and 
use it repeatedly when you refer to or compare yourself to 
any of Millie's lovers or studs from now on."

	"W-WHAT?"

	"You see Mark, your strong point in holding on to 
Millie is that she doesn't perceive you as being in the 
same Ball Park as her "real men".  To make sure that you 
keep that edge over her "real men", you have to perceive 
yourself as being different from them."

	"S-So am I-I to t-think of myself as not being a man?"

	"Just think of yourself as simply being less than her 
real men.  Think of them as the alpha males.  As you know, 
this concept is very common in the animal kingdom.  You 
should think of yourself as a male, but not as a man. 
That's what the subservience inculcation part of PANSI is 
about.  It will teach you how to turn your physical 
weakness and unassuming nature into an emotional strength 
and help you feel good about being a male who accepts the 
fact that he doesn't meet the measure of being a real man.  
At the same time though, it will also help you to feel at 
ease and comfortable in your lesser role, as well as 
showing real men, the respect they deserve for being better 
than you."

	"Dr. Judy, t-this is s-so confusing.  I-I think I-I 
was right at first.  Millie and I are better off g-going 
our separate..."

	"Mark, your willingness to give us so easily is just 
another symptom of your meek, weak personality.  However, 
for now, lets take a break.  I want you to try some of this 
herbal tea.  It relieves stress and helps one to think 
clearer."

	I took the cup of tea that Dr. Judy prepared.  It had 
a very pleasant cinnamon flavored aroma.  

	As we drank tea, Dr. Judy and I kept discussing my 
"less than a man" role in my relationship with Millie.
Dr. Judy's assertion that I should give up trying to be a 
"real man" like Millie's studs, and instead embrace that I 
was indeed subordinate to them in every way, except when it 
came to being Millie's emotional support partner.

About half way through the cup of tea, I indeed did 
feel more relaxed and what Dr. Judy was saying began to 
become much more lucid in my thoughts.  I blurted out un-
expectantly that I saw her points and that what she was 
saying finally was making sense.

"That's very good Mark, very good.  So we will began 
several exercises that will help you strengthen and adapt 
to seeing your self as less than a man, in your eyes as 
well as Millie's."

Dr. Judy and I continued to talk as we finished our 
tea.  After the tea, I was a bit nappy, so she suggested I 
take a nap on the nearby divan in her office.  As she 
helped me to it, she also suggested that I listen to some 
soothing relaxing music while napped. She placed headphones 
over my ears so as not to disturb her as she sat at her 
desk and worked on other cases.

I thought that was wonderful of her.  The music was so 
soothing.  It complimented the wonderfully mellow, but 
drowsy state, I was in.

I didn't realize how long I'd been asleep, but I awoke 
2 hours later.

Not only was I not on the divan, I wasn't even in 
Dr. Judy's office.  I was in apparently one of her labs.  
In addition, I seemed to be handcuffed and secured to some 
sort of apparatus such that I was I was bent over from a 
standing posture with my legs straight, but tightly secured 
also.  I could hardly move them.  Actually, it was more a 
wiggle than any serious movement.

In short I was tightly bound to some sort of platform 
where I was bent over.  And as best I could tell, to my 
surprise, I was nude from the waist down.  However, I seem 
to perceive that my pants and shorts were down around my 
ankle.

I also seem to sense another strange feel about my 
predicament, as I started to call out for help.  However, I 
was more focused on being tightly bound to the strange 
fixture I was attached to.

It was then that Dr. Judy walked into the room.

"Hello Mark.  I see you're awake after you nap.  There 
is no need to be alarmed."

"W-Where a-am I Dr. Judy?  A-And w-why am I bound up 
like this?"

  "No need to worry, you're safe.  You're in one of my 
labs. You appeared to have had a nice rest, so I decided to 
go ahead and get you started on my PANSI Therapy, rather 
than wait until the next session."

"B-But why a-am I-I bound up like..."

"Well, Mark, the focus of PANSI Therapy treatments are 
designed to assist the patient to reach a level of 
contentment where the patient is comfortable and at peace 
with himself about being subservient to others, especially 
to those that he loves and cares about.  The therapy seeks 
to help the patient see that others have the liberty to 
control what he does.  The patient's reward comes from 
having done what is desired of him by others. What better 
way to get you in the mode of thinking in that manner, than 
a good flagellation treatment with several whipping 
instruments."

"W-WHAT?  Y-You're going to whip me!"

"Yes, Mark, it's necessary for you to feel the pain 
from this treatment so as to condition your mental 
consciousness.  This provides you the incentive to not have 
second thoughts about being submissive, when directed to do 
something you are told to do.  Pain is a very effective 
deterrent to help you focus on what is correct for you."

P-Please Dr. Judy, n-no please don't do this.  T-This 
can't be happening.  It-It's illegal for you..."

"You signed a release Mark.  It gives me the right to 
subject you to reasonable treatment that, in my 
professional opinion, is needed.  You need this treatment 
to help you feel more subservient.  Therefore, I plan to 
beat you with a variety of flagellation instruments during 
this session.  You won't need this full treatment often, 
just a periodic touch up so to speak.

"Those will be a lighter, more like refresher 
treatments on a monthly basis.  Millie, her mother, or your 
mother, aunt or other female relatives can give you them to 
keep you in tune with the focus of the PANSI Therapy. 

"I believe it's probably better if a female relative 
whips you, so as for you to be constantly reminded that you 
are a mama's boy.  Being reminded of that compliments and 
reinforces the therapeutic merits of PANSI.  However, an 
occasional thrashing by a manly male relative, or even one 
of Millie's or even your mother's lovers wouldn't be bad 
for you either.  That would further drive home the issue 
that you should be respectful to superior males.  Anyway 
Mark, I'm really doing you a favor by giving you this full 
treatment now.  This will ensure by the time your wedding 
roles around, you will be fully at peace with yourself and 
your new role as Millie's husband."
 
"DR. Judy, N-NO!  PLEASE! T-THOSE ARE REAL WHIPS!"  I 
shouted as Dr. Judy folded down a compartment on the wall 
in front of me.  Inside were a complete array of 
flagellation whipping devices including thick wood and 
rubber paddles, leather whips, short and long tawses, and 
many types of canes.

"Yes, Mark, these are the real thing.  I only use the 
best for my patients.  Your regimen today will encompass an 
initial round of smacks with a perforated wooden paddle.  
The drilled holes have been optimally sized to impart the 
maximum discomfort to your buttocks.  The perforated holes 
momentarily form a partial vacuum on the impacted skin, and 
slightly pull it up after each smack on your ass.  The 
additional discomfort this causes to your bruised, 
blistered ass cheeks further helps you to remember to avoid 
any thoughts of disobedience.  You will be given two 
minutes of smacking your posterior with this fine 
instrument. It imparts discomfort treatment over a wide 
area, and is an excellent conditioner for treatment to 
follow from other instruments.

"Next, I'm going to use a three thong knotted whip, 
commonly called a dog whip instrument, to narrow the 
corridor of pain and discomfort to smaller zones of your 
rear end.  I'll take another two minutes or so doing that 
so that the flagellation treatment gets focused and 
reinforced."

"B-BUT DR. JUDY!  Y-YOU CAN'T DO..."

"Lower your voice Mark, and please do not interrupt me 
until I finish telling you what treatment I've prescribed 
for you today. Besides, the room is very soundproof.  So no 
one will hear you anyway. 

"Now, where was I?  Oh, yes.  Now after the dog whip, 
I'm going to use a tawse to spread the discomfort to a 
broader, but not as wide an area as that inflicted by the 
paddles.  I'll be whipping you for about three minutes with 
it.  It's also give you time to rest from the dog whip, but 
feel the discomfort of the less intense tawse.  The tawse, 
because of its split leather ends, does an excellent job of 
spreading discomforting stinging sensations around the 
edges of your buttocks.

"Following the tawse treatment, I'm going to give you 
a full minute of treatment from a whippy cane.  This 
instrument is known for it's burning and stinging 
sensation, which sends a very clear message to the 
recipient."

I mentally shuddered as she held and flexed the thin 
pliable instrument while looking at me straight in the eyes 
as she stood so imperiously.  The image of her scared me to 
death.  I was in total terror.

"After that Mark, you will be give what I call a cool 
down treatment with one minute of lashes from a knotted, 
thin extension cord and the last minute will be from a 
perforated rubber paddle.  Now it's time for your 
prescribed treatment to begin."

"P-PLEASE!  Dr. Judy, please don't do this.  T-There 
must be another way, I-I..."

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!  OH NOOO!  THAT HURTS!"  I cried out in pain as 
the thick wooden paddle made contact with my tender butt.

"Mark, there is no other way.  This is what you need."  
Dr. Judy spoke as she seem to inhaling a good breath in 
order to prepare for another stroke on me.

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

"SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!"

"OUCH! OH MY GOD!  PLEASEEEEE STOP!  PLEASEEE 
DR. JUDY!  PLEASE!  THAT-THAT HURTS!"

Dr. Judy increased the rapidity of her paddling and 
the pain increased exponentially with each additional smack 
of the fearsome instrument.

I cried out loudly, but it was in vain.  I bucked and 
wiggled as best I could against the tight constraints, but 
it also was to no avail.  I was bound tight and knew that I 
would have to stay in place and girth myself to endure the 
painful "treatment" ahead for me at the hands of Dr. Judy.

"WAAAAHHHHH!  NO!  NO!  PLEASEEEEE  STOP! WAAAAHHHHH!"  
My loud wailing surprised even me as I screamed to the top 
of my voice.  However, the pain was still there and the 
blows from Dr. Judy kept descending.  After a while I was 
cried out, and was only whimpering.  I was on the verge of 
losing my voice, finally the painful paddling stopped.  The 
intense pain was still there.

"Well Mark, you've made it through the first stage.  
You cried just like a baby.  I expected that.  That's good.  
It shows you're not ashamed of acting like the soft and 
delicate mollycoddled mama's boy you are.  As you may have 
noticed the intensity of pain reached a point where it 
doesn't increase but reaches a plateau.  My goal is to 
sustain this plateau of pain and alter the type of pain, 
with the remainder of your flagellation discomfort 
treatment.  Your cognitive memory of this painful 
experience, as well as the monthly refresher whippings 
should serve as a reminder for you to not to want to 
experience this again, should you chose to be uncooperative 
to those who love you, especially Millie."

As I continued whimpering and trying to make sense of 
what all was happening to me, Dr. Judy walked away briefly 
and returned holding something like a ball with tubes 
attached.

"Mark, since you're all cried out.  This little device 
is a pump up gag.  It'll help you from screaming and 
preserve your voice."

"What..."  

As I opened my mouth to talk, Dr. Judy quickly pushed 
the small ball in and began to pump on a small rubber bulb, 
which was concealed in her hand.  The ball in my mouth 
began to swell and before I could spit it out, it filled my 
mouth and was wedged in tight.

"There, that's good.  Now that we got that done, let's 
get back on with your treatment."

"UMMMMMMMMM!"  The only noise I made came out muffled, 
as I tried to again plead with Dr. Judy to stop this insane 
thing she was doing to me.
 
"I love using the dog whip.  It has such good balance 
and is fun to see the welts pop up after they bounce up off 
the flesh.  I don't mean to be cavalier Mark, but those 
welts will be beneficial for your remembering what's good 
for you.  Okay?  Well anyway, Get ready mark.  Show time."

"WHAP!"

The pain from that first lash seemed to go through me.  
The pain was so different.  It was like three trails of 
fire in an already hot bed of coals, all sitting on my 
blazing ass cheeks.

As the whipping session went on, Dr. Judy made 
comments about the benefits and effects of each of the 
whipping instruments she used on me.  I was writing in pain 
and just wished she would cease the whole effort especially 
her clinical comments about the merits of each whip or cane 
and the pain inflicted.  After all, it was my ass feeling 
the pain, not hers.

I can truly say, the whippy cane did seem to stand out 
in reference to the type of pain Dr. Judy described.  I was 
so glad it was all over with.  My backside was enveloped in 
searing pain.

COMMENT BY DR. JUDY:

Reader, at this point, I'm going to switch you over to a 
historical excerpt from Mark's Diary, as it offers a more 
accurate first hand personal description and insight of his 
experiences at that point in time.

ENTRY FROM MARK'S DIARY (The Whipping Session)

Dear Diary,

My rear end still aches from the PANSI flagellation 
treatment Dr. Judy gave me 5 days ago.  It was so painful.  
I thought I was going to die.  In a way I did, at least the  
way things use to be with me, but more about that later.

Even though mother has punished me several times, the pain 
that Dr. Judy inflicted on me was of a higher order of 
magnitude than I'd ever experienced before.  After my 
painful experience with the flagellation instruments she 
used - a thick wood paddle with perforations, a three thong 
knotted dog whip, a thick leather tawse, a whippy cane, and 
a thin knotted folded electrical extension cord - I felt 
indeed submissive.

Besides the pain and the humiliation of being beaten, I 
found out that an electronic chastity device had been 
placed on my balls and prick. 

Even though I was crying and wailing profusely, after she 
removed the ball gag from my mouth, the reality of what had 
happened, as well as my projected future of subjugation, 
came down on me like a thunderbolt.

I was full of questions and pain as I frantically hobbled 
around the small room with my pants and shorts around my 
ankles.  I vigorously rubbed my naked bottom and felt the 
pronounced welts and bruise blistered swollen areas of my 
ass cheeks.

Diary, I was in a very confused state.  I was howling in 
pain and crying like a baby.  I tried to soothe and console 
my ravished buttocks.  They seemed as if they were 
literally on fire.  However, as I think back, not once did 
I think of retaliating against Dr. Judy for what she'd done 
to me.  I remember just not having any fight in me.

Besides Diary, that would've been foolish since Dr. Judy is 
taller, big boned and has more weight and strength than me. 

Well anyway, I settled down a few minutes later.  Dr. Judy 
helped me wipe my face and promised some ointment to soothe 
the ache, stinging and burning sensation.

"No ointment for you at the moment Mark and everything will 
be fully explained to you in a few minutes. I want the 
discomfort to linger with you a while.  This way you'll get 
the full benefit of this very effective and therapeutic 
treatment, which will get you off on the right foot as a 
PANSI husband-to-be."

Diary, I had many, many questions.  Little did I know at 
the time how the answers would change my whole world.

To my further discomfort, Dr. Judy wanted to do some 
counseling while I was in this state of pain and confusion.

"Now Mark, I know this may be a little difficult for you, 
but I must ask you a few question which I expect you to 
answer full and truthfully.  Otherwise, I may have to give 
you some more treatment before you get your ointment.  You 
don't want that do you?"

"NO! N-NO Ma'am!"  I blurted out.

"Good!  Now Mark, your lovely fiancee will expect you to be 
more understanding, as well as accepting of her past and 
future involvement with other men.  This treatment has been 
given so as for you to be reminded of your inadequacies as 
a man, as well as to remind you that subservience and 
compliance to her needs are of paramount importance for you 
from now on.  This will make you stronger emotionally in 
her eyes and bond you both closer together in love.  Y-You 
do love her, correct?"

"Y-You know I-I do Dr. Judy.  It-It's I-I just wish that I-
I didn't have..."

"Mark!  I need a yes or no answer!  I don't have time for 
one of your wishy-washy responses.  I'm trying to help you! 
It's time for you to stop your wishful thinking, and stand 
up and say you're not a man, but a milquetoast mama's boy 
who wants to do what it takes to have the love of the woman 
you love!  NOW SAY IT!"

Diary, surprised at the tone of Dr. Judy's voice and the 
suddenness of her actions, I quickly became cowed and 
responded as she asked of me.

 "I-I'm not a m-man.  I-I want t-to d-do whatever it takes 
to h-have Millie's l-love."  I softly and meekly replied as 
I hung my head. Dr. Judy was standing tall and 
authoritative over me.  Her handling and flexing one of the 
whippy canes also influenced my quickness too.  I didn't 
want another message from that little monster.

"GOOD!  Very Good Mark.  So anytime in the future you may 
tend to feel like being non-compliant with Millie's wishes, 
you are to remember your treatment her today.  It is to be 
a reminder that you voluntarily submitted to make a 
statement about your lack of manliness and a commitment of 
love for the woman you love. In other words Mark, you must 
see this as a proud and noble experience you've undergone 
here today.  From now on if you're treated as less than a 
man, or being whipped like a little boy, or called names 
such as a cuckold, or even a sissy, or a pantywaist, you 
must not object.  You should see those as opportunities to  
let the person, or persons, know that you will do or be any 
of those things to show your fiancee that you are not 
insecure with your un-manliness, but as proof of what you 
will do for her love.  By your actions, Millie's real men 
will know they have no chance to woo or steal her away from 
you with their handsome muscular physiques and big sturdy 
dicks, compared to the type and quality of your 
demonstrated love.  Also, others will only be able to 
marvel at your noble stance and commend your courage and 
fortitude of love."

Diary, the tone of Dr. Judy's statement did have an air and 
tone of projecting me as being proud and noble, but I still 
didn't feel totally noble about myself at the moment.

Dr. Judy went on to congratulate me for the fortitude and 
endurance I'd shown in taking whipping that I'd just 
received.

"Mark, you may not feel it now, but you should be proud of 
having undergone such a thorough flagellation treatment as 
you have today.  Even though, you're not much of a man in 
other ways, you can take pride in the fact that you take a 
whipping rather well.  I'm sure that aspect won't be lost 
on Millie either. This is just another edge you'll have 
over her real men.  In addition, Mark, I think you have the 
right stuff to make Millie happy. I don't see you having a 
problem adjusting to any further opportunities of 
demonstrations of your love for Millie in the future 
either.  Sure, society and others may deem them as 
disgraceful acts of humiliations, but to you they're golden 
possibilities to show affection in a way that only a 
non-alpha male like you can, for the woman he loves.

	"Well, that's enough for now. We'll talk more about 
these things in future sessions."  Spoke Dr. Judy as she 
abruptly brought her counseling session to an end.

Diary, even though I wanted to ask Dr. Judy more questions 
about aspects of the things she talked about, my mind 
quickly returned to my painful ass.  I desperately needed 
relief back there.  

Sensing that I was about to be given the promised ointment 
for my aching rear, I again raised the question about the 
device on my prick and balls.

Again Diary, I didn't have any idea, but this was truly to 
be a day of surprises.  Dr. Judy replied to me in the 
following manner.

"Mark, all will be made clear to you in a moment.  Take 
your pants and shorts completely off and lay across the 
examination table there.  I'm going to get the ointment I 
promised you."

Dr. Judy left the room and I complied with her request.  

As I lay across the table, my thoughts were all over the 
map.  However, `How could this be happening to me?' seemed 
to be the most predominant thought I was having. 

Moments later the door opened and my anticipation of just 
Dr. Judy returning was shattered when I heard and saw who 
was with her.  In my surprise and shock I tried to sit on 
my ravaged bottom, but the pain was too great. I had to 
jump on the floor from the slightly elevated exam table.

"Mark, honey, you are such a darling. You took your 
whipping so bravely.  I just know we're going to be so 
happy now that you understand things better now."  Spoke 
Millie, with a broad beaming smile on her face.

"Mark, sweetie, you really made your mother and I proud to 
see you trying to wiggle your little ass as Dr. Judy laid 
into you, but you hung in there and took your whipping with 
pride, just like a good little boy."  Spoke my Aunt Monica, 
my mother's sister, who I hadn't seen in a while.

"Yes, you did make me proud sweetie.  I'm so delighted that 
you did what mommie said and agreed to see Dr. Judy.  It's 
so wonderful to know that you're doing the right thing and 
not trying to be a real man, but instead are making a 
serious commitment to capitalize and optimize your manly 
inadequacies so as to give you parity with Millie's real 
men.  In addition son, this can't but help you keep the 
competitive edge as you work toward becoming Millie's 
husband.  I truly and proud of you Mark.  Let mommie hug 
her baby."

While mother was embracing me, Millie's mother also 
congratulated me for what she'd seen me go through.  It was 
then that I was told that Dr. Judy had arranged for my 
flagellation treatment to be seen on close circuit TV in 
another room, where the women saw the literal blow-by-blow 
on my rear end.

Despite the fact that I was naked below my waist, it was 
too late for me to be embarrassed. 

Mother volunteered to rub the soothing and anesthetizing 
ointment onto my pain wracked rear.  

However, before Dr. Judy would give me the ointment, she 
insisted I drink at least half of another cup of her 
special herbal tea to relieve any stress I might be feeling 
after my ordeal.

	The warm cinnamon flavored beverage was welcomed.  I'd 
come to welcome the mellow feeling it gave me as well as 
the clarity of thinking, from having drank it several times 
before.  I hadn't been able to reason why when I drank the 
stuff, Dr. Judy's reasoning seemed so much more 
understandable to me.

Finally, Dr. Judy was about to hand me the much-desired 
ointment, but it was mother who interceded and took it from 
her.  She decided "I was her baby" and therefore she was 
the one to rub it on my "tenderized" bottom."

I was even more embarrassed that she wanted me to lie over 
her lap.  I wanted to apply the ointment myself, but she 
wouldn't hear of it.  She even asked Dr. Judy for 
permission to use the whippy cane on me if I continued to 
be recalcitrant.  That did it, I quickly obeyed and went 
back to being a mama's boy.

Dr. Judy, quickly seized upon my action as the positive 
benefits of painful discomfort that changes "behavioral 
attitudes" - her words.

To make matters worse, as I was laying across mother's lap, 
and enduring the embarrassment of having her apply ointment 
to my backside - just as she did when I was a baby -
Dr. Judy chose to lecture the women on the proper way to 
flagellate me, should they be called upon to do so.

The atmosphere was so unreal as I lay there and heard 
Dr. Judy go in the fine details of using the various whips, 
paddles, straps, and canes she had in the compartment on 
the wall.

"So remember ladies, let the instruments do the work.  All 
you have to do is apply the right amount of wrist action 
and don't be heavy handed.  We don't want to injure Mark, 
only to make sure that he gets the message that we are 
trying to help him to be cooperative with us as we do 
what's best for him.  Remember, a little goes a long way 
with these fine behavior adjustment tools."  Again, the 
smug look on Dr. Judy's face didn't bode well with me.  But 
then again, what could I do about it? I felt so helpless.

And yes, Dairy, there were disparaging comments about my 
small prick.  "But don't you worry a bit Mark Darling, you 
may not have it there like my real men, but you have it 
where it counts for me - in your mouth."  Spoke Millie as 
she boasted of my pussy suck out prowess, and that she was 
looking forward to my head being back in her wet, drippy, 
shot-off-in snatch, after her real men had used it.

The other women applauded her, as well as congratulated her 
for getting a prize catch, me, who was willing to go to go 
to such lengths for her.

The whole atmosphere in the room was total devastating to 
any shred of manliness I may have possessed. I should've 
been totally and unequivocally outraged.  However, with all 
the talk about me being proud of being less than a man, and 
having been recently whipped, I just didn't have any will 
power to refute or not agree with anything that was being 
said. I had to accept what was being said, and due to the 
mellow sate I was in from the herbal tea, I even felt a 
great deal in agreement with what was being said.  As a 
result, what was being said just didn't bother me.  Maybe 
Dr. Judy's treatment was working already.  Was I becoming 
desensitized to being seen as less than a man?"

###End of Part 2###

Stay Tuned for Part 3: The Shocking Cock Lock 

[Maybe Mid Dec. 2003]
