Wrong Room F/M By OTKFME@comcast.net

Wrong Room

During my college days, I was always in need of extra money to
help pay for my books and my tuition.  So I would always
carefully read the college newspaper where they needed paid
volunteers for various studies.  The ones that sounded
interesting and would fit in my schedule, I would give them a
call.   The ad in the newspaper read, "Earn Money while you lose
weight.  If you are overweight and would like to earn money for
losing weight, please give us a call.  It may require you to
change your behavior and eating patterns.  It is a two-month
study and you get regular weekly check-ups.  Please call
XXX-XXX-XXXX for an appointment."

So I called them, and it sounded like this study would work for
me.  Because of my studying and my lack of exercise, I had gained
about twenty pounds.  I thought this study would be a good fit
for me, and I made an appointment.  I was to report to room B146
in the Student Union building.  I was also told the first
appointment would take about two hours.

When I arrived at the Student Union building, I found out that
the room was in the basement.  After going down the stairs, I
wasn't sure if the room number was B146 or B 164.  On room B164,
it had a sign saying it had to deal behavior modification
studies, so I entered the room.  At a large, high wooden desk sat
the receptionist.

"May I help you?"  She asked.

"My name is Clyde and I have an two-o'clock appointment."  I
said.

"I don't see you on the schedule, but that happens sometimes. 
What study are you here for?"  She asked.

"The one on weight loss.  This is my first appointment."  I said.

"Jackie is handling that study, and I'll see if she will be able
to work with you at this time.  While you're waiting, please fill
out this paperwork."  She said.  Then the receptionist left the
room.

The paperwork seemed okay at first, asking for my name, address,
birthday and so on, but then there were many pages asking me
about my history of being spanked and my thoughts on being
spanked.  I thought this sounded strange, but if I could lose a
few pounds and get paid for it, so I completed the questionnaire.
 After I was done, I put the questionnaire on the receptionist's
desk and read a magazine.

It was strange because all the magazines had to deal with
corporal punishment and discussions about the benefits derived
from it.  Soon, the receptionist arrived at her desk.

"Jackie will be able to see you in a few minutes, after she has
read your questionnaire.  Please keep reading the magazines and I
suggest you use the bathroom, if needed, before your appointment
with Jackie."  The receptionist said.  Then she left the room.

I went to the nearby restroom, not so much because I needed to,
but this way I would be more relaxed.  Then I went back out to
the lobby and continued to read the magazines.

After a few minutes, a woman dressed in a short black skirt, a
white blouse, and a short black suit coat entered the reception
area.  She looked like she was about twenty-five years old and
had a great smile.

"Is your name Clyde?"  She asked.

"Yes it is!"  I replied.

"My name is Jackie and I am in charge of the weight loss study. 
Please follow me to my office so that I can discuss the study
with you."  Jackie said.  She had a large office and I took a
seat.  "I wasn't expecting you, but that doesn't matter.  I am
always looking for new people for this study.  It involves losing
weight through mainly behavior modification.  After you have
completed the program or lost your desired weight, you will be
paid.  How many pounds do you hope to lose?"

"About twenty."  I replied.

"And are you willing to come here on a weekly basis for a
check-up and added motivation?"  Jackie asked.

"Yes!  Especially if it means that I will be able to lose weight
and be paid for it."  I said.

"Good!  Before we can get started I need you to sign this last
piece of paperwork.  It says that you won't be paid until the end
of the program and that you will accept any behavior
modifications needed to obtain this weight loss, even if it
involves corporal type punishment."  Jackie said as she handed me
a clipboard with long legal paper on it.

I read the paper, and although I didn't really know what I was
signing, it sounded okay with me.  After the paper was signed, I
handed it back to Jackie.

"The next thing is to take a few measurements, and I can tell you
more about this program while I measure you."  Jackie said.

Then Jackie got my exact weight, height, and many more
measurements across my chest, waist, and inseam.  I told her I
wanted to lose twenty pounds and everything seemed to be going
well.  We set a goal of losing at least two pounds a week, so my
particular study would last about ten weeks.  Since my study
would last for over two months, I would be paid half at the end
of five weeks and the other half at the end of ten weeks.  Then
Jackie modified my contract, and I had to sign it, again.

"Now follow me to the next phase of this study."  Jackie said.  I
followed her down the hallway to a room with a sign that read,
"Behavior Modification Room A".  It also had a sign that you
could move from 'unoccupied' to 'occupied'.  Jackie changed the
sign to 'occupied' as we entered the room.  This was a large room
with wooden chairs, stools, and many strange looking
contraptions.   On the walls were many paddles, riding crops,
whips, and other strange looking things.

"This is the room where your behavioral modification will take
place.  I will administer whatever punishment is needed to attain
your desired weight loss.  If you reach your goal on a weekly
basis, we will only talk and no modification will be needed.  So
are you still willing to participate in this study?"  Jackie
asked.

"I need the money and I need to lose the weight, so I guess I
will stay with the study."  I said.  "Does the behavior
modification involve spanking?"  I asked.

"I had assumed by the questionnaire and the other papers you had
signed that you understood that this behavior modification will
involve corporal punishment, which includes spanking.  By your
questionnaire, you said that you thought the spanking you
received when you were younger, helped you to become a better
person.  Now these spankings should help you lose weight.  So are
you willing to be spanked?"  Jackie asked.

"I wasn't expecting this type of behavior modification, but if it
will help me lose weight and I will be paid for it, I guess I
will stay in the study."  I hesitantly said.

"For your next appointment, please wear pants that have an
elastic waistband.  Lounge pants work the best, and also wear an
oversized T-shirt.  Underwear is optional.  I will punish you if
you aren't wearing the correct clothing.  If you want to bring a
bag with you punishment clothing in it, there is a changing room
down the hallway.  Now I am going to sit on this bench, and I
want you to stand beside me.  Then empty your pockets and take
off your jeans."

I felt embarrassed doing this, but soon I stood beside her in
only my shirt and white briefs.

"When we are in this room, you will address me as ma'am.  So now
I want you to lie over my lap with your hands and arms on one
side of the bench and your legs are on the other side.  This way
the bench will support most of your weight."  Jackie said.

As I lay down across her lap and on the bench, she hiked up her
short black skirt.  It looked like she was wearing pantyhose and
I was unable to see her panties.  Jackie then said, "Your
spanking will always take place on the bare skin, so raise up so
that I can lower your underwear."  When I raised up, I felt her
fingertips in the waistband of my underwear and I felt her
completely take them off of me.  Then my penis dangled down
between her thighs as I lowered myself back down.  Then to my
surprise, I felt her powerful thighs tramp my growing penis
between them.  As she pulled back my shirt so nothing was in the
way of my naked backside, I was now very aware of her perfume and
could feel her nylon pantyhose against my naked skin.

"This will be your first spanking to show you what to expect if
you don't attain your weight loss.  Depending on how well you are
doing, the spankings may be more severe than this.  That is the
reason for the other equipment in this room.  But I will only
choose the punishment that I feel will help you the most.  Do you
understand, Clyde?"  She asked

"Yes I do," I replied.

SPANK!  SPANK!

"That's 'Yes, ma'am."  She quickly said.

"Yes, ma'am."  I replied.  I wasn't expecting my spanking to
start so soon.  It took me by surprise.

"Also, when are not wearing underwear, it makes it easier and
quicker to spank you.  Do you understand?"  Jackie asked.

SPANK!  SPANK!

"Yes, ma'am."

Then my spanking started. SPANK!  SPANK!  "This study has helped
many students lose weight and sharpen their study skills.  So it
should help you." SPANK!  SPANK!  "I will look forward to your
weekly check-ups and punishments." SPANK!  SPANK!  "And also
never be late for your appointment." SPANK!  SPANK!  "You will
get spanked even before we talk about your weight loss." SPANK! 
SPANK!

Although the hand spanking stung my bare skin, it also made my
whole lower region feel warm and it gave me a different type of
sensation.  I could also feel my penis growing harder and bigger.
 But Jackie kept her thighs together so that I was held between
her legs.

SPANK!  SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK!

"That should show you what to expect if you don't lose your
weight.  You can stand up now, put on your clothes, and make
another appointment with the receptionist.  I look forward to
your next session."

As I stood up, I rubbed my poor sore bare bottom and wasn't
concerned that my penis was standing straight out in front of
Jackie's face.  My ass felt like it was on fire.

"It looks like you enjoyed the spanking."  Jackie said, looking
at my hard penis.

"Sorry, Jackie.  I guess I am embarrassed."  I said.

But then to my surprise, she pulled me over the bench, again.

SPANK!  SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK!

"Always refer to me as 'ma'am' when you are in this room!"  She
said.  "You stand get up, now."

I stood up and quickly put on my underwear and jeans.  My tight
jeans made me acutely aware of my spanking.

"Be sure and thank me for spanking you before you leave."  Jackie
said.

So I said,  "Thank you, ma'am, for spanking me.  See you next
week."  And I quickly left the punishment room and made an
appointment to see Jackie next week.  Then I walked to my dorm
room and lay on my stomach on my bed and studied, thinking about
what had just happened to me.  I still hadn't realized that I had
entered the wrong room.


