Tyler wants to get spanked more than anything in the world. Unfortunately, he’s asexual and the last partner he asked to spank him didn’t respect that and left him traumatized. Years later, his yearning hasn’t faded but neither has his fear of being hurt again, so his therapist recommends him to an expert: Andreas Garro, spanking therapist.
Andreas proves himself trustworthy and then some, providing Tyler with the treatment he thought he could never get. Tyler is especially in love with one of Andreas’s custom paddles called the “Metamorphosis Maker.”
As time goes on and Tyler sees Andreas for more and more sessions, he realizes it’s not just the paddle he loves. But whether Andreas is a licensed therapist or just a very sympathetic dom, Tyler knows he shouldn’t develop feelings for him. If only Andreas wasn’t everything Tyler ever wanted in a spanker, or a partner.
Is this real love, or have the endorphins skewed the way Tyler looks at the first man he felt he could trust since his ex broke his heart?
This was more than Tyler had asked for, which meant he felt he didn’t deserve it and doubt began to itch in his chest. Maybe porn had given him unrealistic expectations for interacting with people. He didn’t think he’d come here and Andreas would be in full leather gear tapping a paddle on his palm, but he didn’t think the therapy part of spanking therapy would start this early. It was the opposite of how Cody had treated him. Andreas was beyond being nice to him, he was being kind, and patient, and respectful.
Tyler swallowed. “Is um ... the uh ...” He cleared his throat. “Do we do it here, or ...?” His eyes flicked to the door in the back of the room.
Andreas smiled. “I’ve done an occasional spanking out here, but yeah nah, the real magic happens in there. We can go in there now if you’d like. Fair heads’ up though, it’s ... a lot, and sometimes it scares people.”
Dread and curiosity tugged Tyler’s heart in different directions. Dr. Ramos said Andreas might have things even he hadn’t seen before. He stared at the door. “C-can I have another minute out here?” he asked.
“Sure. I did want to ask you before we got started, on your survey you said you would like to work toward a goal. What sort of goal?”
Here it was. Tyler knew Andreas was going to ask something like this. He had planned a few different ways to respond, more excuses for why he was here and needed a spanking but not in a weird or sexually kinky way. Now that he needed to pick one, they were all collapsing in on one another. He chewed his tongue as he tried to sort through the rubble. “I ... have too many spanking fantasies. I’ve liked to watch guys get spanked for a long time and always wanted to try it, but ...” He bit his tongue again. He didn’t want to go into detail about Cody and ruin his mood. “I’m hoping that if I do finally live out those fantasies, they’ll stop clogging up my brain.”
Andreas nodded. “So the goal is to satisfy the part of you that’s itching to get spanked?”
“Mhm.” That was a good way to put it. It did feel like an itch in his soul. Sometimes at work he caught himself bending over tables or desks with his ass out, inviting someone to come along and give it a hearty slap. He knew what an HR nightmare that would turn into though, and furthermore there were only a couple of his coworkers he might feel comfortable touching him like that and he didn’t want to jeopardize his work relationships with them.
“We can definitely do something about that. I’ve got tools for every taste, so whatever you’re craving, I likely have what we would need to fulfil your desires.”
Tyler’s face grew hotter. Andreas was as accommodating as Dr. Ramos had said. Tyler didn’t have requests that would raise any eyebrows. So long as Andreas had a belt and a paddle and was good with his hands, they could tackle the majority of Tyler’s fantasies. But there was one thing Tyler wanted to get out of the way first, not a fantasy but a nightmare he had to correct.
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