[My sincere thanks to estragon for proof-reading and copyediting this story. -Tricia]
Session III: Group Session
The weekend was one of the best I had had in a while. Dr. Gupta's prescription to help my sleep was working like a charm. It was a little difficult to get the privacy to masturbate, but I was managing. It was one thing to worry about my husband, Bob, who fell asleep like clockwork, snoring by 10:15. But my teenagers were at the age where they were staying up later than I did. If I went into my bathroom it was okay; but I knew I needed to be quiet.
There was something freeing about masturbating by prescription: no more guilt. I could do it, and enjoy it, and sleep like a baby afterward. And I hadn't had as many orgasms in ages.
I also found myself standing straighter and eating somewhat less. Certainly I drank less. I don't think that was the vibrator though. That was the spankings. I started to make a list over the course of the time of things that I needed expiation from. And I knew that the spankings would release me.
Getting the time off from work was a little harder than it had been last Friday. But I rearranged my schedule and got to Dr. Gupta's waiting room, slightly out of breath, just before two. Just as I sat down to catch my breath, the doctor opened the door to the inner sanctum and said, "Megan, Saguna, Pamela, good you're all here. Please, come on in."
We were all similar ages, somewhere in our late thirties or early forties, and all had the harried look of suburban mothers/wives/worker bees. Megan was probably the one of us in the best shape, a tall skinny woman with a tight bun of dirty blonde hair. She wore tiny rimless glasses and a business suit of grey cloth and a royal blue silk blouse. I guessed that she might have been a banker.
Saguna was obviously Indian like Dr. Gupta. I had noticed over the years that a lot of her clientele were also Indian. That made sense. Anyway, Saguna must have been a nurse or dental hygienist. She wore the sort of pink loose-fitting uniform that someone in that business might wear. She was "plus sized" like me. I assumed that like me she'd put the weight on with the kids and never managed to get it off. Her hair was long, thick, and dark and she wore it pulled back and tied with a red ribbon at her neck.
Me, well, I was wearing jeans that day. I had a busy morning moving some new systems and I was in my grubbies. I felt a little bad about that and a little ripe, but it couldn't be helped. That was my job some days. The worst was when I got dressed up to work in the administrative offices and wound up crawling around in the wiring.
"Stand in a line, ladies," Dr. Gupta instructed us when we entered her office and she closed the door. The three of us looked nervously at each other and at the doctor. I had maybe seen Saguna in the waiting room once, but Megan was not someone I'd ever run into. We were really all strangers to each other. Dr. Gupta took her seat in front of us. She was wearing a traditional sari, which she did now and again on no particular schedule that I could discern. Usually she wore "regular western" clothing.
"Megan, Pamela and Saguna, listen to me. You've all started this new therapy with me in the last week and the first couple of sessions have seemed promising to me. You were each encouraged last session. Is that still the case, Megan?"
"Yes, Dr. Gupta, it is."
"What about you, Pamela?"
"It's working great. I don't understand why, but..."
"It's best if we don't worry about why just yet. Saguna?"
"It's helped a lot, Dr. Gupta."
"Good. Now for the next step, which is to help you reduce your inhibitions even more. I will spank each of you, in turn, while the others watch. And I want you all to make sure you watch. If I catch you looking away or closing your eyes, you'll have extra spankings. Do you all understand?"
We all nodded.
"Pamela, you're first. Step forward." I moved to a space between Dr. Gupta and the other women, fully aware of their eyes on me.
