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Southern Exposure
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail. com)

***

Doreen teaches her husband how to treat her with 
affection and attention through example. (MF, reluc, 
huml, anal-play)

***

The husbands of Doreen's friends hated Ted. They knew 
by heart the conversation on the way home from any 
gathering that the couple attended. It always included 
such thoughts as "Did you see the way that Ted looked 
after Doreen?" and "Ted knows how to treat a woman" 
and "Why can't you be more like Ted?"

The subject of Ted often came up when the girls got 
together, too, with her friends marveling at how 
thoughtful Ted was and how attentive to her and eager 
to do anything she asked. Was he like that at home, 
too?

"I wish," said Doreen. "No, he's just the typical 
thoughtless husband at home, and I have to put up with 
it, because the important thing to me is how he treats 
me when others are around."

They said they would be happy with a similar 
arrangement, but they weren't as lucky as Doreen and 
they could talk until they were blue in the face, but 
their husbands would never change. 

"Luck had nothing to do with Ted being the way he is," 
said Doreen. "Five years ago, he used to be just like 
your husbands. But I found a way to change him."

The friends asked her how, but she said that she 
couldn't tell them, because what worked for her might 
not work for them. If they really wanted their 
husbands to be more like Ted, they had to work out 
their own way to change them. All she was telling them 
was that there were solutions out there. 

***

Five years earlier, Doreen was exasperated. "How could 
you just stand there when you saw that my breast was 
about to fall out of my dress," she said to Ted on the 
drive home from a party. "I didn't expect you to know 
that a seam had come apart or what to do, but you 
could have said something to me."

"I'm sorry," said Ted. "I just froze. I know I should 
have done something or said something, but I felt like 
a statue."

"You're always freezing, Ted," said Doreen. "Whenever 
I need you to get my back, you turn into a 
refrigerator. You're cold, and I'm exposed."

"I've always been that way," said Ted. "You can ask my 
parents. I was always the kid watching from the 
outside. I never jumped into anything."

"But you're a grown man now, Ted," said Doreen, "and I 
know you have the reputation of being a take-charge 
guy at the office. You wouldn't be doing so well if 
you just stood on the sidelines. 

"For some reason, though, when we're out together 
socially, you turn into that kid again. I don't care, 
except when it keeps you from coming to my rescue. 
Then I mind it a lot. You know, I'm always getting you 
out of scrapes, and I don't even bring it up, because 
you're my husband, the man I love. So what's wrong 
with you?"

"I honestly don't know," said Ted. "I guess it's just 
the way I am."

"That's not what I want to hear," said Doreen. "I'm 
getting tired of you just being that way. Unless you 
start working on changing, there's going to be 
trouble. No, you don't have to respond. Save your 
breath and just think it."

***

It was a few weeks later, and Doreen and Ted were 
having a picnic on the beach. It was a freakish, hot 
Indian summer day. The remote area where they liked to 
go was nearly deserted. It was cut off from nearby 
beaches by large rock formations on both sides. Doreen 
had discovered the pathway into the area when she was 
a teenager. In those days, it was a well-known nudist 
spot during the summer, and she and her pre-teen 
girlfriends had made some educational observations 
there. 

Today, they saw no one except for a young couple at 
the other end that seemed to be busy on their blanket 
with their mouths and their hands. They were sitting 
on their beach chairs watching the surf and chilling 
when they heard voices. It was the couple, and they 
were yelling at each other so loud that the sound 
carried down the beach, even though the words couldn't 
be made out. 

They looked over and saw one of the two jump up and 
scream some words at the other one and stomp away 
toward the water. Then the figure was walking toward 
them, and as it got closer, they saw it was a woman, 
then a young woman, then a teenager. 

"Oh no!" said Doreen. "It's Carina."

"Who?" said Ted. 

"Carina," said Doreen. "She's a student of mine, and 
she's bad news. I think she's in a girl gang. I had to 
flunk her, and she came to my room during planning 
period and threatened me. I reported it to the 
assistant principal, and she may have been suspended. 
I hope she doesn't spot me. "

But the girl walking by the water noticed the couple, 
and as soon as she recognized Doreen, she made a 
beeline for her. Doreen got out of her chair, but Ted 
didn't. 

"Are you here to spy on me, Mrs. Nelson?" were the 
first words Carina said when she came up to them. "So 
you can tell Mr. Evans and make more trouble for me." 
Ted and Doreen noticed she was slurring her words. She 
and her friend must have been drinking. 

"No, Carina," Doreen said, "we're just having a nice 
picnic, and we didn't even know you were here."

"Sure," said Carina. "You're just minding your own 
business and not making trouble for anyone, are you, 
you bitch?" With that she jumped at Doreen and grabbed 
her hair and pulled her down into the sand. 

"Ted!" yelled Doreen as she went down, and Ted jumped 
up. He looked down and saw his wife and the girl 
rolling around in the sand. The girl was slapping 
Doreen hard on the face and pulling at her bathing 
suit top. In a second it was off. The girl was big and 
bulky and much larger than Doreen. 

As Ted watched, the girl grabbed Doreen's suit bottom 
and began pulling it down. "Ted!" screamed Doreen, but 
Ted didn't move. He stood there as if in a trance. 

The girl got the suit off and pulled Doreen over her 
lap and began spanking her buttocks as Doreen screamed 
and sobbed and Ted watched. Then she began sticking 
her fingers between Doreen's legs. "Ted, goddammit!" 
yelled Doreen. "Get her off of me. She's hurting me. 
Can't you see. Ted!"

Finally, he seemed to hear her voice and moved to the 
two women, but he couldn't seem to decide what to do. 

"Grab her hair and pull it!" screamed Doreen as she 
struggled to get free. Ted reached for the hair but 
the girl moved her head away. He tried again, but 
again she ducked. Finally, he grabbed a bunch of hair 
and pulled back hard. The girl screamed and released 
Doreen, who jumped up and ran back a few steps. 

"Hold her there, Ted!" Doreen yelled. "Don't let go of 
her whatever you do. When you see I've disappeared 
from sight on the pathway, you can let her go and 
bring the rest of the stuff to the car."

She pulled her suit back on and gathered up some of 
their picnic and began walking toward the path, 
sobbing loudly as she went. Ted held onto the girl by 
her hair and felt her swaying but not trying to get 
free. In a few seconds, he couldn't hear Doreen's sobs 
over the sound of the surf. When he saw Doreen 
disappear from sight, he let go of the girl, who ran 
back to her friend. 

Ted collected the rest of their gear and followed 
Doreen, who was sitting in the car looking straight 
ahead. She wasn't making a sound, but tears were 
running down her face. 

"I'm sorry, Doreen," he started to say. 

"Shut up, Ted!" she said, and those were the last 
words she spoke to him until the following night. 

When he came home from work, she was pleasant, as if 
she had forgotten everything, but after dinner, she 
said she needed to talk to him. 

"Did you know that Carina pushed sand up my vagina and 
anus?" she said. "No, don't say anything. Did you hear 
me screaming your name? Why did you just stand there? 
She could have really hurt me badly. This wasn't just 
something embarrassing. She was dangerous. Couldn't 
you tell? Now you can say something."

"I don't know what to say, except how sorry I am," he 
said. "You are right. I should have jumped in and 
pulled her away immediately. I'm so ashamed. I've 
thought about it a hundred times since then and asked 
myself why I didn't do anything, but I can't come up 
with an answer."

"That's exactly what I thought you would say," said 
Doreen, "but it's not good enough. I asked you to work 
on this freezing of yours and waited for you to do 
something, but you never have. Yes, you're always 
sorry, and yes, you love me, so why can't you change?

"I thought about it since yesterday and decided that I 
can't leave it to you anymore. I need to find out 
what's holding you back. I have an idea already, but I 
have to think about it some more. I should be able to 
tell you in a couple of days. If you come up with 
anything before that, tell me. I'm willing to try 
anything."

Two nights later at dinner, she asked him if he had 
thought of anything, but he said no. "I think I have 
the answer," she said, "and it's actually very simple. 
I don't think you are motivated enough. What do you 
think of that?"

"I don't know," he said. "I don't think I can love you 
more than I do already, and I think I've proven that 
in many ways."

"I know," she said, "and love is a great motivator. 
Many of the things I do are because of my love for 
you. But sometimes, love doesn't work, and you have to 
find other motivation. Let me ask you this, Ted? Do 
you really want to change this habit enough that 
you'll let me help you? Think a moment before you 
answer. I don't want to be overly dramatic, but after 
what's happened, I think the future of our marriage 
depends on what you answer."

"Of course, I'll let you help me," he said. "I don't 
have to think about that for one second, even without 
your threat. I know something has to be done."

"OK," she said. "Right now, I think motivation is the 
answer, and I'm going to work on that. I'll let you 
know when I've come up with something."

That was the last time she mentioned Ted's freeze 
response for many months. He did his best to be more 
attentive to her, but there were a few small incidents 
that he regretted. She didn't mention them, but he 
noticed them himself and apologized to her. He felt 
good about that because at least he was understanding 
what he was doing, and he felt that was a step in the 
right direction. 

***

It was June, and it was already warm. Doreen and Ted 
had driven to a national park a couple of hours away 
early in the morning. Doreen had planned their day 
there. They arrived at 10, just as the park was 
opening, and Doreen said they should go to the ghost 
town first, because there wasn't much shade there, and 
it would be too hot to visit later. Ted said they 
could just skip the ghost town, but Doreen said no, 
and told him which direction to drive. "How do you 
know?" he said. "Have you been here before?" She was 
looking out the window and didn't answer. 

There wasn't too much to the ghost town, just a couple 
of blocks of tumble-down wooden buildings and a wooden 
sidewalk. They walked down one side and took photos of 
each other in front of the saloon doors. At the end of 
the sidewalk, there was an open square that was all 
sand, and beyond that the boot hill. Ted had enough, 
but Doreen kept walking to the middle of the open 
space, where there was a statue of a man and a wooden 
structure. Ted trailed a few steps behind her. 

He saw a man walking toward them from the cemetery. 
"Hi," said Doreen to the man. 

"Hi, Ma'am," he replied. "You folks arrived pretty 
early, but that was smart, because it's going to be a 
scorcher today. Usually, I don't see anyone in the 
park until almost noon. Is there anything I can help 
you with? You know, you look awfully familiar, ma'am."

Ted saw the man was dressed in a ranger's uniform. "Is 
there anything else to see here besides those 
buildings we just walked by and that cemetery," he 
asked the man. 

"No, just that statue of somebody nobody remembers and 
the stocks there next to him," he said. 

"What are the stocks for?" asked Doreen. 

"In the Old West, they were for criminals," said the 
ranger. "Not the dangerous ones. Those went to the 
hoosegow. But for minor offenses, the judge would 
sentence you to the stocks. These have been restored. 
See how they open. The men and women being punished 
had to put their head in here and their hands in here, 
and the top part was brought down, and they were 
trapped. They had to kneel in the dust for a few hours 
while everybody in town walked by and looked at them. 
If you had an enemy, he might slip up behind you while 
nobody was looking and kick you. It wasn't fun. 

"It's probably the most popular thing in this ghost 
town because almost everybody has their picture taken 
while pretending they're locked into it, even though 
we took away the rusty lock for safety. I've got to 
run now. Thanks for coming and supporting our national 
parks."

"Thanks," said Doreen. "We'll see you later."

"I doubt it," he said. "I've got a big circuit to 
make. There are so few of us left because of layoffs 
that we all have to cover a lot more territory. I 
won't be back in this area for three hours, but maybe 
I'll run into you someplace else."

Ted saw Doreen watching the man as he walked to his 
truck and drove off. 

"Have you seen enough of the ghost town?" he said. 

"Yes," she said, "but I want you to take a photo of me 
in the stocks."

"But that's so corny," he said. 

"I don't care," she said, handing him the camera and 
putting her bag down. She knelt down in the dust and 
put her head and hands in the grooves. "OK," she said, 
"but please lower that big piece of wood carefully. " 
He brought down the top piece. 

"Wow!" she said. "Even though there's room around my 
wrists because they're so small, I don't think I could 
get my hands out. It wouldn't make any difference 
anyway, because my head could never get free. OK, I'm 
ready for the picture. Take a couple. OK, now lift 
that thing up. There. It's good to get out of that 
thing. Now it's your turn."

"I don't really want a picture of me in that," he 
said. 

"It's for me," she said. "My picture is for you."

"Oh all right," he said, kneeling down. "But let's 
make it quick."

"This thing is heavy," she said. It wasn't all that 
heavy, he thought. "OK, here it comes. Just a second. 
He heard a metallic noise, and then she was in front 
of him snapping at least five pictures. 

She put the camera away and said, "Stay right here for 
a second. I'll be right back."

As she quickly walked away, he said, "Wait! Where are 
you going?" But she ignored him, and soon she was out 
of sight. He decided he wasn't going to wait there and 
lifted his head, but the piece above him didn't move. 
He was surprised because it didn't seem that heavy 
when he was lifting it. He tried several times, but it 
wouldn't budge. His neck hurt pushing against the 
wood, so he let his head slump down and looked at the 
ground. 

When he heard a noise, he lifted his head and saw 
Doreen walking toward him dragging something in the 
dirt and carrying a bag. She walked right up to his 
head and sat down in the dust facing him. 

"What the hell's going on Doreen?" he said. "Why won't 
this thing open?"

"Motivation," she said. "It took me a long time to 
work this out, but I think I've found the motivation 
for you. You're right. I've been to this place before 
and checked it out. I talked to the same ranger, and 
he told me that families with little kids usually 
don't come to the ghost town when it's this hot. The 
only people who show up are foreign travelers who are 
on a schedule and can't come back when it's cooler. 

"I brought along the lock to fit the stocks in my 
purse. That's why you can't get out. This in my hand 
is a long hose that I hid in the back of our trunk. 
When I came here before, I checked the fittings of the 
water spigot where they connect the sprinkler to 
dampen the dust, so I made sure to get a hose that 
would connect to it -- and it just did. See, on the 
end, I have a power nozzle, the smallest one I could 
find. Now I have to get you ready."

She got up and walked behind him, and he felt her 
hands on his shoes. He tried to kick, but she didn't 
have much trouble getting them off. For a while as she 
was wrestling his shorts and his underwear off, he was 
yelling loudly, but he soon realized that nobody could 
hear him, so he began talking to her, telling her this 
was silly, she wasn't going to prove anything and she 
could be arrested if anyone came. He kept talking and 
struggling while she quietly worked away at him. 

Finally, she gave a cry as the underwear cleared his 
feet, and she brought both articles of clothing around 
to where he could see her holding them up. "Are you 
satisfied, now?" he said. "I've never been so 
embarrassed. I hope nobody comes and reports us."

"I hope so, too," she said, "because we're not 
finished. See this big plastic container in my bag. 
It's full of lubricant. I'm going to put a little on 
these two fingers and then push it inside you, like 
this. Ooo! Those legs are wicked. I've got to be 
careful if I want to put more lube in -- like this. He 
couldn't see her hand behind him, so even though he 
tried to kick at her and move away from her, she 
continued to push the greasy stuff into his anus. 

"That should be enough," she said. "The reason why I 
got the smallest hose nozzle I could find is because 
I'm going to carefully push it into your anus, like 
this. Good. I liked that reaction, both the spoken one 
and the way your body moved. Now, for a few minutes, 
Ted, you've got to stop kicking, because I want to be 
very careful. I've turned the nozzle control to the 
lowest setting, so when I press like this, the water 
will flow into you but not too hard. If you kick me 
with your feet, the setting might slip, and if it goes 
on high power, it might cause internal injuries. 

"That's it. Try to stay calm as you fill up. The water 
is nice and warm, isn't it, because the ground here 
gets so hot, it's like a water heater? When I was 
pushing the lube in, I also put some liquid detergent 
in there, so the water is making your insides like a 
washing machine, freeing all the dirt. There, you 
should be feeling pretty full now, because there's so 
much inside you, it's starting to come out around the 
nozzle. I'm carefully pulling the nozzle out of you 
now, and then we'll wait. 

"You can let go as soon as you want, although if you 
try to hold it in like you're doing, it will probably 
work better. Are you embarrassed just a little? Are 
you upset that I'm not getting you out of this 
situation?

"I'm filming you now with the video camera, just your 
face, because your expressions are classic as you try 
to prevent the inevitable. I wonder what you'll look 
like when it comes out, because it's going to explode. 
Oooeeee! There it goes. It flew out like a canon. And 
there's another one. And another one bites the dust. 
Don't worry. I'm only filming your facial reactions. 
OK, keep on going. I'll be right back."

When she returned she stood in front of his face 
again. "Don't worry, Ted, I also put a shovel in the 
trunk. I'm going to shovel the mud mixed with the 
stuff from inside you over into the cemetery weeds to 
get rid of the evidence. There wasn't that much 
inside, so it won't take long."

He saw her walking back and forth to the cemetery a 
few times with a load of dirt, and then she was back 
kneeling by his head. "Get ready because we're going 
to do this one more time, just to make sure," she 
said. "When I see that everything coming out of you is 
clear, we'll be finished with this part."

She filled him again and waited for him to expel. Then 
she carried more mud to the cemetery. When she came 
back to him, she pulled the lube out of her bag and 
showed him what looked like a rubber ball. "This is a 
bulb syringe," she said, holding it in front of his 
eyes. "See the long tapered nozzle at this end. Watch, 
I'm squeezing it flat and dipping it in the container 
of lube. See how it's sucking up the lube and 
expanding until it's round again. It's now full of 
lube. 

"Now the nozzle gets pushed deep inside you, and then 
I squeeze until the ball is flat again. I'm going to 
squeeze as much lube into you as I can. I want your 
belly to expand from all the stuff inside you until 
it's almost hanging in the dust. I'm figuring it will 
take maybe five balls full. Here goes the first one."

When he was stuffed full of lube, she asked him to 
wait, and she gathered the lube, the bulb and the 
nozzle and walked away, dragging the hose. He put his 
head down and began crying. 

When she came back, she said, "I put everything away, 
so we're ready to leave fast if we have to. I have no 
control over who comes here, but I need other people 
to finish this, so we're going to have to wait. It's 
like a tree falling in the forest. Unless there are 
people around who can see you, there's no real 
embarrassment. Oh, look over there, Ted. I see 
somebody walking this way."

"Oh no!" said Ted. "Doreen, help me! You can't leave 
me like this."

"I'd like to help you," said Doreen, "but I'm frozen. 
Let me see if I can get up and go talk to them before 
they get too close. I want to make sure there are no 
children."

He watched her as she approached the visitors. There 
were three of them. She talked to them a while, and 
then they all came toward him. He saw she was with 
three young women, and all of them were striking. They 
were wearing clothes more appropriate for a TV dance 
competition than a national park. 

Doreen and the three women sat down by his head. 
"These beautiful ladies are tourists from Hungary, 
Ted," she said, "and they don't speak a lot of 
English. They asked what we were doing, and I told 
them that you liked to be humiliated and abused in 
front of strangers and that you enjoyed yelling and 
pretending you were being forced against your will. 

"I asked them if they ever heard of that in Hungary, 
and they said, yes, they make a lot of porno films 
there with that kind of thing. I asked them how they 
knew, and they admitted that they did a little porno 
acting to save money for their trip, but never any 
humiliation videos, although they've watched others 
filming them. 

"I asked them if they would like to help me, and they 
were kind enough to say they would love to since this 
place was so hot and boring. So I told them to go 
ahead, and I would watch and learn from them. 

"The first girl is going to start with a classic, but 
she said it's still the most popular. There, you know 
it, too. It's called spanking. She said sometimes the 
film actors use special whips and switches to make 
marks all over the body, and she wanted to look around 
for a stick, but I told her plain hands would be fine. 
Each of them is going to do one round, spanking you as 
hard as they can until they're too tired to go on. You 
should see how red your cheeks already are, almost 
like they're sunburned. I like the sound of your 
shrieks. I don't think you're going to be able to sit 
down for a few days after this. "

When the spanking was finished, he felt like the pain 
was traveling from his rear all through his body. 
"I'll send some pillows to work with you tomorrow, 
Ted," she said, "but you're going to have to explain 
them."

"The next thing they told me about is something they 
call CBT. It stands for English words, cock and ball 
torture. It includes all sorts of things that are 
really painful, but they don't have any equipment with 
them, so all they are going to do is take turns 
slapping your penis and balls as hard as they did your 
rear. They're also going to be doing a lot of pulling 
of your ball sack away from your body, stretching it 
until you think it's going to rip apart and then 
letting it go and slapping your balls while they swing 
like a pinata. And of course, they'll give your balls 
a lot of hard squeezes. They wanted to take off their 
shoes and kick your ass, your penis and your balls, 
but I won't let them do that."

The CBT only lasted 10 minutes, but when it was over, 
Ted was limp and not responding in any way except for 
quietly sobbing. 

"We're halfway done, Ted," said Doreen. "I wish I 
could stop this, but I feel like I'm on the outside 
looking in. I'm like a statue. This one isn't too bad. 
It's called milking. It starts with one of the girls 
putting a few fingers inside your rear, like that. 
Another one is grabbing your penis and starting to 
pump it up and down, but she's holding it tight, and 
even with the lube that came out of your ass covering 
it now, there's a lot of hard friction and her pumping 
will be rubbing your penis raw. The third girl will be 
manipulating your testicles almost the way she did for 
CBT, but she won't stretch them quite as far or 
squeeze them quite as hard. 

"The girls told me that you will respond to these 
stimuli and actually get aroused, but there will be so 
much pain that you won't feel much pleasure. However, 
once the fingers inside you reach your prostrate and 
start massaging it, it will release your sperm into 
your penis. 

"There, I see a few drops of come coming out. Now the 
girl with her hand around your penis is putting her 
thumb and fingers right where the penis begins and 
squeezing extra hard while pulling down slowly to your 
tip. Just like squeezing a toothpaste tube, it will 
force all the sperm that went inside our penis to come 
out. That's it, scream, Mr. Toothpaste Tube. She's 
squeezing you so that it looks like your penis is 
going to be ripped off. I wish you could see the 
toothpaste ooze out of you! See, the whole point is 
they are in total control, and you give up your sperm 
without even having an orgasm because you're in so 
much pain. You can watch it all later, because I've 
got it all on video."

"OK, now we're ready for the finale. Look at the girls 
now. They've come around so you can see them. See how 
they're all flush. I wonder if it's the heat or 
they're excited about working with you. See, they're 
each holding up one hand. This girl is the smallest of 
the three, and her hand is small, too. This hand is a 
little bigger, and this hand is large for a woman, 
almost as big as yours, Ted. 

"Now the small girl is going behind you and putting a 
couple of fingers into you. There, I see you felt the 
third finger go in. It's a good thing you're stuffed 
full of lube. Now she's making love to your ass with 
her three fingers. In and out and in and out. And 
there goes the fourth. I loved the way you tried to 
move your ass away. That's it. Sway that ass. You know 
what's coming next. 

"I don't think you felt that as she tucked her thumb 
behind her cupped fingers, but now she's making love 
with all five fingers. Now she's going to stop making 
love and start pushing. She told me she doesn't need 
to push hard, just a little. If she doesn't let up, 
she said, your ass eventually invites her in. And it 
didn't take long. She's in all the way to the wrist. 

"Now we'll rest for a minute before the final push. 
We're going to see how far her slender arm can go. 
There she's started. Just gently pushing like before. 
She said the lube does most of the work. There, I see 
she slid in a few more inches. And some more. Now 
she's getting close to the elbow. It's getting harder. 
Bam! It went right past the elbow and kept going. 

"Now, she's resting a few seconds and now she's 
pushing gently again. It's going in, in, in, and 
there, it's all the way to the shoulder. That looks 
amazing. Wait until you see my video. 

"I don't think the other girls will get that far. I 
see you aren't able to say anything, but I can tell 
from your noises that you're feeling special. Now 
she's starting to pull out. She said that's the most 
painful of all, and I can see from your twitching face 
that she's probably right. 

"When she gets to her wrist again, she's going to ball 
up her hand in a fist and turn it sideways and pull 
ever so slowly. She said the pain is intense that way, 
but the big fist looks amazing coming out, and it 
opens a huge hole that looks stunning, especially as 
it slowly gets smaller and goes back to normal. 

"After she does that, we'll go on to Miss Medium and 
Miss Large and then we'll be done. I wonder if any 
other tourists will show up before the girls are 
finished. Maybe we can get some other ideas."

But nobody else showed up. After all the girls 
finished fisting him, they said goodbye to Ted while 
giggling a lot. He saw Doreen walk with them, and they 
were all talking animatedly. Then she came back to him 
and unlocked the stocks and helped him sit down on the 
platform while she pulled on his underwear and pants. 

She supported him when they walked to the car. Every 
step he took caused pain inside his bowels and at his 
crotch, and his rear cheeks were burning from the 
spanking like they were on fire. They didn't talk on 
the way home. She helped him get into the bathtub, and 
he soaked in lukewarm water for a few hours, then went 
to bed and didn't wake up until 7 o'clock. 

She helped him sit up in bed and brought him dinner on 
a tray. He watched some TV after dinner but fell 
asleep watching and didn't wake up until morning. She 
wanted him to call in sick, but he said no. At the 
office, he realized that had been a mistake, but he 
managed to endure the pain until it was time to go 
home. 

By the next day, he felt slightly better. Doreen and 
he didn't exchange many words for almost a week. He 
was glad, because he didn't know how he felt, and he 
was worried he might say the wrong thing. After a 
week, she told him, "Ted, one of these days we have to 
talk." He waited two more days and then said he was 
ready to talk. 

"I don't really have much to explain, Ted," she said. 
"I already told you what I was doing. I know it was 
harsh and painful, but I felt it was necessary. I'm 
just hoping it solves the problem, but we won't know 
until you're no longer in pain and can go out in 
public again. 

"One thing I haven't told you is that I tried to make 
it as realistic as possible, but it was really a play. 
I picked a time when I was sure nobody would be 
around, and I hired those three girls from Craig's 
List. They are actually Hungarian porn actresses, but 
they are working in Los Angeles now. They had lots of 
experience, and they promised me that they wouldn't 
tear anything or cause permanent damage."

"That's all I can think of to tell you. Do you have 
any questions?"

He thought a while, and finally he said, "I guess I 
have one. Do you love me at all anymore?"

"What a question!" she said. "Of course I love you. 
Why do you think I did this? I was afraid that 
eventually your freezing would make me fall out of 
love and end our marriage. This was to save our 
marriage."

He didn't respond, and after a few minutes of silence, 
she got up. 

He thought about leaving her, but decided to make the 
decision when he was less angry. The anger subsided 
slowly, and after a few months, he knew he would stay 
with her. She never mentioned what she did, and she 
was as loving and caring as ever. 

One day, she said she wanted to talk to him about his 
motivation one last time if it was all right with him. 

He said it was, and she said, "So far you are batting 
a thousand, and I feel that the motivation is working. 
But I know nobody's perfect, so I've figured out some 
continuing motivation

"If you do have lapses, we'll be watching the video I 
made of you with the three girls on our big flat 
screen. I'm hoping that will re-motivate you. 

"I've decided I love you so much that I'm never going 
to give up on you, even if you do have a relapse, so I 
also thought about a worst case situation. If you 
start freezing again all the time, I'll begin 
scheduling all of my girlfriends, one by one, to come 
over and watch the video with us. After that, I'll 
start inviting women that you work with in the office. 
What do you think of that for continuing motivation?"

"I think I know a better motivation," he said. "My 
motivation is to never hear you say the word 
motivation again for the rest of my life."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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