Chapter 1: The First Spank: Confession Under Guidance
I was nervous about seeing a sex doctor, but I hadn’t orgasmed the last several Emily and I had sex, and something needed to be done. Emily found Dr. Holloway, the same way she found all my doctors for me, and scheduled an appointment for us to meet with her.
The office was modern and stylish, but not cold. There was an cozy intimacy in the design and the furnishings were comfortable and inviting. Dr. Holloway leaned forward, her elbows on the knees of her expensive trousers, and said, “So, Dave, Emily tells me you’re having trouble finishing.”
I shifted on the plush leather couch, my face warming. “Yeah, that’s… that’s the clinical way to put it, I guess.” Dr. Holloway’s gaze was steady, unblinking, and it made the words tumble out. “Everything feels great, but then it just…” I wasn’t sure how to explain it. The pleasure would just crescendo and then die away. Emily, sitting beside me, reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.
Dr. Holloway nodded slowly, her eyes thoughtful. “And what happens in your mind at that moment, Dave?”
“I try to get it back, but it doesn’t happen. I just get soft.”
Emily squeezed my hand tighter, her knuckles white. "We've tried a lot of things," she offered, her voice soft with an undercurrent of frustration.
Dr. Holloway’s expression softened into a knowing half-smile. “Tell me Dave, when you masturbate, do you have the same difficulty?”
“No, but it’s not great then either”, I admitted.
“What’s not great?” she pressed.
“It’s weak and unsatisfying”, I said. Emily was still holding my hand, her thumb slowly rubbing circles.
“And what do you think about, or look at while you’re masturbating?” Dr. Holloway pressed further.
I swallowed, my throat dry. “I look at spanking videos”, I spit out. I knew Emily knew this about me already, but it was still embarrassing to say out loud to Dr. Holloway.
Dr. Holloway didn't blink. “And in these videos, Dave, are you the one administering the spanking, or receiving it?”
“Receiving”, I replied.
“I see. And Emily”, Dr. Holloway said, looking now at Emily, “are you not willing to spank Dave?”
“No, I am”, Emily replied quickly.
“So then, do you do that?”, Dr. Holloway asked.
I answered. “Emily has tried spanking me several times, but it never elicits the feelings I am looking for. It’s not the hitting as much as the embarrassment, and I am not embarrassed with Emily.”
Dr. Holloway’s eyes flickered with understanding.
Holloway’s eyes flickered with understanding.“Embarrassment is a powerful engine for arousal,” she said, her voice dropping into a more intimate register. She leaned back, appraising us. “The dynamic you’ve established at home is one of equals, of lovers. To access this particular trigger, that dynamic needs to shift, and that can be difficult to achieve in a familiar, safe space.”
She stood up. “What we might need is a catalyst—a new environment, a new authority.”
Emily’s grip on my hand tightened.
“Okay,” Dr. Holloway continued, her gaze settling on Emily. “I’d like you to try it now, Emily. Here, in the office.”
I froze, and I could feel Emily’s apprehension. “Right now?”, Emily asked with a somewhat confused tone.
“Right now,” Dr. Holloway affirmed, her tone leaving no room for debate.
Emily’s hands felt suddenly clammy in mine as she slowly released her grip. She looked between Dr. Holloway and me and shifted nervously on the couch.
“But, I want you to try something a little different. Dave, I want you to create a story. I want you to cast yourself and Emily in different roles and there needs to be a reason she is spanking you. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know”, I hedged. “It feels a little contrived, but I can try.”
Dr. Holloway gave a single, slow nod. "Start simple, Dave. Imagine Emily is your... stern teacher and you didn’t do your homework."