At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren’t you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!” Still tied up and duct tape gagged, he had been hing fron the ceiling by his blue speedos, in an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. Adding to his humiliation a white surrender flag protruded from between his two now red and bad badly bruised and bitten butt cheeks, having been inserted deep into his ant bitten anus. After applying an additional coat of aloe to my pink bum, I gather my things and reach for the door. “ Most guys like to be hugged afterwards,” interrupts Dr. Don, arms outstretched. Then there are those that only like to be spanked for made up reasons. This group reported it was sexually exciting. My session starts in Dr. Don’s bedroom, where what appears to be a replica of the Mayflower is bookended by pastel portraits of his parents. (Ironically, he was a good kid who never got spanked.)

But Dr. Don says what his clients are really craving is attention. “They want someone to notice them, to give up control and be a kid again.”

Hot

Once it hits, however, the strapper lands with a delightful sting that causes my eyes to well up. By the third blow, tears are streaming down my face. Without missing a beat, Dr. Don spreads my butt cheeks and begins rapidly slapping my asshole with a small plastic kitchen spoon which, as promised, sends a euphoric pulse of energy up through my balls. All at once I realize how one might become addicted to spank therapy. The pool was entirely empty when Jordan dived in and swam a full length under water. For the first time in weeks, Jordan felt a sense of freedom and relief as his skimmed through the cool deep water, wuith the sleekness and agility of a fit young otter. Swimming was the one thing in the world at which he was the most accomplished, and if had had the determination and self discipline to overcome his naturally lazy and self indulgent nature, he could potentially have been a world class athlete. He directs me to crawl across his lap on the couch to assume the over-the-lap position that he explains is most common, since it allows for optimal control and connection to the spankee. (Other positions include: lying prone, bent over; under the spanker’s arm; through the legs of the spanker; and over the spanker’s shoulder, which Dr. Don explains represents that the spankee is his property.) A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared.

As observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved discomforts and humiliations. While neither an M.D. nor a Ph.D. — nor any D, for that matter — Dr. Don explains he’s a “ Spankologist,” or an expert in adult male spanking. “People who have spanked for as many years as I have are considered doctors of their trade,” he reasons. His gentle demeanor and hypnotic voice contrast with a gaunt, villainous gaze that seems to wander. It’s as if Mr. Rogers had broken bad instead of Walter White. After caressing my butt for 10 seconds “to create a connection and facilitate the male bonding process,” Dr. Don administers a series of four stinging slaps with his bare hand immediately followed with circular, soothing rubbing. It sounds a little like this: Blood vessels rise up like goose bumps when you spank the ass,” he explains. “Rubbing in between relaxes them and avoids bruising so the spanking can last longer.”I suspect that in the first group there are those who commit little offenses they know will earn them a spanking. Like going in the kitchen when the wife is cooking and making a smart remark. He knows that his well-trained wife will have him drop his pants so she can paddle him with a handy cooking spoon. He thanks her for punishing him. He knows that they can have make-up sex later. I don’t think this group belongs in the real life or role play category. Is there a bull shit category? How does the wife see it? Role play? She certainly can not believe she is having any effect on his behavior as he keeps doing it again and again.

I wanted to see if the answers revealed anything that I considered useful. So I tallied up the responses to four of the questions. For a short while he was free of the sense of dread of what might befall him next, which hay have been a kindness, given what was in store for him. The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.

It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them. He invites me to undress and join him in the other room. “If there’s anything curious you want to try just bring it with you.”