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PROLOGUE:
My name is Dr. Judy. I'm a personal relationship counsellor. My specialty is assisting couples in resolving problems which threaten the harmony and/or stability of their relationship.

The case study for review this time involves Mark and Sara (not their real names). They were engaged at the time I initially began counselling them. Through my efforts, they went on to resolve their problems, which threatened to break up their engagement, and went on to get married. It has now been some 11 plus years since their wedding.

What contributed to me presenting this case was a testimonial from mark thanking me for my help over the years, now that he and Sara are married and have 5 c***dren.

With he and Sara's concurrence and valuable aid, this case will be presented from not only my perspective, but also that of the principle person I counselled and provided therapy to over the years - Mark.

Mark gratefully even turned over his recent reflective writings as well as a diary he secretly kept while I worked with the couple in resolving their marital differences over the years.

The story will be written primarily from Mark's perspective, including select excerpts from his diary. You'll also see my professional comments interspersed throughout.

CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING
My name is Mark. My wife's name is Sara and we have been married now for some 11 years and also have 5 k**s.

Things have not always been rosy for us. Early in our engagement, I discovered that Sara was cheating on me with not one, but several tall, macho, muscle bound, jock type guys.

In reference to myself, I'm not handsome, tall, well built, or the jock type. I'm only 5'5" and weigh about 135 pounds - which puts me on the light side compared to the men I discovered she's been secretly slipping around with.

In a way, I could understand a girl like Sara desiring such handsome, well-built guys, but it appeared she was more of a tramp for them than seeking serious relationships. That really disturbed me, since she it was me she appeared to be trying to establish a serious relationship with, but all the while she was having lurid and lascivious relationships with her many other studs.

To add fuel to the fire, Sara denied me sexual intercourse prior to us getting married.

You see, I was a 24 year old virgin, as well as very inexperienced sexually. Sara wanted me to save myself for her on our wedding night.

Believing her intentions to be honourable, I respected her wishes about pressuring her for intercourse. She did however, introduce me to Cunnilingus, or oral sex on her, to sort of make up for me not being able to "put it in" her. This was something new to me, but it did please me to be able to be intimate with her and to provide her pleasure too. And it was obvious that she got off quite well under the actions of my flitting tongue and sucking lips.

Sara refused to orally do me because she said it was much too much like me penetrating her, which I had to wait to do until we were married. I saw her point, and we went along with her desire for me to masturbate for her each time after I'd performed oral sex upon her rather tasty and juicy muff.

I was a bit shy about jerking off in Sara's presence, but she insisted. She said it would bond us even closer. She won me over and I did as she wanted.

After becoming engaged, it was then that I accidentally discovered that Sara was cheating on me.

Sara revealed to me that she had been having sexual relations with several boyfriends she'd dated before we began our relationship.

Needless to say, I was very distraught over all this. I knew any future relationship between us was doomed, even though I adored and loved Sara dearly. She truly was the girl I longed to have as my wife. In short she was the dream of my life. She had a stunning figure then, and today is still very beautiful. Despite her having have been pregnant 4 time, with one of those deliveries being twins. She has retained her shapely figure which still turns men's head when she walks by.

Sara is a brunette and has a classic hourglass figure. Her face is very photogenic and her hazel eyes are so enticing. Needless to say, as I am attracted to her, so are many other men. In a vulgar way of putting things, one might say Sara is a "dick magnet".

However, I digress, and am getting ahead of myself. But back then, her deceiving me with her many sexual relations with other guys was just too much for me to tolerate, hence the reason I was about to terminate our relationship a year before we eventually got married.

When I confronted Sara about my discovery of her sordid activities, she sought to explain to me why I shouldn't be upset at her for her deception.

I hated to do it, but I knew I had to break up the relationship. Sara and I had several discussions about what she'd done and my hurt feeling. Her sort of cavalier explanations and rationale made things even harder on me. I remembered one of the last discussions we had about the matter before we started our counselling sessions with Dr. Judy, the Relationship counsellor.

"Mark sweetheart, I'd been trying to come up with a way to tell you what you discovered on your own. I want you to know darling that I don't love you any less or disrespect you in any way, because of my liaisons with the guys. It's you I truly love."

"B-But Sara, if y-you t-truly love me, w-why..."

"Why did I sleep around? Well Mark, it's because I love you, that's why I went out with other guys. I knew they could handle my pussy much better than you could with your little prick."

"B-But Sara, I-I remember y-you saying I-I was small. B-But y-you assured me that my s-size wouldn't make any difference."

"I meant that darling, that is between you and I, because I didn't see your little cock as the primary instrument of sex between us darling. I saw the big dicks of other men as the main stay of satisfying intercourse for me, even after we were married. However, I see your mouth and tongue as the mainstay of very satisfying marital sex between us. It's this sort of arrangement I was desirous of, that I didn't know how to present to you. With you being a virgin and your background of sexual inexperience being limited, I knew I had to come up with a way to work up to all this with you."

"S-Sara I-I still can't believe y-you've deceived me so. Y-You seriously can't believe I-I would e-ever a-agree to such an-an outlandish a-and outrageous situation where o-other men would be having intercourse with my wife a-a-and I would be relegated to-to basically giving oral sex, a-and especially with t-their stuff s-still in y-you. Sara, I-I get so-so upset when I-I think about all this. I-I don't care h-how lit..., err, h-how less endowed I-I am."

"Mark honey, after we're married, I'll let you put it in me the way other guys do me now. That is from time to time. However, I may get busy with the guys, and occasionally, I may be too tired to let you do me. But I promise you I'll continue to help you jack off, just like I have several times since we've been engaged. Like I've told you many times, it gives me a thrill to see you jacking off after you've sucked me out."

"S-Sara, I-I'm having a hard time with all this. The nonchalant a-and matter-of-fact way you talk about this doesn't help one iota. It's so-so unbelievable w-we're even having this discussion. I-I have to say this, e-even if it hurts you. B-But I-I just feel you've taken advantage of me b-because I-I am s-so inexperienced."

"Not taken advantage of, but sought to build a wonderful loving relationship around it despite you being virginal and less of a man between your..., well you know what I mean darling. And never think I mean to hurt you in any way when I say you have a short little dick, Okay? Now where was I? Oh yes, you know saving your virginity for me means so much to me, and your mother too, I might add. So when I discovered what an excellent pussy sucker you were, I cast all my concerns of our incompatibility to the wind. I knew I really loved you and had to have you as my husband, despite that you would need help satisfying my pussy from other men with bigger dicks."

"S-Sara, t-that's so-so insensitive. P-Plus there is j-just no-no excuse for y-you having fed m-me a-and had me eating t-their stuff out of you j-just because I-I-I didn't know what it was. Y-You knew h-how gullible I-I was. I-I'd never done o-oral sex before. You taught m-me how to l-lick a-and suck y-you out. It-It meant so much to me to-to please you that way. I-I just don't think you respect me-me at all."

"That's not true. I do respect and love you dearly Mark. As I've repeatedly told you sweetheart, it was an accident the first time I had you mouth me out after I was freshly fucked and there were traces of spent jism in me. However, that eat out by you of my juicy, but previously fucked pussy, was so ecstatic and delightful. And to add to all that, you too raved about how tasty and tangy I was too and how good it was for you that time too. In other words, Mark, the joyous feeling was just too sweet for me to not give us both that delightful experience again."

"Sara, y-you have such a way of explaining things a-and making this situation seem not as catastrophe as I see it. I-I really don't see where us going to a relationship counsellor is going to help matters. I-I just can't see h-how I-I, with any self respect, can continue our engagement or even think about doing the things you're expecting of me."

"Personally Mark, I see you as over reacting about all this. And I believe your mother shares my viewpoint too. But even if you don't do it for me, do it for her."

It was shortly after that conversation with Sara that we began seeing Dr. Judy about the problems I had with continuing our relationship. I personally was not excited about doing so, but Sara's mom, and especially my mother, insisted.

It was troubling to me that my mother agreed with Sara's perception of things. That is, that I was over reacting about Sara's lascivious activities with other men, while denying me sexually as well as having me taste the results of her sexual liaisons with those other men.

Mom seemed genuinely sympathetic to my concerns, but her words made me feel just as uncomfortable as Sara's did.

"Mark dear, as your mother, I only want what's best for you. You really love Sara. It's so easy to see you do. However, I do feel your pain at your perception of her having done you a misdeed."

"M-My perception! A misdeed? Mother I-I can't believe you're t-taking this s-so lightly." I stammered in a loud reply.

"Now Mark, there is no need for you to raise your voice at me! I'll not have you speaking in that tone to me. Now apologize this instant!"

"I-I'm sorry m-mother. I-I apologize. I-I'm just upset about..."

"I realize you're upset dear, but as I was about to say, you also must realize that in life, we sometimes have to accept compromises to get what we want or need. I think that applies here in this situation with you and Sara."

"Y-You do?" I replied in astonished tone.

"Yes sweetie, it does. You have an opportunity to have a wife who is beautiful and charming, even if you're upset because she's also a bit more experienced sexually than you were aware of."

"Mother! E-Experienced? She's a slut!"

"SLAP!" The sound of mother's hand bouncing off my face seemed to echo around the kitchen as I fell to the floor.

"Mark! I warned you about raising your voice at me or using that tone. Plus, I'll not have you calling Sara such words. You're talking about your future wife and my future daughter-in-law."

"I-I'm sorry mother. It-it won't happen again. P-Please forgive me." I softly and meekly replied after recovering from being momentarily stunned from being knocked on my ass.

Even though I'm 24, mother doesn't mind reminding me whose in charge in our house, which I still live in by the way.

Mother and I continued our discussion for another 2 hours or so. In the end, she prevailed and persuaded me to do what Sara had wanted me to do. That is, to at least visit Dr. Judy to hear what she had to say. Reluctantly I went along with her suggestion. Well, really, it was more like a demand.

You see, it's always been difficult for me to disobey mother, even though I'm an adult. She's very much a take charge and in-charge type, just the opposite of my personality. And with me being of small stature and her being big boned and taller than me, she can easily impose herself physically upon me too.

Mother has continued to subject me to corporal punishment every since I was teen, even though I'm an adult now. She's whipped me several times since I was 21.

Anyway, I cowed to mother's demand. I was scared enough to think she might be serious enough about me seeing Dr. Judy that she just might take me across her knees about the matter. Yes, as I said, she still spanks me if she sets her mind to it.

I guess this is a good time to make a side note about size and personalities. Sara is half a head taller than my 5' 6" height, and as I have noticed on occasion, likes to have her way at times too. I call it her "mean streak".

It's recently dawned on me as to that mother may feel some strange camaraderie with her for that reason, despite my misgivings about the horrendous way Sara has humiliated me, and evidently desires to continue to do so in the future.

The other thing that puzzled me was how easily mother accepted Sara's explanation of her disgraceful lascivious activities, and took her side over mine, her own son.

"Mark, Sara has a perfectly legitimate and sound explanation for what she did. I don't know why you're so obstinate about seeing things from her perspective. Maybe Dr. Judy can talk some sense into you." Mother said to me on the eve of when Sara and I were to have our first visit to see Dr. Judy.

***OUR FIRST VISIT TO DR. JUDY***
After Sara and I saw Dr. Judy on our first visit, Dr. Judy came to the conclusion that she wanted to only see me during the next visit. She further stated that I was to have several sessions alone with her in the future.

It became rather obvious a short time into our first session with Dr. Judy, that she too assessed that Sara had done no wrong and that it was me that was looking at things askew. This not only angered me, but also alarmed me that no one except me seemed to perceive Sara as being the errant one in our engagement.

But little did I ever think I would change my mind and indeed see that I was wrong and would apologize to Sara in a way I'd never imagined in my wildest of dreams. Little did I know that Dr. Judy's advice, counsel, and therapy would change my life forever.

This revelation happened in only a month after my first session alone with Dr. Judy.

I think it would be a good thing to give you the reader more details about my story if I go back in time to my first session alone with Dr. Judy.

*****COMMENTS BY DR. JUDY*****
Before we go further with Mark's story, it is important for the reader to note that in my professional judgment, it was best for Mark to adjust to Sara's needs on her terms rather than her attempting to compromise toward his desires. Sara is an attractive and self assured woman, who knows she is sexually desirable to men and is not ashamed to also add that she is also drawn to physically handsome men and actively seeks out sexual liaisons with them.

She even described herself as a "dick magnet" and even indicated to Mark, that he needed to accept this as part of any future relationship with her, in order for their marriage to be harmonious. Sara did not hesitate to be forthright and honest in her feelings with Mark, something I was very impressed with this about her. This always seems to work out better for the couple's relationship, where there is a male who has a latent tendency to be timid, and a woman who is assertive and absolute.

"Mark, I do love you dearly, but you must know, you just don't measure up to my expectations as a real man in bed, at least not physically. Emotionally, yes, you are the husband for me. You'd make a great helpmate and emotional soul mate. After you ate me out so wonderfully that first time, that is, after I had been thoroughly fucked by one of the guys, I saw this as a way for you to pleasure me, as well as compensate for your inadequacies. Mark I just can't describe how ecstatic I felt having your head in my wet crotch, and hearing and feeling you licking and sucking up after a real man had fucked me. Your mouthing actions, and your desire to pleasure me by suck-cleaning my pussy, stole my heart. If anybody is to blame for me getting hooked on your oral delights, you have nobody to blame but yourself. After all, I never thought of this before you did that for me, and it was just too good to stop you from doing it to me Mark sweetheart."

"No Mark, it's not the same if I haven't been fucked before you do your sucking-out of my pussy." Sara replied quickly to Mark's suggestion that she get rid of her other "real physical men" and then it might be more acceptable for him to please her orally.

It was at this point in the discussion that Sara asked my opinion, since I was a woman also, about her need for the dicks of her "real men" to complement Mark's skilful tongue and cunt vacuuming lips.

Trying to stay neutral, I provided the couple the following comment:

"Mark, I can see Sara's point of view here. From my case files, it's obvious that many women find it difficult to get along without the good feeling that only comes from deep penetrating coital intercourse that is from a "reasonably endowed" male partner. No Mark, mouth to pussy coitus is at most an effective supplement - as in this situation between you two - but not a substitution for a robust and proper length of erect penis to vagina coitus."

Mark, as I expected was very disappointed and unsettled with Sara's expectations for his role as her future faithful, the in-the-background soul mate cuckolded pussy sucking husband role.

I didn't have to say it, but Mark knew he was the one that logically would have to make the greatest adjustments in there was to be a future relationship between he and Sara. However, he willingly agreed to come to the next session alone so that he and I could talk about his options, since it was obvious, he really did love Sara despite all that had happened.

Now, let us resume with Mark's narrative.

*****CHAPTER 2 DR. JUDY & I ALONE: SESSION #1*******
"Mark in order to get rid of all the foolish self pride that's plaguing you from having a great relationship with Sara, you must first let yourself go of all negative pride."

"Dr. Judy, I-I've never heard of negative pride. What does that mean?"

"In simple terms, you must not be too proud to do what others expect of you, or to do what they need, or want you to do, despite how Society perceives it. In other words Mark, what Sara needs in your relationship is very logical when all the factors between you two, are taken into consideration. It's just a matter of you understanding and agreeing to do what needs to be done to capture this beautiful, free-spirited woman - who you admit that you love dearly - as your soul mate.

"B-But like I-I told you earlier, after all she's done to me, I-I just can't see h-how..."

"Don't say another word. You're being a defeatist and creating negative vibes. I'm trying to help you see the reality and the positive aspects of things here. Okay? You are open minded, are you not?"

"W-Well I-I try to be Dr. Judy."

"Well then, if you are, you'll try my therapy to rid yourself of negative pride and focus on the positive pride in this whole situation. If you do, I'm predicting you and Sara will be back together and both satisfied with your new relationship."

"Y-You really mean that?"

"Yes Mark I do. I'm sure the two of you will be happier than before. Despite that at the moment you're having a very difficult time not seeing her as nothing but a slut. That is, because of what you perceive as her cheating on you for the last 8 months."

"I-I don't know what else you can call it Dr. Judy."

"You might even call it needs satisfaction or relationship building, but definitely not being sluttish. Okay? But let’s not dwell on that at the moment. Things will fall in place as we go. Trust me. Okay?"

"O-Okay Dr. Judy."

"Now Mark, we must try to envision you as removing all your value judgments about things like what Sara has done and had you participate in unknowingly over the last few months."

"Y-You mean not seeing h-her dirty tricks a-and cheating on me or-or dating other m-men w-while I was home cleaning her apartment? O-Or her h-having me l-lick her p-p-pussy a-after s-she'd h-h-had sex with..."

"Okay, that's enough, I get your point, but yes, all those things. However Mark, you must try to see her actions in a different light, not the negative derisive perspective you currently are stuck on."

"Dr. Judy, a-as y-you probably can tell, it-it's going to be difficult for me to do that. I-I just can't bring myself to..."

"Never say can't, Mark. However, I fully understand how you feel. But your feelings are all because of your false belief that you have to be manly to be a good partner and spouse to Sara. She's willing, and is very desirous of you being her husband, despite your not meeting her criteria as a "real man" physically. If she can accept you as being a lesser man, physically, why can't you?"

"W-What? A-Are you saying I-I should willingly accept b-being a lesser man b-because she desires it?"

"Mark, it's not really because she desires it. It's because you're basically that. You are under endowed, right? Can we agree on that?"

"W-Well... T-That's not fair Dr. Judy. Besides, if-if Sara really loves me s-she should give up those other men and be faithful to me."

"She's emotionally faithful to you Mark, even if she shares her body with other men. She's giving you the chance to fit in a marriage that is well suited for both of you. You just have to be as open-minded as you claimed to be, and not be wrapped up in your false assumptions of what you perceive the way things have to be. In your case, being less than a real man, physically, actually makes you more emotionally compatible to her."

"I-I sort of s-see your point... I think. I-I guess, I-I just don't know h-how to deal with all this Dr. Judy?"

"I understand how intimidating that can be for you Mark. However, that's why I'm here having this session with you. We have to build up your confidence to be a better man, emotionally that is. You can do it. All you have to do is put your mind to it."

"O-Okay if you say so Dr. Judy."

"And I do Mark. One of the first things we must work on is getting rid of your insecurities and false assumptions of believing you have to be physically, or mentally, macho to be a worthy partner and spouse to Sara. I want to start you on my Physical Attributes Negation & Subservience Inculcation Therapy. We sometimes also refer to it as P-A-N-S-I Therapy."

"B-But Dr. Judy, isn't PANSI a-an odd name f-for..."

"Mark, I am a professional. I can't help if the acronym for a the****utic treatment mimics a word with other meaning. Now Mark, let’s get on with what PANSI is all about. Okay?"

"O-Okay Dr. Judy." I replied softly, but now even more leery of Dr. Judy.

"Now Mark, the purpose of PANSI is to help you stop feeling negative about your lack of physical endowments. It also is to help you be more comfortable and at ease with the fact that you are unpretentious and are not geared to be a real man in your fiancée’s eyes. You may not accept it, even though Sara has been telling you so repeatedly, but your unassuming, easy going, innocent makeup is really why she's attracted to you."

"Y-Yes, I know that she says that she doesn't feel the same type of tension between us as she does with other men w-who are focused on getting into her panties a-and getting her into bed."

"You may not realize it Mark, but it is this area of your relationship with her where you have the edge over her other men, the men friends she refers so aptly to as her "real men"".

"Dr. Judy, I hate that term. Can't we not..."

"No we can't Mark. In fact I want you to be sure and use it repeatedly when you refer to or compare yourself to any of Sara's lovers or studs from now on."

"W-WHAT?"

"You see Mark, your strong point in holding on to Sara is that she doesn't perceive you as being in the same Ball Park as her "real men". To make sure that you keep that edge over her "real men", you have to perceive yourself as being different from them."

"S-So am I-I to t-think of myself as not being a man?"

"Just think of yourself as simply being less than her real men. Think of them as the alpha males. As you know, this concept is very common in the a****l kingdom. You should think of yourself as a male, but not as a man. That's what the subservience inculcation part of PANSI is about. It will teach you how to turn your physical weakness and unassuming nature into an emotional strength and help you feel good about being a male who accepts the fact that he doesn't meet the measure of being a real man. At the same time though, it will also help you to feel at ease and comfortable in your lesser role, as well as showing real men, the respect they deserve for being better than you."

"Dr. Judy, t-this is s-so confusing. I-I think I-I was right at first. Sara and I are better off g-going our separate..."

"Mark, your willingness to give us so easily is just another symptom of your meek, weak personality. However, for now, let’s take a break. I want you to try some of this herbal tea. It relieves stress and helps one to think clearer."

I took the cup of tea that Dr. Judy prepared. It had a very pleasant cinnamon flavoured aroma.

As we drank tea, Dr. Judy and I kept discussing my "less than a man" role in my relationship with Sara.

Dr. Judy's assertion that I should give up trying to be a "real man" like Sara's studs, and instead embrace that I was indeed subordinate to them in every way, except when it came to being Sara's emotional support partner.

About half way through the cup of tea, I indeed did feel more relaxed and what Dr. Judy was saying began to become much more lucid in my thoughts. I blurted out un-expectantly that I saw her points and that what she was saying finally was making sense.

"That's very good Mark, very good. So we will began several exercises that will help you strengthen and adapt to seeing yourself as less than a man, in your eyes as well as Sara's."

Dr. Judy and I continued to talk as we finished our tea. After the tea, I was a bit nappy, so she suggested I take a nap on the nearby divan in her office. As she helped me to it, she also suggested that I listen to some soothing relaxing music while napped. She placed headphones over my ears so as not to disturb her as she sat at her desk and worked on other cases.

I thought that was wonderful of her. The music was so soothing. It complimented the wonderfully mellow, but drowsy state, I was in.

I didn't realize how long I'd been asleep, but I awoke 2 hours later.

Not only was I not on the divan, I wasn't even in Dr. Judy's office. I was in apparently one of her labs. In addition, I seemed to be handcuffed and secured to some sort of apparatus such that I was I was bent over from a standing posture with my legs straight, but tightly secured also. I could hardly move them. Actually, it was more a wiggle than any serious movement.

In short I was tightly bound to some sort of platform where I was bent over. And as best I could tell, to my surprise, I was nude from the waist down. However, I seem to perceive that my pants and shorts were down around my ankle.

I also seem to sense another strange feel about my predicament, as I started to call out for help. However, I was more focused on being tightly bound to the strange fixture I was attached to.

It was then that Dr. Judy walked into the room.

"Hello Mark. I see you're awake after you nap. There is no need to be alarmed."

"W-Where a-am I Dr. Judy? A-And w-why am I bound up like this?"

"No need to worry, you're safe. You're in one of my labs. You appeared to have had a nice rest, so I decided to go ahead and get you started on my PANSI Therapy, rather than wait until the next session."

"B-But why a-am I-I bound up like..."

"Well, Mark, the focus of PANSI Therapy treatments are designed to assist the patient to reach a level of contentment where the patient is comfortable and at peace with himself about being subservient to others, especially to those that he loves and cares about. The therapy seeks to help the patient see that others have the liberty to control what he does. The patient's reward comes from having done what is desired of him by others. What better way to get you in the mode of thinking in that manner, than a good flagellation treatment with several whipping instruments."

"W-WHAT? Y-You're going to whip me!"

"Yes, Mark, it's necessary for you to feel the pain from this treatment so as to condition your mental consciousness. This provides you the incentive to not have second thoughts about being submissive, when directed to do something you are told to do. Pain is a very effective deterrent to help you focus on what is correct for you."

P-Please Dr. Judy, n-no please don't do this. T-This can't be happening. It-It's i*****l for you..."

"You signed a release Mark. It gives me the right to subject you to reasonable treatment that, in my professional opinion, is needed. You need this treatment to help you feel more subservient. Therefore, I plan to beat you with a variety of flagellation instruments during this session. You won't need this full treatment often, just a periodic touch up so to speak.

"Those will be a lighter, more like refresher treatments on a monthly basis. Sara, her mother, or your mother, aunt or other female relatives can give you them to keep you in tune with the focus of the PANSI Therapy.

"I believe it's probably better if a female relative whips you, so as for you to be constantly reminded that you are a mama's boy. Being reminded of that compliments and reinforces the the****utic merits of PANSI. However, an occasional thrashing by a manly male relative, or even one of Sara's or even your mother's lovers wouldn't be bad for you either. That would further drive home the issue that you should be respectful to superior males. Anyway Mark, I'm really doing you a favour by giving you this full treatment now. This will ensure by the time your wedding roles around, you will be fully at peace with yourself and your new role as Sara's husband."

"DR. Judy, N-NO! PLEASE! T-THOSE ARE REAL WHIPS!" I shouted as Dr. Judy folded down a compartment on the wall in front of me. Inside were a complete array of flagellation whipping devices including thick wood and rubber paddles, leather whips, short and long tawses, and many types of canes.

"Yes, Mark, these are the real thing. I only use the best for my patients. Your regimen today will encompass an initial round of smacks with a perforated wooden paddle. The drilled holes have been optimally sized to impart the maximum discomfort to your buttocks. The perforated holes momentarily form a partial vacuum on the impacted skin, and slightly pull it up after each smack on your ass. The additional discomfort this causes to your bruised, blistered ass cheeks further helps you to remember to avoid any thoughts of disobedience. You will be given two minutes of smacking your posterior with this fine instrument. It imparts discomfort treatment over a wide area, and is an excellent conditioner for treatment to follow from other instruments.

"Next, I'm going to use a three thong knotted whip, commonly called a dog whip instrument, to narrow the corridor of pain and discomfort to smaller zones of your rear end. I'll take another two minutes or so doing that so that the flagellation treatment gets focused and reinforced."

"B-BUT DR. JUDY! Y-YOU CAN'T DO..."

"Lower your voice Mark, and please do not interrupt me until I finish telling you what treatment I've prescribed for you today. Besides, the room is very soundproof. So no one will hear you anyway.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Now after the dog whip, I'm going to use a tawse to spread the discomfort to a broader, but not as wide an area as that inflicted by the paddles. I'll be whipping you for about three minutes with it. It's also give you time to rest from the dog whip, but feel the discomfort of the less intense tawse. The tawse, because of its split leather ends, does an excellent job of spreading discomforting stinging sensations around the edges of your buttocks.

"Following the tawse treatment, I'm going to give you a full minute of treatment from a whippy cane. This instrument is known for its burning and stinging sensation, which sends a very clear message to the recipient."

I mentally shuddered as she held and flexed the thin pliable instrument while looking at me straight in the eyes as she stood so imperiously. The image of her scared me to death. I was in total terror.

"After that Mark, you will be given what I call a cool down treatment with one minute of lashes from a knotted, thin extension cord and the last minute will be from a perforated rubber paddle. Now it's time for your prescribed treatment to begin."

"P-PLEASE! Dr. Judy, please don't do this. T-There must be another way, I-I..."

"SMACK!"

"OUCH! OH NOOO! THAT HURTS!" I cried out in pain as the thick wooden paddle made contact with my tender butt.

"Mark, there is no other way. This is what you need." Dr. Judy spoke as she seemed to be inhaling a good breath in order to prepare for another stroke on me.

"SMACK!"

"OUCH!"

"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"

"OUCH! OH MY GOD! PLEASEEEEE STOP! PLEASEEE DR. JUDY! PLEASE! THAT-THAT HURTS!"

Dr. Judy increased the rapidity of her paddling and the pain increased exponentially with each additional smack of the fearsome instrument.

I cried out loudly, but it was in vain. I bucked and wiggled as best I could against the tight constraints, but it also was to no avail. I was bound tight and knew that I would have to stay in place and girth myself to endure the painful "treatment" ahead for me at the hands of Dr. Judy.

"WAAAAHHHHH! NO! NO! PLEASEEEEE STOP! WAAAAHHHHH!" My loud wailing surprised even me as I screamed to the top of my voice. However, the pain was still there and the blows from Dr. Judy kept descending. After a while I was cried out, and was only whimpering. I was on the verge of losing my voice, finally the painful paddling stopped. The intense pain was still there.

"Well Mark, you've made it through the first stage. You cried just like a baby. I expected that. That's good. It shows you're not ashamed of acting like the soft and delicate mollycoddled mama's boy you are. As you may have noticed the intensity of pain reached a point where it doesn't increase but reaches a plateau. My goal is to sustain this plateau of pain and alter the type of pain, with the remainder of your flagellation discomfort treatment. Your cognitive memory of this painful experience, as well as the monthly refresher whippings should serve as a reminder for you to not to want to experience this again, should you chose to be uncooperative to those who love you, especially Sara."

As I continued whimpering and trying to make sense of what all was happening to me, Dr. Judy walked away briefly and returned holding something like a ball with tubes attached.

"Mark, since you're all cried out. This little device is a pump up gag. It'll help you from screaming and preserve your voice."

"What..."

As I opened my mouth to talk, Dr. Judy quickly pushed the small ball in and began to pump on a small rubber bulb, which was concealed in her hand. The ball in my mouth began to swell and before I could spit it out, it filled my mouth and was wedged in tight.

"There, that's good. Now that we got that done, let's get back on with your treatment."

"UMMMMMMMMM!" The only noise I made came out muffled, as I tried to again plead with Dr. Judy to stop this insane thing she was doing to me.

"I love using the dog whip. It has such good balance and is fun to see the welts pop up after they bounce up off the flesh. I don't mean to be cavalier Mark, but those welts will be beneficial for your remembering what's good for you. Okay? Well anyway, get ready mark. Show time."

"WHAP!"

The pain from that first lash seemed to go through me. The pain was so different. It was like three trails of fire in an already hot bed of coals, all sitting on my blazing ass cheeks.

As the whipping session went on, Dr. Judy made comments about the benefits and effects of each of the whipping instruments she used on me. I was writing in pain and just wished she would cease the whole effort especially her clinical comments about the merits of each whip or cane and the pain inflicted. After all, it was my ass feeling the pain, not hers.

I can truly say, the whippy cane did seem to stand out in reference to the type of pain Dr. Judy described. I was so glad it was all over with. My backside was enveloped in searing pain.

COMMENT BY DR. JUDY:
Reader, at this point, I'm going to switch you over to a historical excerpt from Mark's Diary, as it offers a more accurate first hand personal description and insight of his experiences at that point in time.

ENTRY FROM MARK'S DIARY (The Whipping Session)

Dear Diary,
My rear end still aches from the PANSI flagellation treatment Dr. Judy gave me 5 days ago. It was so painful. I thought I was going to die. In a way I did, at least the way things use to be with me, but more about that later.

Even though mother has punished me several times, the pain that Dr. Judy inflicted on me was of a higher order of magnitude than I'd ever experienced before. After my painful experience with the flagellation instruments she used - a thick wood paddle with perforations, a three thong knotted dog whip, a thick leather tawse, a whippy cane, and a thin knotted folded electrical extension cord - I felt indeed submissive.

Besides the pain and the humiliation of being beaten, I found out that an electronic chastity device had been placed on my balls and prick.

Even though I was crying and wailing profusely, after she removed the ball gag from my mouth, the reality of what had happened, as well as my projected future of subjugation, came down on me like a thunderbolt.

I was full of questions and pain as I frantically hobbled around the small room with my pants and shorts around my ankles. I vigorously rubbed my naked bottom and felt the pronounced welts and bruise blistered swollen areas of my ass cheeks.

Diary, I was in a very confused state. I was howling in pain and crying like a baby. I tried to soothe and console my ravished buttocks. They seemed as if they were literally on fire. However, as I think back, not once did I think of retaliating against Dr. Judy for what she'd done to me. I remember just not having any fight in me.

Besides Diary, that would've been foolish since Dr. Judy is taller, big boned and has more weight and strength than me.

Well anyway, I settled down a few minutes later. Dr. Judy helped me wipe my face and promised some ointment to soothe the ache, stinging and burning sensation.

"No ointment for you at the moment Mark and everything will be fully explained to you in a few minutes. I want the discomfort to linger with you a while. This way you'll get the full benefit of this very effective and the****utic treatment, which will get you off on the right foot as a PANSI husband-to-be."

Diary, I had many, many questions. Little did I know at the time how the answers would change my whole world.

To my further discomfort, Dr. Judy wanted to do some counselling while I was in this state of pain and confusion.

"Now Mark, I know this may be a little difficult for you, but I must ask you a few question which I expect you to answer full and truthfully. Otherwise, I may have to give you some more treatment before you get your ointment. You don't want that do you?"

"NO! N-NO Ma'am!" I blurted out.

"Good! Now Mark, your lovely fiancée will expect you to be more understanding, as well as accepting of her past and future involvement with other men. This treatment has been given so as for you to be reminded of your inadequacies as a man, as well as to remind you that subservience and compliance to her needs are of paramount importance for you from now on. This will make you stronger emotionally in her eyes and bond you both closer together in love. Y-You do love her, correct?"

"Y-You know I-I do Dr. Judy. It-It's I-I just wish that I-I didn't have..."

"Mark! I need a yes or no answer! I don't have time for one of your wishy-washy responses. I'm trying to help you! It's time for you to stop your wishful thinking, and stand up and say you're not a man, but a milquetoast mama's boy who wants to do what it takes to have the love of the woman you love! NOW SAY IT!"

Diary, surprised at the tone of Dr. Judy's voice and the suddenness of her actions, I quickly became cowed and responded as she asked of me.

"I-I'm not a m-man. I-I want t-to d-do whatever it takes to h-have Sara's l-love." I softly and meekly replied as I hung my head. Dr. Judy was standing tall and authoritative over me. Her handling and flexing one of the whippy canes also influenced my quickness too. I didn't want another message from that little monster.

"GOOD! Very Good Mark. So anytime in the future you may tend to feel like being non-compliant with Sara's wishes, you are to remember your treatment her today. It is to be a reminder that you voluntarily submitted to make a statement about your lack of manliness and a commitment of love for the woman you love. In other words Mark, you must see this as a proud and noble experience you've undergone here today. From now on if you're treated as less than a man, or being whipped like a little boy, or called names such as a cuckold, or even a sissy, or a pantywaist, you must not object. You should see those as opportunities to let the person, or persons, know that you will do or be any of those things to show your fiancée that you are not insecure with your un-manliness, but as proof of what you will do for her love. By your actions, Sara's real men will know they have no chance to woo or steal her away from you with their handsome muscular physiques and big sturdy dicks, compared to the type and quality of your demonstrated love. Also, others will only be able to marvel at your noble stance and commend your courage and fortitude of love."

Diary, the tone of Dr. Judy's statement did have an air and tone of projecting me as being proud and noble, but I still didn't feel totally noble about myself at the moment.

Dr. Judy went on to congratulate me for the fortitude and endurance I'd shown in taking whipping that I'd just received.

"Mark, you may not feel it now, but you should be proud of having undergone such a thorough flagellation treatment as you have today. Even though, you're not much of a man in other ways, you can take pride in the fact that you take a whipping rather well. I'm sure that aspect won't be lost on Sara either. This is just another edge you'll have over her real men. In addition, Mark, I think you have the right stuff to make Sara happy. I don't see you having a problem adjusting to any further opportunities of demonstrations of your love for Sara in the future either. Sure, society and others may deem them as disgraceful acts of humiliations, but to you they're golden possibilities to show affection in a way that only a non-alpha male like you can, for the woman he loves.

"Well, that's enough for now. We'll talk more about these things in future sessions." Spoke Dr. Judy as she abruptly brought her counselling session to an end.

Diary, even though I wanted to ask Dr. Judy more questions about aspects of the things she talked about, my mind quickly returned to my painful ass. I desperately needed relief back there.

Sensing that I was about to be given the promised ointment for my aching rear, I again raised the question about the device on my prick and balls.

Again Diary, I didn't have any idea, but this was truly to be a day of surprises. Dr. Judy replied to me in the following manner.

"Mark, all will be made clear to you in a moment. Take your pants and shorts completely off and lay across the examination table there. I'm going to get the ointment I promised you."

Dr. Judy left the room and I complied with her request.

As I lay across the table, my thoughts were all over the map. However, `How could this be happening to me?' seemed to be the most predominant thought I was having.

Moments later the door opened and my anticipation of just Dr. Judy returning was shattered when I heard and saw who was with her. In my surprise and shock I tried to sit on my ravaged bottom, but the pain was too great. I had to jump on the floor from the slightly elevated exam table.

"Mark, honey, you are such a darling. You took your whipping so bravely. I just know we're going to be so happy now that you understand things better now." Spoke Sara, with a broad beaming smile on her face.

"Mark, sweetie, you really made your mother and I proud to see you trying to wiggle your little ass as Dr. Judy laid into you, but you hung in there and took your whipping with pride, just like a good little boy." Spoke my Aunt Monica, my mother's sister, who I hadn't seen in a while.

"Yes, you did make me proud sweetie. I'm so delighted that you did what mommy said and agreed to see Dr. Judy. It's so wonderful to know that you're doing the right thing and not trying to be a real man, but instead are making a serious commitment to capitalize and optimize your manly inadequacies so as to give you parity with Sara's real men. In addition son, this can't but help you keep the competitive edge as you work toward becoming Sara's husband. I truly and proud of you Mark. Let mommy hug her baby."

While mother was embracing me, Sara's mother also congratulated me for what she'd seen me go through. It was then that I was told that Dr. Judy had arranged for my flagellation treatment to be seen on close circuit TV in another room, where the women saw the literal blow-by-blow on my rear end.

Despite the fact that I was naked below my waist, it was too late for me to be embarrassed.

Mother volunteered to rub the soothing and anesthetizing ointment onto my pain wracked rear.

However, before Dr. Judy would give me the ointment, she insisted I drink at least half of another cup of her special herbal tea to relieve any stress I might be feeling after my ordeal.

The warm cinnamon flavoured beverage was welcomed. I'd come to welcome the mellow feeling it gave me as well as the clarity of thinking, from having drank it several times before. I hadn't been able to reason why when I drank the stuff, Dr. Judy's reasoning seemed so much more understandable to me.

Finally, Dr. Judy was about to hand me the much-desired ointment, but it was mother who interceded and took it from her. She decided "I was her baby" and therefore she was the one to rub it on my "tenderized" bottom."

I was even more embarrassed that she wanted me to lie over her lap. I wanted to apply the ointment myself, but she wouldn't hear of it. She even asked Dr. Judy for permission to use the whippy cane on me if I continued to be recalcitrant. That did it; I quickly obeyed and went back to being a mama's boy.

Dr. Judy quickly seized upon my action as the positive benefits of painful discomfort that changes "behavioural attitudes" - her words.

To make matters worse, as I was laying across mother's lap, and enduring the embarrassment of having her apply ointment to my backside - just as she did when I was a baby - Dr. Judy chose to lecture the women on the proper way to flagellate me, should they be called upon to do so.

The atmosphere was so unreal as I lay there and heard Dr. Judy go in the fine details of using the various whips, paddles, straps, and canes she had in the compartment on the wall.

"So remember ladies, let the instruments do the work. All you have to do is apply the right amount of wrist action and don't be heavy handed. We don't want to injure Mark, only to make sure that he gets the message that we are trying to help him to be cooperative with us as we do what's best for him. Remember, a little goes a long way with these fine behaviour adjustment tools." Again, the smug look on Dr. Judy's face didn't bode well with me. But then again, what could I do about it? I felt so helpless.

And yes, Diary, there were disparaging comments about my small prick. "But don't you worry a bit Mark Darling, you may not have it there like my real men, but you have it where it counts for me - in your mouth." Spoke Sara as she boasted of my pussy suck out prowess, and that she was looking forward to my head being back in her wet, drippy, shot-off-in snatch, after her real men had used it.

The other women applauded her, as well as congratulated her for getting a prize catch, me, who was willing to go to go to such lengths for her.

The whole atmosphere in the room was total devastating to any shred of manliness I may have possessed. I should've been totally and unequivocally outraged. However, with all the talk about me being proud of being less than a man, and having been recently whipped, I just didn't have any will power to refute or not agree with anything that was being said. I had to accept what was being said, and due to the mellow sate I was in from the herbal tea, I even felt a great deal in agreement with what was being said. As a result, what was being said just didn't bother me. Maybe Dr. Judy's treatment was working already. Was I becoming desensitized to being seen as less than a man?"

Diary, finally, the talk got around to the strange, but apparently strong thin heavily plastic coated cable and plastic modules surrounding my waist and wrapped strategically around and about my genitals.

"Mark, and Ladies, this is the latest in behaviour and attitude conditioning management as a supplement for males such as Mark undergoing PANSI Therapy. It is small, lightweight and highly reliable. Mark will not be hampered by it, as it will not impact any of his normal body hygiene, or excretory function. As you can see, there is no encasement over his little prick in the lease. It has a smart microchip that can detect when he is handling himself and will prevent that, if desired. It is an excellent device to prevent or control his masturbation. That control will be in your hands ladies." Spoke Dr. Judy with what I thought was a smug unprofessional expression her face.

Diary, as I listened to how the electronic cock lock worked, I almost started crying. If I got an erection and sought to try and relieve it, whether by rubbing off or pulling my peter, the device would provide small electric shocks to deter me from doing so unless the holder of one of the remotes gave me electronic permission to jack off.

In addition, each remote was customized to each of the women in the room. The key to activating the remote was a electronic fingerprint impression in a recess on the side of the remote. There is also a voice code they had to speak into a small mike, on the front of the unit. So no matter if I got the device, or someone else, it still wouldn't work for them or me. To make matters worse, even if I ran away, it had a built in GPS location system and was linked to the cell phone system, so that I could be given a behavioural electric jolt no matter where I was. Dr. Judy was very firm in her warning to me about trying to remove the device or not coming in to see her staff about replacing/recharging the batteries every two months. Her explanation of how my balls could be fried, if I did either, was enough to encourage me to never try to remove the device or forget to keep the batteries fresh or charged.

Diary, after all I'd been through, I can't believe even to this day, that Dr. Judy used her device to give me a strong punishing jolt which caused me to double over. Then about 2 minutes after I'd recovered from that, she let all four women use each of their devices to give my balls a milder, attention getting jolt; from their devices to be sure they had the hang of operating them. Overcome by the reality of what was happening to me, and on the verge of tears, I begged and pleaded with Dr. Judy and Sara and the others to have the device removed.

"Mark, sweetie, this is for your own good." Spoke mother.

"Mark, darling, if you love me enough for me to become your wife, you'll stop whining and give your PANSI training time to work. Plus, Mark, it's going to make me so happy to know that I'll be able to control when you can jerk off. And you do want to make me happy, don't you?" Sara said with another bright smug smile on her face. She was also fingering the red button on the small, pager size, remote, which controlled the jolts I'd been receiving.

I looked around the room. There was silence. I could tell by the looks on the other women's faces, they were hoping I would give Sara an opportunity to use push the button. I knew I was beaten - both physically and emotionally.

"Y-Yes Sara, I-I want to-to make y-you happy." I replied sheepishly as I hung my head.

"That's better Mark. Don't worry, you'll have these moments of anxiety initially until you fully adapt to and become fully adjusted to being a truly PANSI male and husband." Spoke Dr. Judy with yet another smug and unprofessional smile as she put her hand on my shoulder.

All of the electric shocks, mild or not, let me know I was now truly a PANSI prisoner and had been committed to be under the control of others, whether I wanted to or not.

I was ready for this day to be over. I was sure that no more indignities could be imposed on me, even if the intent was to help me secure my relationship with the woman I loved. I was still wondering if the price I was paying for Sara's love might be too steep, that is, in terms of my self-esteem.

I assumed that after the ointment rub I would be allowed to get dress and then leave. It was then that I noticed Dr. Judy and Sara off to the side talking. They walked back toward me and the group.

Dr. Judy spoke to the group.

"Everyone! Sara has just informed me that she has a date with one of her "real men" studs in about a half hour."

Diary, Dr. Judy looked me squarely in the eye as she stressed "real men" and paused momentarily in her broadcast to the group. I know I looked pathetic as I hung my head once more. She continued speaking after she got the obviously desired reaction she sought from me. The feel of the other eyes in the room was also on me.

"However, all this activity here has aroused her, and she needs Mark to perform Cunnilingus for her, so as to reduce her sexual anxiety and calm down her heated cunt. She wanted to take Mark in another room and have him suck her pussy there. However, I have suggested, and she has agreed, that he should do her right here while we watch and evaluate how well he does her."

Diary, once more I was surprised at such a brazen proposal. It would only further humiliate and shame me. I was so dumfounded. I literally could've been pushed over with the proverbial feather.

"Yes, that's a great idea." Cried out Aunt Monica.

"Super idea!” Yelled Sara's mother.

"Not only that, but he can give us all some tongue so we can all make a better, you know, first person assessment. Plus, I've wanted to have my sweet Mark put his mouth on my pussy for some time now, every since I've found out he's been doing it for Sara."

There was a loud murmuring of agreement in the room on mother's idea. Which absolutely flabbergasted and made me speechless.

"Why, that's a delightful idea." Dr. Judy said in response to mother's idea. "Your idea has so much merit. Not only will it do what you said, that is give each of you ladies a firsthand data, but it will also help in mother son bonding. Which will further drive home to Mark that it's quite all right to be a mama's boy and still hold onto his mama' apron string." Spoke Dr. Judy as she again stared momentarily upon my astonished face. She had a sickly cruel smile that went way beyond smug, and eons beyond professionalism.

"Another benefit will be to reduce mother-daughter-in-law jealousy too. In addition Sara, you shouldn't mind if your darling fiancé‚ here sucks his mama's pussy as well as other family members' pussies, you know, so as to keep his tongue and lips and mouth suction muscles in fine form for you, would you?"

"Oh no, you're absolutely right Dr. Judy, I wouldn't mind in the least. You're correct of course, the exercise of those important muscles can only be good for our relationship and eventual marriage." Sara replied to Dr. Judy's outrageous assertions.

I was so overwhelmed at the unreal atmosphere in the room and what was going on, I couldn't speak.

While standing there not believing my eyes and ears, Sara was shown to the exam table nearby. In the back of my mind, I could hear Dr. Judy instructing her how to position herself for easy access of my head on her heated crotch. As I turned around slowly, I could see Dr. Judy positioning the stirrups on the sides of the table for Sara's beautifully shaped legs.

Sara was waiting for me to kneel before the apex of the perfectly formed vee that was formed by her legs and her neatly trimmed pouting pussy mound, and slightly agape gash.

The sight was very appealing, even if horribly embarrassing in other ways. Sara beckoned me toward her, and Sara's mother took my arm and led me toward her daughter, all spread out and positioned to be tongued by me, before she went out on a date with one of her real men.

I was way too weak to resist, plus I already knew that it was useless to try. In addition, Dr. Judy insisted I consume the rest of the herbal tea she'd brought in just for me, before I began my "mouth love' of Sara. I did as she asked.

"That's right Mark, kneel down here and show my daughter that you're a good and decent fellow who just made a little mistake by saying she was a tramp because she has let so many men fuck her." Spoke Sara's mom as she guided me to my knees before the expanse of her daughter's white fleshy inviting thighs.

Sara added to her mom's comments, as she lay back awaiting the arrival of my tongue in her heated muff.

"I forgive you Mark darling. I can understand how you might've come to such an utterly erroneous and wrong conclusion just because I've had over 300 different dicks in my pussy over the last 10 years, or that I go out with groups of guys and suck and fuck their dicks soft. Mark, it's just my nature. Sometimes, I like to be the only woman in a group of men, and put out for them. But don't worry darling, I really, really do love you and want to marry you. You're very special to me. Just knowing I'll be marrying a decent innocent virgin like you means so much to me sweetheart. It'll be so good to bring my dick battered and overflowing pussy home to share with you, so you can soothe it with your wonderful loving kisses, licks, and sucking lips.

"I know I mean more to you than a cunt to stick your dick in dear. That's how other men see me. And I appreciate that of you Mark. I know you really love me honey. And to let you know how much I appreciate you Mark, I want you to know that since we have been dating and engaged, that no matter how many men have fucked me, you're the only one I let put his mouth on my frequently fucked and creamed-in pussy."

"Oh that's so romantic. I'm telling you Mark, if that doesn't prove to you that Sara respects and loves you, I don't know what does." My Aunt Monica injected after Sara's soliloquy.

"Now c'mon Mark honey, please lick my pussy. I need your tongue lashing darling." Spoke Sara with a sense of urgency in her voice. Simultaneously, her mother's hand was on the back of my head pushing forward to her daughter's very popular and almost public cunt. A cunt, that many, many others have fucked and that I'll have to wait months to get my less than manly prick into. In the meanwhile, I'm still in love with and attracted to Sara. Something in me says I still should walk away from her. But now after all I've been through, I still want to be near her and want to be intimate with her, even if only in this way. Actually, I don't have a choice at the moment, so I do what is expected of me.

"OOOOOOHH! Mark, your tongue is so heavenly. That feels sooooo goooood."

Sara's moans filled the room as I settled my face into her attractive and neatly trimmed hairy crotch and let my tongue work over her heated sex meat. It had been a while, but it felt so good to have my hands grasping her shapely soft bottom and the taste of her soft succulent fervent cunt meat under my tongue.

Diary, her pussy tasted good, but yet a bit blander than the way Sara has fed it to me for the last few months. The reason was obvious. She hadn't been freshly fucked and there was no semen flavouring. I hated to admit it to myself, but her used snatch spiced with spent jism had a richer, more full-bodied taste, than without it.

Even though my head was clamped between Sara's thighs, I heard all of conversation going on in the room around me.

"Your son is so happy to have his right head back in my daughter's cunt. Why look at his little hard-on." I heard Sara's mother said as she talked to mother.

"Yes, he is. He's right where he belongs. That's why I persuaded him to go to Dr. Judy to work on rebuilding his relationship with your lovely daughter. He's such a decent, mannerly hard working boy. You'll have to forgive him for saying the things he did about Sara. He's naive and inexperienced about the world and what's good for him." Mother replied.

"Mark is so lucky to have such an understanding mother who persuaded him to see me." I heard Dr. Judy speaking.

"Thank you so much Dr. Judy. A mother tries to do what's right for her baby." Was mother's reply.

"Mark is deeply in love with Sara. He knows what he wants, but was slow to understand what necessary changes he had to make in the relationship, once he discovered Sara was as promiscuous and popular as she was with other men. But with the PANSI Therapy, he's already beginning to see things in their proper light. In no time, you'll see him fully adopting the appropriate attitude for his rightful role in a long term harmonious role with Sara and her real men."

"Dr. Judy, you're a saint. Thank you so much for your efforts and the interest and care you're taking with Mark to help him be with the girl of his dreams." Mother replied warmly to Dr. Judy.

She and mother continued to discuss things that I only heard bits and snippets of. Sara was starti