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The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision

By: spankedhusband



This is a true account. I choose that word carefully, for this is not a 'story' or a 'fantasy' as, it seems, are most stories on the internet – and elsewhere.

My wife, Gloria, is a woman that is considered by all who see her, as what's referred to as a 'fox' – 5' 4" tall, 120 lbs in weight, with a trim, athletic body. With a quintessential 'bubble butt', a 34b bust boasting an absence of sag and responsive nipples like pencil erasures, blonde hair, and blue eyes that can change from delight to match her smile to menace to coincide with anger.

Married after our college graduation fifteen years ago, like many married couples, we began marriage with an enthusiastic and vigorous sex life and, over the intervening years, unfortunately, degenerating from once-a-day sex to once-a-week to once-a-month.

Again, as with many couples I suppose, we experimented in the bedroom, both of us relatively uninhibited and open with one another as to our desires, preferences, and fantasies.

I had learned – especially over the past year – to become expert in my oral attentions to her delicious hard-body having been introduced to such terms as 'body worship' and 'devotional sex' (more about this subject as my narrative progresses).

I said, "especially over the past year" so I'll go back a bit more than a year to more closely examine our relationship's evolution prior to us making the ten thousand dollar decision alluded to in the title of this account.

More than once over the years I'd described my innermost secret fantasies to Gloria, feeling both embarrassed and unfulfilled when the reality of our intimate relationship failed to match these revelations.

Some would describe my feelings as 'kinky' or 'fetishistic' but, then, I'd read that many men shared these thoughts and feelings. 

In a word, if asked to describe my overall sexual orientation, I would have to describe myself as a 'sexual submissive' dreaming of experiencing the more common dynamics associated with this term – to no avail.

Gloria had attempted to 'spank' me – with little success, owing to her "not wanting to hurt (me)" and her belief that this fantasy of mine was only that...a fantasy. Her conviction, according to her, that I would simply wimp out if she was too severe in her attempts to satisfy my requests for more severity and a feeling that she didn't want to pursue such a relationship only to feel herself a failure to make it work.

Gloria has always been a woman who doesn't believe in doing anything by halves. Whether at her work, on the golf course, playing tennis, maintaining a garden or any of her other hobbies and pursuits, she had a lifelong propensity for giving anything and everything her all.

I made reference to "...the more common dynamics associated with this term (sexual submissive)..." and I caution the reader that I must begin to be more graphic, more open, in my description of these so-called "dynamics".

First, the "spanking" – if that's an accurate term to describe what I craved. I'd been an avid reader of erotica on the 'net, learning the lexicon of the bdsm/ds adherents. Let's start with those acronyms. BDSM, I'd learned, was shorthand for Bondage & Discipline and Sado-Masochism. I knew that the former carried a strong appeal, while the latter was frightening in its implications.

I had long since decided that my understanding of D/S (domination and submission) was such that I 'had a quarrel with it' inasmuch as I was not titillated by the image of a two hundred pound woman body builder who bullies and coerces her lover into submitting to her rule. 

Perhaps some would consider it splitting hairs but I preferred to see my ideal wife in a framework of 'submission and domination'. That is to say, I imagined a relationship wherein I voluntarily submitted myself to my wife's domination and she accepted this responsibility to dominate me within a consensual, loving context.

From my reading, I'd become familiar with CP (corporal punishment); Femdom (female domination); forced 'cleanup' (the requirement that I must lick and swallow my semen immediately after ejaculation - something that carried a compulsive appeal prior to cumming only to morph into revulsion immediately thereafter); disciplinary wife (primarily from the "Disciplinary Wives Club" web site); rimming or anal worship (the tonguing of the dominant's anus at a minimum to licking of her crack and tongue-fucking of her butt-hole for her pleasure).

I'd read of "pegging" (the use of a strap-on or double-dildo to fuck a man). I'd come to believe in the perspective of 'discipline' vs. 'punishment' and the differentiation between the two being simply one of the former being dispensed prior to a man's ejaculation and the latter dispensed immediately afterwards.

I had learned, through my reading, of 'milking' or the ejaculation with a minimum of sexual pleasure for the man, by prostate massage – either with a finger, a prostate massager, or a dildo. This technique, I believed, would be especially effective when a man resisted completion due to a fear of the more acute pain resulting from a diminution of sexual desire prior to his punishment. 

I had imagined being embarrassed by requiring me to masturbate in front of Gloria and, further, being required to cum on one or another part of her body and, of course, then being required to cleanup my mess afterwards – with my tongue. 

I had read of 'safe words' (the option of the submissive to halt a spanking or punishment, for example, with a code word – most commonly 'red light') and believed them to be nothing more than a method for the submissive to 'top from the bottom'.

When I imagined 'bondage and discipline' I took it literally; not playful spankings that were easily endured without bondage or restraints but, instead, 'thrashings' that would be unendurable without restraints. This, I believed, would be especially important in the dispensing of punishment due to the severity of the chastisement and the impossibility of remaining 'in position'. 

I had come to believe that the lack of restraints provided, further, for another opportunity to top from the bottom, since the submissive could slow the pace of the spanking by merely moving and making it more difficult to deliver the desired (by the dominant) measure of pain.

I'd learned of the most common instruments (or 'toys') used for cp. Paddles – wood, leather, and lexan; canes – bamboo and rattan; switches – and the more severe so-called birch, being a bundle of switches; riding crops and quirts; and less esoteric, common household items, such as wooden spoons (a favorite, evidently, judging from the internet), hairbrushes, bath brushes, rulers, yard sticks, etc. (many, seemingly, evocative of childhood experiences sexualizing spanking and, often, the submission to female authority – from a mother, sister, babysitter, etc.

My fascination and obsession with these imaginings led me to badger Gloria to accede to my wishes for her domination and a refusal to accept her insistence that my desire for such an 'arrangement' was nothing more than the stuff of fantasies with little or no connection with (the possible) reality.

Her refusal, that is, until one fateful day a bit over a year ago...

"Dave", she said in a serious tone. "I want to have a talk. If you want to have any hope of realizing your fantasies for our relationship, you will remain silent until if and when I ask you a question." This ominous opening said as we sat in our cozy den, sipping on our respective glasses of chilled wine.

She'd abruptly shut off the television where we'd been watching some mindless 'reality show' and took on what appeared to be a stern countenance.

"I've listened to your repeated requests for my sexual domination. To your requests for corporal punishment and more. 

"As you are aware, I've always seen your entreaties for my acquiescence to such a relationship, as simply fantasies. You also obviously know that I have grown to enjoy your attentions with your tongue – both to my pussy and to my bottom.

"Always, I've considered this 'play' on your part to be an attempt to demonstrate you're sincere in your desire to, as you have put it, be submissive.

"Although I've found some aspects of your subservience enjoyable and, to some extent, evidence of your genuine insistence that you want a total immersion in this lifestyle, I've found others to be a disappointment.

"To tell me, for instance, that you want to be forced to lick up your cum, only to turn away when confronted with my 'creampie' and refuse to eat it, has caused me to doubt your ability to make a commitment of submission to my authority.

"You've told me that you wish to be possessed by me – to be spanked to tears, to be broken, as you've put it, like one would train a horse. But I've always wondered how you'd react if I were to subject you to such severity.

"I've come to conclude that your offer of total obedience to my domination and acceptance of my punishment to be dubious. Dubious because of your possible belief that I will never accept this offer and, further, that I am incapable of doing what would be necessary to establish and enforce my dominance.

"To state it plainly, I think that you are convinced that you can float this fantasy without threat of consequences. That is to say, that I am unwilling to beat you severely and regularly in order to achieve the desired results.

"In this, I tend to agree. At this point anyway, I am likely incapable of such severity. I believe, on the other hand, that I could learn to do these things if I felt that it wasn't an exercise in futility. On the obverse side of the equation, I have doubted if you have the balls to accept my discipline and punishment without wimping out and wanting to opt out of the deal before we accomplished our goal; to wit, your acceptance of my authority, as enforced with corporal punishment.

"For all of these reasons, I've searched for answers. I have, in fact, searched for answers outside of our marriage's current state. In this quest for answers, I feel that I've found a practical and efficacious method to truly affect a paradigm shift without endangering our marriage and my respect for you.

"You've asked if I would lose respect for you if you were to accept such a submissive role to me. I've repeatedly told you that my love for you and, admittedly, my belief that I would enjoy living a life together with such power dynamics, would allow me to continue to respect you.

"I truly believe, Dave, that it takes balls to even approach one's wife with such proposals. I believe also that it would take courage to submit to a whipping if you knew that the whipping wasn't going to be simply playful. If you knew that you would be hurt terribly. Not injured – but hurt much more than you wished.

"What I could not and would not respect would be your guiding me down this road only to pussy out when faced with the reality of truly being whipped to tears; to truly being required to eat your cum whenever and however you ejaculated; to being regularly fucked with a dildo; by being required to masturbate on my body and lick up your mess; and all of the other things that you seem to delight in talking about.

"I've decided that I am weary of your entreaties. I've decided that talk is cheap. I've decided to take the necessary steps, in my view, to ensure that this doesn't occur. I've determined a way that, once you have made the final – and I do mean final – decision to submit to me, I am prepared to take the necessary measures to make these fantasies a reality.

"I told you before I started talking this evening that I didn't want to hear you speak until I asked a question.

"So, listen up. I have only one question for you. I don't want a speech – a simple yes or no is required. Be very careful with your answer. I promise you that I'm not playing games here. This is for real. More than you have even imagined. One question only.

"Are you prepared to accept my decisions in our relationship from this day forward? If so, I promise you will be disciplined regularly – that is, paddled, caned, and whipped to tears at my whim. I promise that you will be punished regularly, always after you have cum. Punished severely, until you cry like a little girl.

"As a reward, I promise you that, through your submission to my total authority, you will be privileged to serve me with your lips and tongue. We will be having intercourse frequently, as we did when first married. The main difference will be that you will always be required to eat my creampie afterwards. Always, without exception.

"I promise you that you will learn to be absolutely obedient and will suffer terribly when you disobey or disrespect me. Now, Dave, for your answer. Only one word – yes or no.

During Gloria's speech, I'd been variously aroused and frightened. I'd felt the formation of precum in my underwear, my erection evidence of my excitement hearing her words. At the same time, I'd been terrified at the finality of her position. In spite of the terror, though, I'd had little doubt as to my decision and didn't hesitate to answer.

"Yes."

"I accept your decision, Dave. I accept your submission. Let me explain where we go from here.

"I've been able to locate a marriage counselor, of sorts. An unconventional counselor, to be sure. A counselor that is perfectly suited to our needs. I will not tolerate any questions on this subject. You've put yourself in my hands. You've put the future of our marriage in my hands. You will accept my decisions without question, without complaint.

"We will not be having sex tonight, although I can imagine that you're all horned up after my words to you. You will not masturbate tonight. We have an appointment tomorrow morning with our counselor and you will be ready to go by eight o'clock.

"I called your boss and told him that we had a family emergency that would require us to leave town for a time. I was rather vague but I did tell him that you'd had a death in the family and were too distraught to make the call to him. He was very understanding, telling me that you should take whatever time necessary to deal with the situation.

"Now, go to bed. Not a word. I'll be up in a while."

This, then, was the proverbial first day of the rest of our lives. A bit over a year ago, it seemed much longer. Had I known what was in store for me, for us, I may have had pause to ponder. I don't think, though, that I would have chosen differently.

End of Part I

The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision Ch. 02



I'd slept fitfully after Gloria's surprising – I guess that shocking would more accurately describe it – pronouncements the night before.

To say that my feelings were ambiguous would be an understatement. Desire and arousal on one hand fought with abject fear on another. Excitement at the thought of at last realizing my innermost desires coupled with the realization that the price of admission, so to speak, would be great.

I didn't question my affirmative answer I'd given last night but I knew that the adage that one gets out of something what one puts into it was both accurate and predictive of my future - my fate at the risk of the melodramatic.

I showered, dressed casually in beltless slacks, a golf shirt, and loafers sans socks. I'd considered going commando but had discarded the notion, thinking that I might need the jockey shorts to soak up any leakage from today's anticipated events.

Gloria was waiting downstairs when I arrived in the kitchen and greeted me with a cheerful, "Good morning."

"Any regrets about your answer last night, Dave?"

"No."

"I think that, yes ma'am and no ma'am will be your answers from now on, Dave."

"Yes ma'am. Please excuse me, ma'am."

"You've always been a quick learner. I hope that you will learn quickly and learn well. I hope that you know, Dave, that you will now learn through punishment and reward. 

Punishment to your body and extreme pain. Reward through the privilege of serving me, sexually and otherwise. I trust that you are ready to travel this road together – beginning today?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very well then, let's go." Saying this, Gloria turned and strode to the garage door.

"No breakfast?"

"You tell me that you understand things as they now are and as they will be and then you not only omit the ma'am but you also question my first instruction. 

"No, to answer your question. No fucking breakfast."

Gloria's profanity startled me. She never swore. Certainly not the 'f' word! Shaken, I quickly answered, "Please forgive me, ma'am. I will learn."

"You certainly will, Dave. Now, let's go, and keep your mouth shut unless I ask a question."

As we drove to an unknown (to me) destination, I had some time to ruminate upon the decision that I'd made. I had begun to comprehend that Gloria was as serious as the proverbial heart attack. 

I was beginning to understand that this was no longer a game. I was rather unclear as to exactly what the day – and beyond – would bring but I sensed that this counselor towards whom we traveled was to influence our lives in a profound manner.

It seemed like we'd driven forever; it seemed like only minutes. As I came out of my reverie, I realized that we'd left our already semi-rural suburb and were passing through farm country, the houses few and far between, separated by vast fields of summertime crops. 

Turning down a lane between two of these fields, Gloria spoke.

"When I park, you are to get out of the car and follow me into the building. Keep your mouth shut. Trust me. You will regret any disobedience or disrespect – to either me or the counselor. 

You asked for this, Dave and be advised – this is where fantasy meets reality. Your dreams are about to come true.

"Dave, in some ways I pity you; pity you because of your imminent introduction to the truism of being careful of what you wish for as your wishes may come true. 

In another way, I realize that you are enviably about to find what very few others probably find - yourself. Here we are."

Saying this, Gloria stood beside the car, closed her door and began a brisk yet unhurried stride to the front door of a modern, sprawling, red-brick, commercial-appearing building, looking for all the world like professional office suites.

With not a little bit of trepidation, I hurried after her, my pulse beating in my ears, my cock hard in my pants, and my imagination running rampant, anticipating what lay within this building.

Gloria rang the bell and a voice issued from a speaker, asking us to identify ourselves. We were evidently expected because no sooner had Gloria provided her name than the door latch buzzed and unlocked electronically.

I didn't know if Gloria had been here before or not. I simply followed her through the foyer into a waiting room with a customary receptionist seated behind a high-end wooden desk. 

I say customary but there was nothing about her appearance that was average. In her mid-twenties, she was positively gorgeous, looking like she would be comfortable as a prom queen or college cheerleader.

"Mrs. Wallace?"

I found it noteworthy that she hadn't said Mr. and Mrs., electing to ignore me as if I weren't even there. Gloria, though, seemed to take this in stride and answered.

"Yes."

Rising from her desk chair – and, in the process, revealing a model's body, dressed in a pleated mini-skirt, riding low on her hips, barely covering her pubic arch, complimented by a midi-blouse, baring a flat tummy and barely covering her breasts. 

When she stood from her desk, I was able to catch a glimpse of the under-slopes of her firm breasts. Unfortunately, she saw my ogling and gave me a scathing look of approbation. The receptionist said, simply, "Please follow me."

Leaving the waiting room and passing through another sitting room, the receptionist stopped at a door with no visible lock or handle. 

After a single rap of her knuckles, the door was – as with the front door – released electronically and the three of us entered what I presumed to be the counselor's office.

The counselor was a stunning woman of perhaps thirty years of age, tall, slender, and truly beautiful. 

She was dressed in a white blouse with the top two buttons undone. The lack of a bra was evident from the nubbins of her unrestrained nipples no doubt delighted by their friction against what looked like expensive silk. 

Circumnavigating her executive-size desk and extending her hand to my wife, this woman said, "Gloria, I presume? 

"I'm Doctor Evans, your counselor and that person who will be in charge of David's initial training to be a submissive husband. We've spoken on the telephone and I'm pleased to finally meet you."

Revealed now, below the waist, I found myself staring at the rest of her body. As with the receptionist, the counselor was wearing a pleated skirt, though hers was a bit longer, hitting her legs a bit over her knees. 

I couldn't help but admire her bubble-butt and wondered if I would be privileged to see her in the nude during my training. I certainly hoped so!

While her smile was radiant, showing perfect teeth and sensuous lips, her eyes seemed to convey an inner strength. I didn't know if it was simply my imagination or if she was, in fact, as possessed of a steel resolve as I suspected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, doctor."

"Please have a seat, Gloria. And, you, David, remove your clothing and hang it on the clothes hooks on the wall directly behind you. 

"When you are nude, stand next to your wife and put your hands behind your back in a parade-rest position, your feet apart, shoulder-width."

Although under any other circumstance, this direction would be unthinkable, I didn't even hesitate, immediately and quickly stripping and moving to Gloria's side.

Adopting a censorious tone, the counselor scowled at me and said, "When you are given an order, David, you will do two things. Firstly, you will immediately reply with 'Yes, ma'am'. Secondly, you will obey. Do you understand, David?"

I found that the counselor's use of my first name – especially my birth name of David rather than the diminutive form of Dave, made me feel more of a child than a man. 

I presumed this to be part and parcel of my training. These thoughts had been halted by the counselor's question and I hastened to reply, not wishing to be deemed disrespectful.

"Yes, ma'am. Please excuse me, ma'am."

"I can see that you will take some serious discipline and punishment to train. You don't listen well but we will teach you to listen and obey. I didn't ask for your ineffectual apology, David. 

"Just a positive, respectful response. Here at the clinic we refer to your misspeaking as speaking out of turn. You will be punished for this breach in proper behavior within the hour."

Having returned to her seat behind the desk, the Counselor looked directly at Gloria, ignoring me as if she'd not just spoken to me. As if I wasn't standing in front of her desk - nude, afraid, and above all, sexually aroused as I'd never been.

"Gloria, we've discussed so many intimate matters, I feel like we've known each other for a long time; although, as you know, we first spoke only a month ago."

The Counselor stopped her talking and looked at me. With a chilling voice, she spoke to me once more. 

"David, if that pre-cum drips onto my carpet, you will dearly regret it. When you are with me, you will always be kept in the nude. Whether I am alone or with visitors, you will always be nude. 

"When you leak pre-cum, you will collect it on the side of your right index finger and then lick off your finger. You will continue with this procedure, always keeping the head of your penis clean. Do you understand?"

I'd already rushed to obey her, running the side of the designated finger along the underside of my cock's circumcised head and licking it like a lollipop, while replying with a, "Yes, ma'am."

Returning her attention to Gloria, the Counselor continued.

"Gloria, I'm going to go over a few basics. I will then recap what we've spoken of to be certain that we are in total accord. After that, I will go over areas that we have not covered. And, finally, I will review the financial requirements.

"To reiterate from our 'phone conversations, I am a doctor in the sense that I received my doctorate in psychology. I am a licensed Clinical Psychologist and my doctoral thesis was in the area of behavior modification. I have taken these conventional qualifications and coupled them with my natural propensities.

"I genuinely enjoy what I do. In my perfect world, all husbands would be submissive to their wives. 

"Not a believer in Utopianism, I accept that I can only help a finite number of women by providing an initial training phase for their husbands, while also equipping the wife with the necessary knowledge to maintain the remainder of their life-long marital relationship as a dominant wife with a properly trained, submissive husband.

"I do not play games. David will not be my slave and I not his mistress nor dominatrix. He will be a submissive husband in training and I his initial trainer. I say initial because, as discussed, upon the completion of his initial training with me, his training will continue under your hand, 'til death do you part."

The Counselor seemed to display the tiniest of smiles at one corner of her mouth and her eyes danced with delight as she went on with her explanation.

"I wear neither leathers nor any other type of fetish apparel. No bustier; no fetish shoes. I am here to help your husband learn his place – his place being one of total servitude to you.

"When he leaves here in a month, he will fear me as he's never feared another person – man or woman. He will fear any and all women, never daring to show disrespect. 

"He will, in his final two weeks, learn to fear you as I tutor you in the finer points of discipline and punishment.

"I will never injure your husband. Hurt him yes – beyond anything that he has ever dared to imagine. But, I will never injure him. 

"He is here to learn true submission to female authority – to your authority. He will learn this through discipline, punishment and reward. 

"The discipline and punishment will be focused on corporal punishment. Spanking, whipping, caning, switching, paddling or strapping. Call it what you will, he will learn to truly fear my chastisement and that of my Clinical Assistants, one of whom you just met.

"By the same token, he will learn that his submission to each spanking will earn him the privilege of serving me sexually. 

"This same dichotomy of pain and sexual pleasure will be the spider's web in which you will keep him from this time forward.

"In order to do this, I will need your authority and permission to discipline and punish him through regular and repeated corporal punishment. Starting today, he will be unable to sit comfortably until his training is finished one month from now.

"As discussed with you previously, I believe that corporal punishment should be applied to the buttocks, the backs of the thighs, and the inner-thighs.

"I absolutely do not believe in CBT, or cock and ball torture, fisting, burning, blood-letting, nor the use of a bastinado to beat the arches of his feet.

"I don't believe in orgasm denial – except to teach David to hold his orgasm until you permit his ejaculation, as the withholding of regular orgasms can be injurious to the prostate gland.

"I am a firm adherent to the adage that the whipping doesn't start until the tears do. I don't mean alligator tears. Beginning today, your husband will learn what it is to be whipped to tears. He will then be transported way past tears to varying degrees of sobbing, begging, howling, screaming, and, ultimately, surrender.

"I keep saying whipping rather than the more benign term of spanking. On the other hand, whipping is a bit of a misnomer for the most part, as I will most commonly be using wooden paddles and rattan canes for your husband's discipline and punishment.

"He will also learn to fear switches, birch rods, and leather straps. The leathering that he will receive will include an introduction to the two-tailed Scottish tawse.

"As I explained, I will be having sexual contact with your husband. I will be doing this for two reasons; firstly, in order to establish and then reinforce his connection between pain and sexual pleasure. 

"Secondly, I will teach him the joy of devotional sex. He will spend hours with his face between my thighs, learning to bring me to one orgasm after another.

"He will spend a like amount of time with his face nestled between my butt cheeks, learning to lick my butt crack and butt-hole, most of the time doing so after I've made him masturbate and cum on these areas. 

"He will be introduced to what many refer to as the submissive kiss; that is, he will learn to tongue-fuck my butt-hole. 

"From time-to-time, I will allow him to penetrate me. This I will allow for two reasons. Firstly, I will teach him to control his orgasm, prolonging its arrival as long as he is required, in order to increase your pleasure. 

"Secondly, of course, he will not only learn to eat my creampie, he will learn to savor it.

"This regimen, I have learned, will result in a genuinely submissive husband. David won't be acting out a fantasy with you – what most would call role playing. 

"He will have accepted that there is no going back. He will have learned that his place is at your feet, obedient, respectful...and fearful of your wrath.

"As to the many details of his training that will cumulate to make his sexual fantasy into reality, he will learn as will you. 

"Know this, though. He will soon come to a point where the mere sight of an instrument of correction in my hand will cause his tears to flow. 

"He will know that when he sees a paddle or cane in my hand, he will very soon feel pain that will move him to sobbing. After his first two weeks' of training, he will then exhibit the same fear of you and your discipline and punishment.

"He will rapidly learn that when he begs for mercy, I will ignore him and spank all the harder. After being restrained for his early spankings, he will learn to submit and maintain his submissive posture without restraints.

"I will not be alone in David's training. I enjoy a staff of personally-trained Clinical Assistants, each one of them an exceptionally attractive, young woman, all of whom have developed a penchant for the corporal punishment of submissive husbands in training.

"The girl who greeted you and guided you to my office is one of those upon whom I will depend for David's regular discipline. His actual punishment will be solely in my hands and I will enjoy teaching him the difference between discipline, before an orgasm, and punishment, which will follow soon after each of his milkings, typically resulting from prostate massage but occasionally from a hand-job, masturbation at his own hand, or intercourse.

"As I explained to you in our earlier conversation, I will not be fucking your husband. I feel that it is important for you to be the first woman to possess his anal virginity. Whether or not you allow other women – or men – to fuck him in your future life together is, of course, your decision.

"While I won't be penetrating him with a strap-on dildo, I will be variously using prostate massagers, butt plugs and other instruments sometimes merely to milk him and other times to better prepare his opening for your acceptance of his ultimate submission to your ownership.

"Not unlike the traditional bride's submission to her husband, these dynamics will have been reversed. Your husband will gladly and eagerly give himself to you. 

"To be fucked – as often as you wish. To be disciplined as often and as severely as you wish. To be punished severely as you wish – for either his misdeeds or simply to satisfy your whim.

"This totality of submission is necessary for your husband to become truly yours. When you leave here with him a month from now, you will leave with a husband that, through his love, will have given himself to you. 

"He will revel in your ownership and strive in the future to please you with his actions.

"I say through his love but this love will be coupled with a sexual compulsion that you will have learned to exploit for the benefit of you both. 

"While I've been describing these things to you, your husband has been kept busy dealing with the copious flow of his pre-cum. 

"He has no doubt been intimidated and frightened by my words but, in spite of himself, has remained aroused by the realization that his innermost desires are soon to be a reality.

"Interestingly enough and also predictably, his erection has come and gone as he has dealt with an admixture of fear and sexual titillation. From turgid to flaccid, his cock has risen and fallen with visions evoked by my descriptions to you.

"His cock thinks that this is for him. His mind is beginning to comprehend that this is about you. About your future happiness. 

"This happiness will not be selfish on your part, as this new understanding of dominance and submission will cause the two of you to enjoy a level of intimacy which will bless you with a marriage beyond compare.

"In a manner not totally dissimilar to the aforementioned bride's giving of herself to her groom's possession, your husband will submit to your total ownership of his body and soul.

"The goal is not one of an obedient puppy. The goal is his commitment to a lifetime of serving you. A lifetime of submission to you; this a result of the artful combination of his fears and desires. 

"This domination is not one of bullying nor coercion on your part. It is, instead, an acceptance by you both that the natural order of things is one of his total submission to your loving discipline and punishment as matters of course.

"For your part, you will have not only learned but totally actualized your role as the happy wife and owner of a properly trained, properly prepared, properly submissive husband.

"Do you have any questions so far?"

I knew that I had a long list of questions. I also knew that the question had been addressed to Gloria, ignoring me as the Counselor had done since instructing me on the collection and licking of my pre-cum. 

On that account, the Counselor's narrative had caused a steady flow which I'd eagerly scooped and licked from my right-hand index finger.




The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision Ch. 02



For the first time since the Counselor had begun speaking, Gloria broke her silence.

"I understand everything that you've said and I whole-heartedly approve of both your methods and the ultimate goals of the training."

"Gloria, as I explained in our previous conversations, I don't do this for charity or simply a belief in what I am doing. True, I firmly believe in our aims and their culmination in properly trained, submissive husbands.

"That said, I will reiterate our financial terms. Your presence here causes me to conclude that you are prepared to meet our financial requirements?"

"I've brought my checkbook."

"Fine. Nevertheless, I will describe the financial arrangement to make absolutely certain that there is no misunderstanding.

"My fee, stated succinctly, is ten thousand dollars. That amount is due today and is non-refundable. This arrangement serves two purposes. First, obviously, it pays for my time, the time of my staff, and the operation costs of this clinic.

"Secondly, it provides an incentive for your continued commitment. Again, your husband will be given periodic opportunities to opt out. Wimp out; pussy out; whatever you wish to call it. He will be allowed at our once-weekly meetings to simply quit and walk away.

"The both of you will understand that if this occurs, you have pissed a rather significant amount of money down the drain.

"The full month's training period, I have found, is necessary to accomplish our end. In only one instance among very many clients, it has been necessary to repeat the training.

"If this happens, there will be no charge for a two-week remedial stay, here at the clinic, with you involved. I will, during this time, ascertain whether you are simply slacking in your duty to provide rigorous, severe discipline and punishment or you simply have a stupid or obstinate husband.

"Trust me. I assure you that if you have to bring your husband back to us, we will make him rue the day that he dared defy your authority, whether through his disobedience or his disrespect.

"If you understand these arrangements, please give me a check and sign the documents that my assistant provides for your signature."

At this, the Counselor evidently pushed a button to release the lock on her door, the buzzing evident. I didn't dare turn to look behind me, as the assistant joined us, closing the door with an audible click behind her.

I was mortified to be standing here nude, in the presence of three fully dressed, undeniably beautiful women, pre-cum issuing from the head of my cock, waiting for my personal version of 'The Story of O'. 

This was by no means Roissy but it was similar enough that my mind was awash with a stew of sexual desire and abject fear.

"Nancy, you've met Gloria briefly. Her husband will be staying with us for the next month and she's given me a check for his tuition. Please show her where to sign the necessary releases and confidentiality agreement."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Gloria, please initial beside each paragraph and sign each agreement at the bottom. We look forward to working with your husband in the next two weeks, helping him to learn service to women. 

"In the following two weeks, as I'm sure Doctor Evans has already explained, you will be our guest and have ample opportunity to assume control of your husband and learn the necessary techniques for his life-long servitude to your authority."

I'd watched Gloria initialing and signing the documents as I'd listened to the assistant, Nancy evidently, speak. Nancy's words had both aroused and chilled me – the arousal obviously winning out as I felt my throbbing erection standing proudly.

In another moment, Gloria had completed both documents, handing them to the Counselor and abruptly standing in front of her chair. 

Reaching across the desk to shake hands with this Counselor/Doctor, she then swiveled to repeat the gesture with the assistant. 

Gloria then gave me a searching look, her eyes seeming to probe beyond my own for confirmation of my acquiescence to this new reality, and then turned back to the Counselor.

"Gloria, as I explained, at periodic intervals your husband will be given the option of quitting and walking away. 

"These opportunities will occur with a scheduled periodicity of once weekly. At any other time during each week, he will not be granted such a choice. His ass, so to speak, will be mine.

"David, you have heard everything said here today. If there was any doubt in your mind as to our firm commitment to your successful training, I trust that such doubt has been eliminated. This will be your last opportunity to opt out until one week from now. 

"Your cock seems to be voting for you but I will accept only your verbal acceptance or refusal to submit. So, David, do you submit, first to my authority in this initial training phase and to Gloria during its second half and thereafter?"

Without hesitating, I knew my answer. As the counselor had correctly noted, my cock, at least, was enthusiastic about this. 

I knew that it was irrational; that it was, in the eyes of many, foolhardy. I realized, also, that I was entering into a terrifying place and that I would suffer greatly before it was complete. 

My deepest conviction was that I looked forward to the adoration that I'd be privileged to bestow on Gloria, along with a need that I'd come to accept, to wit, my basic submissive nature combined to make my answer somewhat self evident.

"Yes, ma'am."

As Gloria stood to leave, the counselor spoke up.

"Thank you, Gloria, for entrusting me with such an important mission. I want to reiterate the point that I will be assisted in my work by my assistant, Nancy and others, all of them having been personally trained by me. 

"They will also have the privilege of breaking your husband and participating in most aspects of his training. I say privileged because Nancy and her counterparts very much enjoy their work. 

"Nancy and her fellow Clinical Assistants, without exception, get wet from the severe spanking of our submissive husbands in training.

"They will, each and every one of them, luxuriate in the satisfaction of watching his butt go from white, to pink, to red, to blistered and welted; and his eyes streaming tears. 

"They will relish the sounds of his crying, sobbing, blubbering, and begging. They have learned to ignore the initiates' begging, remaining resolute in the application of genuinely severe, corporal punishment.

"They will also have sexual contact with him, both for his benefit in learning to associate pain with pleasure and pleasure with pain; and, to teach him the vagaries of cunnilingus, analingus and other skills necessary for devotional sex.

"Lastly, to amplify what you saw in the documents that you just signed, I will likely have others use your husband during his training. I will let no one fuck him, but beyond that, his mouth is not only for use by my staff and me. In all likelihood, his mouth will also be used by others."

"Yes, Doctor, I understand these things and thoroughly approve of your methods. You won't be hearing from me again until I ring at your door in two weeks. That is, if David doesn't pussy out at his next opportunity in a week."

Saying this, Gloria spun, and walked to the door, its buzzing proof that the counselor had pushed a release button, presumably in the knee-well of her desk.

"David, turn around and follow Nancy; she will take you to where you will have your first lesson in discipline. When she has finished, I will join you for your first punishment spanking. 

"As you are aware, you will be milked after your discipline in preparation for your first punishment spanking at my hand."

So began my first week of initial training.



The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision Ch. 03



After my introduction to my new Counselor and one of her Clinical Assistants, my head was spinning with visions of paddles, canes, pussy-licking, butt-licking and more. 

My other head continued to throb with arousal, its steady flow of pre-cum providing a constant task for me to collect and lick from my finger.

As if the events and revelations of the past hour hadn't been arousing enough, the sight of Nancy's trim buttocks in front of me as I followed her down the hallway, and the realization that I would soon have the privilege of burying my face between her cheeks, thus paying homage to her spectacular ass-ets, provided yet further excitement to my racing mind.

Our walk through this main hallway ended and we entered a room that was comfortable, yet utilitarian. Soft carpet beneath my bare feet and a warm ambient temperature, combined to provide an almost cozy atmosphere. 

This coziness, however, was in stark contrast with items that I recognized from my internet explorations.

A punishment bench, covered in leather, boasted leather restraints for wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist, and I would obviously be in a kneeling position on it for correction.

Next to this apparatus was a leather-covered conventional bench with restraints at each corner for wrists and ankles and a waist-strap midway down its length.

Next to this was what I had learned on the internet to be a whipping horse. Looking like a pommel horse without the pommels, it too had leather cuffs at its base for ankles and wrists, with another strap across the top to restrain the waist.

The walls were not, as in a typical internet fantasy of a 'dungeon', lined with punishment instruments. 

Instead, there were several wood chiffoniers along one of the walls - presumably filled with the necessary tools for Nancy and the other Clinical Assistants that the Counselor had described. 

The remaining three walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling drapes. 

Needless to say, I presumed that this Doctor/Counselor would be using these unseen, yet feared, instruments of my correction and training in the coming days and weeks.

"David, I want you to kneel on the punishment bench for the first part of today's training. As you heard your counselor, it will be my responsibility to spank you severely enough to bring you beyond tears to actual sobbing. 

"I want you to understand that I take my responsibilities very seriously. Make no mistake. Before I am finished with your first spanking since your arrival today, you will be reduced to begging. Know that I will not be moved by your tears nor by your begging.

"Once I begin your spanking, there will be no turning back. I want to confirm that you are submitting to this training of your own free will and that you are not being coerced or threatened into accepting this discipline. 

"Do you want me to spank you, David? Do you want me to spank you severely and cause you to cry; to sob like a little girl? Answer me!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Nancy had been speaking while fastening the restraints and I was now firmly in place, unable to even squirm, much less escape the coming spanking, now a fait accompli.

"I will be using a wooden paddle, a quarter of an inch thick, in order to minimize bruising and maximize stinging. Between sets with the paddle, I will use a rattan cane, also delivered in sets. 

"I want you to sob and scream from your spanking, straining against your bindings. Finally, I want you to surrender to your thrashing, knowing that we will never injure you. We will, on the other hand, hurt you very severely. We begin now."

Her words were punctuated by a stinging on my right buttock that was obviously delivered with skill. As I processed the pain from this first spank, I knew with a certainty that I was in the right place.

I knew that I wanted to be my wife's submissive husband. I knew that there was a price to be paid for this privilege. I knew in my heart that I also needed to be stripped of my male pride and freed from my macho self-image in order to yield to Gloria's dominance.

My analysis was caused to cease with the relentless application of the wooden paddle. Its sting was indescribable, each spank cumulating with the previous spanks to create a fire in my butt that I'd never felt.

Again, I knew that Nancy had just started. I'd not been counting the spanks as she aimed the paddle from one cheek to the other, time after time, over and over.

She wasn't spanking particularly hard and she seemed to read my mind when I was thinking this.

"Notice, David, that we don't beat you hard. It's not necessary. By spanking harder, we would simply increase the probability of injury. We know that a relentless application of paddles and canes will achieve the desired results; tears, surrender, submission."

Nancy could apparently chew gum and walk at the same time as the saying went. She didn't miss a beat (pun intended) with the paddle as she lectured.

"Notice, also, that I am alternating the spanks from one cheek to the other. In a moment you will learn the difference achieved by repetitive spanks to one cheek. In this pursuit, and to be certain that you learn this difference, this is what I will do."

Nancy had stopped her metronomic paddling and I could feel my butt's heat from her initial assault.

"When I resume your spanking, I will be giving you two spanks per cheek, then three, four, etc., until we reach ten. I will be very disappointed and totally shocked if you aren't a sobbing mess before we get to ten. Whether your sobbing begins at three or nine, I will break you now. 

"I understand that this will be the first time that a woman has spanked you to tears. I will enjoy being the woman to introduce you to the realization of your fantasies. Cry for me now, David."

One, two on my left cheek - not so bad. Two on the right cheek. Three left, three right. Four, five, six, and my resolve not to cry out and beg was obliterated. I felt ashamed and unmanly as I begged Nancy to slow down for a moment, not so fast, please stop, on and on went my begging. And on and on went the spanking.

I lost count way before Nancy had finished her demonstration; long before we'd reached ten per cheek. I knew the count only because the paddling had ceased and I concluded that she'd completed the series to ten.

Perhaps the paddling had ceased but my sobbing had not. I was shamed by my unmanly display, wondering if previous occupants to this punishment bench had acquitted themselves with greater aplomb.

"That was the first part of your spanking, David. In a moment, after you've somewhat recovered from what I consider a 'warm up', I will introduce you to the cane."

Warm up? Good grief! While it had probably taken less than ten minutes to reduce me to a blubbering mess, the spanking that I had just received was by far more severe than anything that I'd previously experienced. My butt was throbbing and felt hot and swollen.

"While the sensations from the rattan will be very much different from the wooden paddle, the result will be the same. When I've finished with a series of the cane, you will again be begging and crying. 

"This room is sound-proofed and you shouldn't resist your need to cry and sob. In fact, I enjoy the sounds of your crying as they provide an affirmation that my efforts are effective."

As Nancy had been speaking, I'd regained some semblance of recovery from her so-called warm up spanking. 

I knew that there was nothing that I could do to prevent the coming caning nor, for that matter, what was to follow from, presumably, an even more severe chastisement from the Counselor. My respite was brief, however.

The sting of the cane was indescribable. I'd read stories on the 'net that said a cane stroke was like a line of bee stings or a line of fire as it connected with bare flesh. These descriptions were not inaccurate.

As with the paddle, Nancy didn't pause for long between spanks, delivering the rattan cane strokes with perhaps a ten-second interval between. 

I attempted to count to myself as she continued her relentless assault on my already inflamed buttocks but soon lost count. I'd been able to count to fifteen before I simply broke down, again, in uncontrollable sobbing.

"That's right, David. Don't be afraid to cry and beg. There is nothing unmanly about it. You've proven your manliness by your display of courage, subjecting yourself to this and more. 

"You have proven your manliness by acknowledging your desire to totally satisfy and serve the one woman that you love and cherish above all else. You have nothing to prove now. You aren't here to prove anything. You are here to learn."

As with the paddling, she lectured while she spanked, with no interruption to the thrashing. Thrashing, I thought, was the correct term to describe what I was receiving. 

The cane's ceaseless message of pain had reduced me, again, to a sobbing mess. Suddenly the cane strokes were delivered much more rapidly - perhaps one stroke every two seconds - and the result was devastating.

"With the paddle, you learned that we use multiple spanks to the same spot in order to intensify the pain. We also use rapidity to cause you greater distress and this is especially true with the cane. 

"You're now experiencing the effect of this more rapid delivery. I want to hear you scream and beg for me, David."

"Please, ma'am, not so fast. Can we please stop for a moment?"

I was disgusted with my own crying and begging, feeling unmanned in spite of Nancy's words. I had grown up believing that men simply did not cry. 

I'd held my tears at my mother's funeral, after cancer took her away at a young age. I'd avoided tears when Gloria had spanked me, though I had learned this day that her love pats were simply inadequate in the pursuit of my genuine submission.

I was learning my lesson of submissiveness the hard way. I was learning through pain of a nature that I'd never imagined, let alone experienced.

I'd told Gloria that men were basically pigs. That men who saw her in public would, with rare exceptions, want to fuck her, to lick her pussy, to lick her butt. 

I'd told her that this power of women was, for the most part, unrealized among women. That most women would have difficulty accepting the fact that, as they strolled through the mall, for instance, watching eyes undressed them and imagined their nude body revealed for them to see.

I'd told her I believed that my status as her husband didn't automatically confer the privilege to give her pleasure. 

I'd told her that I was prepared to accept whatever regimen of discipline and punishment that she dictated - in order to earn the privilege of fucking her, of licking her, of doing for her what most men (and not a few women) would dearly desire if given the chance.

I was learning, now, that the expression of no skin off my ass was the inverse of what I was now enduring. 

I was paying with the skin of my ass, accepting that my buttocks were swollen, welted, and no doubt blistering from my first experience over this punishment bench.

I'd heard the Counselor say that I was to learn to sexually serve a woman - the whole point of this time and expense being to learn to better serve and pleasure Gloria - and Nancy was clarifying for me the price that would be exacted from my body and, for that matter, my mind, for such privileges.

As with the paddling, Nancy had paused in her castigation, giving me time to recover from the latest lesson that I'd learned - a lesson of pain, and how the cane differed but replicated the experience into unmanning. I was learning that this unmanning was necessary.

I knew from my reading, and from my own experience, that men were, in fact, like little boys inside. I'd read of how they threw temper tantrums, flying off the handle over nonsense. Guilty, as charged! 

Many were the times that I'd embarrassed myself by my childish actions. I was under no illusions that the training I was to receive in this clinic would cure me of this basic nature.

I did, though, expect that I could be trained to moderate such infantile behavior and also taught to understand the consequences of same. The consequences, I was rapidly learning, were far more severe than I had imagined. 

Somehow, I knew intuitively that this severity was necessary. I knew that, if I was to be genuinely submissive to Gloria, that I would be required to become totally familiar with being thrashed. 

And, in spite of my tears, my crying, my sobbing, my begging, I knew that this journey that Gloria and I had embarked upon would give us a oneness that other couples could never dream of.

Again, my thoughts were interrupted by Nancy's voice.

"It's time to repeat this cycle again, David. That is, I will now repeat the paddling that you received, following it with another caning."

"Please, ma'am, no more, I can't take it."

"First, David, you were told to keep your mouth shut. We allow you to cry and beg for mercy during a spanking. We do not allow for discussion. 

"Sorry, David, but you can and will take it. You will learn today that you are not the choreographer for your spankings, for your training. 

"You are here to learn submission and in this pursuit, we will be relentless."

Nancy had stopped talking and was now concentrating on my second paddling since we'd entered this room. Unlike my first paddling, this was much faster but, as she'd previously explained, no harder. 

Although it was no harder, the rapidly snapping spank of the paddle was much more painful owing to both the speed of the swats and the tenderizing that my buttocks had already endured from what I now understood had been only my first paddling, followed by my first caning.

Both had reduced me to crying, to sobbing, to unmanning. This second paddling had brought tears before Nancy even started. It had brought begging, again, before Nancy had begun anew with the wooden sting with which I'd so recently become familiar. 

What I was not yet familiar with, though, was the excruciating pain wrought with this second application of her wooden stinger following so closely after what I'd already endured.

"You will be punished when Doctor Evans joins us. You will be punished for speaking out of turn to me twice. You will be punished because you need to learn what punishment feels like after a proper serving of discipline from my paddle and my cane."

The paddle was driving me into a frenzy. Without a doubt, had I not been so securely bound to the punishment bench, I would have hurt myself in a vain attempt to escape from the paddle's incomprehensible - before today - level of pain.

"Time for us to go from two up to ten, David. Remember this exercise? What a joy it will be to hear your girlish shrieks and know that my competence with this paddle is the catalyst for your distress. Cry harder for me now, David."

Her admonishment to cry harder was unnecessary. I was already a mess, my face streaming tears from both eyes, my nose leaking a disgusting flow of mucus, my breath being caught in gasps as I sobbed like a baby. 

I had said that I wanted to cry like a little girl. This was far beyond that. I realized that it would never be justified to thrash a child in this manner. 

I realized also that, though I often behaved as a child, my childish behavior being one of the reasons that I found myself over this bench being thrashed unmercifully, I was not a child. 

I was a man. And as a man, as a man purporting to desire submission to his wife, I needed to be brought to heel. 

I needed to be broken down so that I could be remade in an image that would be conducive to a long and happy marriage with the woman that I had adored for two decades. The woman that I longed to cherish, to devote myself to. 

I yearned for a relationship that found me, tear-faced, between Gloria's thighs; between Gloria's butt cheeks. 

Paying respect and demonstrating my devotion. This, then, was why many referred to this commitment as devotional sex.

I'd been lost in a sea of pain and almost disconnected from this second paddling. I was aware only of the increase in the amount and difference in quality by this corporal punishment to my bottom.

Again, I realized that Nancy had finished this set only because, after minutes had elapsed without further spanks from the paddle, my sobbing was beginning to abate - slightly. 

Oh, no. I could feel Nancy tapping the cane against my buttocks, as if aiming for her next set with the cane.

I begged. I screamed that I truly couldn't endure any more. And then I began crying uncontrollably, before she'd even begun with the cane. 

I knew in my heart that she wouldn't acquiesce to my entreaties but beyond reason, I begged for mercy. As expected, Nancy ignored my pleading and resumed with my training.

"I hope you are learning, David. Your crying and sobbing have been music to my ears. Your begging has been a tacit acknowledgement that you recognize your position. 

"It is for you to beg and for Doctor Evans and her Clinical Assistants to teach you to do so as you are brought to levels of submission that few men are privileged to experience."

Nancy was again demonstrating that she was able to lecture and spank simultaneously. The cane was spanking with barely a few seconds between cuts. I knew that my butt must be a mess and didn't know how much more that I could endure. 

Immediately, after this thought, I realized that I could and would endure whatever my trainers dictated. They, after all, knew how to train a submissive husband. 

This was their expertise - and I was acutely feeling that expertise on my already sore and swollen buttocks.

"Actually, David, you've taken the first part of your thrashing rather well. Of course you have cried copiously. You've sobbed and begged. These things are expected of you and you've not disappointed in that respect. 

"Aside from that, though, you've shown the courage of your convictions. You've begged for me to slow down or not to spank you any further today. You've not begged to leave. So, just for fun, do you want to leave?"

"No, ma'am."

"Do you want to be spanked by Doctor Evans after you've been milked? After you have lost any sexual component to your thrashing?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do you want me to finish this caning by caning you even more severely? Before you answer, know that if you ask for it, I will concentrate on the under curve of your buttocks, where your bottom is most sensitive. 

"If you voluntarily consent to this further caning, I will remove my skirt and blouse. Be advised that I am not wearing underwear and my pussy has been waxed thoroughly. This is true of all our Clinical Assistants, as well as Doctor Evans. 

"Additionally, I will be parting the drapes on the wall to your left, which will uncover the floor-to-ceiling mirrors behind them. 

"This will allow you to watch me, nude, give you the additional training with the cane. If you want to learn, David, ask me now to cane you in that manner."

Nancy had stopped the caning, waiting for my response. As I gathered my thoughts, I could feel my butt throbbing from the unprecedented thrashing that she had so professionally delivered.

"Yes, ma'am. I want to learn. Please cane me, as you described, on the under curves of my buttocks. Please cane me severely and give me the privilege of crying for you."

"Very nice speech, David. I'd be very happy to accommodate you. Know now what a caning can feel like as I introduce you to this next refinement to a proper and thorough caning."

Nancy had stopped speaking and had gone to the wall and parted the drapes. As described, the wall was covered with mirrors and I could see her walk back to my side. 

As promised, she then removed her skirt and blouse, revealing a flawless body, totally nude, totally without hair other than that on her head.




The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision Ch. 03



Before her first spank to this virgin territory, I had naively believed that the pain I'd thusfar experienced could not be exceeded. When the cane struck the underside of my left buttock, I found out how wrong that I'd been.

I could hear my screams and unabashedly began begging. Frantically, I beseeched Nancy to give me some surcease from what I felt was akin to torture. 

But, as before, she ignored my pleading and expertly spanked the same place on each buttock repetitively.

Again, I came out of a fog of pain, still crying, still sobbing, still embarrassed by my unmanning. 

This time, though, something was different. Instead of hearing Nancy's voice as she crooned to me, I could overhear her conversation with the Counselor.

"He took his first thrashing rather well, Doctor. As you can see from the condition of his buttocks, I've done my best to prepare the canvas, as it were."

"Well, Nancy, it's time to milk him. As usual, as with any other husband in training, I want him to be devoid of sexual desire or excitation when I introduce him to his first genuine punishment spanking.

"I am pleased to see you in the nude, as this tells me that David submitted to an additional dose of the cane for the privilege of watching you spank him while you are nude. 

"As you know, when I've given him this first of his punishment spankings here, David will have learned to fear me. 

"He will have learned not to forget himself as you and I teach him to better serve a woman sexually. He must understand that his service to us, and later to his wife, is not for his benefit but for ours. 

"Admittedly, he will grow to become aroused time after time by his continued answer to the axiomatic call of it's better to give than to receive."

After the thrashing that I'd just endured, the feel of four feminine hands stroking me and two female voices telling me that I had done well so far gave me an inordinate sense of accomplishment. I felt proud that I had pleased them. 

One of them had reached between my legs and was stroking my tiny cock, retreating as it had - not unlike a dog tucking his tail between his legs in fear - and coaxing it back to tumescence.

They didn't talk now. They simply massaged, comforted, and aroused. Nancy had inserted a finger in my butt hole and it felt moist as if she had lubricated it. 

The Counselor was softly stroking my shoulders and upper back. 

Nancy was massaging my now erect cock and finger- fucking me. 

The Counselor, I could see as I watched them in the mirror, was massaging my shoulders, while Nancy was finger-fucking me with one hand and hand-jobbing me with the other.

"The hands that you feel giving you sexual pleasure, as you can see, are Nancy's. You've earned this privilege through your gift of pain for her. 

"By crying and sobbing like a little girl, you made Nancy very happy. Her goal is to help break you. Help only, David.

"If you didn't already figure it out, David, Nancy's little warm-up and her present milking are a prelude to your first punishment thrashing. I will enjoy breaking you today, David.

"I hope that you are terrified. If you are not, then you are an idiot. And, I don't think you stupid. 

"I know, then, that you are coming to understand that we here at this clinic are results oriented. We told your wife that you would leave here in a month, a changed man. A submissive man.

"This, David was a bit of a fib. For, you must understand that you will leave this room today, as that changed man, as a submissive.

"In a moment you will ejaculate into Nancy's hand. If you try to avoid ejaculating, knowing that your spending will be immediately followed by my training, by my punishment spanking, then she will simply coax your ejaculation through stimulation of your prostate gland.

"I would guess that you already know what will happen after you've filled her palm with your cum. Today, you will receive your first lesson in cum eating. 

"After you cum, Nancy will put her palm under your mouth and you will, without hesitation, lick it clean. You will grow familiar with your own taste in the weeks ahead of us.

"Beginning in a moment and for the rest of your life, you will consume every drop of ejaculate that you produce. Today, for your first taste, it will be from Nancy's hand. 

"This is your passport to earning the privilege of licking your cum from more intimate parts of our bodies.

"Cum for us now, David. Cum so that Nancy can feed you your first load of cum. Cum so that I can thrash you and complete the task of unmanning you."

As my counselor spoke, I'd been conflicted between sexual arousal and fear of what was on the agenda to follow. 

In spite of myself, I felt myself spurting into the soft hand of Nancy, already feeling disgust at what I knew would be required of me.

I felt Nancy's finger withdrawing from my backside and her other hand quickly traveling the short distance to my mouth, insistently waiting for my tongue. Again, Doctor Evans began speaking.

"Open your mouth, David and lick Nancy's palm clean from your cum. Do this now, David or, trust me, I will whip you bloody. And, I mean until the blood runs down your legs. Now!"

I licked at the disgusting, slimy cum in Nancy's palm. I licked as a man would seek water after parching on a hot and barren desert. 

My revulsion at the act was far outweighed by my fear of Doctor Evans. Before she'd once spanked me, I knew that she was the real deal. I knew that Nancy's so called warm-up was but a gentle introduction to my first real punishment spanking.

As I thought about this pending thrashing, I found myself wishing that Nancy's palm contained a quart of cum and not just the little series of squirts that I'd produced. 

Wishing this not because of a magical transformation in my tastes but by a wish to delay what I had been warned of.

I could see that both women had stepped away from my body and I waited for my punishment spanking to begin. I knew that it would hurt exponentially worse because of my milking and because of my just-finished discipline spanking. 

My Counselor's voice was the next thing that I heard. I was thrilled as I watched her remove her clothing, revealing a buff body, tanned without any tan lines, her pussy as smooth as Nancy's.

"My Clinical Assistants and I will always be in the nude when we discipline and punish you, David. 

"You, on the other hand, will be nude at all times, whether serving beverages to our guests or learning more esoteric skills that will better prepare you for a life of consensual submission to your wife, Gloria.

"I will begin now, David. The first difference in this caning will be the target. I don't know if you noticed that Nancy concentrated her spanking on your buttocks only. 

"She avoided your thighs by design; she left them for me to cane. It's time for you to learn that spanking to the thighs is immeasurably more painful than to the buttocks.

"Scream for me, David. I want your voice to be hoarse before we are done."

I'm sure that I didn't disappoint the good Doctor. From the first hellish cut to the back of one thigh, I'd screamed, cried, sobbed, begged, and basically shamed myself with pleas for mercy that I knew would be fruitless. 

After I don't know how many cuts to the backs of my thighs, my Counselor paused.

As she spoke to me in a soft voice, I continued to sob like a child. If her goal had been to unman me, she had succeeded. 

I found that I was grateful for her attention; for her expertise; for her thoroughness. In spite of my agony, I was thankful for her punishment; for its severity. And, I was compelled to break the rules and speak.

"Thank you, ma'am. Thank you for helping me to learn the reality of male submission. Thank you for your thrashing, ma'am. Please don't spare me, ma'am. 

"I want to be Gloria's true submissive. I don't want to pretend. I know that this will require an uncommon level of pain on my part and I beg you not for mercy but for understanding. I beg you to cane me and allow me to gratefully submit to that caning."

"Wow. Quite a little speech, David. In a moment Nancy and I will both be caning you, she from your right and I from your left. For this next phase of your punishment, we will be directing our cuts to your inner thighs. 

"You will find that this area is even more sensitive than either your buttocks or the backs of your thighs. 

"You will first, though, be punished for speaking out of turn. While I enjoyed hearing your sentiments, I cannot allow your behavior in speaking out of turn to go unpunished."

The counselor had set aside her cane in favor of the wooden paddle. I'd almost forgotten the torturous sting of the wood on my bare bottom but was quickly reminded of its effect as she snapped spank after spank, each one imparting a severe stinging.

Her paddling cadence was rapid. Her aim was concentrated on my sit-spot, making me howl without compunction or embarrassment. 

I felt entitled to my screaming, convinced that Doctor Evans and Nancy were well aware of what these punishments did for a submissive husband in training.

They were, I was sure, expecting me to break down and blubber and I certainly didn't disappoint. My cock had again retreated up into my groin, my buttocks pulsed with the blood flow to the area, and my crying and sobbing were incessant. 

The paddling stopped and I could see both women step back and to either side of my helpless, nude body. I'd been forewarned as to what to expect and they delivered as promised.

From the first bite of the cane on the inside of my left thigh, immediately followed by Nancy's cut to the inside of my right thigh, I cried, sobbed, begged, and blubbered as you can imagine. 

Like a little girl? More importantly, like a man unmanned. Like a man broken. Like a man earning his first merit badge towards the privilege of serving his beloved wife as her submissive husband.

If it was possible, my tears flowed more copiously, my sobbing was racked with more hysteria, my blubbering more debasing, my begging more strident.

My new trainers ignored my entreaties, determined to teach me what I'd yearned for in an inescapable compulsion; a thirst for true sexual submission. 

To learn to be a submissive husband was proving to exact an enormous entry fee. A fee to pay for entrance into what I was coming to believe was a rather exclusive fraternity. Many pretenders, I imagined; but, very few that had been broken like this. 

I knew that the lessons that I would learn here and the pain that I would experience here were in the best interests of Gloria and our marriage. 

The hands wielding the rattan canes may not have been held by my precious wife; but, the pain that they delivered by proxy was my offering to Gloria. 

I felt that this agony was an inexpensive price to pay for the privilege of serving my wife. My sexy wife who many men lusted for and who only I was privileged to suffer for and serve. 

I don't know how long the punishment lasted. I have no idea how many times the canes struck my inner thighs. I know that I was changed that day. 

I was transformed into a submissive. Not a pretend submissive; but, one who had paid the price. One who had learned to submit.

I must have lost consciousness from the ordeal and I awakened on a bed, face-down, still nude, with my blazing butt facing north. 

Beside me was a young lady probably in her late teens or early twenties who was rubbing an ointment or cream of some sort on my throbbing butt cheeks and between my legs, bringing some surcease to the burning on the skin of my inner thighs.

Not unlike the Counselor and Nancy, this Clinical Assistant, I presumed, was also strikingly pretty. She was wearing what was evidently the standard uniform of mini-skirt and midi-blouse, her breasts clearly visible beneath the blouse, as I stared, enraptured by her beauty, as she applied the cream to my punished flesh.

As I luxuriated in the palliative effect of her soothing touch, I thought of the thrashing that I had received on this first day of my month-long initiation as a submissive husband in training.

I'd heard them use this term and the thought of it brought me pleasure - or, at least satisfaction. 

I decided that I was proud both for having submitted to this program and for having accepted the consequences of that submission.

What struck me as most germane was the fact that my cock was growing hard as I lay there thinking of Nancy's paddle and cane; of my Counselor's paddle and cane; and of their synchronized thrashing of my inner thighs, each with her own cane, each expert in causing me to howl and scream.

I realized that it was these memories that were in great measure contributing to my arousal from the hands of the pretty girl sitting at my bedside and caressing my burning flesh with her gentle touch.

I at last knew with a total finality that I was destined for this relationship with Gloria. I knew that I was meant to be disciplined and punished by her. 

I knew that the mere thought of our future life together made me hard. I knew that I could never change this.

I knew that I actually looked forward to the next day, even though I presumed that I would be a recipient of yet more corporal discipline and punishment. I acknowledged to myself that this anticipation of tomorrow's thrashings was making me harder.

I felt that the girl had discovered my erection and was softly massaging it. I noticed that the hand massaging my cock wasn't coated with cream and figured that she'd wiped her hands free of the restoratives.

"The Doctor said that you are to cum now. She wants you to cum in my hand and she said that, for your sake, you will remember your duty to lick your cum from my hand afterwards."

Her words actually drove me to completion quickly and I filled her cupped hand with my seed. When she raised her hand to my mouth for me to lick it clean I didn't hesitate. 

So quickly I had learned to eat my cum; more importantly, I'd learned the penalty for disobedience. 

The punishment spanking delivered by the Clinical Psychologist, Doctor Evans, my Counselor, specializing in behavior modification, I had learned, was the inevitable consequence for any disobedience or disrespect. 

I'd been told this and I believed it; I accepted it. I knew that my behavior had been modified this first day and I anticipated many more modifications would be learned in the coming weeks.

With a final tap to by sore, exposed bottom, the girl rose and bid me good night.

"Sleep well, David, and I look forward to your second day with us. The doctor promised me that I could exact a price for that little hand-job that you just enjoyed. 

"You of course understand that the price will be in the form of corporal punishment for your cute little, very spankable bottom."

I remember my last thought was one of pride. No person had ever described my butt as either cute or spankable. In spite of how dumb this might be, I was proud of both. 

I was proud also for having survived my first day in this journey of discovery. Finally, I was proud that I was looking forward to the second day and more spanking to endure for my love. 

I was proud to be on this quest for sexual submission. Sexual submission to the woman that I loved more than life.



The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision Ch. 04



The sun was shining through the window as I heard the door open behind me and soft footfalls walking to my bedside. 

I realized that I was still on my belly and though my butt had stopped its throbbing, it still felt swollen and sore.

The girl entering the room was one and the same with the angel of mercy who had massaged my sore and swollen flesh before giving me a hand job the night before.

She was dressed in the standard short, pleated skirt and a midi-blouse that bared her flat belly. 

The skirt was riding low on her hips, barely covering her pubes. She was evidently shaven, as the skirt's waist was below where her pubic hair would have begun. 

Bare legs and feet completed the picture and I found myself wondering if she was wearing underwear.

"Good morning, David. Each morning, you will be awakened by either me or another Clinical Assistant. 

We will supervise your morning ablutions and teach you to self-administer your morning enema. 

The enema is not intended to be erotic or sexual. Its purpose is to void your bowels, allowing for severe discipline without any 'accidents' and also to prepare you for prostate massage.

"You will bathe and prepare yourself for your day's training and I advise you to follow your two cardinal rules; to obey and submit."

What followed was a mortifying exposure of my most intimate bodily functions, each moment supervised by this woman.

Her beauty, I thought, made this experience even more embarrassing than it would have otherwise been, had she been less comely.

Part of this first morning's training was instruction in the use of a depilatory to remove all of my hair below my neck. 

Under my arms, my chest, pubic area, butt crack, and legs, were left as smooth as a baby's butt when I was finished with the process of the depilatory followed by a shower that witnessed my hair swirling down the shower drain.

Feeling even more denuded with this loss of my body hair, I followed her directions as I was led from my room and down the hallway immediately outside of my room's door.

"We met last night, David. My name is Peggy and I am one of the Clinical Assistants that will help with your training here at the clinic. 

"You will recall that I told you last night that the hand job I provided for you would require you to submit to my discipline this morning. Like all of the training staff here, I enjoy spanking a man.

"Like all of the trainers, I enjoy hearing a man cry and beg for my mercy. Without exception, we are tasked to be resolute in your discipline and punishment. 

"We are pleased to be able to ignore your pleas for mercy and instead pursue the sobbing and blubbering that will always result from our expert application of corporal punishment."

While Peggy had been speaking, we'd walked down the hallway and entered what I'd come to consider the training room. 

I recognized too well the punishment bench to which I'd been restrained the previous day and I knew that I would very soon once again experience a level of corporal punishment that few grown men were privileged to endure.

I felt it a privilege, since I anticipated the paddle, the cane, and I knew not what was awaiting, as integral steps towards the realization of my journey into submission to my wife, Gloria. 

This had been my dream for so long. For years, I had imagined a life with my wife, Gloria, as a disciplinary wife. 

I had thought that I knew what this had entailed and had learned otherwise the night before.

I'd truly never imagined the level of pain that I would suffer through severe corporal punishment. 

I realized after only one day here that I hadn't had any grasp of what severe meant. I now knew, without a doubt, what it meant and I felt that I was ready to pay the price through my pain to earn the privilege of submitting to the woman that I loved.

The ambiguous nature of my two heads' warring with one another, was evidenced by my penis dripping pre-cum (with my obedient wiping with my right index finger and immediately licking it off, as I'd been trained to do on my first day here), while at the same time I could feel my buttocks quivering from the fear of what I knew to expect.

"Up on the bench you go, David. You know the routine."

As with Nancy, the evening before, Peggy showed a capacity for talking while she was securing my wrists, ankles, and waist to the bench.



"The way that this discipline will work, David, is that I will give you a paddling similar to what you received from Nancy, last night. 

"This will be followed by a severe set with the cane.

"I trust that it was explained to you yesterday, that the Counselor and all of the Clinical Assistants will always be nude while they administer discipline and punishment."

As she was saying this, Peggy quickly stripped herself of her skirt and blouse, revealing a trim body with small and firm breasts, a slim waist, and a bubble butt like Nancy and the Counselor. 

After disrobing, Peggy went to the wall to my left and opened the drapes to reveal the mirrored wall that I'd seen the day before.

I was aroused, in spite of my growing fear, by the sight of Peggy's nude body, along with my own nudity, bound to the bench as I was. 

The image of my nude body, bound to the bench was frightening, given what I knew was shortly to come. 

The sight of Peggy's firm young body, totally nude and with, as I had suspected, Brazilian-waxed pubes, was everything that I had imagined.

"Here we go, David. As always here at the clinic, feel free to scream as much as you wish. I promise you that your screaming and crying will bring me pleasure."

I had thought that the discipline wouldn't hurt as much after my first introduction to the severe thrashing by Nancy the previous night. I'd thought wrong.

Peggy had taken up with the paddle, displaying an expertise in its application equal to Nancy's fustigation. 

It felt somewhat familiar, in a way, although this was only my second day in training, as I went from ouches to crying. I again moved from crying to sobbing; to begging fruitlessly, to blubbering in a demonstration of my unmanning.

I was embarrassed and felt myself to be unmanly. Overriding this, though, was the pain of the paddle, followed immediately by the cane's striations across my buttocks.

While the sight of Peggy, magnificently nude, was incredibly erotic as she pivoted on her left foot and swung the cane repeatedly to my already inflamed buttocks, this eroticism was mitigated by the intense sting of the rattan on my bare flesh.

Finally, Peggy stopped with the cane and my sobbing continued unabated. I could hear her voice as I came out of my crying, hiccoughing and gasping to catch my breath.

"Good morning, ma'am. I've just finished David's morning discipline. As you know, I enjoyed delivering his discipline. His cute butt reacts well to corporal punishment and I thoroughly enjoyed his reaction to the paddle and cane."

There it was again. This compliment of my having a cute butt was inordinately satisfying as I saw both women looking at my butt, such as it was, burning with a hellish sting and feeling hot and swollen. 

As I listened to Peggy speaking, Doctor Evans, my Counselor, had entered into my range of vision, reflected in the mirror, along with Peggy's still-nude body.

I was both frightened and excited to see that the Counselor had already removed her clothing and, again, I was struck by the ambiguity of my pleasure at this first opportunity to see her in the nude.

In spite of my delight at this visual feast, I feared what may be exacted from my body in painful payment for this privilege. 

I realized, though, that I had no control over what would follow. I only hoped that it included an opportunity to taste one or both of these women's bodies.

The Counselor's body was every bit as magnificent as I remembered. Flawless, hairless, and obviously exposed to regular nude tanning, as there were no tan lines evident. 

Her pussy was smooth and the labia swollen with her evident arousal, fully visible to my line of sight as she stood at my head, massaging my shoulders and underarms.

"It looks like you've done your usual, exacting an appropriate price for David's care of last night. Now, it's time for my training."

Hearing this, I felt my cock erecting, with a mind of its own. I waited eagerly and ominously for what would come next. 

I could feel my butt throbbing from its most recent ordeal and realized that the acute distress that I felt there was partially responsible for the concomitant throbbing that I felt in my penis.

"Well, good morning, David. I wonder, David, if you have any regrets about your decision to enter into this course of training to be a submissive husband to your lovely wife?

"Now that you are beginning to comprehend the price of your genuine submission to female authority, are you still excited about pursuing this goal of total submission? Your erection would seem to indicate this to be the case."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You seem to be taking to your training. Your normal response to severe corporal punishment with your crying, begging, and sobbing is as expected. 

"What we can never predict is whether or not you will evidence regrets by begging not for temporary relief but for release from your obligation.

 "Your continued submission to our authority is indicative of your genuine desire to be a submissive husband. 

"Not simply to be submissive but to be a submissive. To live a life in the future, gladly and eagerly serving the desires and whims of your wife, Gloria.

"This morning we will begin your training in the art of body worship. In a few minutes, you will be given the privilege of serving me sexually. 

"Not with your penis but with your mouth. The purpose of your first exercise will be to bring me pleasure through your oral attentions to my butt. 

"Tomorrow's training will allow you to taste my pussy. Before that happens, though, you will spend today's training session with your tear-stained face between my butt cheeks.

"In order to ensure that your service is more for my benefit than for your selfish pleasure, we will first milk you and diminish your sexual ardor before your first lesson in how you will adore and worship Gloria's body. 

"This is called devotional sex and is a combination of your opportunity to demonstrate your devotion to Gloria, coupled, more importantly, with Gloria's ability to achieve sexual pleasure at her demand."

As my new counselor spoke these words, I felt the sensation of four hands caressing my nude body. 

Still restrained, still with my butt throbbing from my recent corporal correction, I was awash with sensations as both Peggy and Doctor Evans soothed and stroked my quivering form.

The feel of the Counselor's hands under my arms was a new sensation, my hair removal of the morning rendering the skin much more sensitive. 

I was focused on her body and filled with eager anticipation at the promise of soon being granted the privilege of serving her.

Behind me, I could feel Peggy's soothing touch as she rubbed lotion into my heated buttocks, her fingers delving into my butt crack and teasing my opening with a light touch.

"No hand job for you this morning, David. Instead, you will experience the magic of prostate massage in order to partially drain you of your ardor. 

"I say partially, as you will quite quickly become aroused anew when your body worship begins. 

"For this reason, you will be subjected to multiple prostate massages and, of course, multiple ejaculations. 

"Needless to say, you will be given ample opportunity to practice your newly acquired cum-eating skills."

I suddenly felt Peggy's probing finger enter my anus, her practiced touch quickly finding my prostate gland and beginning a rhythmic pressing against it. 

I'd never had a prostate massage and was conflicted as to the feelings that were evoked from the sensations she was causing.

I felt a growing pressure in my balls, feeling like an ejaculation wouldn't take long. I also suspected, however, after reading of this on the internet, that my ejaculation would not be accompanied by sexual pleasure. 

I'd read, in my avid search of the internet's seemingly endless information, that this method of milking could, though, be accompanied by a handjob, allowing a man to enjoy sexual pleasure along with the ejaculation. 

This wasn't to be the case today, as my penis was ignored and only the feeling of Peggy's finger pressing against a magical place within my rectum was to bring me to completion, of a sort.

As expected, my penis erupted into Peggy's palm, which she'd been holding beneath its swollen head. 

Her finger was relentless, continuing the pressure within my bottom, I supposed in an effort to empty my balls as much as possible.

Finally, she removed her finger from my butt as I simultaneously finished filling her palm. 

Without a word or any pause, she brought her cum-filled palm to my lips and I didn't hesitate to perform a task that I'd been unable and unwilling to submit to only one day ago. 

As I licked her palm clean, I was struck by the difference in tastes. Pre-cum had its own taste, as did cum resulting from a regular ejaculation.

I'd become familiar with these two tastes but was met with yet a third taste and texture. The ejaculate that I now was licking and swallowing tasted differently and had a more watery consistency.

I was brought out of these cogitations by the sensation of my restraints being removed, both women working the wrist, ankle, thigh, and waist leather and assisting me off of the bench, one on each side of my nude body, guiding me to a kneeling pillow, situated in front of a comfortable-looking upholstered chair only a few feet away from the place of my most recent ordeal.

Doctor Evans spoke from her already seated position in the chair. Meanwhile, Peggy was directing me to my knees in front of the counselor.

"The cushion is for the purpose of focusing your attention on your task, to your obedience to my instructions, as I teach you how to give pleasure with your mouth. 

"As I explained to your lovely wife, we believe in training a husband into submission with corporal punishment to his buttocks and thighs.

"We don't whip his balls or his feet. We don't have him kneel on rice or gravel. And on and on. The possibilities for bringing pain to a man are endless. 

"The point, though, isn't simply the infliction of pain. The point, which we will continue to remind you of and re-enforce, is the inculcation of and acceptance of your submissive role in your marriage from this point forward.

"Enough talk, for now. It's time for you to learn. Your lesson today will begin with your devotions to my backside. 

"I want you to lick my butt crack from the top to my pussy, without touching my pussy with your tongue."

While my Counselor had been talking, she'd slid forward in her chair with her butt completely off of the seat. 

Peggy had moved to the back of the chair and was holding the Counselor's spread legs aloft, allowing her to relax without the strain of supporting the weight of her legs on her own.

"That's right, David. Don't attempt to penetrate my butt-hole yet; we'll get there very shortly. 

"For now, you are to simply continue licking my crack. As your tongue passes over my anus, I want you to flutter the tip over the opening and then continue the journey to by pussy and back.

"Very good, David. You're demonstrating a capacity for following instructions."

Unaccustomed to using my tongue in this manner, other than some perfunctory licks to Gloria's butt-hole in the past, it was already feeling fatigued and I wondered how long I could keep this up without flagging. 

Once again evidencing an apparent ability to intuit my thoughts, she seemed to answer my unspoken question.

"Given the fact that this is your first lesson in body worship, I have no doubt that you will shortly begin tiring physically from your oral attentions. 

"Mentally, I'm sure, you would love to kneel before me forever, delving into my silken skin and learning to submit to my authority.

"Physically, though, your tongue has never been tested as it will be today. Let me caution you, David. If and when I perceive any diminution in your enthusiasm, I will signal Nancy, who you can see standing behind you with a cane. 

"Trust me, she'd like nothing better than to see my first visual cue to use that cane to remind you of your duty."

I was unable to see that well with only my peripheral vision, but I could see well enough to see that Nancy was also nude. 

I didn't have time, though, to dwell on Nancy's perfect body, believing that I had best listen to the counselor's words and focusing on her silky-smooth butt.

"I'm not a believer in false modesty. I'm well aware that I'm an uncommonly beautiful woman. I have excellent vision and am obviously able to do my work-out in my mirrored gym and see the results of my exercise on my body.

"I can appreciate the perfection of my body and have learned that this perfection is evident in the eyes of our submissive husbands in training, the women of my staff, and the admiring looks of both men and women when I'm in public.

"This is especially fun, for instance, at the beach, where I enjoy wearing a g-string bikini with the briefest of tops. 

"The shower rooms at the golf club, the tennis club, and the members-only gym, to which I belong and sometimes use, provide me with endless opportunities to enjoy the admiring and desirous looks from other women.

"As to men, I've seen, without exception, the adoration in the eyes of our submissive husbands in training. 

"It is a delight to see their puppy dog eyes both sexually enthralled and fearful of the cane's burning caress to their proffered bottoms, raised for the receipt of the cane strokes."

As if perfectly attuned to my tongue's growing discomfort and probably owing to my fatigued efforts to her butt crack, she evidently gave a signal to Nancy, as I felt the burning bite of the cane to my backside and redoubled my efforts to satisfy her demands.

"See there, David? How easily you grow bored. Tired? In either case, you must understand how insulting it is to me, having first stared hungrily at my body only to tire of the privilege of serving me. 

"If I so desire, I can have you licking my butt for hours on end, with tears running down your face and bloody welts on your ass.

"In point of fact, the tears would be a balm to my cheeks and an education for you. 

"Unfortunately, I have plans for your mouth in the coming days and I wouldn't want to overwork you for this first time learning the fine art of anal worship.

"Now, David, concentrate your tongue only on my butt-hole. Don't yet penetrate it but simply lick it and kiss it between licks. That's it. Good boy."

Her praise made me proud. Here I was, kneeling between the thighs of this beautiful woman, my mouth busy in the task of licking her bottom crack and now her butt-hole, and I was as proud as a soldier receiving a medal for valor. 

Proud of licking a woman's butt; a woman who I'd only met the day before. I noticed, also, that my erection had returned and could feel the wetness of my emissions. 

I hazarded a question, knowing that it would probably be met with punishment for what I now thought of as speaking out of turn.

"Please, ma'am. Should I try to catch my pre-cum and eat it as you have taught me? I don't know if I can do that without interfering with my service to your body."

"To answer your question, David, no, for now let your pre-cum drip where it may. And, if you are wondering, yes, you will pay for speaking out of turn. Nancy?"

The cane suddenly struck my bottom repetitively; once, twice, I counted to five and then on to ten rapid, severe cuts of the cane. 




The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision Ch. 04



My tears were caused to flow again, no doubt further exciting my Counselor.

"Now, David, tongue-fuck my butt-hole. I want to feel your tongue piercing deeply. As with the earlier admonishment, I will have Nancy use the case if I feel that your efforts are anything less than eager. 

"I want you to learn respect here, David. I want you to savor the privilege of worshiping where I'd wager nine of ten men would give anything for.

"But, David, you and I know what it means to give anything. I don't think most men would have the balls to subject themselves to the corporal punishment that you've felt already and will feel in the coming days. 

"They are pretenders. Oh, ma'am, I'd do anything to have you, they'd say.

"First, they'd not do anything. If they knew of our training methods, they'd surely demur. They wouldn't submit to a genuine thrashing for this privilege. 

"You, though, have voluntarily submitted to such correction. You have earned this right to look at and taste my body.

"Granted, I will demand a terrible price for your privilege. I will luxuriate in your sobbing and savor the feeling of your tears on my inner-thighs and between my butt cheeks.

"In a moment we will stop this exercise. Unfortunately for you, David, I've not achieved an orgasm from your fledgling efforts. 

"You will learn. You will be able to get me off without ever touching my vulva. You will be able to give me an orgasm through your worship of my ass only.

"But, for now, my orgasm will be a result of hearing your screams and feeling Peggy's and Nancy's attentions. 

"I will have one of them licking my pussy and the other my butt-hole while I give you a severe thrashing. I think that it's time for you to learn what a strapping is like.

"While I could probably achieve an orgasm without my Assistants' help, simply by thrashing you, I would need to beat you harder that I wish to today. 

"After all, you will need to have your bottom ready for corporal punishment each and every day that you are here.

"If I overdo it on one day, it may require a day for you to recuperate. So, be thankful for the fact that I will simply reduce you to a begging, blubbering mess while the girls get the privilege of licking me front and rear."

While the Counselor had been talking, the two 

Assistants, both nude, had lifted me up from my kneeling position in front of the counselor's chair, led me to the punishment bench, and secured me in place with the restraints at my wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist.

The punishment bench was so situated that I was able to look to the side and see the reflections of all three women. All of them nude; all of them magnificent. 

As she'd described, the Counselor was standing behind me and to my left, a strap in her right hand.

Kneeling in front of her was Peggy, her face buried between the Counselor's thighs, obviously paying homage to her pussy, while Nancy was kneeling behind, paying her respects to the Counselor's rear end.

 "Here we go, David. I want to hear you cry and sob. I want to hear you scream and beg. I want you to give yourself over to me; to be owned by me if only temporarily, until Gloria can join us and truly possess you. 

"Cry for me now, David. Don't be reluctant to yield to the strap's domination. There is nothing unmanly about crying. If anything, it's unmanly for a husband to resist his inclination to submit to his wife.

"It is unmanly to lack the courage to beg one's wife to take them, to possess them, to allow them to serve the one they most love. 

"Not pretend to serve or love. Not love part way. Instead, to love without reservation, to love without limitation.

"So, learn now, David; learn to take it like a man. To take it with tears and begging. Begging not for release from this strict training program, but simply for a respite. 

"A brief cessation of the beating. Perhaps slower or softer? Perhaps to take a break? 

"You know that neither will happen, David. I want you to learn what it means to be a submissive husband. 

"It means, among other things, that you will be disciplined and punished this severely on a regular basis. 

"The difference, of course, is that your wife, Gloria, will wield the paddles and canes; the straps and switches.

"We will teach her to beat you severely. In the same way that you are here to learn, so shall Gloria learn when she joins us later for your training. 

"You will learn to submit to a thrashing without resistance. Gloria will learn to dispense severe corporal punishment, allowing no exception to her rules; to her rule. 

"She will learn that you require a firm hand and come to understand that she should not hold back in your discipline and punishment.

"We will teach both of you; you to obey and Gloria to demand obedience. You will learn to obey and to treat Gloria with respect; Gloria will learn to severely punish disobedience or disrespect. 

"You have begun to learn what severe means; Gloria will learn this also and, further, become comfortable with punishing you without compunction. She will learn to be impervious to your crying and begging.

"She will learn to not allow her love for you to make her weak or merciful. She will learn that if she wants you to be truly submissive, that it will require an extremely strict regimen. 

"She will learn that the adage of no pain, no gain, applies to your future.

"Gloria will leave here with you in a few weeks. She will literally own you and she will reaffirm that ownership on a regular basis by dispensing severe discipline and punishment. 

"Now, David, I will stop talking and listen to your begging and sobbing while the girls finish me. Scream for me now, David and your screams will put me over the top."

I didn't disappoint – I felt like, were we not in a sound-proofed room, my screaming and begging could have been heard outside of the building. 

The strap had a 'flavor' all its own. I couldn't imagine that I would ever be able to remain in position for such a beating without the benefit of the restraints. 

I dreaded what the coming days would require of me in that regard.

I'd been told that I'd learn to take such corporal punishment without being restrained but, for now, I still found myself straining against the bindings at my ankles and wrists in an exercise in futility. 

I knew without a doubt that I would never be able to escape my bondage on the punishment bench. 

Intellectually, I knew this but that didn't prevent a primal attempt to resist, to strain against the bindings. 

I knew, somehow, that this wasn't total submission. I knew that I would need to learn to yield to the discipline.

In a way that would convince most people that I was irrational to dream of a future with my wife, Gloria, that would include regular corporal punishment meted out in the most severe form. 

I saw, in the mirror, that the counselor had moved to stand directly behind me and had started to swing the strap from one buttock to the other, forehand followed by backhand, the cadence had picked up, as had my reaction.

"That's right, David, scream for me now."

I could see that she had grasped Peggy's head in her left hand as she continued beating me with the leather strap in her right hand. 

Left, right, left, right, nearly metronomic, the cadence had me screaming until I could hear myself growing hoarse.

The Counselor suddenly became rigid and it was apparent that she was in the throes of a multiple orgasm. 

Both of her Assistants continued with their oral attentions while the strap never slowed or moderated. 

Dropping the strap, finally, the Counselor grasped Peggy's head with both hands and held her to her pussy. 

Nancy, for her part, was holding on to the Counselor's hips with both hands, apparently endeavoring to keep her face between the Counselor's butt cheeks.

At times, I thought of her as Doctor Evans, at others simply as my Counselor. By whatever name, I realized that in less than twenty-four hours, I had undergone a fundamental change from which I would never return. 

I knew this with a certainty. And, I knew that this was what I wanted. If it meant that I would be blessed with a happy wife, then I would gladly accept Gloria's discipline and punishment to seal our future together.

I felt that this was my destiny – to be a submissive husband. I felt that this was Gloria's destiny – to be a disciplinary wife, a dominant wife, my dominant wife, to love, honor, and obey. This, I knew, would be our covenant.



The Ten Thousand Dollar Decision Ch. 05



For the second time since my arrival, I was awakened by a pretty young woman. 

She was new to me but yesterday's training had taught me what to expect. 

She was wearing what I was learning to be a uniform of sorts. Like with Peggy the previous morning, this girl was dressed with a short, pleated skirt and midi-blouse, her belly bared to the top of her hip-hugging skirt, presumably covering what I had come to expect. A clean-shaven pussy.

As it turned out, I didn't have to wait long to find out what she looked like without the uniform. To my pleasant surprise, she didn't tarry long before speaking up.

"My name is Patty and I will be supervising you this morning. The Doctor has instructed me to join you in your shower and help you to get squeaky-clean. 

"Rest assured, I will exact a price for such a delight when I get you to the punishment room."

Without fanfare, Patty shed herself of her skirt and blouse, leaving her firm, young body totally nude, with the expected shaven pubes bared for my visual feast.

"Come along, David and let's get you ready for a new day. 

"Doctor Evans has promised me the opportunity to spank you this morning."

As with the previous morning, I found that I had slept on my belly, presumably to provide some surcease to the pain in my buttocks. 

Yesterday's thrashing hadn't been, in retrospect, as severe as the first day's as the discipline and punishment had been limited to my buttocks, leaving my thighs alone.

I was surprised at how quickly I had become somewhat more comfortable with my exposure to a girl as I performed my morning toilet. 

The enema was still embarrassing but, even that, was almost routine after only two mornings of such exposure.

The difference, this morning, was that Patty observed my every move while herself totally nude. 

Her nudity was a delight, despite her ominous warning as to what I could expect as the price of such a visual feast. 

In spite of my fear for what would soon occur, I found myself moved to erection seeing her young, naked body.

"Into the shower now, David. First, you will wash me and then I will do you."

Saying this, she handed me a bar of soap and turned away with her back to me. After creating some suds in my palms, I eagerly commenced my task, starting with her neck and shoulders and hurrying to get to her gorgeous bottom. 

As I reached her waist, though, she stopped me.

"When you've finished with my back, from the waist up, you are to kneel and wash my feet and legs. As you finish washing my legs, you will then wash my bottom, making sure that you clean me thoroughly between my cheeks."

Surely, most men would pay dearly for the privilege that I was now enjoying. I imagined, though, that most would fall short of paying with their tears to be where I now found myself, on my knees, my face on a level with Patty's perfectly rounded buttocks, my hands laving their silken skin, gently intruding between them and lightly grazing over her butt hole.

"That's good for my back, David. I'll rinse and you can stay on your knees to wash my front."

So saying, she'd rotated to have her back exposed to the shower's spray, the soap suds rinsing off and swirling around the drain. 

I found myself now at eye-level with her waxed vulva, wondering if she would allow me to wash her body completely.

"You've done a good job so far, David. You should understand that everything, to include this morning's instruction, is for the benefit of your wife. 

"This showering ritual - which will be repeated each morning from now forward, is for the purpose of learning to bathe your wife. 

"While you will obviously enjoy the service that you provide for me and your other Clinical Assistants, that isn't the point.

"As with any intimate liberties that you are allowed, you will pay dearly with a severely disciplined bottom. 

"This duality of service combined with corporal punishment will teach you that you will now have two purposes.

"One, you will have the privilege of serving your wife, having been properly trained to do so while you are here at the clinic. 

"Two, you will have the privilege of submitting to extremely severe corporal discipline and punishment, designed to maintain a new status-quo with your wife as the arbiter of your punishment and reward.

"Now, then, start at my feet and begin washing the front of my legs. 

"When you get to my crotch, you will skip over my pubes and wash me above the waist, beginning with my neck and continuing to my hips. Take care with my breasts and wash them gently."

I felt as if I'd died and gone to heaven as I moved from her neck to her perfectly-formed breasts, topped with erect nipples, presumably reacting to my attention.

It occurred to me that, after a decade and a half of marriage, I'd never washed my wife, Gloria, in this manner. 

While I regretted this obvious - to me now - negligence, I also looked forward to serving her in this way as our marriage went forward.

I found that I was profoundly grateful, not just for this visual and tactile treat of bathing a young girl - maybe eighteen or nineteen by my estimation; but, more than that, I was looking forward to showing Gloria what I had learned here during my training and providing her with a level of devotion that she deserved.

"You're doing well, David. Now I want you to wash me below the waist. Be very gentle and wash between my legs, to include my pussy. 

"Rest assured that you will pay dearly for this privilege when I get you strapped down onto the punishment bench."

I heard her admonishment and was, in one sense, fearful of what I'd learned to expect from my first two days' training but nevertheless enthralled with her perfect body and silken skin, my hands gently massaging the soap suds into her most private areas.

"That will do for now, David. Now you will wash yourself, leaving your penis for me to wash. Do this now and be quick about it."

Patty hardly needed to hurry me, as I was eager to feel her hands on my body, again in spite of the realization that I would soon feel her paddling for my brief pleasure.

Before I knew it, I'd finished my part of my washing and passed the soap to Patty's outstretched hand.

"Spread your legs, David, and don't move. I know that you are well aware of what you can expect when we leave the shower and move to the training room. 

"I know that you realize that I will bring you to tears with the wooden paddle. I know that you have learned of the paddle's sting and its effect on your façade of manliness.

"I will delight in bringing you to tears and beyond. As with all of the Clinical Assistants, I enjoy hearing a man cry from my corporal punishment. 

"I will try not to disappoint you with my paddling technique. I believe that I've developed a skill with a snapping of my wrist that delivers a maximum sting to your bottom."

I found that her litany was contributing to my arousal as she massaged the suds into my rock-hard penis and gently soaped my balls with her other hand. 

I was fast approaching an orgasm and was caused to cum when she reached between my legs to insert a finger into my butt-while continuing with her soapy hand-job.

It took only seconds after her intrusion into my rectum, before I spurted my semen into her palm. 

I worried that I would get a mouthful of soap suds but, looking down, I saw that she'd rinsed her hand off before my orgasm, leaving it free of soap before I deposited my morning's first offering.

"Here you go, David, lick your mess from my hand quickly. I want to get to your spanking as fast as possible. 

"You know, already, that your spanking will hurt more acutely immediately after your orgasm."

The combination of her nudity, my recent exploration of her body with my bare hands as I bathed her, her hands as they'd brought me pleasure, and the thought of my imminent chastisement, had caused my ejaculation to be particularly intense. 

I didn't have long to ponder upon this, nor to bask in the afterglow of my pleasure, before she insisted.

"Quickly now, David, out of the shower and towel me dry, then yourself. I'm anxious to exact my toll from you. I can't wait to hear you beg me. 

"The other girls have told me that you sob like a little girl and I've already seen that your cute butt is ever so spankable."

After a quick toweling of us both, I was hastened out of the bathroom, through my sleeping quarters, and into the hallway that I knew, by now, led to the training room.

The sensation of déjà vu or Groundhog Day as I followed this morning's Clinical Assistant down the hallway was enhanced by the sexy sight of her bare buttocks moving with her stride as we left my room and moved to the training room.

I'd guess that Patty was barely five feet tall, with a compact body like that of a gymnast, perfectly proportioned, slim, but with magnificent 34-B breasts, capped with hard pink nipples, and a bubble-butt befitting a high school girl rather than a grown woman. 

I knew, though that she was grown but simply petite. Her reference to her expert skills as a disciplinarian was enough to convince me that her small size would not mitigate my suffering from the paddle's bite.

I was surprised that I didn't approach the room with dread; trepidation, yes, but I'd learned that I was quite capable of enduring the corporal discipline that would soon be dispensed. 

Sure, I would cry, beg, sob, and embarrass myself, but I knew that I would survive the ordeal.

I also felt that I was growing in a way that I'd long yearned for. I felt that I was truly being prepared for a new future with my wife. 

I was anxious to complete my training and begin my new relationship with my Gloria. 

For the first time in my life I anticipated that I would finally realize my long-held fantasy of submission to the woman that I cherished above all else. 

I knew that I would be paying an extreme price in order to maintain this new order of submission and domination.

I had wondered, before coming here and beginning my training, if I would change my mind when confronted with the reality of severe corporal discipline and punishment. 

On this, only my third day here, I felt confident that I'd made the right decision to subject myself to such harsh treatment, confident that this so-called submissive husband training was destined to cause Gloria and I to enjoy an intimacy that few other couples would ever experience.

Without fanfare, Patty had fastened the leather restraints on the punishment bench and opened the drapes to allow me to see her nude perfection, along with my nude form, secured, as it was, in preparation for this next taste of the wooden paddle.

"The other girls have told me that, not only do you have a cute, spankable bottom, but that you cry copious tears as evidence of your appreciation for our efforts. 

I've seen the evidence of your round butt cheeks and now I will see if they described your crying accurately."

Again, with a compliment concerning by rear. I'd never seen my butt as being particularly attractive and had been surprised by the evident consensus among the female staff that it was pleasant to the eye. 

This thought was brought to an end as I felt the first stinging contact of the wood on my bare flesh.

"It looks as though you've recovered quickly from your discipline yesterday, almost lily-white again. I'll do my best to return your butt to my preferred color of red."

The paddle's relentless, punishing strokes had quickly brought me to tears and my embarrassing sobbing was not long in coming. 

Then, my futile begging and, finally, what I'd come to define as blubbering.

It would be inaccurate to say that I'd become inured to the hellish stinging of the paddle; I doubted that I could ever do so. 

I thought it fair to say, though, that I was learning that this was 'the new normal'. 

I knew that this sort of discipline was to be the literal order of the day in my future, both here at the clinic and in my home, with Gloria, after we'd both finished with our training here.

As with the day before, I became aware of Patty's granting of a brief respite, prior to the application of the rattan cane, only as I came out of a fog of tears and sobbing, my crying continued well after the paddle's last stroke.

Without a word, though, my composure was only partially regained, before she began with the cane. 

I had learned, already, that the cane's severe pain was both different from the paddle, and undeniably more difficult to endure when contrasted with the paddle's effect.

I didn't know how long the caning would last and simply resolved myself to the inevitability of the result of Patty's effort. 

That is to say, to the point of my crying and begging for mercy, knowing as I did that mercy was not part of my training. Merciless, yes, but not the antithesis. 

The cane's incredible stinging was increased as my disciplinarian increased the rapidity of her strokes. I heard screaming and realized that they were my screams.

I saw, in the mirror, a vision of many a man's fantasies. A young, beautiful, nude girl, swinging her cane into my naked bottom with an effectiveness that belied her petite form.

Fantasies aside, however, the pain from her efforts was excruciating, taking a toll that most would find unacceptable. 

I, though, knew that this pain was necessary before I could reach 'the other side' and be allowed to belong to the woman that I loved.

As with the paddling, my sobbing continued unabated, after Patty had set the cane aside. 

Out of the pain, though, I was excited to see my Counselor, sitting in what I had come to see as her chair, gloriously nude her body on the edge of the chair, leg spread, her pussy glistening with her dew, I hoped waiting for my devotion.

I felt the restraints being removed from my limbs and saw that Patty was being assisted by another Assistant, one that I'd never seen, also nude, also perfectly proportioned and lovely. 

As I was taking in this sight, my thoughts were interrupted by the Counselor's voice.

"You've not met Vicki, but you will feel her cane if you don't perform properly. Today, you will get your first lesson in body worship of the pussy. 

"You will be spending a great deal of time learning to lick, suck, and clean the pussies of my Clinical Assistants, as we teach you the vagaries of this most important skill."

While the Counselor had been speaking, the two Assistants had helped me from the punishment bench and guided me to the pillow that I'd knelt upon the previous day.

With a tear-stained face and still recovering from my most recent corporal punishment, I approached the new experience with my Counselor with the fervor of a supplicant.

I felt that this was where I belonged, with my face held my a pair of smooth thighs, laving the center of a woman's pleasure.

I only wished that I was kneeling between the thighs of my wife, Gloria, but I knew that this period of training was necessary for me to develop the knowledge and skills in order to provide her with the best experience possible.

"As you learned yesterday, David, any deviation from total effort on your part will be corrected with the cane. 

"Patty, as I can see, did a good job with your discipline thusfar today, and I will count on Vicki's enthusiasm with her cane to achieve the best effort from you."

I heard the Counselor's words but didn't dwell too long on their meaning. I was too enraptured by this experience; my first opportunity to truly taste this young Goddess. 

I'd spent some time between her butt cheeks the day before, licking her butt and probing her butt-hole with my tongue.

I'd reveled in the experience but realized that the devotion that I'd paid to her rear was far less gratifying than this new treat.

Her pussy was delightfully responsive to my lips and tongue, the labia swelling with her arousal, and a delicious flow of her essence meeting my lips as I sucked on her core.

She'd been giving me instructions as I labored and I must have been following her guidance satisfactorily as two things were evident. 

Firstly, I'd not felt the bite of Vicki's cane since beginning this lesson. 

Secondly, though, the steady flow of her juices was soon followed by the first of what would prove to be many orgasms, my head squeezed by her silken thighs, my mouth buried in her center, and my mind spinning with this new treat.

Not long after I'd begun, it was over, my face now covered with my tears and the Counselor's effusions. As I felt the grip of her thighs lessen, she spoke.

"You seem to have a natural gift for this, David. With a bit of practice, you'll be ready to show your wife your preparation for a lifetime of service to her pleasure.

"Get up now and stand before me in your parade rest position. Don't forget to keep your penis free of your pre-cum as I see that you're leaking freely."

I'd already started the ritual of cleaning my cock's circumcised head with my right index finger, as I'd been recently trained to do, and licking the finger clean after each swipe. 

I noticed that it was not at all disconcerting to be standing, nude, erect, dripping from my cock and my face covered with my Counselor's juices.

"Today, you will be learning that your training includes much more than body worship. In a moment, you will be escorted to your first classroom to begin learning how to truly serve your wife.

"Everything from hair care to manicure and pedicure training; from simple full-body massage to more sensual and sexual massage.

"You got your first exposure to properly bathing a lady this morning with Patty and this training will continue to teach you the proper techniques for bathing Gloria both in the shower and when she enjoys her bubble bath.

"You will be instructed in more mundane household chores such as dish washing, house cleaning, and cooking. 

"You will learn to serve your wife - and, if she wishes, her guests - their meals, always in the nude, always attentive to Gloria's slightest instruction."

While the Counselor had been speaking, I'd noticed the other girls dressing, in what I'd come to consider their uniforms, of mini skirt and midi blouse, their bodies' perfection framed saucily in this attire.

"The Assistant will guide you to your first class. You've pleased me so far, David but, be advised, our Clinical Assistants have full authority to correct you, as needed, with corporal punishment. 

"If your infractions are minor, these corrections will take place in the classroom. If you should disobey or be disrespectful, though, you will be returned to this room and punished severely."

The girls, taking their cue from the Counselor, guided me from the room, the Counselor still nude and beautiful. 

Her words were echoing in my mind and I knew that I didn't wish to return to this punishment room soon, my buttocks still throbbing from my most recent corporal punishment.