“I see. Do come into the lounge. It’s more comfortable than my consulting room, and
less formal.”
The couple walked through the doorway and he sat in the armchair while Becky
plonked her thin frame down on the sofa.
“Now, please explain what your problem is.”
Becky did. It took her twenty minutes to talk about her loneliness, fear of being
obese, obsession with eating and her underlying longing just to be healthy and fit again.
“Well, Becky, I can help you, but only if you want to be helped.”
“I do.”
“Okay then. Doctor Sherman will have told you I am somewhat unconventional in my
approach to these matters. Most therapists believe in a system of rewards if certain goals
or objectives are met. Take most slimming clubs. You get a pat on the back if you lose
weight and a rebuke if you don’t. Most diets allow you one good meal every now and then if
you stick to a regime for so long beforehand. I work differently. I work on the basis that
I expect you to achieve certain goals and if you fail you have to accept punishment for
failure. Do you understand?”
“I think so. You set the goals and if I fail then you punish me.”
“That’s right.”
“So, what is the punishment?”
“A good old-fashioned caning, or other form of discipline. I believe quite firmly
that if you want to succeed then you have to have the desire to succeed drummed into you.
You have to know that if you fail then the consequences are quite severe.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Becky was sitting timidly now, wondering what she was
getting into.
“Good, that is a good start. If you know it makes sense…” his sentence went
unfinished.
“How do I know the goals you are going to set me are achievable?”
“You don’t. All you can do is rely on my expertise and experience.”
“Oh.”
“So, are you up for this? Do you want to give it a try?”
“I guess so. I told the doctor I would, but I didn’t expect it to be like this.”
“I know, most of my patients see it like that. They are used to seeing the doctor
once every few weeks, taking some pills and some nice, polite words of encouragement and
then they expect everything to be okay. But of course, as you will know, that doesn’t
often happen. My approach is much more likely to succeed.”
“Okay, I have nothing to lose, so let’s give it a whirl.”
“Excellent. Now, at our first meeting I have to take certain measurements and get
to know you a bit, so I can set your goals. I also intend that you should experience at
first hand the kind of punishment I administer if you fail to meet your targets. It will
act as an incentive over the coming days. Are you agreeable to that?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good, well in that case we can get started. Just across the hallway is my
consulting room. Would you be so kind as to go in there, take off all your clothes and put
on the gown hanging on the back of the door. Then, will you please lie down on the couch.
I will be with you in a couple of minutes.”
Becky stood up slowly. The speed at which things were moving was unnerving and yet,
at the same time, she felt she had no choice. She opened the lounge door and walked across
to the consulting room. Inside was a large, oak desk and to one side of the room, coming
out into the room from the wall, was a black, leather-upholstered, consulting couch.
In two minutes, Becky had removed her clothes except for the thong she wore to
cover her sex. She donned the gown and lay down on the couch. While she had been
undressing, her every move had been recorded on camera from the control room that was
behind the two-way mirror that covered one wall of the consulting room. This recording had
taken place entirely without Becky’s knowledge, though Giles had watched her avidly as her
thin limbs and torso were exposed.
“Are you ready,” he smiled as he entered the consulting room, knowing his victim
was awaiting his attentions.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Good, then we will begin. I have to make a series of measurements and then I will
need to weight you.”
“Okay.” Becky lay back patiently as the man took his tape measure and recorded all
kinds of measurements on his clipboard. He measured the length of her arms, the
circumference at wrist, elbow and middle of the upper part of the limb. He did the same on
her legs and ankles and then asked her to stand. When she stood up he deftly untied the
gown causing it to fall to the ground.
“What is your bra-size?” He asked
“Triple A, I think.” Becky was shivering with expectation not because the room was
cold.
“Good, and what size would you like to be?”
“Well, an A or B would be nice.”
“And perfectly possible.”
“You think so?”
“Yes, I do. The question is, do you?”
“I don’t know. I want a good figure but I can’t see how I will ever get one.”
“Well, I will show you. First though, you must learn to do what I tell you.”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t. I told you to strip and that means everything, even your
knickers.”
“But it’s only a thong,” Becky protested. It was a mistake.
“I don’t care. Obedience is paramount. Remove the article please.”
Becky reached down and the thong soon reached the floor. In the next five minutes
Becky was measured for her overall height and stood on a pair of electronic scales so her
weight could be taken.
“Okay, go and lie back down on the couch.”
“Can I wrap myself up?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I am going to show you the kind of discipline I use on people who disobey
my instructions and who fail to meet my targets. It will act as an incentive for you to
achieve what I set for you.”
Becky lay back on the couch, wondering just what the man was going to do to her by
way of her punishment.
“Okay, first your goals. I will see you again in one week’s time. In that week you
will gain four pounds in body weight. If you achieve more, you will get a reward, if you
fail you will be punished.”
“Okay.” Becky lay there thinking four pounds could not be that difficult to
achieve.
“Now, do you have a boyfriend at the moment?”
“No,” the sudden change of tack caught Becky unaware.
“Is that because you are thin, fragile, and unhealthy?” Giles smiled.
“Yes, I just don’t feel I look good.”
“That is okay. So it is a while since you had sexual urges?”
“Yes. I don’t have the energy for that kind of thing.”
“I see. I also see you have shaved your pussy. Why did you do that?”
“Part of me not wanting to grow up, I think.”
“But you are nearly thirty years old.” Giles had walked over to the couch.
“Also, I think the hairs make my pussy look fat.”
“Interesting. Then, for next week you will also allow your pussy hairs to start
growing.”
“But, I don’t like them.”
“Let them grow or you will wish you had done so.”
“Okay.” Becky could feel his hand on her thin leg as it moved slowly towards her
exposed sex.
“Turn over and lie with your legs hanging over either side of the couch.”
Becky did as she was instructed. The hand caressed her buttocks.
“I will give you a hand spanking to warm you up. It will sting but it will not be
as painful as if I was properly punishing you. Having your legs hanging over the sides of
the couch serves to tauten the flesh and will increase the sensations you are about to
experience.”
Becky had to agree with him. Her buttocks were taut and, though she didn’t say
anything, her sex was also wide open and exposed from behind. For a minute the exposure
thrilled her. Then she felt his warm hand as it caressed her buttocks. The first stroke
was not particularly hard but the sheer surprise of it made Becky gasp out loud.
“Ow,” she moaned.
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