Chapter 7

"Delightful, Mandy..." Prinz said and glanced at his watch. The girl's voice droned incessantly and Prinz smiled as her childlike excitement came to him over the phone.

"And we were wondering, Doctor... would you like to join us this weekend?"

Prinz felt a rush of excitement, but he suppressed it as he reminded himself that business and pleasure should only be conducted in one's offices--in private. "I... I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible, dear," he told her in an apologetic tone. "It really wouldn't be ethical."

Mandy laughed lightly. "Come on, Doc! We're counting on you- -besides, Beverly and her mother are going to be here..." she paused, then added. "I didn't tell you, but Bev and her mother... ah, well... they make it too."

Prinz thought about it momentarily--the idea of two incestuous groups together at the same time stirred his excitement. Still, he did not like the idea of not being in control. Then, a solution came to him. "Ah, listen, dear... perhaps it might be possible. Do you think your parents--and your friends, of course--might like to come to my place for the weekend? There's more than ample room."

Mandy was silent for a long moment, then she replied, "Let me talk to my mom... ah, do you think you could have your receptionist there, too?" she asked, recalling her brief interlude in his office.

"That, I can't guarantee, Mandy... we really don't need another female... what we need is another man..." and immediately, he thought of Mark. "Ah, but perhaps there will be other guests."

"I'll give you a call later," Mandy told him, "And Doc... thanks... it was so beautiful."

Prinz sat back and considered the ramifications of joining in group sex with one of his patient's family. The implications were clear to him, but actually, Rebecca Golden had worked her way through most of her problems, and it was obvious that whatever problems her daughter had would work themselves out. He was a staunch believer in the theory that most neurosis stemmed from repression and suppression-and that once the cause was exposed, the effect was balanced as a result.

"It will be interesting," he mused aloud and buzzed for Karen.

When the voluptuous blonde entered his office, Prinz took stock of her. She had been with him for nearly two years now, and he felt it was time that he shared with her some of his observations concerning her own sexual attitudes.

"Sit down, my dear..." he told her and gestured to the deep chair beside the desk.

"Ah, you have Mrs. Powers scheduled in less than an hour," she reminded him.

Prinz nodded. "Yes, I know--that's why I wanted to talk to you now." He folded his hands and leaned forward a bit. "How have you felt the past few weeks, Karen?"

The young woman dropped her eyes as her face colored. She had been waiting for the opportunity to share with him the unusual experience of the man in the motel. "I... that is, there's something I've been meaning to discuss with you," she said nervously.

"Then by all means, do," he told her.

"Well... it's a little embarrassing, Doctor Prinz... I mean, it's not the same as relating to you under hypnosis... could we--I mean could you..." she questioned hopefully.

"Not today, Karen. I feel it's time you faced things in the light of day... go on, please."

Looking down at her hands, Karen began, "Well... the other evening, I was home alone... I had a tremendous desire for sex..." Her voice faltered and she glanced up.

"That's quite natural, Karen," Prinz told her.

"But what I did wasn't natural, Doctor!" she protested.

Smiling, he told her, "Let me be the judge of what's natural and what isn't, my dear."

"But... but I went to a bar where I'd never been... and I picked up the first man I met!" she exclaimed and colored brightly.

"Go on."

"We went to a motel and we... we had sex."

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, leaning forward.

Nodding her head slightly, Karen looked up then and told him, "I did... and the strangest thing happened... while we were... were..."

"Fucking..." Prinz supplied the word for her.

Karen blushed deeply and continued, "While we were doing it, I had the overpowering desire to be spanked."

Prinz looked at her for a long moment as she paused, then he asked, "Did you feel as though you had to be punished for having natural desires, Karen?"

"I... I don't know... but that's not all, Doctor... these dreams, you see... I've been having these strange dreams," she told him.

"Tell me about them, Karen..."

"I don't know if I can... they're so horrid... so perverted."

"All right... let's examine it. You say you went to a bar and picked up a man. You fulfilled a natural urge by fucking." He smiled as he saw her wince. "Come now, surely you've heard the term used before... it's just a word. And you say you had a desire to be spanked. Actually, with your background, I'd say the entire thing is quite natural." Standing, Prinz walked around behind her chair and stood with his hand on her shoulder. "You've told me quite a lot through hypnosis, Karen--I fully understand your sexual inhibitions." He felt her tense and he patted her shoulder.

"Wha... what have I told you, Doctor Prinz?" she asked apprehensively.

"Well, you were quite explicit when you outlined having sex with your uncle Robert... and your aunt Julia," he told her and waited for her reaction.

"I... I told you about that?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes. And since that tender age, you've managed to suppress your sexual desires. Incest is quite common, Karen, I assure you. Why, I had a sister named Glenda with whom I enjoyed sex for over a year--and believe me, if the opportunity arose, I would have sex with her again."

"Doctor Prinz!" the pretty blonde exclaimed.

"Don't be so shocked, my dear--I fully understand what has kept you from enjoying a normal sex life these past few years. Guilt that has grown beyond all normal proportions... nothing more. And it is guilt founded upon childhood misunderstandings of sex." As he talked, he pulled down the zipper of his trousers and told her, "Close your eyes, Karen--let's try a little experiment."

The woman did as she was bidden, and Prinz moved around in front of her, his bulging prick standing out from his open fly. He took hold of her hand and held it for a moment, then he told her, "Keep your eyes closed, Karen and describe for me what you feel... will you do that?"

"Yes," she answered in a small voice.

Slowly, he lifted her hand and wrapped it about his throbbing erection. Karen stiffened and tried to draw her hand back, but he held it firmly in place. "What do you feel, Karen?"

"Oh... it... it's your..."

"My what?"

"Your penis," she said and her face colored deeply.

"It is my prick... how does it feel to hold a male reproductive organ in your hand?"

"F... feel?"

"Yes, how does it make you feel?"

She swallowed thickly, then licked her lips. "Ah... strange... but it makes me feel... ah... excited, somehow."

"Very good, Karen... open your eyes now and see that there is nothing evil about it, nothing forbidding; there is nothing unusual about it--every man has one."

Karen's eyelids flickered, then her eyes grew wide as she looked upon his pulsing prick. Slowly, she began to manipulate it, and as he moved his hand away, she reached up and took hold of it with both hands.

"You see--it can be a very nice thing to play with... how do you feel now?"

"I... I feel aroused."

"Kiss it, Karen," he said firmly.

Thoughts of her uncle filled her head and she remembered being forced to take his huge prick in her mouth as her aunt licked her between the legs--and she remembered the thick white come as it spurted into her mouth to choke her. She swallowed again, then leaned forward slightly and brushed the head of his prick with her lips.

"Excellent, Karen," he told her and pulled away to tuck his penis into his trousers. "You're making excellent progress. When Mrs. Powers comes in, I'd like for you to assist me. She has a father fixation and it's making her life quite uncomfortable."

Still blushing, Karen looked up at him and shook her head. "You... you want me to assist you?"

"Yes... we'll deal with your inhibitions at the same time, Karen... that is, if you're willing."

"I'll try," she told him.

"Fine. Now, see to your desk and let me know the moment Mrs. Powers comes in."

Karen left the inner office without speaking. Prinz poured himself a liberal amount of brandy. He thought about Karen and her progress over the past few months. He knew that had he tried to explore her feelings too soon, she would have been unable to cope with them. So deep-seated were her fears of sex, and so tangled were they with childhood guilt, she might have been driven into deep psychosis had it not been for the occasional sexual releases through hypnosis.

A short time later, Karen buzzed and Prinz stood to greet Denise Powers as she entered his office. "Well, Denise... good to see you today."

The woman avoided his eyes and went directly to the couch. As she sat stiffly, Prinz crossed the room and questioned, "Is there something wrong, Denise?"

Nodding without looking up at him, she said, "Yes... my husband... he... he wants us to join a swap club."

"I see. And you find that undesirable."

"Well... yes. I mean, I'm just getting over some of my sexual hang-ups with him... now he wants me to... to have sex with other men."

"Do you find the thought distasteful?"

"Well of course--what would you think of your wife if she willingly consented to such an arrangement?"

"Perhaps I would think she loved me very much--or that she too, enjoyed more than the simplistic sexual aspects of wedded life."

"You... you mean you wouldn't think she was cheap?"

"No, I'm afraid I wouldn't, Denise. But examine your own feelings--are you afraid of what he might think if you consented?"

Nodding her head, she whispered, "Yes."

"And you don't find the idea distasteful at all, then."

"No..." she confessed.

"Are you drowsy, Denise?" he questioned and watched her eyes glaze as she replied.

"I... I'm sleepy, Father..." and she sagged back on the couch.

Again, Prinz was reminded of his sister Glenda as he looked down on the lovely red-haired woman. Her body was trim and full at the same time, and he fought the desire to rip her clothing from her body. He reached out and touched her brow as he told her, "Sleep deeply, my beauty... sleep deeply."

Crossing the room to the outer door, Prinz opened it and beckoned to Karen. "Lock the door, Karen, then join us."

In a few moments, a nervous Karen entered the room and closed the door softly behind her. She looked toward the woman lying on the couch, then she turned a questioning gaze to Prinz.

He took hold of her hand and led her to the couch. "Observe, Karen... Denise had sex with her father when she was in her teens. It has affected her adult sex life to the degree that she still feels a great deal of guilt, even when she has sex with her husband. She has worked through some of her fears, but not completely..." he smiled and squeezed her hand, "Just as you have, my dear."

"Denise..." he called softly.

The woman on the couch fluttered her eyelids and turned her head in the direction of his voice. "Yes, Father?"

"What would you like to do this afternoon, darling?"

Denise looked towards Karen and questioned, "What do you mean, Father?"

Sensing the resistance, Prinz smiled and told her, "Your mother knows, Denise... it's all right, she doesn't mind."

The woman looked at Karen with a puzzled expression on her face and she asked, "You... you don't mind, Mommy?"

Karen looked at Prinz, who smiled and urged her to answer. Finally, she shook her head and said softly, "No... I don't mind."

"Well... I'd really like to do what we always do when Mommy's not home."

Smiling, Prinz told the woman, "Fine... then would you like to take off your clothing, Denise?"

Without hesitation, the woman kicked off her high-heeled pumps and stood up, a look of childlike rapture on her lovely face. Karen stood in shock as the woman slipped out of her vest, laid it aside, then began unbuttoning her sheer blouse. As she opened it to display a pair of beautiful tits, she smiled impishly and unfastened her skirt. As it fell to her feet, she glanced at Prinz and asked, "Aren't you going to take off your clothes too, Daddy?"

"Humor her..." Prinz told Karen and pulled off his jacket.

Karen watched in fascination as both Prinz and the woman removed all of their clothing, then Denise looked up and questioned, "Mommy... won't you take off your clothes too?"

Karen's face flushed brightly as she averted her eyes from the doctor's naked body. She felt an unusual stirring inside her and a warmth she could not define. Slowly, she began to disrobe, and she felt both the woman's and Prinz's eyes on her as she removed each successive article of clothing. Finally, she stood naked, and she looked up to find Prinz gazing at her appraisingly.