##175 The marriage counselor

My fantasy: Taken by wife to marriage counselor, given a hard caning.

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 tell him what I want.
POOF!

Wife and I went to the office of a marriage counselor. 
Wife told her, I've been disagreeable and argumentative. 
THe counselor smiled, and fetched a pair of long canes.
Then she looked at me and said, "Strip."
"Wh  what?"
"Strip, naked, now."
I took a deep breath and did so.
"Bend over, hands on the arm of the couch."
I did so.
She handed one cane to Wife.
"I'll give one stroke, then your turn, and back and forth."

I yelped and moaned as the cane strokes seared my bottom.

She stopped, and said, "Go to the corner."
I went and stood.

I heard her saying to Wife, "Do not hesitate to repeat this treatment whenever you find it necessary, or you just feel like it."
"Oh, you bet," Wife said.

I closed my eyes and 

Poof!
I was home.