Dr. Sue Therapist

Chapter 1

Dr. Sue Sedanski, San Fernando Valley psychotherapist listened to yet another spoiled-brat neurotic doing his "therapy." She would have been no less disgusted if he had whipped out his penis and masturbated.  It happened once, but she did manage to keep her professional demeanor even then.

At 40 she was stunningly beautiful, could lose a few pounds, but still very attractive, feminine and disarming. The spoiled brat, young Jewish professional who's "wife doesn't understand me." was riddled with guilt over his affair with a young office girl and threatening to break up his marriage "to find myself." It was all Dr. Sue could do to keep from throwing up.

By the principles of modern psychotherapy her job is to relieve this jerk of his guilt so he can get on with life and deal with his problems, ostensibly for the betterment of all in his stupid life. But, this theory is not working for Dr. Sue. She is in conflict with the basic premise of her profession and thus miserable. She feels that she threw six years away on education now at odds with her values.

She finishes the last session of her week and calls her mentor, Dr. Joshua T. Morenstein, UCLA Professor emeritus now retired in Santa Barbara. "Dr. Morenstein," she begs, "I must see you..." The gentleman agrees and in early the morning she is on the road feeling like she is leaving all her cares behind.

She arrives in Santa Barbara at 10:00 AM and winds up the hill to the Morenstein estate, high on a knoll west of the town. The famous psychologist meets comes out to greet her dressed in a suit and tie. "Dr?" she asks, "So formal?"

"I wouldn't welcome a beautiful young lady any other way. So good to see you." He says in a courtly manner, kissing her hand. She is flattered and pleased, in spite of wanting to know him on a less formal basis.

He opens the car door for her and his eyebrows rise as she projects a leg.

"I just had to wear heels." she says as she projects one leg from the car.

"Well," he smiled, "there is something to be said for decorum after all. What lovely shoes." He compliments, wisely offering what women love to hear even though they know men don't know what discomfort they suffer to please them.

Sue felt safe. In any transaction between a man and a women "the deal" must be understood and they have both declared that intimacy is not on the table through attire and demeanor.

"Now what is troubling my best student?" he asks.

"Oh doctor," she exclaims, "I surely was not your "best student." You had so many brilliant ones, even in my class."

"Sue," he said, taking her hands in his as they stood in the late morning Santa Barbara sun, "some may have had better recall for obscure text, or a gift for classical analysis, but none had your vision. I think you will lead us all, one day..."

They paused and both savored the moment as he held her hands in his and gentle gusts encircled them as the desert and sea winds mixed to make a Santa Barbara morning.

"Come inside." he ordered, "I have a fresh pot of coffee brewed and we can talk.

"I was so sorry to hear of Margaret's passing." Sue offered as they walked to the house, arm in arm.

"Very tragic..." he said, looking down. "Very sad..." as he continued to amble toward the door. Just thinking about it aged him visibly.

"Now," she injected, "what about you? It has been nearly a year."

"There will never be anyone else. I am only waiting to join her, wherever she may be."

"Oh dear. I am really a little concerned."

Then he stopped and asked brightly, "Have you ever thought what a joke it all is?"

"What do you mean?"

"We are aware of nothing before birth and yet we think we are going to be aware of something after we die!"

"It is..." Sue agreed, added nothing and only smiled sympathetically.

In his study, over a carafe of coffee she outlined her problem as she understood it. "I have a basic conflict with the theory that it is our job to relieve clients of guilt so they can go on with their lives."

"That is about all we can do with the situation." he says. "We have to work with that which is at hand."

"And, that is exactly the point! And, what we're doing with them is wrong." The good doctor's eyebrows rose and he smiled.

"Would you be shocked if I were to tell you that you are not the first to have these thoughts?" He said. "And," he went on, "I came to this same conclusion many years ago."

"But what did you do about it?"

"In certain cases, I punished the clients for their misdeeds."

"You punished them?" Sue was shocked.

"That not only relieved them of guilt but prevented them from recurring!" he responded.

"Brilliant, Doctor, brilliant!" He was pleased.

"But, how did you punish them?"

"Corporal punishment," he announced loudly, "I paddled them...

She sat bolt upright with a clatter, loudly scraping her heels on the hardwood floor.

"Oh, doctor!" she exclaimed loudly, How could you? They did that to boys in my elementary school." she responded.

"And, the girls?" he asked.

"Never!"

"How did that make you feel?"

"I don't know..." she responded.

"Yes you do." He said cleverly.

"It's funny but a couple of times I was envious it wasn't happening to me!" she laughed, "I was jealous of the boys who got paddled. But, they cried, and cried. It must have hurt a lot!"

"It does." he answered. "Paddling produces as much pain as you can ever feel."

"What do you mean?"

"Some faint and have "near death" experiences."

"Fascinating..." she pondered.

"Now tell me this..." he asked as he put his fingers together as if to enclose a sphere. "How did the students who had been paddled regard the teacher that spanked them?"

Sue thought for few minutes. "They loved her. They did everything they could to please her."

"Out of fear?"

"I don't know." she answered, "They could have avoided her after they had been spanked, but they would walk her home after school, carry her books and materials, wash her blackboards. It was amazing! Why?"

"Stop and think. Who spanks you in the first case?"

"Mother!" she exclaimed with eyes wide open.

"And, what do mothers always say before they spank?"

"Never forget that mother loves you!" Sue exclaimed. "Oh my God, doctor. You are really onto something."

"But, what about modern mothers that don't spank? Now we have laws against it."

"What do you mean? I don't see where that..."

"Sue," he scolded, "as bright as you are... This has been going on since the beginning of our species."

"A genetic memory?"

"Precisely! It is that deep." he announced.

"My mother never spanked me." she commented.

"And, what about your father?"

"Oh never!" she exclaimed with some shock. "He wouldn't think of it."

"Consider this..." he began slowly and thoughtfully. "We have had about 100,000 generations of man. For most of them we had little or no language and controlled our mates and children with force."

"Yes..."

"Of course the force was carefully applied, but it was still force, usually a swat with an open hand. Then, as things evolved and we had teachers, who had 30 children to control and swats with bare hands got sore so we invented the paddle."

"So anyone who has not had that kind of experience feels incomplete?"

"Precisely."

"Dr!" she exclaimed, "That's revelationary." Then she sat back, crossed her right leg and over her left and twirled a spike-heeled pump at her mentor.

"How long have you been working on this?" she asked.

"Quite some long time. And, I have 20 associates with whom I correspond on this issue. We will publish soon. Would you like to see my laboratory?"

"But of course." she responded and he stood. She could not help but notice that he had an erection. And, she could see that he noticed that she saw it.

"Please forgive me." he said as he drew himself up. "I, uh, your legs..."

"I know Dr." she smiled. "Do you remember that I used to wear heels to your class and sit in the front row?"

"How could I forget?"

"They're very uncomfortable when you're young, but I did it to impress you."

"And, you did!"

"Is that why you gave me an "A," doctor?"

He gulped and looked away, but then turned back and said, "Certainly not, but it didn't hurt." and they both laughed.

The conversation had taken them to the head of a staircase that led to a basement, which is unusual in southern California, but this was an older house and it had a large basement.

"Your dungeon?" she smiled.

"Almost." he sighed, "I have to keep this work secret from all but my 20 associates." And he added, "Now it will be 21..."

He put a key into the lock of a massive oak door, unlocked it and pulled it open.

"Wait," he ordered, "Let me go first and find the light." In a moment the room was lit and she entered the very plain room, but one wall had a display of paddles while another featured a workbench with a jig saw and new paddles in progress. One was freshly shellacked and hanging from a hook. She was a bit taken aback and pulled herself up sharply.

"Dr?" she gasped, "This frightens me!"

"No need, my dear." he said soothingly.

"These are each different. Why?"

"Each has its' own special characteristics." he explained. Then he reached for one that was a foot and a half long, five inches wide and had 18 half-inch holes.

"This is a replica of the famous "Spencer" paddle invented by Dorothy Spencer who was an English psychologist and marriage counselor. It gives an intensely painful swat."

"Really?" Sue asked.

"She became frustrated with the behavior and attitudes of her clients and worked out a contract where they would observe a set of codes and submit to corporal punishment by their partners when they violated it."

"Incredible."

"She developed this paddle because the cane was the most popular spanking implement and it often broke the skin. She wanted something that would sting, but not injure."

"Why the holes? I've never seen them before."

"Two reasons: They make more sting, are much quieter. The plain paddle makes a big "pop" on a bare butt, and if too much force is used the paddle breaks."

"Very thoughtful."

"I don't know if it was intentional, but the holes made it possible for a woman to deliver a stinging swat, but not be injured when it was her turn. Now we make them out of 3/8ths inch plywood, very light, lots of sting and red skin, but no cuts, bruises or breaks."

Then he took a large, heavy, plain paddle from the wall. It was about two feet long, six inches wide and half an inch thick.

"This is a replica of a school paddle from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Very educational." He quipped, "It's still in use in some states. It's a punishment paddle for teenage boys."

Then he reached for a smaller model, about 18 inches long, five inches wide and half an inch thick." "And, here's the girl's version and also appropriate for elementary school boys."

"It looks exactly like what my teachers used on the boys in my elementary and junior high schools."

"And, you envied them..."

"Some, yes I did..." she answered with embarrassment. "I guess I just wanted attention." she quickly explained.

"Well, Dr." he addressed her formally, "I don't think so."

"You think I was expressing a basic need."

"Yes I do." he said as he put the paddle back on the wall. "Go to any party and what do you see? All the young women are gathered around the biggest, strongest single man in the room. His power is like a magnet to them."

"That's true, and you'll find me at the head of the line, batting my eyes at him. It's just hominid female behavior." she answered, "But, do you think I want him to spank me?"

"Yes!" he answered unambiguously. "Yes, as fathers have for thousands and thousands of generations!"

"But, mine didn't."

"And to that degree you are incomplete." Sue stood like stone. She was like a young girl that had just heard the facts of life for the first time, and from an unimpeachable source. Her most cherished authority.

"We have created a whole generation of Americans who have gone unspanked and that is why we see so many incomplete people in our practices. They are men and women who cannot close the books on childhood. They cannot build relationships because their growing up was incomplete."

"Their parents failed."

"Yes." he answered, then he turned away for a minute, but came back to her gaze.

"I heard about your divorce."

"Who told you?" she snapped.

"Sylvia." He answered.

"She would."

"What's wrong with that?"

She put out her hand and with a tear in her eye said, "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to know. I don't know why, but I see it as a failure and I wanted to tell you when..."

"When," he interrupted, "you could rationalize it away."

"Oh Joshua!" she cried and fell to him. He held her in a fatherly way. She pressed herself to him, but there was no erection. His was an expression of paternal caring.

"Tell me," she begged, "what do I do?"

"Well," he began, "we are both at a crossroads."

"Yes."

"You came here to tell me you were leaving the profession."

"How did you know?"

"I could hear it in your voice on the phone."

"I need experimental evidence if my theory is to advance."

"How can I help?" she asked.

"You can be my first case study." he said, pausing and drawing a breath. "I think you need a good spanking for having left your husband, and I will give it to you."

Dr. Sue was as calm as if she had just been asked if she wanted cream or sugar. A great warmth ran over her. Decades of frustration had come to focus. Where she had been about to give up her calling she was now about to launch on a new, exciting and daring adventure. And, fill a need she had been unable to express, but now she could see it, "Daddy is going to spank me now because he loves me and wants me to be good and not make another mistake."

"Yes!" she erupted, "What do I do?"

"Let's pick your paddle." he said, and she sighed as he took a paddle from the wall.

"This is one of my new paddles." he said as he turned it in the high contrast light of the single ceiling bulb. It glistened as the rays struck it at the right angle and she could see the fine wood grain.

"It's made of 3/8ths inch plywood, two feet long, six inches wide and comes in two models." He took the second from the wall. It had 18 one-half inch holes in it. "This one makes more sting because of the holes. I think we should use the plain one..." She smiled at this, but then he continued, "...as I hit pretty hard and the holes could be too much."

"What do I do?" Sue asked.

"Well," he asked, "how much clothing are you wearing?"

"I have a slip on under this skirt, but nothing else, just very brief panties."

"In other words, your bare buttocks are under the slip?"

"Yes."

"All right then take off your skirt, first." Sue quickly dropped it and stepped out of it as fantasies of sex flashed through her mind.

"I'm going to use the plain "Love Paddle" as it produces a lot of sting, and a good spanking experience, but no bruises."

"Good." she expressed with nervous assurance as he reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Have you ever worn these?"

"No!" she said with some alarm.

"They're just for safety." he assured, "They keep you from getting your hands in the way. The paddle could injure them." and he took her right wrist, clamped it in the steel bracelet, then the left one, in front of her, and clamped it in place. The coldness of the steel cuffs caused her to tremble as she knew she would have a life-changing experience.

As she stood there he took the plain, "Love Paddle," in hand. "It doesn't even weigh a pound and by spreading the force over a square foot it only makes for sting, but you'll feel well spanked when it's over."

Sue could only raise her eyebrows. She had nothing to say.

"Let us say this is for all the things you got away with or were not properly punished for when you were growing up."

"OK." she answered.

"Now bend over and grab your ankles and don't let go until I tell you to." he ordered.

Sue took a position in front of her mentor, gave him one last look and smile, inhaled deeply, bent over and grabbed her ankles, "Thank God, I wore the right shoes for a spanking." she thought. And, then...

WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!

In about as many seconds Sue had gotten five very energetic swats from the Love Paddle. The stinging was intense, but the pain was not overwhelming.

"Catch your breath?" he asked.

"Yes." she gasped through her tears.

"Down again..." he ordered and she complied, sobbing.

WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!

And again, it was over in seconds, but she really felt this set. The tears gushed from her eyes and emotions ran in rivers through her mind. She had the strangest mix of pain, relief, belonging, being a "little girl," "Daddy spanked me," and so on. She belonged, he cared, she submitted. She was important to him.

"Thank God!" she exclaimed.

"It's over!" he announced as he removed the handcuffs.

"Not for me! It really stings!"

"Oh, Joshua. You have no idea." and the tears were still streaming down her cheeks.

"Let's go back to my office and we can discuss your feelings."

They left the room and started down the hall. Sue soon fell behind. She couldn't keep up. "Slower please." she asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry." he apologized, "Is it hard to walk."

"In high heels you get a jolt every time you put your foot down and it jiggles my fanny. Oh God, does it sting."

He gently took her hand and led her carefully to the stairs. She grimaced with every step up saying, "Oh God. I've never felt anything like this in my life. I feel like I've paid for all my sins."

"There!" he sang out, "That is exactly the point. Now you know the power of the paddle! And, with these lightweight paddles you won't have any bruising or danger of injury. Just pure sting!"

"Oh yes..." she said in full agreement as the tears continued to flow from the burning in her buttocks.

They arrived at the office and went inside. "Give me a few minutes and I'll fill my large icebag. You may prefer to stand. Do you want to take off your shoes?"

"Oh no. I'm OK. Standing is OK. I'm perfectly comfortable." said Sue not quite in truth, but as any well brought-up young lady of the 60's she would "rather die" than take off her shoes in front of him regardless the pain.

He left and in the distance she could hear ice trays rattling and dumping. Soon his footsteps announced return.

"Here it is!" he sang as he held up a large ice bag which he placed on the seat cushion of the chair in front of his desk. She sat gingerly on the bag.

"Oh!" she uttered in surprise.

"How is it?"

"Better, I think..." she said tentatively.

"Now tell me about the experience?"

"You mean you don't know?"

"Well," he answered in surprise, "uh, it's been a long time."

"A very long time, I would guess."

"Yes, but tell me how you felt."

"The first thing is the noise, then the pressure and then the stinging. It gets worse with each swat!" she paused and sobbed a little. "You feel hot! And, hotter!"

"Go on..."

"Then my vision began to dim, I thought I would pass out because I couldn't breathe. I had to yell and breathe at the same time. You can't do both. It was awful." and she sobbed some more. In a minute she regained her composure and looked at him.

"How do you feel about me?"

"That is the strangest thing of all."

"Yes."

"I feel love for you. I trust you more. It's all crazy!"

"No," he concluded, "it's consistent with the therapy model. You'll feel even stronger about it in the morning."

"Oh Doctor!" she exclaimed, "I don't think I can drive back to Los Angeles tonight. What am I going to do?"

"I have a guest room and you can stay here."

"I don't think I should..." she said questioning the propriety.

"Trust me," he announced proudly, "I am a gentleman. You are safe in my house. You are like a daughter to me."

"Oh, I feel the same way, Doctor Morenstein Sue said with tears in her eyes.

After a few minutes of discussion he went to the parking lot with her keys and got her overnight bag, taking it to the guest room. She retired to it, undressed and looked at her butt in the dresser mirror. It was red, but not bruised. "Oh god, does it sting." The throbbing, stinging pain was not receding.

Sue removed her shoes and hose, lay on the bed face down and reflected on her new experience and how it would relate to her practice. She could imagine applications for each client and soon drifted off into a nap.

Sue awakened to a light tapping at the door. It was not locked so she yelled, "Wait a minute." and quickly pulled on her stockings.

"Just a minute." she yelled as she stepped into her skirt and slipped into her pumps.

She strutted to the door and opened it.

"You're decent..." he observed.

"Well, Doctor..." she noted.

"Would you like some dinner?" he announced as he offered his hand.

"Oh, I don't know, Doctor. It still stings so much. I don't know that I could sit at the table."

"Well, come and try..." he asked with a pleading inflection.

"Give a few minutes and I'll come down."

"Take your time. I'll be reading downstairs."

Sue had brought a black cocktail dress and some spectacular "gun metal" gray patent leather pumps with five inch heels. She could count the number of steps she could do in those shoes before she had to sit down. The dining room was within that distance. It took Sue only 20 minutes to dress and repair her face while standing at the mirror in stocking feet. She was amazed that her butt was still throbbing painfully. "How long will this last?" she wondered.

She grabbed her pumps in hand, went out the door and down the stairs in stocking feet, making no sound. Then she sat on a chair in the hall and slipped into the pumps, wincing as every move on the chair increased her stinging discomfort. Then she stood, wobbled slightly, but pushed off and put each foot down with the purpose of making the classic "click-slap" sound of very high heels.

She looked down to see the waning rays of light run over the mirror-like "patent leather" surfaces of her toes. It all made her feel very feminine despite of the discomfort rising with each step.

Dr. Morenstein was sitting at the table reading as she entered. Deep in concentration he only heard her coming last few steps and jerked upward on realizing that his pretty houseguest was in the room.

"How do you like it?" she asked as she negotiated a twirl on five inch heels.

"Wonderful!" announced the old psychologist, "And, again your shoes are fantastic." as he was rising from his chair. "This calls for a cocktail. Would you like a Marguerita?"

"Certainly."

He took her hand and led her to the bar in the next room and helped her settle on a cushioned bar stool, which she did with a wince.

"Still?" he asked.

"Oh Doctor, you have no idea. It just throbs. How long will I feel it?"

"It's been a long time for me, but I think several days." He said with lifted eyebrows.

"Perhaps you'd be more comfortable standing." He suggested as he took his drink in hand.

"Perhaps." She agreed as she put her left foot on the tile floor. The right pump struck the tile noisily, making it ring, and soon Sue was erect with drink in hand. Dr. Morenstein led her to the patio garden just beyond the French doors of the dining room.

Once outside she walked very carefully to avoid putting a heel in a space between the ungrouted bricks. The birds were settling in the trees as the sun moved toward the sea horizon. The patio stood on a hill sloping to the water. Dr. Morenstein took Sue's hand and led her to the wall on the sea side of the patio.

"I wish the world could be like this forever."

"It is here, but we see it so often we forget it."

"I don't mean just here, but the work you're doing. It's so exciting!" she exclaimed.

"Well," he smiled, "you can speak with authority."

"It just throbs, but I feel more whole and at peace than I have in years." She said with a tear in her eye. I just have to wonder if all those boys in school felt like this because they had been punished for something wrong.

They stood and shared the moment as Sue wobbled on her spectacular heels and the older man felt something rising he had forgotten about all too long ago. They looked at each other for a long moment. Then, he said:

"Let's start dinner." He said, "Maria has served the salad."

The salad had come from Dr. Morenstein's garden and he was very proud of his work with the earth.

"I grew all of this." He announced proudly.

"What about deer?" she asked.

"We have them occasionally, but I have an almost full fence so they stay out."

The lettuce was crisp, the tomatoes perfect, radishes robust and sharp, cucumber slices were just thick enough to have body and the herb vinegrette dressing was artful with just enough sugar to ameliorate the bite of Balsamic vinegar and the herbs. Sue smiled as she placed another delightful fork of salad in her mouth.

"Well, I'm wearing my sit-down shoes when I have a stinging "stand up" butt." she laughed.

"Your shoes are spectacular and I'm sure your butt is even more interesting." he said with a smile.

"Doctor?" she warned, but added, "These really are the wrong shoes to wear after you've been paddled. I can barely walk in them."

"But you enjoy wearing high heels, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes I do." Sue answered, "But, I don't know why when they hurt so much. You have no idea the pain!" "Nonetheless, there is a very good reason that you do." he offered.

"They are attractive to men." she answered.

"Yes, but do you know why?" he asked.

Sue stopped and thought. "We've always said they make your legs look better, the "wincing walk" is attractive, your posture is attractive, makes your butt stick out, but..."

"All wrong..." he responded.

"Tell me." She instructed as she wiggled to find a more comfortable position for her throbbing butt, noisely scraping a heel in the process, uttering an "Uh!" Dr. Morenstein only smiled.

"You're not supposed to do that." explained Sue.

"Who says?"

"You wouldn't believe how much women talk about how to walk, sit, stand up, turn and so on."

"You are the attractive sex, after all..."

"I guess, but how did this all happen? Is it just because we're the ones who have the children?"

"Essentially, but the bigger story is very interesting." he said.

"Where did you get this, doctor?" Sue asked.

"I developed it from a variety of sources." he answered.

"So it's your concept?" she asked.

"I suppose..." he replied.

"OK, so tell me about it..." she asked.

"In the beginning we were both the same size. Men and women were equally strong, but there were the normal "bell curve" differences."

"In each new generation there would be some larger, many average and some smaller of both sexes."

"Right, but only the stronger would be able to breed..."

"And, they would tend to catch the smaller women." Sue added.

"And, before the invention of the bed we did sex "dog style. Females would bend over and offer themselves to the men they wanted. But, over time they got smaller and smaller so they would have to rise on their toes to achieve a couple!"

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Sue. "Have you ever discussed this with another woman?"

"No."

"They may object some way or another, but you are right."

Sue paused to work on her salad, while Dr. Morenstein enjoyed the validation of his hypothesis along with his home-grown vegetables and handmade vinegrette.

"Why would women object to my idea?"

"We never, ever want men to know what we go through to appeal to them." Sue said after swallowing, but quickly followed her pronouncement with another very full fork of salad she really liked. The flavors were wonderful.

"It's too bad few, if any, women realize from where this urge comes." He observed.

"I think they know, somehow..." she replied.

"What do you mean?" asked he.

"When you first put heels on you feel very sexy and then it fades as the pain comes." said Sue.

"In antiquity you would only stand on your toes for a few minutes." he replied.

"Exactly..." Sue affirmed, but then said, "But, let's get onto the major issue."

"Punishing guilt?"

"Right."

"How do we go about it?"

"When you reach the point with a patient that you are sure his or her problem is guilt suggest "a new kind of therapy."

"In other words "sell it to them.""

"Right."

"How many do you think would opt for a spanking like the one I got?"

"Two things:" he offered, with forefinger raised, "More than you think and tell them "That's it or nothing!"

Sue dealt with the last three forks of salad in the bowl while she considered what Dr. Morenstein said.

"You may be right and it could ruin my practice. But, I'm on the verge of dumping anyway so why not try?"

"My dear," Dr. Morenstein offered, "I will do everything I can to help you expand your practice. There are many psychologists who have patients they would love to spank, but it's outside their purview now. You can help to change that."

For the next two hours as dinner continued the plan unfolded before them. The food was served by "Maria," Dr. Morenstein's housekeeper, and they discussed a plan where he would explain the program to her clinic director, getting permission to do this experimental program and explore avenues of getting likely candidates.

Sue got a notepad and by the end of the meal it was filled with her ideas and those of the author, she noted, "Dr. Ludwig von Morenstein."

"I never use the "von." It's not "American." I would rather be 100% American." he would say on every possible occasion. Taken from Nazi Germany as a child on the last boat to leave Hamburg, he was more proud to be an "American" than any born here. And, he was making a real contribution in the final phase of his life.

"I knew that you would lead us!" he announced.

"Well, I have not yet... And, how did you know?"

"I felt you would move faster and come to the realization I didn't get until the end of my clinical career. And, now you have, my dear."

"I can only hope that I am not the only one..." Sue said thoughtfully.

"Why don't we toast to that and call it an evening. I'm sure you're tired."

"No really, I'm very excited, but I should go to bed. I just wish my butt would stop throbbing."

"Still?"

"Oh yes..." Sue said with conviction.

Dr. Morenstein stood and went to the liquor cabinet, took a brandy bottle from the top shelf, delicately placed it on the bar and brought two small pear-shaped brandy glasses to it. With considerable, and practiced, grace he poured the amber liquid into the lower quarter of each glass and took them to the table presenting one to Sue.

"Can you stand?"

"Certainly." she said and stood on her spikes with only a slight wobble, taking glass in hand.

"Let us go to the fireplace and make a toast." He took her hand and she zig-zagged to the stonework.

"To the great future of spanking therapy!" Then he gulped the brandy and threw the glass into the fireplace where it shattered with a loud "pop." Sue copied his motions, but nearly gagged on the drink as she was not used to strong drink handled so coarsely.

"Let me see you to your room." And he presented the crook of his arm for her left hand. She wobbled out into the hall, up the stairs and soon they were at her door.

"Goodnight, my dear." He said warmly and she felt more like he were Bela Lugosi than Dr. Morenstein, her revered professor.

Sue's head was spinning with ideas, the events and brandy. She gushed, "Oh Doctor! You paddled me today and I just love you!"

"Thank you my dear." he said, kissed her on the cheek and walked away.

"Oh, I'm being silly..." she said once in the room. In a minute she was out of her shoes, stockings and underwear. Soon into the shower and then a black nightie and between the sheets.

All nights are cold in Santa Barbara so Sue had no trouble going to sleep in spite of a stinging and throbbing butt.