Dr. Goldberg, Therapist

Sue Goldberg arrived at the clinic in sweats and running shoes, pumped up after her one mile power walk to the clinic, made her way across the 40 foot expanse of the rotunda rug to the receptionist's desk. "Hi!" greeted the young girl at the desk, "Any messages?"

"Just the usual calls, but your first appointment is with a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Gottlieb."

"OK." she said, wondering who they could be and from where they had come. She took the paper in hand and went to her office. Once there she pulled off the running shoes and sweats, donned a short skirt over her fishnet stockings and a pair of black patent leather T-strap pumps with five inch heels. Her white collarless blouse would be completed with an attached high collar and tie to give her the commanding presence of an early 20th century school teacher or prison matron.

She stood before the mirror, dealing with the four-in-hand knot while acclimating to her pumps, wiggling her toes to relax the leather. When the tie was knotted she turned from side to side to feel the embrace of the high, stiff collar. Lined with silk it was very smooth, but very tall. Still, it gave exactly the authoritarian appearance Sue wanted to project. The black tie fell between her ample breasts and the French cuffs were a nice addition.

"How did they wear these things in heat and humidity?" she wondered as she cinched the knot tightly to obtain a crisp knot in the silk tie. It was part of the costume she knew to be so important to her "DCPT," Diplomat of Corporal Punishment Therapy degree.

"It really makes a difference." she whispered as she strutted around the room feeling like military officer. The phone chirped and she picked up the receiver. "The Gottliebs are here."

"Thank you..." and she put the receiver down, strutted to the door opening it to stand in the door frame, turning her ankle to present the profile of her spectacular pump. "Mr. and Mrs. Gottlieb?" she said to the couple sitting on the couch.

"Yes..." the lady answered.

"Please come in." Sue ordered and the rose to comply, passed through the door, which she closed and locked.

"We don't want to be disturbed." she announced.

"Please be seated." she said gesturing to the couch as she walked to her desk to get a clipboard.

"Your first names?"

"Simon and Sarah" she answered and Sue noted that she was quite attractive where Simon looked like Michael Kinsley. "He must be very rich." she thought, but his confidence flickered like a candle in the wind, threatening to go out with every whisper. She took all the necessary data, ages, weights, medical history, credit card number, and so on.

"How did you hear of us?" she said as she sat in a near chair and crossed her legs, jutting her pump out into space, noting that Simon gazed at her leg, carefully recording his reaction on her pad.

"We were recommended by Saul Goldman." Sue thought for a moment. The name was unfamiliar.

"Saul Goldman?"

"He was afraid you wouldn't remember him so he gave us this..." she said, reaching into her purse to remove a photograph and passed it on to Sue.

"Oh yes..." she said as she looked at the photo a man's bare buttocks, red and slightly bruised.

"Now I remember. I never forget a..." she started to say, and then, "Well, never mind..."

"We have the same problem as Saul and he said you could cure it."

"Well, I treated Saul separately... Not with his wife."

"Well, I want to be involved because we have that kind of marriage." and she took Simon's hand lovingly.

"How bad is it?"

"Dr. Goldberg," Sara began, "we have been married two years and I have not had an orgasm." Simon dropped his head. "And, I caught Simon masturbating in the bathroom recently so I decided we have to do something about his sexual performance."

"Simon," Sue began, "how do you feel about this?"

"I was only practicing, Dr. Goldberg. I'm so ashamed..."

"That's not important. We'll punish you for that and then you'll feel better about it." she said smiling and the young woman nodded in agreement.

"I understand." Sara injected and Simon looked somewhat relieved for the first time since she had seen him.

"Tell me about your typical sexual experience." Sue directed.

"It's always the same... We get ready for bed, he becomes amorous, I get aroused, he mounts me, does five or six strokes and ejaculates."

"Terrible. And, you feel..."

"Cheap and let down." the young woman wept tears from both eyes.

Sue made a few notes, looked at the ceiling a few times between writings and then fixed an eye on Sara.

"I can cure this, but you are going to have to do everything I say exactly the way I tell you to."

"Oh Doctor," Sara exclaimed, "if you could... If you only could..." and she started to cry. Simon was silent, but his eyebrows were up.

"Simon," Sue began, "I want you to go over to that chair, drop your pants and bend over it." Simon's eyebrows elevated, he looked at Sara and she said, "Go ahead, Simon, do what the doctor says. I'm here, it's OK, darling." And so he did.

Sue approached with two short cords. "Grab the sides down near the seat. I'm going to tie you just for safety." "Sara?" wailed Simon, but she said nothing as Sue tied Simon's wrists to the side of the chair. Then she brought a one by two by three inch wooden block with an elastic loop attached.

"Open your mouth, dear." Sue smiled as if she were serving a sweet and popped the block in his mouth and put the elastic band around his head. "Bite down now. This will help." And he tried to ask something, but only muffled syllables emerged. "Poor dear. What is he trying to say?" she said as she turned away.

"Doesn't matter..." said Sue as she strutted away on her spectacular heels.

"Now we need two other things" and she walked to a cabinet where she removed a broad paddle.

"Doctor?" asked Sara, "Are you going to spank Simon?"

"Yes, but more importantly I'm going to demonstrate what you have to do to get a good performance out of him." and she took position, touched the board to his buttocks.

"Did you masturbate yesterday, Simon?"

"Yummm." He managed over the biting block.

"Whap!" the paddle hit with loud report and Sara winced as Simon sucked air around the block clenched in his teeth as he rose on his toes. His eyes were wide with astonishment. He had never felt a stinging swat before.

"Agh!" he cried over the bite bar.

"Here you try." Instructed Sue, handing the paddle off to Sara who took position and made a swing, but not very hard. Nonetheless, Simon winced, moaned and muttered something they could not understand, and which they ignored.

"Not like that, dear" said Dr. Sue taking the paddle from Sara.   She took position, put an aiming tap on Simon's butt, he winced.

"Very important..." Sue said, "...makes him tighten up." and she quickly executed her backswing, then laid another hard swat on Simon.

"SPLAT!" cracked the paddle, Simon gurgled in pain, went up on his toes and emitted a few drops of urine.

"More energy, my dear." Said Sue, "Do it again with feeling!" as she took the highly finished board and said, "Like this." "Whap!" and Simon all but left the ground.

"Oh..." he cried.

"Tears are good for men." and Sara nodded as she took the paddle.

"You mean like this?" "Whap!" Clearly, Sara was a fast learner and Simon was learning to cry as tears cascaded down his face.  Sue took a headset from the shelf, adjusted it and clamped it on Simon, saying, "You're going to listen to music while we have girl talk."

"You should always wear something like I have on, sexy but authoritative. Very high heels are essential, they drive men nuts. I'll walk in front of him and you watch his penis.

"Now you see?" asked Sue.

"It's rising." observed Sara.

That done she strutted over to her desk and opened a lower drawer to pull out a small box. The label read "Swell Guy" and she displayed it.

"This device will let you control when he ejaculates." Sue said to Sara as she opened the box. Inside was a three inch long penis shaped rubber tube, with an attached rubber bulb pump of the kind used on blood pressure reading apparatus, plus a battery box with a knob.

"This goes into Simon's rectum and it inflates with this pump." she said as she covered it with KY lubricant. Then she unveiled a color anatomical cross-section of a male urogenital system using the paddle as a pointer. "On expansion it puts pressure on the prostate, closing the vas defrens sperm duct so he cannot ejaculate and it has a miniature vibrator maintain and control his erection. If you want it harder just turn this up.

"Oh Doctor!" Sara exclaimed, "That's wonderful."

Sue walked over to Simon, lifted an earphone and said, "You won't like this, but don't fight it or I'll give you more swats, and wide-eyed he mumbled something.   Then she strutted to a closet, opened it and revealed an enema bag on a wheeled stand.  A bucket hung on the stand.  She rolled the apparatus into postion as Simon tried to object.  Sue quickly grabbed the paddle and gave him another swat.

"Now you cooperate or you'll get more of this." He only looked frightened, but settled down.

Sue inserted the enema pipe, flipped the valve, and soon the bag was gurgling.  Simon's abdomen extended as Sara watched in rapt attention. 

"That's probably enough." Sue said as she yanked the pipe out with the bucket in place.  Brown water and small lumps of feces shot into the bucket as Simon groaned.  Then Sue tried to insert Swell Guy, but Simon's anal sphincter was too tight.

"I hate to do this, but he's asking for it." and she grabbed the paddle.

"When they're like this you have to aim just under the buttocks. It's called the "sweet spot" and it's very sensitive. He'll open up. Watch this." She swung carefully and hit just under Simon's buttocks. He left the ground for a moment, but his rectum opened visibly and in that moment Sue got the Swell Guy about halfway in.  

"Gee he's really tight, but it's good enough." observed Sue.  "Come here and I'll show you what to do."  Sara came close.

"See, it's about half-way in so you pump it up." she said, working the bulb.  Simon groaned in pain.

"Doctor?" asked Sara in concern.

"Don't worry.  We're almost there!" and with a few more squeezes and some groaning from Simon the bulb disappeared into Simon's rectum with a "slurp" sound.

"Very important that it's all the way in, like that." She explained to Sara who was watching intently from a seated position. With her legs crossed as they would have been at a PTA meeting, but here was her husband bent over a chair, tied to it with a flaming, paddled butt and now a rubber hose and electric cord coming out of his ass.

"Go to the front, look in his face and tell me when his eyes cross." Sara moved to the front and gazed at her hapless husband, hanging onto the chair for dear life, tears flowing from his eyes as he felt new sensations from places of which he had not been aware.

"They're crossing." Sara sang cheerily and Dr. Sue worked the bulb as Simon moaned in discomfort.

"OK, come here and I'll show you how to work it." In a moment Sara was staring intently at the bulb.

"See this little valve here?" asked Sue.

"Yes."

"Just let air out until his eyes uncross.  In bed you can do this when he has just entered you." and she demonstrated while Sara went back to see Simon's expression.

"Yes, they've just uncrossed."

"OK, now grab his penis."

"In my hand?"

"Use your mouth if you wish." And Sara blushed. Such thoughts had never entered her mind. She had been the only bride in the Grand Hotel to come equipped with rubber gloves, but marriage had liberated her and she grabbed Simon's favorite appendage with her bare right hand.

"OK, I have it." she announced and Sue handed her the battery box control.

"Turn the vibrator control up and it'll get firmer."

"It's getting bigger!" Sara exclaimed she rolled the potentiometer under her finger.

"Do you like the size?"

"It's perfect."

"OK let me show you a couple of things." Said Sue as she took the paddle in hand.

"With Swell Guy properly installed nothing hard protrudes and you can give him more swats if you feel like. If he's been bad..." and with that she laid another one on hapless Simon as he listened to classical music. Just say, "Remember, mother loves you."

"Whap!" and he moaned.

"Let me try it." Said Sara, taking the paddle.

"Remember, mother loves you."

"Whap!" and Simon gurgled another moan.

"Well done." Congratulated Sue. "You're good at this. Now all you need to do is take him home and do what you will with him. He'll screw like an animal now." Oh Doctor," she exclaimed, "How can I ever thank you?"

"Well, this is a professional service."

"But of course. Can you help me get him into the car?" and the two women reassembled his clothing, but left Swell Guy in place with the bulb and battery box hanging over his belt.

"Shall we remove the bite bar?" Sara asked.

"I don't think so. He won't make any sense for a while, but he'll screw like crazy. If anyone asks just tell them he's had some dental work and has to wear the mouthpiece for a while."

They led him out to the hall and the parking lot, installing him in the back seat where he could lie on his side.

"He'll be a little tender for a few days." Warned Sue as Sara cheerily rounded the car and took the driver's seat.

Several hours later she decided to call Sara and the phone rang quite a while but finally a breathless young woman's voice was heard.

"Hello."

"Dr. Goldberg?"

"Oh thank you. The paramedics just left."

"Paramedics?"

"Well, yes, I had trouble with the valve and he just kept going, and going and going."

"Like the Energizer Bunny?"

"Exactly. It was wonderful. But, I finally got it to work and he went off. He fell back on the bed and wasn't breathing so I called 911."

"Oh dear."

"We had a terrible time getting Swell Guy out of him, but the paramedics seemed to understand. They had a special tool for it. Something called TRE, "The Rectum Extractor."

"Oh dear."

"They said they do one of these a week and I should call them any time. They were very nice about it."

"Oh dear."

"Oh Doctor." Sara exclaimed, "You're so wonderful. You don't know what you've done for me."

"Oh dear. What about Simon?"

"If I can put up with him eight more years I'll own him. I'll be set for life. You've made it all possible."

Sue put the phone down saying, "What have I done?"