John heard of the Behavior Handyman from his friend, Brian, who had used him once. He said the Handyman had worked wonders for his girlfriend in just one visit, changing her from an argumentative woman to one who did whatever he asked without all the drama. And the Handyman gave him pointers on how to treat her to maintain her obedience, which had all worked out beautifully ever since. With John's wife, Rebecca, in the same habit of arguing over sex and not doing what he wanted, he was very interested.

The Handyman was not easy to find; you had to know someone. Brian had to initiate contact by phone and vouch for John, which he did, allowing John and his wife, Rebecca, to meet with the Handyman virtually on a video conference. During their meeting, the Handyman, who had blurred his face, explained his service in vague terms, saying only that he used unusual techniques to alter the negative behavior of the ladies, and instructed the men on how to reward their women after each sexual event. Without exception, both the ladies and their men were much happier after his service. He painted a picture of a couple in sync in bed and experiencing better sex than ever before. He admitted that there could be some temporary pain involved for the women, and therefore, he required that the lady agree to his training. She only had to see him once for a one-hour session, unless she reverted, in which case she would need a short refresher visit. After some convincing by John and a good word from Brian's girlfriend, Rebecca agreed to one visit.

o o o

By arrangement, John would drop Rebecca off, without her purse or phone, at a specific location and pick her up at the same location an hour and fifteen minutes later. So when the time came, he drove her to the agreed spot and left her there on a pleasant day. John drove away, as promised, and the Handyman pulled up shortly after. He got out and opened the door for Rebecca, but he was wearing a Covid mask that covered most of his face, hiding his identity. She got in but was a little concerned that she couldn't see his face; it seemed creepy to her. When she was seated, he put a blindfold on her, with her okay, so she could not see where he was taking her, and they drove away.

Arriving at his home, he guided her into his house and to the bedroom he used as his training room. She still had a blindfold on and could not tell where she was.

"Can I take the blindfold off?" she asked.

"Not yet. That is a privilege you must earn," he replied.

He guided her to an open spot in the room and spoke.

"For the duration of your time here, you will act for me as you would for your husband. You'll pretend I'm John. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Rebecca replied.

"If I, as John, ask you to undress right now, what would you do?"

"I'd ask why," she replied.

"Wrong," the Handyman said politely as he touched her rear with a shocking device.

"Ouch! That hurt!" she cried out.

"The correct answer is not to say anything, but to start undressing," he explained. "You want to have an obedient state of mind to please the man who loves you. Over time, that will create a trusting and fun environment for both of you. So let's try that again. Undress for me."

"What, now?"

The Handyman zapped her rear again.

"Ouch! Again?" she reacted unhappily.

"You have not responded correctly to the request. Let's try again. Undress for me."

"You want me to strip right now?"

The Handyman zapped her rear once more.

"Damn! Will you stop that!" she snapped.

"I will stop when you respond correctly. So, undress for me."

Rebecca realized she couldn't easily leave since she had no idea where she was, and no phone to call for a ride. It would probably be easier to stay since she had actually agreed to this, and it was just for one hour. And now, she had the choice of being zapped time after time, or undressing. She decided to undress for her "husband". She took her sandals off and started to unbutton her blouse, then took it off, along with her bra. Her finely shaped breasts fell free, and she noticed it turned her on a little. Maybe this wasn't so bad, she thought, and took her shorts off.

"Do you want me to take the panties off, too?"

"Be careful, Rebecca. You will continue to do whatever I, as your husband John, ask of you until I tell you to stop."

So Rebecca slid her panties over her hips and off, and they dropped, landing on her shorts on the floor. She stepped out of them. Being blind and suddenly naked before this masked man was a little scary, but it was also turning her on, she realized.

"Very good, Rebecca. You have learned well, and I will remove your blindfold in a moment for responding correctly."

Then the Handyman rubbed a lotion on her sore rear where she had been zapped. It felt good, and Rebecca enjoyed the way it soothed her.

"That feels good," she told him.

"As it should. You will receive pleasant results when you obey your husband," he replied.

Then the Handyman removed the blindfold from Rebecca. She looked around the room as her eyes adjusted to the light. She saw a bed, a dresser, and an armless chair in the corner of a typical bedroom

"What are we going to do in here?" Rebecca queried.

"You'll find out in good time. Meanwhile, you will not speak unless you ask and receive permission. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes," Rebecca replied, rather resigned, and remembering the zaps, but also the lotion.

"Okay. Now open your legs and finger yourself."

"For how long?" she asked.

The handyman slapped her rear with a flogger that he had retrieved while she was undressing; it stung.

"Ouch!" she sighed.

"Quiet! And begin fingering yourself as you were told!" he ordered.

Rebecca hesitated, and again realized she had little choice, in fact none if she didn't want to be flogged!

She placed her hand over her muff and started to run a finger through her slit. It felt good, so she spread her legs and opened her pussy lips with her finger and rubbed her slit up and down, and that felt even better. She realized that what the Handyman was asking her to do so far always ended up feeling good, and it was only when she did not do as she was told that he disciplined her. And the good was so much better than the discipline: the electric shocks, the flogger. It seemed that obeying the first time would avoid receiving the pain. And obeying came with something pleasant afterward. She continued to finger herself and was getting quite turned on.

o o o

"Stop now, and well done, Rebecca! The main lesson that you will learn is that obeying your husband will always be more pleasurable than not. Let's go to the chair now."

"Why?" Rebecca asked.

The Handyman swatted her rear with the flogger.

"You are to be quiet unless I allow you to speak. You need to understand that I am acting as your husband, who loves you, and when he wants you to do something, you should do it out of love, and not question why he wants it. So, let's go to the chair."

He pulled the chair to the center of the room as Rebecca waited, wondering what the Handyman had planned, but began to think about the 'lesson' she was to learn. Since the things this man, acting as her husband, had asked her to do were enjoyable, maybe she could just go along with it. She walked to the chair with that thought running through her mind.

The Handyman sat on the chair, then said, "Okay, now lie on my lap on your tummy."

Rebecca almost spoke, but hesitated, and decided to try just doing as she was told. She got on his lap on her tummy.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"That's not for you to worry about," the Handyman said. "Your role is to relax and enjoy whatever your husband does, knowing he intends to please you."

Rebecca decided to keep quiet and see what happened.

The Handyman, whose face she still could not see, smacked her rear with his hand. She flinched a bit and let out a quiet 'Ouch!"

He smacked her harder a moment later, and she squealed louder. Then he picked up a paddle and spanked her with it. As he continued to spank her cheeks repeatedly, she felt the pain, but also, to her surprise, felt a little aroused. It made no sense to her, but she was getting turned on as his paddle swats stung her ass. It seemed that spanking her was arousing her, but why? Did she think it would lead to an erotic reward to come?

After he spanked her bottom with the paddle until it was quite sore and she knew she must be red, he stopped and grabbed the bottle of lotion, which he rubbed on her sore rear. It felt so good after the spanking!

"Now spread your legs," he told her.

Again, Rebecca almost spoke but held her tongue just in time. She opened her legs as she was told.

He placed a hand between her legs and covered her pussy before he ran his fingers up and down to open her pussy lips. She squirmed to the pleasure of his touch and started to get very wet. When he ran a finger up and over her clit, she jerked on his lap and opened her legs even more. It felt so good, and she was starting to leak her nectar onto his pants.

As the Handyman continued to finger her, she felt like she might cum any moment. She was so wet and so enjoying being fingered that it was all Rebecca could do not to cum on the spot, but she denied herself that pleasure. That is, until his constant fingering of her pussy and rubbing her clit overcame her, and she could not withstand the pleasure any longer. It felt wonderful and took her to her happy place, where she jerked and spasmed and shot her juices over his hand as she came intensely. He continued to finger her, and her orgasm rolled into another. She squirmed in ecstasy as she came over and over to the pleasure of his fingering. When he stopped, an exhausted Rebecca relaxed as her orgasms finally subsided. He allowed her to rest for a minute.

o o o

"Okay, get off my lap and on your knees," he ordered.

Rebecca was so relaxed after all the orgasms that she almost spoke again to ask why, but decided not to. She got off his lap and knelt on the carpeted floor.

The Handyman walked across the room, stood near a window, and beckoned her to crawl to him.

This seemed humiliating to Rebecca, and she could not help but want to object, but decided to go along with what he asked. Cooperating seemed like the better choice.

She crawled across the carpet to him. When she got there, he dropped his slacks and boxers, releasing his erect penis in front of her face.

"Now take my cock in your mouth and give me a nice blow job," he ordered.

Rebecca knew she could not do it, but she didn't know what to do. She finally decided to speak and take whatever discipline he gave her.

"I can't do that," she told him.

"Acting as your lover, I'm telling you to do something you might not like, but you need to do it for the man who loves you."

"I understand, but I've never done a blow job, and I just can't."

"You will do it, or I will discipline you, and we'll try again."

"But I can't," she said again.

"Okay, stand up," he ordered.

Rebecca stood.

"Stand in front of the window and pull the shades up," he told her.

She did as he asked, but when she pulled the shades up, she saw that the bedroom faced the street, and she was exposed to anyone who came by.

"Everyone can see me!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, but that's part of your discipline for not doing as you were told. Stand facing the window."

Rebecca just wanted this to be over, so she stood in front of the window, hoping it would not be for long. Cars drove by, but fortunately, no one walked by, at least not yet. Then the Handyman retrieved his flogger and slapped her rear with it. He began to slap her cheeks harder and harder, and it hurt. But despite the pain, she yearned for it to end so she could get out of the window more than anything, so she did not fight it. Soon her rear was hurting a great deal, and he finally stopped.

"You took your discipline well, so you will be rewarded before we try the blow job again," he said.

Then he smeared and rubbed some soothing lotion on her cheeks, and she loved it. The pain and humiliation of standing in the window and being flogged seemed to melt with the delight of his rubbing lotion on her sore ass. When he stopped, he told her to go and lie on her back on the bed.

o o o

She walked to the bed and lay down, glad to be away from the window. At the bed, he opened her legs and attached a spreader bar to her ankles, holding her feet a good three feet apart and exposing her pussy completely. Then he started the vibrator and touched it to one of her nipples. The buzzing felt strange at first, but it also felt good to Rebecca, who squirmed under the vibrations. He touched the device to her other nipple, and when he sensed that she was aroused again, he moved it to her cunt.

She wiggled and squirmed at its touch and enjoyed the buzzing on her pussy. Next, he moved the vibrator up and down her slit and over her clit, eliciting a quiet sigh of pleasure from Rebecca, who felt her arousal grow again despite the intense orgasms she had moments earlier. Soon she was in total ecstasy and holding on to keep from cumming.

Then the Handyman paused, climbed on the bed, rested near her head, and placed his penis over her mouth.

"Take it in and suck on it," he told her.

Rebecca had no fight left in her. She was close to an orgasm again, and took his cock in her mouth and sucked as he gently moved it in and out. She was surprised that she enjoyed seeing his reaction and the pleasure she was giving him. She sucked harder, and he began to face-fuck her as he resumed buzzing her clit with the vibrator. Before long, they were both panting in arousal, and she was so close to cumming that she knew she was about to lose it. Then he exploded in climax and squirted his load into her mouth, gagging her. He pulled out, and she gasped for air.

After she recovered, and knowing it was expected, she swallowed his cum. It wasn't as bad as she expected, and she found her state of arousal was still there as the buzzing at her clit continued to drive her wild. Soon, she came intensely once more, her juices flooding his bed, and she continued as he kept the vibrator on her, causing her to have one orgasm after another, until he finally stopped.

o o o

When they recovered from the blow job and vibrator orgasms, he removed the spreader bar and helped her off the bed. They used his bathroom to clean up, and then they both got dressed.

"I'll take you back to John now," he said.

"Okay," was all she answered, still recovering from the fantastic orgasms she'd just had.

He blindfolded her once more and helped her to his car. She never did see his face since he never removed the Covid mask.

Once in the car, he asked, "So, did you learn the lesson not to argue when he wants you to do something, and that your obedience will be rewarded?"

"Yes, I think so. I must say, I did learn that even the things I objected to at first weren't that bad, that they aroused me, even the painful things, and I learned that the reward afterward would be wonderful and always more than worth it," she replied.

"Good. Then my work is done, unless you revert to arguing about things with John. I have told him what he should do on his end, like rewarding you each time you obey. So, unless you revert, you've completed my behavior adjustment training. Now, go and be the best woman your man ever dreamed of."

"I will!" Rebecca assured him enthusiastically as she got out of his car and saw John waiting for her.

She ran to him and kissed him, and they hugged deeply for a long moment. Then he walked her to his car.

"So, how was the behavior training?" he asked.

"It was a little scary, but I learned a lot, like how to be a good wife. How about we go home and test it out?"

"Great!" he replied.

They drove home, and she kissed him repeatedly as they entered their home and walked to their bedroom. When she offered to do whatever he would like, he sat on a chair and told her to undress and lie across his lap for a spanking. She obeyed immediately. John spanked her repeatedly with his hand as she became more and more turned on. When he spread her legs and fingered her, it was all she could do to keep from cumming. After the spanking, John rubbed lotion on her rear as the Handyman had taught him, then carried her to their bed. He had Rebecca get on her elbows and knees, then lower herself so her head rested on the bed. Then he fucked her doggie style, and they both came within minutes!

o o o

Beginning that day, John...