A few days later, Gretchen told me that she'd made an appointment for us with a therapist. "We really have stuff to discuss, Milesey."
"What-what sort of therapist is he?" I asked nervously. "Are we going back to Dr.Strazewski again?"
He had been the marriage counselor who had charged us an arm and a leg to "communicate" more.
"No, Strazewski was air headed windbag closet case. Nash is much more proactive." Gretchen leaned back in her chair, licking her lips. "Yes, he is."
Peculiarly, Nash did not have an office downtown as most psychologists do, just a modest suburban house, and once on the porch, we rang the bell.
The door opened and a dark haired girl with full lips in a bathrobe looked out. "May I help you?"
"Yes, we're here to see Master Nash." Gretchen said pleasantly.
Master Nash?
The girl let us in and shut the door, locking it behind her.
"You're Mistress Gretchen?" The girl, although actually taller than Gretchen (and myself) seemed to look up at Gretchen as if she were a child looking up at Mom.
"I'm Gretchen Unowicz, that's right, and this is my husband Miles." Gretchen smiled at the girl, who then behaved astonishingly.
She took off her robe, and dropped to her knees. Naked and with quite a set of big breasts, the girl looked up at Gretchen appealingly.
"Mistress Gretchen, I am Master Nash's worthless slave Pauline. Before I show you to the Master's quarters, will you be needing any refreshment?"
Gretchen gave me a "Now this is how I like to be treated" look before gazing back down at Pauline. "No, sweetheart, I'm all right."
Pauline rose to her feet and escorted us to a small room off the living room. "This is Master's Parlor" she said "Please make yourselves comfortable."
Pauline looked earnestly into Gretchen's eyes. "Mrs. Unowicz, Master Nash wanted me to tell you that if you have any irritated feelings, it's helpful to get them out of your system before the session."
Gretchen smiled gently. "I-I'm okay, Pauline, really." Gretchen looked at me and back at Pauline. "But don't you want to put your clothes on honey?"
Pauline beamed at Gretchen and shook her head no.
Why wasn't Pauline looking at or speaking to me? I was irritated as all hell.
Pauline smiled and touched Gretchen's hand.
"N-no really, Miss Gretchen. Anything, any tensions, if anyone cut you off in traffic today, whatever might be going on with you could be toxic.
Is there anything?"
"Um, well, I guess there have been minor irritations," Gretchen acknowledged. "I mean, I'm here, anyway, why?"
Pauline bowed her beautiful dark head and then walked over to a table where there was a long switch made of hazel or hickory.
Pauline brought the switch over to Gretchen. "Mrs. Unowicz--Mistress Gretchen, you can take your annoyances out on me.
Please whip my breasts until you feel less tense, ma'am...please."
Gretchen took the switch gingerly in her hand and tapped it. "Pauline, I don't want to hurt you, you've done nothing to me except be a good little hostess--"
Pauline touched Gretchen's arm. "P-please. Or Master Nash will think I've been neglecting you. It'll be good for us both."
Seeing Gretchen's assent, Pauline backed up a bit and put her hands behind her back, arching her back and jutting out her beautiful breasts.
Gretchen took the switch and lightly swatted Pauline on her right breast, a swat that would have made me squeal, but the girl didn't make a move.
"Mistress Gretchen, I'm sure you can do better than that," Pauline said, and smiled to hide her impudence.
Gretchen smiled herself, and then held the switch back
WHACK! WHACK! THWACK! SNAP!
Long red marks began appearing on Pauline's beautiful white breasts, but she didn't utter a sound.
Gretchen looked at me in contempt, for we both knew how loudly I would have been screaming!
Gretchen lifted her arm and brought the switch across Pauline's breasts about six more times, and other than one swift intake of breath, the girl said nothing.
Suddenly, it seemed as if Gretchen's personality was changing. There was a fire in her eyes!
"Pauline, grab your ankles, I want to make that little derriere of yours shake a bit!" Gretchen said with teeth clenched.
Pauline bent over and grabbed her ankles and Gretchen sidled behind her and worked her over with the switch until the girl finally cried out.
"Okay, you little smartass, you can get up now!" Gretchen said, tossing the switch across the room.
Pauline got up, and there were a few tears, but she was one tough cookie. She took Gretchen's hand and kissed it.
"Master Nash will be with you shortly." she said, and limped out of the room with as much dignity as possible.
We then sat on a couch and Pauline bowed deeply, and retired from the room.
I was somewhat aroused by Pauline, but I remonstrated with Gretchen.
"Look here, this Nash fellow can't be licensed if he has women running around in the nude, much less having you hit them...what sort of shrink is he?"
Gretchen snorted. "Nash isn't a shrink, Miles...he's a dynamic mender of marriages. His academic qualifications I know nothing about."
"That's because I don't have any!" came a masculine laugh. We looked up and a short, balding fellow with tortoiseshell glasses was walking in the room.
"No, I never even finished high school--it was that damn geometry!" Master Nash sat down on a Barcalounger facing our couch. "That and the assemblies, which were far too boring."
Just as we were going to start, Pauline came in again with some tea, which she put on the coffee table. Nash smiled at her, and looked at Gretchen.
"Did Pauline inform you about getting your aggressions out?"
Gretchen nodded enthusiastically. "She takes pain a lot better than some people I know" I blushed, of course.
"Did she give you the switch and the nettles to use on her?" Nash asked eagerly.
Pauline all of a sudden began shaking the teacups nervously.
"No, nettles? No...Just the switch, but that was good enough." Gretchen said cheerfully.
Nash looked up at Pauline through his little round spectacles. "Well now, Pauline, you disobeyed Master, didn't you?"
Pauline's face grew dead white. "I-I'm sorry, Master Nash I-I'm terrified of the nettles, they're so painful!"
I couldn't understand what a beautiful girl like Pauline was doing hanging around a dork like this Master Nash.
Nash was far geekier than I---skinny arms and legs AND a pot belly. But there was confidence in his manner, for sure.
"Well, I'm not going to whip you with nettles, though you certainly deserve it for disobeying me." Nash said pleasantly.
Pauline smiled hesitatingly. "Thank you, Master, I'll be better next--"
"Go get me the cactus branches, honey." Nash said, and we all watched Pauline's face fall into her hands, and she began sobbing.
But when she looked up at Nash, his own face was implacable. Pauline cried harder and ran from the room.
A few moments later, she came back with a small plant with bright green leaves with nasty thorns sticking out of each leaf.
"Ah yes, my favorites" Nash said happily "Euphorbia grandicornis , my favorite kind of cactus."
Nash snipped off a cactus leaf and motioned the weeping Pauline over.
I expected a horrible punishment, but it was just two quick swipes of Nash's surprisingly strong hands across Pauline's full breasts.
Pauline stood normally for a moment, and then bent over, grabbing her breasts and wailing. Nash snapped his fingers.
Pauline grabbed a small sofa cushion and bit it.
"I am training her to not make noise, but it isn't easy you know" Nash said. "Pauline is getting better at being a pain recipient, but it's one day at a time."
Finally Pauline took the tea, the cactus and her aching breasts away, and we got down to business.
I figured, like most counseling sessions, both husband and wife would tell their sides of the story and there would be mediation, but I figured wrong.
"So! Gretchen." Nash said, smiling at my wife. "What can we do to improve Miles? Did you employ any of my tough love suggestions?"
Gretchen nodded her head. "I've whipped him, humiliated him, and dressed him in drag, but he's still a controlling asshole.
He thinks he can tell everyone how to live, and when he's not putting his filthy hands all over me, he's playing with himself. It's disgusting!"
Nash looked at me and shook his head. "Guys like you make me sick." he said depressedly. "You just ruin the outlook of cheerful women like our Gretchen."
"What the hell?" I asked, outraged. "You haven't even heard my side of this. And was it you who recommended she put makeup on me? What the--"
Nash stepped up, hopping over the coffee table. He pulled me up by the collar and shook me.
"We don't need to hear your bullshit young man." Nash said, his face close to mine. "Your Mistress and I are trying to save your life here."
I struggled against Miles, who was about a foot shorter than I was, and he reached into my crotch and squeezed, and I fell to my knees, crying.
Miles stepped back and I got up, tears streaming down my cheeks, and a dull pain between my legs.
I sat down on the couch, staring at my belt buckle.
Gretchen didn't seem to care that I had just been assaulted by this stranger.
You'd think she'd be upset, but after all,she'd been encouraged to assault his receptionist so...
All bets were off around here, apparently!
"See how mouthy Miles is?" Gretchen asked Nash with disgust in her tone. "I just can't control him anymore. He's too persnickety."
"I'm not--you're not supposed to be controlling me!" I said angrily. "Who the hell do you think you are, woman?"
Gretchen looked at me and burst into tears.
Nash got up again, and I cringed into the couch, wondering if he was going to assault my crotch again.
But Nash took a piece of chalk out of his pocket and drew a circle about the size of a basketball on the hardwood floor.
"Now, Miles." Nash said in a level voice. "I think Mistress Gretchen and I have had enough of your lip.
Unless you want me to give you the whipping of your life right now, you're going to stand in this circle with your hands on your ankles and say NOTHING until I tell you to."
"Yeah, you can grab your ankles like Pauline did, asshole!" Gretchen spouted snarkily.
I'd had enough. "Go to hell, you quack!"
