Wife find my porn stash

MY FANTASY:
  Wife finds my porn stash, assists in REAL-izing my fantasies.

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!

Lila and I married, barely a year after we first met.

I lived in an apartment, she lived in a house left to her by her parents, so I moved in with her.

I moved the stuff I wanted to keep, the weekend before our honeymoon.
We went away a week, and returned, and went back to our jobs.
Our first week back, after dinner, I said, "I'm gonna take a shower now, so I won't have to, in the morning."
In the bedroom, I undressed while thinking those secret thoughts I often think about when I'm alone, those thoughts that I hoped would go away once I was in a normal vanilla sexual relationship ...
and my penis popped up, like it invariably did whenever I had those thoughts,  those thoughts that I use like a little blue pill to get aroused before having 'relations' with my new wife...
And I turned around and looked up, and she was sitting there, in a chair in front of the bed.  
Evidently I moved in a hurry, and had not been careful hiding my stash, as she was sitting leafing one of my many copies of "Ma'am' magazine.

And she was holding a wicked-looking hairbrush.

"So ... these depictions ...  turn you on, get you aroused?"
"Yes," I said, quietly.
"Is it ... the fantasy that arouses you, or do you really want ... a real spanking?"
"I want ... a real spanking."
"Have you ever really had one?"
"I've visited a couple, uh, professionals ... and I did get my bottom, you know, blistered, but it's just not the same when I'm allowed to set limits or use a safe word to stop it. A real spanking ... like from a Mom or a Strict Wife ... I wouldn't have any control over. No safe word. Just being spanked until ... she decides she's done."
"So, a real no-limit spanking is ... what you want?"
"Yeah..."
"If you get the spanking, or spankings, maybe, that you really want, will you stop ... looking at this ... porn, and ...fantasizing about it?"
"If I'm getting it for real, why would I fantasize about it? I mean, yes, I would ... stop."
"Even ... throw these away?"
"Um, can get twenty five bucks each on Ebay for 'em..."
"Turn them ALL over to me to sell?"
"Yeah... I guess..."
She smiled.
"Well, then, I think I'll give you a really hard spanking for not telling me about this a long time ago, what do you think about that?"
I nodded, and said quietly, "Well deserved."
"Over my lap," she said.
AND 

She added another ten minutes before stopping, as I moaned, then sobbed.
"Now get up, and get into the corner, there."

I went and stood, while she undressed.
Then she said, "Get over here."
I did and

Afterwards, we lay together.
She said, "So how often did you ... masturbate, thinking about your fantasies or looking at the magazines...?"
"Oh, I guess it averaged out to ... once a day..."
"So, then, a spanking a day should keep you from fantasizing?"
"Yeah, well, that's ... up to you, isn't it?"
"Good answer," she said, dreamily.
I closed my eyes and 

Poof! I was (reluctantly) home.