She told me she was dying inside from the lack of affection and love. It finally burst in on me that I must tell this lovely, loving woman what the pr...blem was. She was going to leave anyway so I had nothing to lose. Just my pride. I explained to her all that had occurred to me over the years with Mrs. Wickersham and how much it had meant to me. How I had never been able to be sexually fulfilled without first being spanked. And that I now understood that she deserved the truth. I would. I will tell you everything you want, but ..." --- she said hesitating --- "I don't want the doctor to be ..."--- "You don't have to tell us his name." --- said Hank.--- "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it." --- she smiled --- "I go to the the same doctor, from childhood. To say the least, he's kind of a pervert. My mom always thought he's a nice kind older man, and was certain I was in the best care. But really he enjoyed undressing me, and inspecting. He even rubbed my slit a few times, and. He sat back in his chair and picked up the phone, “Hi honey. Look I'm sorry I've been such a bear lately. Stuff at work... uh huh,” he held up the tap pants, “Let me buy you something. You like sexy things? Uh huh, uh huh... It'll be a surprise... OK?... Do you have any plans for tonight? Let's have dinner together...” he sniffed the crotch, “Just you and me... Uh huh... Yes. It's been a long time.” Leaving work early, he went to get flowers and wrapping paper. He rolled the magic material in. I had not received any regular mail for a couple of weeks, and the emails were short and few, I had been gone for seven weeks, close to two full months now. I got some mail, several at one time finally, so I opened and read them as the dates showed them in order they were sent. The first one told me that my wife had "done it" in her words, she found a guy and had sex with him. It was just one line in a long letter about other every day stuff. The next letter I read,went into little more.