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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."

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?" 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?" 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." 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...."

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?"

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!

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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. 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. 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!" 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?" 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?"