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Andrew Partman sat in the waiting room reading a magazine about cars. He flipped through the pages glancing at photos of automobiles most people would never be able to afford and try as he might his eyelids would get heavy whenever he tried to read one of the articles that accompanied the photos. It's not easy to focus on glamour cars when not more than two weeks ago you lost your sister to a tragic car accident. Still, Andrew made the effort to read an article on the latest gas guzzling muscle car. "Mr. Partman?" came the voice from just above him. Andrew looked up and saw Barbara Palmer at the door to her office. It was time for another 40 minute session. Barbara was Andrew's therapist and she w as helping him deal with many personal issues, the least of which they were delving into when time ran out during their last session: the death of Andrew's sister. Barbara was a very attractive 30-something woman while Andrew was about ten years her junior. That didn't stop him from thinking about what it would be like to give her a spanking. With all the things in life he felt guilty over, spanking had to be right up there with the time he stole $20 from the cash his parents kept at home and got away with it. Andrew had wanted to bring up the topic of spanking to Ms. Palmer but he never had the nerve. He thought she'd throw him out of her office and then write "Lunatic!" on his chart, and seriously, who wants that? Andrew stood up and walked into her office and took his familiar seat in the patient's chair. "So, how have you been feeling since we last spoke?" Barbara began. "Lots of anxiety and depression," Andrew replied, without blinking once. "Are you taking your medication?" "Yes, every day, but I don't think it's helping much." "Well, even with medication you can still feel anxious. "Have you had any panic attacks?" "No, just feeling sad." "Well, your sister recently passed away, anyone would be sad." "Yes, I know." Andrew felt his heart racing and he thought he was going to succumb to a heart attack right on the spot. He needed to get this secret out into the open. He couldn't hold back any longer, in fact the thought of holding back was making him feel even more anxious than actually telling Barbara about this part of his being. He worried that once he told her, she would refer him to a male doctor and not see him anymore. Still, he could not live with himself if he didn't bring this up at long last. "Dr. Palmer, I have something I need to say to you. You see, when I am feeling very stressed out, something I enjoy usually helps me to relax, and that helps me more than the medication I think." Dr. Palmer smiled at Andrew. It was one of those 'shrink' smiles they give you that tells you not to worry about anything. It says they won't judge you, but of course, this did not make it any easier for Andrew. "Dr. Palmer, I'm into spanking women. I mean, I enjoy spanking women. I think about it all the time, every day. You don't have to say anything and we can talk about something else now. I just needed to get that off of my chest." "Andrew, we can talk about this. If it was important enough for you to bring it up here, then we must explore it more." "I don't know what it is, but when I think about spanking a girl, I get this wonderful feeling. There is a lot of excitement, but also a great calm comes over me." "Have you ever spanked someone before, Andrew?" "Um, no." "Then how do you know if you really like it? What I mean is, sometimes what we perceive as enjoyment in our mind, becomes something else in our waking life." "Yeah, I guess so, but I know I'd love to give you..." Andrew stopped and then looked down at the Olefin carpeting at his feet. "Andrew, were you going to say you want to give me a spanking?" At this point Andrew thought about running for the door and never looking back. He could mail her the last payment for their session. "I'm sorry Dr. Palmer, that was totally inappropriate for me to say that. " "Andrew, nothing here is inappropriate. It's my job, my goal to help you to feel better about yourself and that also means about spanking, which appears to cause you a great amount of anxiety." "Of course it does, I'm crazy. A real nut job. My elevator does not go to the top floor. I'm one fry short of a Happy Meal." Dr. Palmer laughed and said, "OK, I get the message. You are not comfortable about this part of your sexuality, but you should be." "Sure Doctor, that's easy for you to say. We both know I'm a freak." "Andrew, do not talk like that. I want to help you and I will." "Well you are helping me Dr. Palmer and I really do appreciate it." Barbara looked directly at Andrew and simply asked, "Andrew, do you want to spank me?" Andrew did a double-take. "What did you just say? I think I mishear d you." "Andrew, do you want to give me a spanking? If you do, it's OK and I think it would be good for your therapy and also good for me." "Good for you, how?" "There are some things even the best psychiatrists cannot learn from a book. I would like to explore this with you and perhaps we can both learn something along the way." Without another word being spoken, Barbara stood up and walked over to where Andrew was seated. "Shall I bend over?" "Well, I always fantasize about the girl being OTK." "OTK, what is that?" "Sorry, that means over the knee." Barbara laughed, "Oh, silly me." Barbara then lied down over Andrew's lap, her tight skirt fitting snugly across her buttocks, and delineating them erotically. "Andrew, just do as you would normally do in your fantasy, as long as you do not hurt me." "Dr. Palmer, a spanking is supposed to hurt." "I know that, but I mean injure me. I am just asking you to be careful, but I do fully expect the spanking to hurt." "Dr. Palmer," Andrew began, "In my fantasies, well, your skirt is nice, but um...." "Andrew don't worry. Just do it like in your fantasy. I promise I will not get upset with you." Barbara raised herself a bit and then Andrew lifted her skirt away. She was wearing a pair of silky blue panties. Andrew placed a finge r in the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them to mid thigh. He always suspected she had a great bottom, but in this case, his fantasies paled in comparison to what he was now looking at. Her buttocks were smooth and silky and while she did not have any excess weight anywhere, Andrew could see her cheeks would jiggle nicely when he began to spank her. He began to rub and pat her backside and a few times he ran a finger up and down her bottom crack. "Are you sure this is OK, Dr. Palmer?" "Yes, Andrew, I gave you my word." Andrew then brought his right hand down across the middle of her bottom. The spank was not hard by any means as he was not about to betray this huge amount of trust that Barbara was bestowing upon him. Little by little though, he increased the intensity until her bottom was glowing a bright red and she was sobbing over his lap. She then sensed the spanking was over and she stood up and sat on his lap. "Will you rub it and make it all better now?" she asked as she began to kiss him. "Yes, I will make it better," Andrew moaned, "I will make it better...make it better....make it better." "Mr. Partman," came that voice which woke Andrew up from his sleep, the car magazine still on his lap. Andrew followed Dr. Palmer into her office. He had never had the nerve to tell her about his spanking desires. Perhaps some things are just better left with our imagination. © js@smilingwithteeth.com "Otkforu" not to be reposted without permission |