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.