In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I thought Mary was out for awhile.
I took a shower, and naked, in the bedroom, I lay down and began stroking my cock hard and fast.
AND... Mary walked in.
"JOSEPH!" she yelled, from the doorway.
I immediately stopped, short of a happy ending.
"Get into the living room RIGHT NOW! Don't bother dressing!"
I got up and followed her.
"Bend over that!" she said, pointing.
I bent over, and
She beat my bottom with a paddle and tawse
She stopped and said, "Get into the corner!"
I did ...
She said, "I cannot put up with this anymore. One choice, NOW. Either you agree to go to a Masturbation Aversion Clinic, or we separate. Choose, NOW!"
"I ... I'll go to the .. the clinic," I stammered.
A couple days later, we went to the clinic, with her driving.
We entered, and signed in, and a woman showed me down a hallway, and a room that looked like a garage.
She stopped, turned to me,and said, "Strip."
"Wh..what?" I stammered.
"Strip ... naked. Take off ALL your clothes."
I expected this, but not quite so .. well... suddenly.
I undressed, and put my clothes in a basket that seemed to be there for that purpose.
"Hold out your arms."
I did, and she tied my wrists together with rope.
Then she lowered a rope hanging from a hook in the ceiling, and tied my wrists to that rope, then pulled on the other end of the rope so that my arms were straight up.
"Your therapist will be along in a moment," she said, as she left.
In a few minutes, a woman, wearing a white blouse and black skirt, entered. She was ... grinning.
She said nothing, as she took down one of the many whips that were hanging on the wall.
She stood behind me and began, whipping my back, buttocks, and the back of my legs as I screamed in pain.
I screamed. I howled. And I sobbed.
I was close to passing out from the pain ... when she stopped.
She hung the whip up where she found it, and left the room.
Shortly, two women entered, one in a nurse's white dress.
The first one lowered the rope holding my arms up, then untied my wrists.
The nurse applied alcohol and cold cream to the angry stripes going down my back, as I winced and moaned.
The nurse left the room.
The other woman stayed and watched as I slowly carefully dressed.
She led me out of the room, and up the hall, to where Mary was waiting.
"Oh my GOD!" I said, with a loud moan.
She smiled, and said, "I saw it on the closed circuit monitor. I hope it works."
"Works?" I asked.'
"Masturbation ... Aversion. Make you ... or help you ... avoid masturbation."
"Oh ... yeah... I'll keep this ... PAIN ... in mind, should I think about jerking off again."
We got in the car, her driving.
"Well," she said slowly, "Just to be sure, I've booked you for nine more weekly treatments."
When that sunk in, I gasped and closed my eyes.
Poof! I was back home again.
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