#57 Extracting a confession with a birch.

POOF!
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!

When she asked me, I admitted to masturbating "now and then".
"When was the last time," she asked me.
"I, um, well, I'd rather not say."
"Oh, really," she said. "Then, I want you to strip naked right now, and lay on The Bench.
 She locked in my feet, tied down my wrists
 and begin whipping me with a birch.

After 28 strokes, I moaned and shrieked, "YEsterday! Yesterday! In the shower!"


Satisfied with my answer, she gave me another 60 strokes as punishment, as I howled and sobbed.
"Now, you can stay there, while I think about this a while."
In my pain, I lay there, and closed my eyes.

POOF!
I was back home.