The Case of a Blackmailed MILF Pt. 01

Appointment #1- Tuesday 17 November 2018

Jodie, a 46 year old married mother of three, arrived for her first appointment with me fifteen minutes early wearing a charcoal grey business suit with an open collar, white blouse and black high heels. She was an attractive woman approximately 5 foot 6 inches tall with a slim build, her black hair pulled back in a bun, well tanned and hazel eyes. Although she wore little jewelry, it was evident both by her bearing and style that she was a woman of wealth and status. She appeared to be a bit nervous, and continually looked at her watch and around my office as she waited for me to begin our first session.

"Good afternoon Mrs. M_______, why don't we begin our session with a brief summary of why you are here today and we'll see what I can do for you."

"Good afternoon, Dr. Howard. Just call me Jodie. Anyway, I feel so confused...I'm not sure why I came. Things have been happening lately that have been turning my life upside down and I just don't know what to do. A friend of mine, Nancy J______, recommended you to me after I told her that I was having trouble sleeping and that my nerves were just frazzled."

"I see, Jodie. Maybe it would help if you were just to make yourself comfortable and tell me all about it. Just close your eyes and re-create all that has happened in as much detail as possible. Just forget that I'm here and make believe that I am the best friend that you have in the whole world. Someone who won't judge or be critical of you. Someone who will just listen. I'll just jot down some notes and later on I will ask you whatever questions or observations that I have. How does that sound?"

"OK. Doctor, whatever you say. Do I need to lay on a couch or something?"

"No, that's not necessary. Don't think of this as analysis. Just think of it as having an intimate conversation with a friend. Just say whatever comes into your mind. Let it all out and then we'll talk about it later. OK?"

"Then I better get comfortable." At this point she stood up and removed her suit jacket. I couldn't help but notice her ample breasts as she pulled her shoulders back to remove her arms from the sleeves. I hadn't noticed her figure at first since her conservative attire had disguised it well but now I could see that she was certainly well proportioned.

"It all began about three weeks ago. I got a phone call from Steve, the school bus driver of my two youngest children, Laurel and Scott. They are 9 and 11 years old and attend a private school. Steve has been driving my kids for years...he even drove my oldest son, Lee, when he was in elementary school. Anyway, all of the parents have Steve's cell phone number, and he has ours. It works great if anything gets lost or if someone is sick. All of us parents think the world of him so when he called I wasn't surprised. What did surprise me, though, was that he told me that he needed to talk with me in person about the children. By the tone of his voice I knew that it was serious and I immediately was worried that one of them had done something wrong. I should tell you right now, Doctor, that all three of my children are a handful. Hopefully they will outgrow it, but each of them has had their share of problems with discipline. Nothing serious now...just a lot of little things. I guess Jeff, my husband, and I are just a wee bit too lenient. Now that's not too bad is it Doctor?"

"No, Jodie, not at all. We all tend to spoil our kids too much. Go on, please."

"Well, I told Steve to come right over. I was a little worried about what this was all about. A half hour later Steve was at the door. He was wearing jeans and a denim jacket. He is about my size with long gray hair and glasses. He must be in his sixties. I had heard he used to be a school teacher and was driving buses as a part time job now that he was retired. He usually wore a big smile but he wasn't smiling as he entered into my living room."

"Jodie, I wanted to talk to you face to face because what I have to say isn't very pleasant. You know I have been driving your kids to and from school for over 8 years now, if you include Lee. Being with them two hours a day, 180 days a year gives me a quite an insight into them. Don't you think so?" I nodded fearing the worse, so he went on. "Jodie, I know all of my bus kids pretty well and I feel almost like a family member to them. I even get to know the parents so sometimes I have to say something if I see that things are going wrong. Is it okay if I just speak my mind?"

"Sure . Both Jeff and I think the world of you and I'm sure that we would find whatever you had to say about our kids to be valuable."

"Well this is more about the way you are parenting them. Let me be frank with you. Do you ever use corporal punishment with them? I mean do you ever just take them over your knee and spank them if they disobey you?"

"Oh no. We would never do that. That is wrong. We talk to them and if we must punish them we do it by taking away privileges. That is what we do. We would never hit our children."

"Well, your method doesn't seem to be working. I would be embarrassed to tell you the things they do and say on the bus...to each other and to the other children. And, to be honest it's getting worse. If you don't do something I'll be forced to file a report to the principal. They are making it difficult for me to drive safely. I spend more time keeping them in line than I do on the road."

"Oh, Steve I'm so sorry to hear that...but please don't get the school involved. Mrs Stein is so unreasonable and she warned me that she would keep my kids off the bus for a week for the next offense and neither Jeff nor I have the time to take them to and from school for a week. It would play havoc with our schedules!"

"I don't want to do that either but something has to be done and done soon. You have to understand, Jodie, that talking only goes so far with kids. They need to be punished when they misbehave and that punishment has to be immediate. Were you ever spanked by your parents?"

"Oh no! Neither of us were."

"Well that's the problem, Jodie. What you're doing clearly isn't working but I have a suggestion. If you go along with it I won't have to file that report."

"Oh thanks! I'll try anything. You have no idea how inconvenient it would be for us if they get kicked off the bus for a week."

"OK, here's the deal. Talking only goes so far, so now is the time for action. So my suggestion is this: I want you to be responsible for your kids behavior. By that I mean that if they misbehave then I will punish you. I want you to experience the value of corporal punishment. Maybe then you will understand what I am telling you."

"What? You must be kidding me. No way. Sorry."

"That's the deal, Jodie. Take it or leave it." As Steve said this, he got up as if to leave and I began to panic. Jeff would be so mad if the kids got kicked off the bus. And I had just begun tennis lessons that were scheduled three mornings a week with a gorgeous young instructor that was the rage with all of the women at the country club.

"OK, I'll try it. What do I have to do?"

"Good. I'm glad you're being reasonable. You won't regret it. I will treat you like my daughter and when you disobey me you'll get spanked. This serves two purposes: 1) you'll know how it feels to experience real discipline, and 2) you'll see how a strong parent behaves. From now on when we are alone you will call me 'sir'. It's as simple as that...deal?"

Now, by this time my mind was going a thousand miles an hour. What am I getting myself into? How would this play out? My only plan was just to agree to everything until I had some time to think about it. Anyway, how bad could this be? I could handle this old man slapping my butt a few times! "OK, I get it," I finally said.

"OK, sir, you mean, don't you?"

He said this with a stern look that I didn't recall seeing before. "OK...sir" I said reluctantly. I have to say that just adding that little word "sir" made me feel a little weird. It made me feel like a child.

"OK, young lady. Now your training begins. Anytime you fail to do as you are told you will be spanked while over my knee. Do you understand?"

"Yes I do... but don't you think that 10 is a bit excessive?" I was really getting irritated by this whole situation by now and I can be quite a handful when I get upset. I have a temper when things don't go my way and I was quickly reaching my boiling point.

"Arguing with me will not be tolerated young lady. That will cost you 10 more!" Saying that, he took out a little notebook that he must have had in his jacket and began writing something down. This was too much! It was all I could do but laugh aloud at this old man scribbling onto a little pad. He spotted my smirk and in an instant he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me toward him. I might not have mentioned that we were sitting next to one another on the couch and the suddenness of his move caught me totally off guard and in no time at all I found myself sprawling onto his lap! I was shocked at how strong he was. I tried to get up but he pressed his right hand on to my back and I found my self pinned down. I almost burst into tears I was so frustrated.

"I see where your children get their sass. You are long overdue for this young lady!" Having said that he began to slap me across my bottom... I was so stunned I didn't know what to do but after four or five slaps I found that I couldn't really think at all!...I was reduced from being a college-educated country club woman wearing the latest designer clothes to a whimpering, sniveling child pleading for mercy...after only a few slaps! Yes, the slaps were loud and they did sting but something else was going on here. But all of this is in retrospect. The slaps kept coming and Steve was methodical in the way he administered my punishment. He uttered not a word until he stopped...I guess it was twenty but I long lost count. Once he stopped, he reached over to brush my hair from over my eyes and looked down at me in what I could only think of as a quite satisfied expression and asked me if I wanted him to rub my ass. He assured me that it would lessen the pain. As I tried to answer I could feel a lump in my throat and the tears welling up in my eyes. I was so embarrassed that I am sure my complexion was scarlet. I could only nod. He then began to rub my ass gently. It felt so good... until I realized that I was being touched by a common bus driver...on my ass no less... and I was grateful!

"That was your first spanking. How do you feel?"

To be honest I didn't know how to answer. I felt humiliated...yet mildly aroused. The spanking had somehow seeped down into my pussy and I could feel that I was moist. That made me feel even worse...how could I be aroused by this old man spanking me as if I were a naughty child? "I don't know what to say. I feel so...."

"Jodie, after a spanking I expect you to thank me. After all, this what you need. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

"Good girl. I have to go now but remember to use what you have learned here on your kids. Hopefully they will behave and you won't have to experience another session with me. Next time it will be bare- bottom and it will make this session seem like a walk in the park."

After he left I just was so shook up I just didn't know what to do. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked like hell. I decided to take a shower before Jeff came home with the kids. Getting in the shower I saw my ass in the mirror. It was rosy but no marks...thank god for that! I didn't want to have to explain to my husband what had happened. I was too embarrassed. While in the shower I started to play with myself and had a really powerful orgasm. Was that related to the spanking? I had so many questions. I felt angry, confused, embarrassed, and yet every time I thought back over the events of the day there was one undeniable truth: that spanking made me as horny as hell!

At this point, Jody leveled her gaze at me and asked "Doctor, what does this mean! Am I some kind of a deviant? What should I do?"

"Jodie, this has been a very productive session and you have shown me a real willingness to be helped. Your candor is instrumental in my ability to understand you and eventually help you but unfortunately we have to stop here. We can continue this at our next session. Same time next Tuesday OK?"

"Fine, Doctor. Hopefully I won't see him again before then."

With that she was out the door leaving only the faint scent of her perfume in the air while I began writing notes and gathering my thoughts on this unusual case.