Leigh shifted in her seat, her bare legs below the hemline of her skirt feeling the buttery soft leather of the couch she was perched on. The butterflies in her stomach felt like they were being blown around by the blast of a jet engine. She looked around the office nervously. Mark was sitting next to her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. The only indication of his apprehension was the way he kept sliding his palms together, back and forth, as he took in the surroundings. Both of them were wondering if making this appointment was going to help them, and exactly what it would mean for each of them.
After waiting for a few minutes, the door opened and a tall, bearded man strode into the room. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, with a thick head of hair that was slightly graying at the temples, giving him a distinguished, sophisticated look. He moved with an air of confidence. Mark had stood when he entered, and shook the man's hand before returning to his seat. The man then sat in a wing-back chair facing Mark and Leigh. With his notebook in his lap, it looked like they were in a normal therapist's office. But Leigh knew better - her breathing came in short breaths as she waited to hear what was in store for them.
This man was not your ordinary therapist. His public persona was one of a 'Consultant'. But those who used his services knew the deeper truth - his true profession was as a Marriage/Disciplinarian Consultant. His specialty was teaching husbands how to correctly and efficiently be the Head of a household and how to lead, improve and discipline their wives, if necessary. He taught by counselling and by example. It was understood that his was a 'hands-on' practice. It was possibly this knowledge that was causing the small tremor in Leigh's hands as she tried to sit still, waiting to see what he had to say. She dared not allow herself to think what he might do in the hour they were with him.
The man greeted them in a rich, warm baritone voice. "Welcome to my office. My name is Peter Woodman. I know you spoke to my secretary and filled out all the necessary paperwork - waivers, etc. - so we don't need to go over all that again. Why don't we just get started and you tell me a bit about yourselves and how I can help you?" He smiled at them and settled back in his chair. Mark cleared his throat and then spoke. "Well, Mr. Woodman - " The man waved his hand at him and interrupted him. "Please. Call me Peter." "All right - Peter," Mark continued. "We're here because we are trying to incorporate Domestic Discipline in our relationship and we just aren't getting the hang of it. I don't know what the problem is - " Leigh now leaned forward and interrupted him. "I can tell you what the problem is, Peter! He doesn't follow through - " Her sentence faded out under the glare of their counselor. He leaned towards Leigh and she felt like an invisible force was pushing her back and she shrank into the cushions. "YOU will call me 'Sir', young lady. And you will start showing respect for your husband this instant. That means you don't interrupt him when he is speaking. Is that understood?" Leigh could only give a small nod, her eyes wide. "Answer me correctly!" he ordered. Leigh squeaked out a "Yes!" But Peter still wasn't satisfied. "Yes what?" he growled. Leigh looked at Mark for some back-up, but he just sat there, as stunned as she was. Finally, she mumbled out a "Yes sir?" "That's more like it," Peter said. "Mark, please continue."
Mark was struggling to find the right words. "I guess - I guess I'm not sure what it is that she wants. I mean, she doesn't really give me any reason to discipline her!" "Hmmmmmm," Peter murmured with a sideways glance at Leigh. "Tell me, do you work all day, Mark?" "Yes," said Peter. "Does she?" "No, she doesn't work outside the home." "Is the house clean when you get home?" "Well, sort of. The dishes are usually done and the bed is usually made. Things are generally picked up." "What is she doing when you get home from work?" "She's on her computer." "Doing what?" "Playing games, I guess." "Who cooks dinner?" "Um, I do." "Who does the laundry?" "She does hers and I do mine."
Leigh was sitting there watching and listening to this exchange, her heart sinking as she heard Mark's depiction of her. Was he implying she was lazy? Her head was going from one man to the other as they spoke back and forth, like she was watching a tennis match. She was rapidly getting irritated that they were talking about her like she was some sort of a child who couldn't speak for herself! Peter's next words did nothing to allay her fears of what his opinion was of her.
"So she is able to stay home all day, yet does very little around the house and leaves a lot of it for you to do. She spends a lot of time on the computer that could be spent more productively. And as we've seen, she rudely interrupts and disrespects you. And you still claim that she gives you no reason to discipline or correct her?" Mark could only sit and stare as he tried to take it all in. Then Leigh saw something change in his expression - it was like a light bulb had gone off in his head. She gave a small silent groan.
Peter went on. "If I may, I'd like to deal with one issue at a time. The first and most important one is the disrespect. If you don't claim your position in the household, none of this will work. May I demonstrate?" "By all mean," said Mark. Peter stood and walked over to Leigh. "Stand up, young lady," he ordered. Leigh looked frantically over at Mark for help, but he just raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, indicating she should do as she was told. Slowly, she rose to her feet. Peter towered over her by a good eight inches. She looked at the tips of her shoes as he spoke. "Now, you need to learn to show some respect for your husband, young lady!" Leigh looked up and protested. "I do! I swear - !" Peter cut her off. "Don't try that now. I saw you roll your eyes when he said he had no reason to discipline you. Is that your idea of respect? Ridiculing and mocking your husband?" "He didn't see me do that! I didn't do it to his face!" Leigh whined. "No, but I saw it!" replied Peter. "And how do you think that makes him look if you do it while you're out with friends and they see you belittling your husband? Your attitude makes him look foolish and less of a man." Leigh had no reply for this. She now was twisting her fingers together as she stared at the floor.
Peter now pointed to the corner of his office. "Until I tell you otherwise, you will go stand in that corner with your nose to the wall. Your husband and I will continue this session, and we will bring you back into it when we decide you are ready. Now march!" Leigh looked helplessly at Mark, but when she got only a stony stare in response, she had no choice but to move slowly to the indicated corner. Peter was right behind her. She pressed her nose to the wall, but then yelped in shock as Peter lifted the back of her skirt, tucked it into the waistband, and whisked her panties down to her knees. She tried to grab them to pull them back up, but Peter caught her wrist. "Naughty girls always stand in the corner bare bottomed," he ordered. "This will keep your mind on the spanking that is to follow, which is also always on the bare." Leigh stamped her foot and tried to twist away, but was stopped by Peter's orders. "Young lady, you understood and signed the papers before we started this, agreeing to cooperate and participate in this process. Now stand still or the spanking will start now! Put your hands on your head and be quiet!" Miserably, Leigh laced her fingers on top of her head. All she could do was stand there, her face flooding red as she knew both men could see her like this. What had she gotten herself into?
Peter returned to his seat and continued speaking to Mark. Leigh couldn't hear every word, but the ones she could hear made her cringe - disrespect, dishonesty, misbehavior, laziness, rudeness, etc. And those were just the crimes. The next words she began to hear made her even more nervous - spankings, bare bottom, paddles, hairbrushes, cornertime, restrictions, mouth soaping, crying - the list went on. It seemed that for every infraction, there were a multitude of solutions. Just as she was trying to think of ways to convince Mark that this whole thing had been a bad idea, she realized they had turned their attention back to her.
"Leigh, come here," Peter called. Leigh started to pull up her panties before turning around. "Leave those where they are!" Paul commanded. Straightening up, Leigh slowly shuffled over to the two men, stopping a few feet away, her flaming face dipped down and her hands shielding her lower front. She froze at Peter's next instructions. "Now Mark, I am going to instruct you in the proper way to spank Leigh for her misbehavior. First, you demand an apology for her disrespect." Mark looked at Leigh, but she continued to stare at the floor. "Look at me, Leigh!" She jumped at the new tone of authority in his voice, and slowly raised her head until their eyes met. If she had hoped he would show her any mercy and let her out of this, the look in his eyes told her that was not the case. "I want you to tell me what you did wrong that I am going to punish you for, and I want an apology." Leigh gulped, and struggled to form the words. "I - I - was rude and disrespectful to you, and - I'm very sorry," she whispered. Mark looked to Peter, who nodded in approval. "Now tell her that you are going to spank her and that you expect her to cooperate." Mark sat up a little straighter and squared his shoulders. "Leigh, I am going to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom. I expect you to take your punishment like a good girl, understand?" "Yes," she again whispered. "Answer me correctly!" Mark ordered. Peter raised his eyebrows and gave a small smile of satisfaction - this one was catching on quick. Leigh sighed in resignation. "Yes Sir!"
"That was good, Mark," said Peter. "Now, take her by the arm and guide her down over your knee with her legs between yours. That way you can cross your leg over hers and hold her in place." Mark did so, having to give a bit of a tug as Leigh went, unwillingly, into position, her head at the floor and her bare bottom pointing at the ceiling. She was glad they couldn't see her red face as it flamed in embarrassment. Peter continued his instructions. "Take her outside wrist with your non-spanking hand and pin it to the small of her back. This will help you hold her in place and stop her from reaching back to protect her bottom." "Give me your hand, Leigh," Mark said softly. She halting raised her arm behind her and gave a small sob as Mark secured it in his and pinned her in place. His other hand rested gently on her upturned bottom. Leigh listened with a mixture of dread and horror as Peter finished his instructions.
"Now Mark, you are only going to spank with your hand today. We will progress to paddles and other implements, and other positions, later. I want you to apply firm, fairly rapid strokes, alternating cheeks. Also pay particular attention to her sit spot - right where the cheeks meet the thighs. You can apply a few on the back of the legs if she struggles too much to remind her to be still. For this session, I will tell you when to stop. Keep spanking until I do so. Later on, you will become a better judge of what is enough. Leigh, you are to remain in position and take your spanking. Is that clear?" "Yes," came the muffled reply. She whipped her head up in shock as Mark delivered a sharp *crack* to her bottom. "Answer correctly," he told her. "Yes Sir!" Leigh blurted. "That's better. Good thinking, Mark. You should begin now."
With that, Mark began to spank Leigh. His hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, swat after swat - first one cheek, then the other. Leigh gritted her teeth, jerking slightly with each smack. But as the heat began to build, and after a few sharp cracks to her tender sit spot, she began to vocalize her displeasure. "Ow!" "Ouch!" "That hurts!" "Stop!" "Mark, please!" "Yow!" "Mark, I mean it!" "Ok, I'm sorry!" "Ow!" "I'll be good!" "I promise!" "Ow!" "Please!" "Don't!" But her pleading had no effect on Mark. He did feel a bit bad about causing her pain, but he was determined to do what he had to do to make their marriage work. He doubled his efforts and kept spanking. Leigh's words changed to sobs. She could still get out an occasional "I'm sorry!" or "I'll be good!", but mostly all she could do was wail. For a while, she bucked and twisted over his lap, trying to avoid the stinging slaps, but even that was too much after a while, and she collapsed over his knee, howling and sobbing as her bottom was turned a crimson red. Mark finally looked over at Peter with a questioning glance, and Peter nodded to indicate he could stop. Mark gently rubbed Leigh's bottom as she cried it out, laying limply over his knee.
Peter gave them a moment to calm down before he spoke. "Help her up, Mark, and take her back to the corner. We'll finish our discussion while she does her after-spanking corner time." Leigh didn't even resist as Mark stood her up and walked her across the room. She leaned almost gratefully into the corner, sniffling, not even caring that her red, sore bottom was on prominent display. Mark resumed his seat and his conversation with Peter.
"I think we should meet once a month," Peter said. "For this month, I want you to work on respect issues. I also want the two of you to sit down and write up a set of rules. You should be clear on what you expect from her, and you both should agree on them. Don't try to fix all the problems right away - keep the list fairly short for now, but enough that she has to work for it. I suggest, for now, that you have a once-a-week spanking. You don't want to overdo it at first. Every evening, you two are to have a short discussion, without arguing, about what she did well that day, and what she came up short on. There should be an understanding that she will be punished for it at the end of the week. Then, on Saturday, have a final recap of the week. Ask her what she had trouble with over the course of the week and how she is going to work to improve it. Then you do as we did here - cornertime to think about about what she has done and why she is going to be spanked, then the spanking, and then cornertime again. Make sure you get an apology. You can do that either before or after the spanking. Most importantly - do NOT let her whine or wheedle her way out of her punishment! She expects and wants you to be consistent, even if she says otherwise. Think you can handle that?" Mark laughed. "I think the bigger question is, do I think I can handle her! Yes, I can do this. But what happens if I really have no reason to spank her at the end of the week?" Now it was Peter's turn to chuckle. "I don't really think that will happen. There should be things on her list that are a challenge and will take time to achieve. But if it does, you still administer the spanking as a maintenance spanking - one to remind her that you are in charge and she is to continue being respectful and obedient. And still use the cornertime - it helps her get her head in the right place. Does that make sense?" "Yes, it does," said Mark. "Thank you for your help, Peter. We'll see you again soon."
The two men shook hands, and then Mark went over to his contrite wife. He eased her panties up over her hips and lowered her skirt. Leigh turned to him and buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry I've been so awful! I'll be better, I promise!" "Shhhh," said Mark quietly. "It's all going to be fine. Let's go home." Leigh clung to him as he held her tightly and guided her across the room and out the door, both of them relieved to know they had taken a positive new turn in their relationship.
Hope you like the new story! Any comments would be appreciated. If you like the idea, this could be a series.