11 Weekly Consultation
Every Saturday morning at 09:00, there was a weekly consultation for the group leaders with the head of the institution. Dr. Sommer opened the meeting by requesting reports from the group leaders.
Group leader 2412 began: "In general the development of the group is quite positive. Except for one couple, to which I will come shortly, the couples have frequent intercourse and are intensely sexual. The sleeping cages enabled no less than four couples to have sex on the very first night. Since then, the couples have used the freedom granted to perform sex outside and indoors.
“On Tuesday the execution of the sanctions resulted in an incident."
"What happened?" Dr. Sommer probed as 2412 paused.
"The final blow with the paddle hit Mr Yellow’s testicles."
"Who carried out the punishment?"
"Myself," admitted 2412 sheepishly.
"Is the matter sorted? Can we expect claims for damages?"
"According to the House rules and the criminal policy, I surrendered myself immediately to the required 20 paddle strokes. Mr. Yellow administered the penalty himself and considers the matter to be settled. His testicles are in working order and are not damaged. That was confirmed during yesterday's examination."
"I think that I can also consider the matter closed. What about the couple that has no sexual intercourse with each other?"
"It's the Black couple. This pair could become really a problem for us. It turned out that our sanctions brought out a masochistic tendency in Mrs Black. This was only latent previously. Now, this tendency has come out strongly. Mrs. Black is in herself not a problem and obedient. However, every day she commits a violation of the rule to initiate an initial punishment. Then, she regularly drives the penalty upwards with opposition and resistance. Unfortunately, her partner is neither willing nor resilient enough to suffer this in the long run. This difference leads to contempt on the part of Mrs Black and hate on the part of Mr Black. I'm afraid the relationship of the two cannot be improved. The couple’s divorce looms after the training. Perhaps it would even come to lawsuits before the European Court by Mr Black. He has suggested such a thing."
Dr. Sommer steepled his fingers and pursed his mouth behind his hands. "Does anyone have any suggestions to solve the problem?"
The group leader of the 2nd group offered to respond.
"What is your suggestion, please?" Dr. Sommer gave him the word.
"We have a problem case in our group also, not quite as sharply pronounced. Pink Couple 2. In my group, Mr Pink complains terribly about the colour pink, which does not suit him at all. Further to that he has turned out to be relatively insensitive to pain and even has sadistic inclinations. He endures his part of the punishment without much fuss. But he takes delight in the suffering of his partner. I also have a suspicion that he provokes penalties simply to revel in the suffering of his wife. I mean, the chances of success of our therapy are rather bad. Perhaps you could arrange a swap.”
"The exchange of partners is prohibited here. He will be punished. This is not a solution. In addition, we will have problems with the length of the stay. The Pinks are already a week longer here."
"Maybe if we could legalise the exchange of partners. And I can do something with the duration of the stay. When you come to think about it, in school there are also pupils who have to re-sit a year."
"How would we do that?"
"Through divorce and the new marriages of couples during their stay with us."
"Great idea!" praised Dr. Sommer. He turned to Mrs. Rudolph, his secretary: "Mrs Rudolph, could you request the process documents of Mr and Mrs Black and Mr and Mrs Pink in the family courts to that end. If you can, can you make an appointment at the local family court. Apply some pressure! It’s urgent."
"Certainly."
"The group leaders shall report to me regarding the problem couples. I shall expect your reports next Tuesday."
"Consider it done," replied the affected group leaders in unison.
"Anything else?" asked Dr. Sommer generally.
"What should be done with the punishments of the problem cases we’ve mentioned?"
"You’re just going to have to cheat a little, but be subtle." Dr. Sommer suggested. "You have sufficient experience. For example, I could imagine the following: a punishment, preferably with a bullwhip, the offenders hung by their arms. Mr and Mrs Black are suspended so that his feet can still touch the ground. So he can go for cover behind his pain loving trollop of a wife. Mr and Mrs Pink are suspended freely floating, without contact with the ground. By blows with the Bullwhip in one direction, the pair will begin to spin like a top. With some skill, it would possible to just tickle our sadists with the Bullwhip. What do you reckon?"
"This is an excellent idea, doctor."
"Well, any questions?" There was general head-shaking and silence. "Then the consultation is now closed. Have a nice weekend!"
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On Saturdays and Sundays our couples had a less strict plan than during the week. Except where the meals and the kitchen service were concerned, they could do and get what they wanted. On one condition. They had to do it together. So one saw there many hand-holding naked couples who took advantage of the varied leisure activities.
After breakfast, Mr. Yellow with his Marianne in tow had asked group leader for his bag containing his electrical gadgets.
"Mr Yellow, how could you ask?" replied the Amazon, shaking her head. "You still don't seem to have understood what this is about. It's about coming together, community experiences, team building. These gadgets are responsible for ensuring that 40% of all relationships break down. Forget it and think about it. Go for a walk in the sun with your wife. It will do you good."
Because the couple wasn't sure whether this was just a casual remark or a hidden order, a few minutes later they really were walking in the Sun. The Park was built only a few years ago, so the few young trees gave little shade. On the sandy trails or the manicured lawns, one could enjoy excellent barefoot walking or just settle down. Silently, our couple walked for a while. Carefully, Marianne withdrew her hand from Gerd’s grip.
"What’s going on?" he asked immediately.
"I've been thinking about us." said Marianne. "I think there will be nothing for us both. Your question has made it clear. Once we are back home, you will amuse yourself again with your gadgets and forget everything around you. That’s how it was for the last few years with you. With each toy, it got worse. More and more time that you've spent with them and less and less with me and the kids. It started with the first computer. Since then you've done the same with iPad, notebook, NetBook, Smartphone and E-book reader.
“I think you're fucking me here just out of boredom, just because you don’t have your normal toys to hand. If you had the, you’d have no interest in me," she told him sadly but resolutely.
He was flabbergasted, seized by fear. Now, just as he began to feel comfortable in her company, with his eyes increasingly admiring her ever more attractive appearance, she comes out with this terrible decision. He swallowed hard and tried a trivial explanation.
"I only wanted to check out calls, SMS and E-mails."
"And why? What meaning do calls, SMS and emails have here?"
He had to admit that they had no meaning. "Hmm, I suppose not," he admitted sheepishly.
"So why do you bother, then? One thing leads to another. Check the e-mails, sort out the spam, read the advertising and then delete it. Anybody, anywhere to send emails, download updates, VirusScan to perform. ' I’ll just do this, I’ll just do that, Marianne.' I’ve heard it all before. And sit beside you bored to tears. And here I can’t get away, because of the collars."
He was silent. If he tried more justifications he would wind her up even further and that would be the end of the dispute. He knew his Marianne very well. She’d created scenes often enough because of these things. But it was only here and now in this institution that he considered it properly.
"Let's go to the kitchen. It's almost noon," he declared. He was glad that the time was used up.
With no more hand holding and in silence they went to the kitchen and took their places before their kitchen equipment. Under the guidance of an expert cook, they jointly prepared a delicious lunch. The subsequent clearing up of the kitchen went like clockwork, in record breaking time. Gerd exerted himself. Marianne still did not speak with him, but he at least caught an appreciative glance.
In the next few hours, not a word was elicited from Marianne. She met his timid attempts to start a conversation with steadfast silence. Only after a heartfelt: "Please talk to me once again!" did she respond.
"What the fuck does it matter if no one talks?"
He replied, "that’s too bad", but glad that she spoke with him again.
"This is exactly how you deal with conflict. For years, you've overreacted if I speak you about things that upset me. I’m surprised that I put up with it for so long. I should have ditched you years ago."
She was still angry.
"My mother says that the biggest shit is still good for something. We just don’t always know what for."
"Oh spare me. You’re always coming out with your mother’s proverbs."
"If you’d dumped me years ago then we wouldn’t be here now. The Marriage Conservation Institute has only been around for two years. So we’d never have had a great time like this together. And I’ve demonstrated that I am keen and able to learn from our very first night here!" he argued. He grabbed her hand and drew her to a clump of bushes. This clump of bushes supposedly protected from prying eyes. Just what it was planted to achieve. In the middle stood a stone bench which was pleasantly warmed by the Sun.
"I would strongly consider repeating that first night," he suggested. As he did so, he laid Marianne on the stone bench and reached between her legs. She made a half-hearted attempt to push away the hand and protest.
A kiss closed her mouth and with his careful stroking of her fancy pearl she quickly surrendered. She enjoyed the waves of pleasure as they began to flow through her and she let him have his way. He had quickly registered that she was already wet. The moisture left his fingers smooth and supple, gliding through and over her pleasure centre.
'The biggest shit is still good for something... Maybe I now have what I saw from time to time surfing on you-Porn.com and porno-Adler.com. Why was I always too scared to try out the things I saw there with Marianne? Idiot! Now I'm experiencing something different from vanilla sex.'
In this place, the 'danger' of discovery stimulated Marianne. It was not obvious that they were monitored here. In the centre, they watched their activities in the love nest approvingly. That was nothing special there. One more successful treatment, they noted this and turned away.
Gerd knelt in the sand in front of the bench and buried his face between her legs. She was really sweet. It seemed to him that he had never enjoyed anything better-tasting, when he tasted her glistening slime with his tongue. Her moan told him that she enjoyed it. She had her eyes closed. He worked hard. With his hands, mouth and nose, he passionately rubbed and caressed his treasure in her most sensitive areas. As he realised that she was approaching the peak of her arousal he put his left hand on her abdomen. Two fingers of his right hand were sunk into her sweet warm hole and he searched with gentle pressure for her g-spot, which had to be there somewhere. With his tongue, Gerd constantly massaged her clit as he enjoyed her sweetness.
With uncontrolled convulsions, her orgasm began. He suddenly felt it squirting out of her. Shocked and surprised, he withdrew his face. He had succeeded. Full of interest, he watched the waning tide, which left a wet patch on the stone bench. It was not urine. Before he could think about it, she’d pulled him down to her and hugged him to herself.
"Thank you!", she breathed him in the ear. "And you?"
In his quest to bring her to orgasm, he had completely hidden the fact that his cock was rigid and he himself was as horny as a tomcat with three balls.
"Stand up!" she asked, with a gentle voice.
When he stood, she sat up and kissed his penis. She opened her mouth, her lips firmly covering his cock. Her tongue massaged the sensitive underside of his glans. She took a deep breath and sank her husband's penis deep into her throat. He groaned. She massaged the body of his penis with one hand and took it back and forth into her mouth. With the other hand she massaged his balls tenderly. After a short time, he spurted out into her mouth. For the first time she took the ejaculate and swallowed it. Thoughtfully she cleaned his penis with her tongue. She gazed up at him with shining eyes, and he looked down lovingly.
'He's right. The biggest shit is still good for something,' she thought mischievously. ‘I couldn’t have worked on the giant black cock of the masseur like that.'
"Come on, let's go get an ice cream. Then we can talk," he suggested.
The sweet temptation worked very well indeed. But they did not talk further then . When they had finished their sundayes, they sat just next to each other in the Sun holding hands.
