This was way more common than I knew. I had no idea that this kind of thing was that widespread. It was hard for me to fathom.About ten minutes after ...ethany had gone in, I was ushered into the room. The therapist, Doctor Fran Mercer looked to be about thirty-five, and seemed very friendly. She had me sit in a chair next to the one Bethany was in.“Steve, Bethany tells me she told you about what happened to her. Do you have any questions for me before we start?”“Only to know how I can help. ‘Yes, all of them. They are in my iPod.’ He gave her a smile like someone that had just discovered something wonderful. ‘So Celia, where is this restaurant of yours?’ She was taken aback, she had not realized she had given him her real name. After a moment of hesitation she again told the truth. She went on to brag that they had the best Puerto Rican food in the city. He grinned at her as if he liked her, she thought. Her thought process was halted when the maestro stepped to the podium. She. ” She stopped punching me and grabbed my arms, securing them so I couldn’t fight back. She pulled me over to the bathtub and forced me over the side.“I think you deserve a spanking, you little slut.”She smacked my ass and it sent a sharp pain raging through my body. I squirmed to try and get away but she wasn’t having that.“You wanna run now? Huh?” SMACK “Now that your bad ass needs a spanking?” SMACK “You know you like it when I hit your soft little ass!” SMACK SMACK SMACK “Say you like it. The only thing stopping me, I soon realised, was not wanting my classmates or teachers to think I had some sort of bladder problem :)As I did it more I realised that the thrill of getting away with it was almost as good as the breathless lip-biting orgasms. I felt a similar thrill every time I masturbated at home with the family in the other room, but this was taking it to the next level. It was like the adrenalin made cumming even more intense, and I'd have to force myself not to keep going.