Message-ID: <38656asstr$1033780203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200210041723.g94HNkjF019849@sara.asstr-mirror.org> From: cyan@protgp.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 10:23:43 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Story: Proper Result Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 21:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Hi all, I hope you enjoyed my previously posted stories, *Any Time* and *Our Needs*. Enjoy! -Cy http://cyan.protgp.com Proper Result by Cyan Copyright 2002 by Cyan "Your wife," said Julie, and I inwardly groaned, having a suspicion about what sort if opinion she might have formed regarding Barbara. There were occasions when Barbara was a mite less than diplomatic with me and I'd had a suspicion that the party had given Julie the chance to see that. Julie worked in the office across the hall and she and I had made a habit of having lunch together. I enjoyed the conversation and she appeared to like me and sometimes I even sensed she might like to get our spouses together, perhaps for an evening at the movies or something. She'd met Barbara before, but the party had likely been her first opportunity to see Barbara at any length and now I was slightly embarrassed by what I suspected Julie'd sensed. "She's occasionally a touch abrupt with you," she said. "I know," I added, and lest you think Julie a bit forward, the truth is, given that the party wasn't one of Barbara's better outings, Julie was actually showing some tact. "Listen," said Julie, "I know I'm sticking my nose where it clearly doesn't belong, but have you ever considered couples counselling?" "What?" Sometimes I answer too quickly, of course I could figure out what she was talking about even if I wasn't used to the term. She smiled, seeming to know that no explanation was really necessary. "I'm going to do you a favor." And she dug into her purse and pulled out a paper and pencil. "This is a woman Carl and I go to. I never thought I'd suggest such a thing, but believe me, she's exactly what Barbara needs." I looked at the paper she put in my hands, trying to imagine Barbara going along with such a thing. Trying to imagine *me* going along with such a thing. "Do it," said Julie, taking my hand in hers. "Things'll turn around, you can count on that." I was a bit amazed at her apparent concern and perhaps gave it more consideration than I otherwise would. "You aren't going to do it, are you?" she said. I guess my natural tendency to doubt such things showed. "At least think about it," she said, looking not too hopeful. *** Barbara and I sat in front of Denise's desk. Yes, I finally did pursue it after a bit of thought, and while Barbara hadn't seemed enthused, she'd accompanied me to two sessions already. "Well," said Denise, "I've had the chance to talk to each of you at a bit of length, which naturally helps me determine what we can do about you two." She paused, taking a breath, then smiled. Her smile certainly encouraged me but even so, as natural as it appeared, I wondered if it were simply one of her techniques. Perhaps I had a natural suspicion of therapists. "What I find," she said, "is that you two do harbor a touch of hostility toward each other that you haven't succeeded in expressing through reasonable means. In Barbara's case, it comes out with a nasty word or two, and in Jim's case, it comes out in an occasional unwillingness to converse. Naturally, both such behaviors are counterproductive since they tend to escalate little scenes into something worse." She paused again, but neither Barbara nor I responded. Perhaps I relaxed a bit since what Denise said made perfect sense so far. "The question," continued Denise, "is what to do about it." Another pause, though her face told us she was about to provide us with an answer. "It happens I utilize what must certainly be called an *unconventional* procedure, but I've found it extremely effective. Now I want you to trust me and hear this out." I glanced at Barbara, seeing immediately that Denise had roused her curiosity as much as mine. I couldn't imagine where Denise was going. "I find that just a touch of physical expression of ones hostility works wonders dissipating it. What we're going to do here is a type of exercise, a communication of sorts." Now I wondered whether *she* knew what she wanted to say, or whether she were showing some reluctance. "What we're going to do is a spanking." Barbara made a sound, something like a snort. I stared at Denise, probably open-mouthed. "I told you to hear me out," she said. "It's a very effective little exercise and I guarantee you'll see results that weeks of talk wouldn't bring. Unconventional as it sounds, I've had a lot of success with it." "I don't think it's for us," I said, turning to Barbara expecting agreement. And I could see she did, but I also seemed to sense that she might be showing a touch of doubt. I looked at her, then back at Denise, and found both of them looking at me. "At least hear me out," said Denise. And I sat there, not believing what I was doing. "What we do is this," said Denise. "I flip a coin. If it's heads, Barbara spanks Jim, if it's tales, Jim spanks Barbara. An amazing thing about the procedure is that it really doesn't matter who does it, both parties benefit either way. It's the physical aspect that makes it work, it works on your subconscious very effectively. "Now I'm going to insist that you try it once to see what it's all about. Nothing extreme, in fact, there's very little to it." I looked at Barbara, "I don't know..." I said. And I saw a brief flash across Barbara's face that suggested to me that she was definitely staying on her best behavior for Denise or I would have been the target of a stinging remark. That reminded me of why we were there in the first place. "Give it a try," said Denise. We both said nothing, and she smiled briefly and went on. "It's very little, really. I flip the coin. The spankee then lies across the lap of the spanker and receives five swats. All over in a minute. Ready?" She had the coin in her hand. I looked at Barbara again. She looked at me and this time I clearly saw question in her eyes. I sensed she might actually be willing if I were. But it was so crazy, despite how reasonable sessions with Denise had been so far, this was totally off the wall. She said that just a small amount of physical *communication* would satisfy us deep inside. Spanking Barbara? Denise flipped the coin, catching it and opening her hand to show it to us. "Heads," she said. She stood, and pulled a wooden chair into the middle of the room. "You sit here, Barbara," she said, holding the back of it. Barbara looked at me, still questioningly. "Come on now," said Denise. Barbara stood, still looking reluctant. Denise smiled at her, glanced at me, then came over and took Barbara's hand. "It'll all be over in a minute," Denise said as she drew Barbara toward the chair. "Sit," she said, sounding like she were issuing an order. Barbara sat, still looking a bit amazed. "OK Jim, come on," said Denise. And she came over and took *my* hand, pulling. She made no obvious move, but she really was pulling and I stood simply because it would be very awkward to do anything else. She pulled me toward Barbara and said, "Now, over her lap." I'm sure I shook my head, not really to communicate refusal so much as to express my amazement. She *had* to be joking! "Come on, it'll just be a minute," she said. And she took my hand again, pulling it toward Barbara. "Give it a try," she said. Barbara looked up at me. I couldn't read her expression, whether she accepted all this or not. I found myself lowering myself over Barbara's lap just as Denise insisted. Once in place I was apparently committed. "OK, five swats," said Denise. "They can be hard; men appreciate physical expression." Barbara gave a little giggle and I could tell she still wasn't sure about all this. I certainly echoed that sentiment. "Give him one to start with, you're just dragging it out," said Denise. She gave me a smack. I suppose it hurt a little but it was hardly anything to write home about. "Good; Four more," said Denise. And when Barbara had done so, Denise added, "And we're done. You can get up now, Jim." We both stood, looking down again at Denise who was shorter than Barbara. "Good," said Denise. "I'll see you next week at the same time." *** "Heads," said Denise, showing us the coin. She'd put the chair in the middle of the floor as soon as we'd come in. She'd talked to us for a couple of minutes, obviously probing for any results but I honestly couldn't see any though the week hadn't really included occasions when Barbara might snap at me in public. "OK, to the chair," said Denise, motioning for Barbara to proceed. Barbara gave me a little shrug and complied. Denise smiled at me and motioned me over with her head. I couldn't quite believe we'd actually come back, but though there'd been a touch of humiliation in it the week before, that was about all I could complain about. I settled again over Barbara's lap. "Good," said Denise. "Just a little more this week. Give him ten." I supposed Barbara did hesitate a second, but she apparently needed no additional prompt from Denise. She gave them to me in quick succession and it was all over. "See? Nothing to it," said Denise. *** "Heads," said Denise, showing us the coin. I thought about the way my luck was going, three weeks in a row, but knew inevitably it would be the other way around. And wondered at myself: was I actually looking forward to my chance? Denise had the chair in place and was smiling at Barbara. Barbara sat again and they both looked my way. Yielding to the inevitable, I settled on Barbara's lap. "This time use this," said Denise. That caught my attention. "It's just a hairbrush," explained Denise, obviously for my benefit. "You'll feel it better." I *did* feel it for sure, realizing Barbara certainly had no need to put as much into it as she had with her hand. Once again it was over in a minute. *** "Heads," said Denise, showing us the coin. I found myself wondering, though certainly it was just as likely to be heads as tails. It seemed like in no time they were looking at me, Barbara in the chair, Denise standing next to her, the hairbrush in her hand. Sighing, I took my place in the little scene. "This time," said Denise, "I want you to undo his pants. He'll *enjoy* the sensation more through just his underpants." *** "Heads," said Denise. "Let me see that coin!" I heard myself say, my hand out. "Certainly not," said Denise, slipping it into a pocket. "Maybe *I* should do the coin," I said. "I have to do it, to insure a proper result," she said. I glanced at Barbara and thought I saw a moment's amusement. I looked back and forth between them. They watched me, waiting. *** Yes, it came up heads once again, weeks and weeks of nothing but heads. I undressed completely as now prescribed and standing in front of the chair, leaned over, holding the sides of the seat. Barbara took the cane from Denise and took her place next to me. "Just a touch more time between blows," said Denise. "It'll give him a little more time experiencing the pain." Out of the side of my eye I saw Barbara nod. *** I think the subject of the company picnic came up though it was still months away. When I implied that Barbara and I would be there, I sensed Julie pause, realizing she was remembering Barbara's antics the party. "So how is Barbara?" she ventured. "Fine," I said, not too informatively. "Did you ever take her to that couples counsellor?" She must have seen something in my face, because I never had to say anything. "You did, didn't you?" She smiled. "And you're still going?" It took me only a second to see she already knew that answer too. "Yes," I admitted. She gave me a look that you could almost describe as sly. "I'll bet you've seen a difference in Barbara," she said. "To tell you the truth," she added, leaning forward, keeping her voice down, "by the time I figured out what Denise was up to, I knew I needed it, or at least I could tell it was doing me good and I'm sure Carl agrees." I must have shown confusion or something at that point. "Not that I was a bitch like Barbara or anything, but, you know, I'm sure Carl's life was no bed of roses. And it's made me look at him differently, it's not like you can forget being put in that position. I'll bet Barbara doesn't give you any of that lip anymore." For a moment we stared at each other. "What's wrong?" Julie finally asked. But there was no way in Hell I was going to tell her. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+