Spanked or Divorced By OTKFME@comcast.net

"I'm here for my spanking," I said as I walked through the door
of a suburban house.

"Go ahead and get undressed, I'll be with you in a minute," she
answered.

"What are you going to spank me over, tonight?" I asked.

"The regular spanking bench, but I need to prepare you first,"
she answered.

"OK, I forgot about that," I said.  I went down to the basement
of the house to the correction room.  It was a room filled with
various items to put you on or over for a spanking.  Tonight, it
was the spanking bench, which was made out of wood and was about
waist high.  It had wrist cuffs on the front legs, a wide strap
on top, which went around your waist, and straps on the front
legs that spread your legs apart.  She had spanked me before on
the spanking bench, and it really held me in place.

After I had undressed, she walked into the room and said, "It's
good that you are right on time.  Before I secure you to the
spanking bench, let me prepare you.  So put your arms behind your
back, and spread your legs."  Then she took a small narrow
leather strap and put it around the base of my penis and balls. 
She next attached a thin rope to it, which was about six feet
long. "You can now bend over the spanking bench."  After I bent
over the spanking bench, she first secured my wrists, then
tightened the strap around my waist, then my legs were spread and
secured.

But how did I get into this position?

For the last year, my wife and me weren't getting along very
well.  We were having fights, and soon she threatened me with a
divorce, unless I sought counseling with her.  My wife wanted us
to go to a specific therapist, since she had heard real good
things about her.  So we went there together, and I found out I
wasn't showing my wife and other women the respect that they
deserve.  I guess I was a selfish male, who was completely caught
up with myself.  The therapist said that she knew of a person who
could help correct my behavior and my wife said that if I didn't
get change my behavior, she would divorce me.  I really didn't
want to be divorced, so I agreed to see this person who would
correct my behavior.  So the therapist called a woman named Jane,
and set up an appointment for me.  For my first appointment, I
would first go to the therapist's office, and then we would ride
together to Jane's house.  It was explained to me that this was
better for me because the therapist could help Jane in
understanding my behavioral problem.

So on the day of the appointment, I arrived at the therapist's
office, and we rode over to Jane's house.  On the way over there,
the therapist told me that Jane had helped correct the behavior
problems of other husbands, and that I should do exactly what she
says to do.  We pulled up into the driveway of a medium size
house in the suburbs.  A woman greeted us at the door in her
forties, who looked very prim and proper.  Then we went into the
living room and the therapist described my case to Jane.  Both
Jane and the therapist told me that if I didn't do exactly what
Jane wanted me to do, that I would probably be divorced soon. 
Since I agreed to what ever Jane had in store for me, Jane
escorted the therapist and me to her basement.  There was a door
marked "Correction Room", and when Jane opened the door, I was
surprised at what I saw.  Hangings on the walls were various
paddles, whips, canes etc.   The room also contained a wooden
spanking bench, a wooden horse, a large wooden X on one wall, and
several ropes that hung from the ceiling.

The therapist then said, "Jane's method of correcting your
behavior is by spanking you.  I will assist her with your first
spanking."

"Do I have to be spanked?" I asked.

"It's either a spanking or a divorce.  It is up to you."  The
therapist said.

"I guess I'll submit to a spanking," I said.

"This will actually the first of many spankings from me," Jane
said.  "I want to see you once a week until your behavior
improves.  But for now, take off all of your clothes."

I started to say,  "ButÉ"

And Jane cut in and said, "I want you to do exactly what I say
and don't talk back to me.  So hurry up and get undressed." 
Soon, I was standing completely naked in front of Jane and the
therapist.  I was embarrassed!  Only my wife had seen me naked
like this.  Then Jane guided me by the arm until I was standing
under where some ropes hung from the ceiling.  "Hold out your
arms," Jane said.  Then wrist cuffs were put on me, they were
attached to the roped, and soon my arms were suspended above my
head.  "Spread your legs," Jane said.  Then a bar was put between
my legs, and it had ankle cuffs on each end.

Then the therapist said, "On your first visit to Jane, you are
shaved."

"And I expect you to be clean shaven every time you come here for
a spanking," Jane said.  "So just relax while we shave you." 
Then Jane and the therapist shaved me around my penis and balls.
After they were done, I looked like a little kid again, with no
hair around my private area.  Then Jane said, "Also, before I
spank you, I will attach this to the base of your penis and
balls."  It was a thin leather strap that had a hook on one end,
which was attached to a thin rope.  "You will find out later why
I prepare you this way.  But for now, I am going to let your arms
down, detach your legs, and then you are going over the spanking
bench."  Once I was untied, Jane led me over to the spanking
bench and secured me to it.  I was unable to move, and my bare
bottom was completely exposed for her punishment.

"You are not to speak unless I ask you to speak or if I pull on
this rope," Jane said.  Then Jane pulled on the thin rope that
was attached to the base of my penis.  "Do you understand?"  Jane
pulled on the thin rope, again.

"Yes," I quickly replied.

"Since this is your first spanking, we will only paddle you.  In
your next spankings, various implements will be including a cane
will be used on you."

Then my spanking began.  The two of them spanked me until my
bottom felt on fire and it turned bright red. After the two of
them examined my poor bottom, Jane released me from the spanking
bench, took off the thin strap around the base of my penis, then
had me get dressed.  Then she arranged a time for my next
spanking, and then we left.  The therapist had a pillow for me to
sit on in the car.  She said she would be in contact with my wife
about my behavior.  This information would also be passed on to
Jane.

So back to the present time, again.  Since my first spanking from
Jane, I have been spanked every week for the last two months.  I
have been spanked on everything in the correction room, and have
also felt the sting of the cane.  And yes, my behavior has
improved.  I now treat my wife and women in general with more
respect. I now wonder if I will need a spanking every week, for
the rest of my life.


  
