Sensitivity Training 01

Many thanks to NorthernDancer for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.





"Oh my gosh, look at her, Horace!"

Horace looked up from his book to see what his wife was excited about, and when he saw, he wasn't upset about the interruption.

Walking to a lounge chair on the other side of the pool was a figure out of a computer game. She wasn't just large, she was large in all the right places.

He tried to guess how tall the woman was, way over his nearly six feet for sure. She wasn't a beanpole, but she wasn't dumpy looking. Her sunscreen made her skin gleam and emphasized every curve, from her perfectly round rear under the somewhat modest two-piece swimsuit bottom to the ample breasts struggling to break free of the skimpy bikini top restraining them.

When she had settled into the chair, Mara said, "I wonder if she's here by herself. Do you think a woman like that has trouble attracting men?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking," said Horace. "Of course, she can attract them. Every man -- and every woman -- around the pool is staring at her right now, even though some of them are trying to hide it. But I think her size is going to scare off most single men, even though she has a beautiful face and a body that's hotter than a volcano.

"If she has a relationship, her size must be a major problem," said Mara, "maybe like us. Unless she only dates football or basketball players, every guy she's with has got to be a lot smaller than her. Maybe they feel the way I do."

"I think it's different," said Horace. "It's true that you're less than five feet, but when the man is tall and the woman is short, that's less of a problem."

"That's what you always say, Horace, but I've told you many times that just because you're not sensitive to it doesn't mean it's not a problem. How many times have we had this conversation? You just don't understand that there are things that you do that hurt me, both emotionally and physically. I know you don't mean to, but your body is so large and mine is so small that you need to be more aware of what you're doing."

"You know I'm trying, Mara," he said, turning back to his book.

"Not hard enough," she muttered to herself.

When he was getting out of the pool after swimming 50 laps, he saw that Mara had walked over to the Amazon and was in deep conversation. He decided not to interrupt and went back to his chair, dried himself and returned to his book.

On the way back to the room, he asked Mara what the two of them had been talking about.

"Diana is a sales executive with an insurance company," she said. "She's not here on vacation like we are, but she said today's conference meetings are at night, so she decided to enjoy the facilities during the day. Tomorrow's meetings are in the morning, and she'll have the rest of the day off."

"Is that all she told you?" said Horace. "You were talking to her more than two hours."

"I wasn't sure how sensitive she was," said Mara, "but when I brought up the subject of her size, she wasn't hesitant to talk about it. You're right that most men are intimidated by her. She said that in order to date, she has to be the instigator.

"Once they find out she doesn't care about the size difference, she said her men break down into two categories. A few of them work on ignoring the differences as much as they can and try to have a normal relationship with her. Those are rare, she says, but they are the ones she's most attracted to.

"So far, she hasn't found the right guy, but she knows that when she does, even if the guy tries to act normally, she will still have to concentrate on being sensitive to the differences in size, both when they're out in public and when they're making love. Otherwise, something that might mean nothing to her could affect his psyche and ruin the relationship, she said, so when she's with a manly man, she's very careful about what she does with her body. Her attitude is a lot different from yours, Horace.

"She doesn't mind going out with the second type, the men that want to be dominated by a strong woman. Some of them are perfectly normal, except when they're alone. You wouldn't believe some of the things she told me. Most of them like to pretend that they are being forced into the things she makes them do against their will, but even when they fight her, they always come back and beg for more.

"She said she enjoys these men, too, but in a different way. She'd rather be with someone in the first category, but when one isn't available, she'll make do with the second."

"Very interesting," said Horace. "I wonder how she's built inside. Would a man get lost in there."

"You're disgusting, Horace," she said, "but as a matter of fact, that came up, and she said, she's small and tight down there relative to her size, and her boyfriends are always amazed."

The next afternoon, Horace heard a murmur around the pool and he looked up to see Diana arriving in another suit that again showed her to best advantage. He thought she looked over at him for a second, but it must have been Mara she was looking at, although Mara was absorbed in her iPad and didn't see her.

A little while later, Horace jumped into the pool and began his daily aerobic swim. On the first lap, he glanced toward Mara and saw she had left her chair. He turned his head in time to see her sit down next to Diana and show her something on her iPad.

When he got out of the pool, Mara was back in her chair and doing something with her iPad again. She didn't say anything about Diana, and he decided not to ask.

When they were walking back to their room to change for dinner, she walked ahead of him, faster than usual. Her steps had a special bounce. She seemed to be nervous but also excited. Watching her reminded him that she might not be Diana, but she was definitely the hottest woman he knew, and when she was worked up about something, it made her even more alluring.

"Hurry up, Horace," she said. "I have something exciting to tell you when we get to the room."

When he closed the door behind him and looked at her, she seemed as though she were about to burst.

"I'm giving you a free pass tonight!" she exclaimed in glee.

"A what?" he said.

"A free pass. You remember that movie we saw. You get a vacation from our marriage for one night and can sleep with another woman. And guess who you get to sleep with?"

"What are you talking about, Mara? This isn't a movie. I'm not interested in taking a vacation from our marriage. Is this about you wanting to sleep with someone else?"

"No, stupid. I'm not doing anything. It's only for you. Can you imagine? You get to make love to Diana. Do you know how envious all your friends would be. Of course, you can never tell them."

"But I don't want to make love to Diana," he said. "What did I say to make you think that I wanted to? I told you her body excited me, but there's a big jump from that to cheating on you."

"You're not cheating, Horace. Don't you understand? That's what the free pass is all about. I know what you're doing. You're not going behind my back."

"But why, Mara? Why would you want me to do this? I don't understand."

"Alright, Horace," she said. She wasn't smiling anymore. "I'm not doing this for you. It's for me.

"Diana and I talked all afternoon about our marriage, and I brought up the problems caused by the differences in our sizes and attitudes. She feels that her experience with men could help us. I sent a list of the major things that I'm upset about to her iPad, and she told me she thought she might be able to repair all of them if I gave her to you for one night. She didn't make any promises, but I'm willing to take the chance for the sake of our marriage. Are you?"

"I'm supposed to sleep with this goddess, and it will help our marriage?" said Horace. "You're not making sense."

"There's a lot more to it than just sleeping with her," said Mara. "We talked it all over, and I'm comfortable with it. I trust her, and I just hope she can make things better for me. Because I see that you are happy with things just like they are, even though you know that I'm unhappy."

"That's not fair, Mara," he said. "You know I'm trying."

"Then try harder and do this for me, Horace," she said. He saw she definitely wasn't excited anymore. She was crying, and now she ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

When she came out, they were both silent as she changed. She didn't look at him as she opened the door of their room to go, but he caught her arm and pulled her back. "I'll do it," he said quietly.

Her expression softened into a smile of gratitude, and she looked at him lovingly. "Thank you, Horace," she said.

As they walked to the restaurant, she was animated again and giggling quietly. At dinner, she said that Diana told her he shouldn't eat too much and that later, after he was finished with Diana and came back to her, they would order room service if he was hungry. They got back to their room at 6:45. Fifteen minutes later, she gave him Diane's room number, led him to the door, kissed him deeply and sent him on his way. He looked back before turning the corner and saw her watching him from the doorway. She seemed to be bouncing once again and finding it hard to contain herself.

"Hello, Horace," said Diana when she opened the door. "Please come in and sit down here by the table. Sorry about all the bright lights. I don't know if Mara told you, but I also do video editing for corporate communications, and we were recording the conference, so I borrowed some lighting and cameras from our video guy for tonight.

"You're the luckiest man in the world, Horace. Mara is just the perfect wife. She's kind and caring and smart. And on top of that, she's got the hottest little body at this resort. If I were a man, I'd be jealous.

"I don't deserve her," he said.

"Yes, you do," said Diana. "She told me all about you. You're nearly the perfect husband. She only has a few things that she'd really like to change.

"I know," he said, "and I'm trying. She thinks sleeping with you will help, but I don't think that's a good idea."

"Well, you've got a free pass to sleep with me tonight, Horace, but that's only one part of what I'm going to do with you, if you'll permit me. See, when Mara and I were talking, we noticed similarities between the challenges that I have with men who are smaller than me and what she has with you because you are so much larger than her.

"I told her a little about how I learned to deal with the problem, and we both came to the conclusion that some of my techniques might help the two of you. Neither of us really wanted this to involve sexual contact, but the more we talked about it, the clearer it became to both of us what the best course of action was.

"I couldn't suggest it, but when she did, I agreed to do it. And that's why you're here."

"I still don't understand," he said.

"Let me explain it this way," said Diana. "The next two hours are going to be like a seminar. I've got cameras that will be recording it from different angles in high definition, both overviews and close-ups. I'll take the recordings home with me and edit them and send a copy of the finished version to Mara so she can review the seminar as often as she needs to refresh the information in her mind. My techniques will also probably inspire other ideas that both of you will be able to use to make your marriage happier.

"But I'm warning you, it'll be a grueling two hours. You are going to suffer, emotionally and physically. No, I'm not going to torture you with burning wax or brand you with a hot iron or break any bones. You won't be injured in any way, although there may be some discomfort for a week or two.

"Yes, you are going to have to learn some lessons the hard way, because that's the only way I've found that they will stick. When you walk out of here, you will be a different man, and not a happy man. But I think your future with Mara will be happier."

"I thought I was here to sleep with you," he said quietly, getting up.

"Yes, and you will," she said, "but you won't enjoy it. You won't enjoy anything that we're going to do in front of the cameras. The only good thing about it is it may save your marriage.

"No, Mara didn't say anything about divorcing you. She loves you too much. But when I listened to her, I realized the things she was telling me were important to her. And I know from experience that such wounds can fester, until one day you wake up and find it's too late to save the patient, which is your marriage.

"I see you're ready to leave. I think I'm big enough to stop you. I'm 6 feet 7, and I weigh a lot more than you. I'm guessing you're around 5-10 or maybe 5-11. I'm built like a woman, but because of my size and because I work out with heavier weights than you probably do, I think I'm a lot stronger than you. If this was about me, I might be doing things to you right now without your permission.

"But I'm going to sit here while you walk out, because this isn't about me. It's about a beautiful little woman who adores you and about you, who loves her but can't seem to stop hurting her. If you leave, I'll turn all these lights off and disassemble the equipment. If you walk five steps and turn back, it will be too late. My door will be locked.

"You'll go back to Mara, and I guarantee you she'll be disappointed. It took a lot out of her to agree to let you come here, because the whole idea of you with another woman is distasteful to her."

Not that distasteful, he thought, as he remembered how excited she was about his "free pass."

"But she overcame that aversion and was even excited and eager for you to be with me," Diana said, "because she trusts me when I tell her I think these two hours will change things for the two of you. That's all I have to say. You're standing there and not moving. Indecision is not an option either, because I don't have the time to waste.

"It's decision time for you, Horace. Are you man enough to take what I'm going to give you for the next two hours even if you have strong misgivings, just because your wife and I think some good will come of it? Or are you going to give up this chance, disappoint your wife and just keep on -- how do you put it? -- trying to do better. If you're staying, sit down right now. If not, I'm about to get up and throw you out of here."

He sat down.

"I wasn't sure that you'd do that, Horace," she admitted, "but your wife was. She told me that among the things she admired in you were your courage and determination to finish everything you start. You proved her right. Now it's time for us to stand up and take off our clothes."

He watched her while he undressed, and by the time he was naked, he was hard. She looked good in her bathing suit, but she looked fantastic in nothing. He saw why she wore a modest bottom to go with her skimpy top. Her bush was nearly as big as Mara's and it formed a thick carpet from just below her navel to between her legs.

She saw him staring at her and looked at his erection. "I see why Mara needs the extra lubrication," she said. "I'm not that big inside, and you're extra extra large. There's nothing wrong with that. You just need to remember and make adjustments.

"Now, let's get down to business. I have four things here on my iPad that Mara sent me, and we'll go through them one by one. And when we're finished, you'll go back to her. Let me just turn on the master switch for the synchronized cameras to get the filming going. There.

"Here's the first thing on Mara's list:

'Gentleness. He forgets how small I am and how large he is. The way he picks me up and throws me around makes me feel like a rag doll. When he gets going, he gets carried away and pounds me like he's flattening a steak. I don't mind it when our bodies collide in passion, but he's so strong that I get bruises on my thighs, and when we're doing the doggie position, his hips are hitting me so hard that they're bruising my buttocks. It takes most of the pleasure out of what we're doing."

Diana walked toward him and said, "Do you have anything to say about that, Horace?" As she began speaking, she squatted down and grabbed one of his ankles and lifted it quickly up with her right hand. His upper body fell forward and was caught by her left arm. In a moment, she was holding him across her arms. She lifted him in the air and then threw him onto the king size bed in the middle of the room.

He was taken by surprise and landed hard and bounced a couple of times before coming to rest in a tangle of arms and legs. The wind was knocked out of him and he gasped for breath.

"Maybe you should be more careful when you're moving little Mara around instead of doing something like this," said Diana as she grasped both his ankles and pulled them quickly high into the air, so he became untangled and was hanging straight down. She moved her hands down and grasped him tightly between his knees and his calves and pulled him off the bed.

He thought his head was going to hit the floor, but as she pulled him back, she began turning, and he was lifted into the air. He was now flying straight out from her body as she began spinning around. She went around faster and faster and then she let him go. He remembered that she had promised not to break any bones and was thinking to himself that her promise was about to be a lie.

Then he crashed, but it wasn't into the wall. He landed on the pillows she had piled up at the headboard. They didn't prevent him from getting bruised, but he was still in one piece. This time he tried to get up and run. He didn't care if he had to run through the resort naked. This was more than he had bargained for.

But before he could move, she was on him quickly and lifting him up in the air again. She moved her arms in such a way this time that his body flipped in the air one and a half times, like a diver, before crashing down on the bed. He was gasping for air again and now felt pain in every fiber of his body.

"I think that's enough of that, Horace," she said pleasantly. "Here's a balloon for you as a reward for being so cooperative. As he lay there, he saw her take a large balloon from a bouquet in the corner and fiddle with the string around it. She brought it over to him holding its neck with her thumb and finger and then stuck the neck into his mouth and let go. His mouth and lungs were filled with balloon gas.

"That was only Part 1 of the first item on the list, Horace," she said. "The second part is about when you're out of control and are bruising her buttocks in the doggie position. I think I can get across the pain of that in a simple old-fashioned way. Oh, you have something to say?"

"Stop right now," he said. "I'm going to yell for help if you don't let me go."

He stopped talking and looked confused. His voice wasn't his normal booming manly voice. It was tiny and high pitched and sounded like a cartoon duck.

"It was the helium in the balloon," said Diana. "That's what you're going to sound like on the video. I'm going to feed you balloon air as often as necessary to make you seem very effeminate and wimpy which will only add to your humiliation. Now let's continue." She grabbed him and easily pulled him over her lap.

"OK, mister," she said, "you've been a bad boy, and now you've got to take your swats. There will be at least 50, but to make sure you remember them, you'll count out each one in as loud and breathy a voice as you can and pretend that you're really excited about getting them. Do your best Marilyn Monroe imitation in your new high-pitched voice.

"When I edit the video, it will sound like you're really excited about every single swat and the game we're playing. The game is that you don't know when I'm going to spank you. Some of the swats will be slow, some fast, some after a long pause, some in a flurry. After each one, you have to squeal out a happy number, or it won't count, and I'll keep going. Got that? Here we go."