Jacquis Clinic

Deanna and her husband sat in the cozy office and listened to details of the clinic.

"We only admit married men to our facility, and everyone is given medical testing to be sure they're free of disease," the receptionist stated. "Then, we set a schedule when your husband can come here daily for a couple of hours. We use a variety of techniques to help him overcome early ejaculation. During the time that he is not here, he will wear a device to keep him from masturbating. That would be cheating, since he will always last longer after the first release."

Deanna looked at him and smiled.

"You need to be aware," the receptionist continued, "that he will have regular intercourse with the staff here. That is how we gauge his progress."

Deanna's husband now had a firm boner under his trousers.

"What is the technique you use to help him?" Deanna asked, sweeping her dark brown hair back with her hands.

"It's not the same for everyone. The first visit is for calibration, so to speak. One of our staff will get a baseline for how soon he ejaculates, and what kinds of stimulation take him over the edge. Then, based on the experience of the staff, treatment will begin right away."

They both signed the admission forms and made his appointment for the following day.

He arrived and the receptionist paired him with Helen, a woman with straight blonde hair and a short black dress. She led him to a room with a single bed, bathroom and shower. He was visibly excited and at the same time nervous.

Helen watched while he showered. She made apoint of sitting with her firm smooth legs spread apart as much as her dress allowed. As he dried off, he saw Helen step out of her panties and pull down the top of her dress. She led him to the bed and had him lay next to her, and teased his already raging erection until it began to seep.

"Make love to me now," she said, and reclined on her back and parted her legs. She pulled her dress up above her hips.

He entered Helen and immediately felt his cock twitch as it desperately wanted to spurt in her sweet pussy. He looked at her twinkling eyes and bright smile as he slowly pumped. As usual, it took only a few thrusts and he ejaculated, his cock repeatedly pulsing inside her.

She withdrew from him as soon as he finished spurting and said, "That didn't even take a minute. Looks like we have some work to do. We employ a combination of incentives for maintaining control, and disincentives for ejaculating too early. Right now, I'm going to discipline you with a strap. I want you to turn over, now, and accept two dozen swats. You are not to interfere."

"Wha- what?! You're going to spank me?"

"Well yes, the form that you signed gave your consent for accepting discipline. It also stipulated that if you refused to accept it, treatment would be terminated. What would your wife say if we sent you home as untreatable? We enjoy an almost hundred percent success rate in those who complete the program. You want to experience the sublime pleasure of lengthy intercourse, don't you?"

She picked up a sturdy leather strap. "Turn over now, and we'll get this over with."

This is the part I like best about being here, Helen thought to herself as he turned over and she prepared to administer the strap.

"Keep your hands out of the way. This probably won't be fun for you."

Helen, while keeping her eye on the bared buttocks of the male on the bed, raised the strap as high as she could. Then she delivered a fiery swat while bending her knees for more effect. Twenty four times she did this. Twenty four times, Deanna's husband yelled and squirmed. When she finished, she attached a cock cage and sent him home, telling him that tomorrow he'd get some advice on how to delay ejaculation during intercourse.

That evening Deanna was so aroused that she had him perform cunnilingus on her through several climaxes. He was desperately frustrated since he could neither have intercourse with her, or come to ejaculation by any other means. Her wild-eyed and vocal response to his attentions further fueled his desire.

The next day at the clinic, the receptionist waved him by and told him which room to enter, and directed him to take all his clothes off. A little while later Jean, a firm-featured brown-haired woman, entered and removed his cock cage. While he showered, she stood close by and made sure that he saw her with her hand in her panties. She stripped while he dried off, and had him sit next to her on the bed.

She spoke to him as she fondled his boner.

"When you're making love to a woman, always be doing something. If you're trying to delay ejaculation by keeping your hips still, then kiss her or nibble on her nipples, that kind of thing. Now, I want you to practice this exercise..."

Jean described what she wanted him to do, and monitored him over the next twenty minutes. She had her hand on his boner the whole time, during which he seeped profusely.

"It's time for the proof of the pudding," she said, and reclined on the bed. She spread her legs slightly and bent her knees. "Make love to me now," she instructed, and placed her hands behind her head.

He entered her and pressed his mouth on hers as he pumped. His hips seemed to have a will of their own, independent of his wishes. He slowed down but couldn't bring himself to stop. It was not very long at all before Jean's pussy coaxed forth his ejaculation. His member pulsed and spurted helplessly as he finally admitted defeat.

Jean smiled, grasped his hips, and withdrew him.

"Time for a little motivational training," she said as she picked up the phone and pressed a few keys. "Kristy, this is Jean. Please bring me a wooden hairbrush. Thank you."

The receptionist entered the room carrying a hardwood oval hairbrush and smiled as she handed it to Jean. The hapless and naked male was embarrassed at the thought that everyone in the room knew exactly what had happened. He was further humiliated when Kristy calmly stood there after she handed the hairbrush to Jean, which meant that she was going to stay and watch. Jean sat on the edge of the bed with her thighs slightly apart.

"Get yourself over my lap now, so I can spank you like the naughty boy that you are... Yes, she's going to watch you get it."

Deanna's husband, with a red flush on his face from the humiliation, got across Jean's lap.

Jean spanked hard, and slammed the hairbrush three dozen times. He tried to take them without crying out, but could not keep from voicing his reaction after about ten strokes. Afterward he rubbed his bottom while Jean put his cock cage on.

The following day, he was paired with Joy, a petite blonde with long curly hair and a low voice. She asked him some intimate questions about his wife's reaction to his sessions. He stammered that she was insatiable for oral sex and that his desire for intimate fulfillment was high.

"That's fairly typical of the wives of the guys that we treat," Joy stated. "Now let's get down to business here..."

She held his firm boner in her hand while he practiced his exercises, and then said that it was time for the testing.

"So far you haven't lasted past a minute," she said earnestly. "I really think you can do much better than that. If you come too soon today, I don't think I can spank you, since you've gotten two spankings in a row, even though I really would like to stripe that bottom of yours. You know, when my husband ejaculates too soon, which happens occasionally, I have him clean my pussy with his mouth afterwards. He's got to get every bit of that cum out of there. I think I'll use that technique on you. Have you ever eaten a pussy creampie? No? Then, that should be a new experience."

Joy reclined on the bed and spread her legs.

"I'll tell you what," she continued, "If you can last two minutes or longer, you can fuck me a second time. Less than two minutes, and you've got to eat my creampie."

Joy spread her knees and lewdly presented her womanhood for him. He slid in and she started a timer. Several times he managed to stop pumping and kissed her warmly, played with her nipples, and nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned loudly in her sensuous low voice. He tried to expand the range of stimulation that he could endure without crossing the line to ejaculatory inevitability. Her blonde-haired pussy and her low moans proved to be more than he could handle, and he felt the increasing strength of the tingling within him. His cock jerked and twitched, and then spewed forth a profuse serving of semen into the warm caresses of Joy's pussy.

She looked at the timer and shook her head.

"Fifteen more seconds and you'd have been clear." She pulled away and withdrew him. "Get to work down there now, and don't stop till you've gotten every bit of your cum out of my pussy."

Joy climaxed, and rather loudly, several times while Deanna's husband warmed up to licking and sucking out his own semen. He knew that anyone outside the room could hear Joy's raucous orgasmic proclamations.

That evening Deanna had her husband service her orally over an extended period of time, and, much to his frustration, was especially arousing sexually.

On several of his subsequent visits to the clinic, he got Joy as his mentor more often than the others. She kept raising the bar, telling him he could take her a second time if he lasted two and a half minutes, then three minutes, and so on. Of course, she always subtly moved in a way that practically ensured that he would not quite make it. She then had the pleasure of striping his bottom with a rattan cane (in which case every staff member who was not busy was invited to watch, much to his further humiliation), or having him suck on her freshly creamed pussy while she raucously climaxed for all to hear.

When the clinic determined that he had progressed a fair amount, they set up a meeting with him and Deanna. Joy ushered them back to an office. She addressed Deanna in her resonant, low voice.

"I've used a couple of incentives for him to stay motivated to avoid ejaculating too soon. One is the threat of a spanking. I'm sure you've seen the results of some of those." Deanna smiled and nodded. "The other," Joy continued, "is something I also use on my own husband when he ejaculates sooner than I want - I have him immediately service me orally and lick me clean - he has to remove all the semen from me. You may want to consider that too. Or you could give him enemas, or discipline him in front of your friends. I'm confident that he can progress so that both of you can have a vastly more pleasurable sex life than before."

Joy turned to him. "Now if you'll stand up and unfasten your trousers, I'll remove the cage." He was embarrassed from being instructed to do that in an office setting, and hesitantly pulled down his pants and undies. Joy walked over and released the device. His cock stood out like a flagpole. Joy smiled knowingly, and Deanna parted her lips slightly as if anticipating. She could see the desire in his eyes.

Over the next several weeks, their bedroom entertained a number of different scenes as Deanna worked with her husband's motivation to prolong intercourse before ejaculation.

There were times when she, completely undressed, stood with one hand on her hip, the other hand grasping a doubled-up leather belt. He, with a cushion under his hips to better present his bottom for the strap, was face down. His bared buttocks were getting more reddened by the minute as she strapped and strapped and strapped.

Other times found him bent over the edge of the bed, kicking his legs as Deanna repeatedly whisked a freshly cut switch across his bared bottom.

And there were the times when Deanna, on her back with her legs apart, pumped her hips and rolled her head from side to side, in the grip of an intense orgasm, while her husband orally cleaned her pussy of the semen which he had spurted before she was ready.

There were also the times when, after a lengthy ride, Deanna indicated in one of several ways that she was ready for his ejaculation. His throbbing erection pulsed as streaks of hot semen jetted into her welcoming womanhood.