I first met Susan while I was waiting in a law office. She was a secretary there. She was very beautiful. Long dark hair, tall, athletic and a winning smile. She was easy to talk to and was obviously well educated. After my appointment I approached her about having lunch sometime. She must have said no a dozen times before she agreed to meet me later that week. In the restaurant we again hit it off. There didn’t seem to be a topic that she was not able to discuss. She smiled and laughed easily and seemed to be having a great time. Lunch was over too soon. As I walked her back to the office I asked about dinner. Again it took a dozen rejections before she said yes. Shortly after I left her, my attorney called.

He wanted to warn me about dating Susan. He said she was a great secretary and they got along well but he said he was sure that she was a lesbian. He knew of two women she had affairs with. I was still interested and still intended to meet her for dinner.

At dinner she again was a delight. We seemed so suited for each other. After dinner I took her home. We went in for coffee and continued to talk. Everything was going perfectly until I tried to kiss her. Instantly she became an ice queen. I apologized again and again until she put her finger to my lips and said it was her not me. I immediately asked if it was because she was gay. She blushed and said no she was not gay, tried that, and didn’t like it. I then asked what it was. She said it was complicated and several years of therapy had not fixed it and she didn’t think I could change it now. I continued to press her about what it was. Finally she made me promise never to repeat what she was going to tell me.

She had been abused as a child. Her stepfather would cane her bare bottom as punishment for any infraction. Following the caning he would sexually force himself on her. It had left deep emotional scars. If she became intimate, as soon as she saw an erection it would trigger an uncontrollable desire to beat him with a cane. As a result she had caned several men severely. They had all fled as soon as she released them. As a result she was still a virgin. I was shocked. I asked about the lesbian question. She replied that she still had a strong sexual drive and tried women but didn’t like it.

I told her I would gladly submit to a caning if she wanted to try having sex with a man again. She said she had heard that before, she didn’t think I could take it. I insisted and she finally said to strip off my cloths. If I had an erection, she would tie me down and beat me. If I could take it until she was exhausted she would let me mount her. My cloths came off, my penis was ridged, and Susan’s demeanor changed instantly. She had me bend over a large chair and tied me down. Strokes from her cane began right away. Instantly my bottom was on fire with pain. I screamed again and again. I soon regretted that she was so athletic and in such fine shape. She didn’t stop for almost thirty minutes. I knew I had many cuts and I could feel the blood flowing down my legs. Susan stood in front of me. She demanded to know if I had had enough. I said if that meant that we would be making love soon. I heard her say “absolutely not” and she began whipping me again. The pain was intense, I could not stop screaming. Each time she paused to ask if I was ready to go home, I said no. The caning continued for over an hour until she finally sank to one knee in exhaustion. I had won, but at what cost. I needed medical attention and my bottom would have scars. She untied me, my erection had long ago wilted. Susan took me to her bed and laid me face down. She carefully ministered to my sorely beaten bottom. She had returned to her old self and told me that no man had ever taken a whipping like I had. She gave me some pain pills and soon I became drowsy and fell asleep.

I woke in the morning with Susan in bed with me. The pain was still intense but I moved to kiss her. The instant my erect penis touched her leg she recoiled. The loving Susan was transformed into the ice queen again. She said, “you have to leave”. I said what about our deal. She said, “ that was last night, this is now”. I didn’t know what to do. A deal is a deal, but I couldn’t rape her. I slowly got up and started to put my cloths on. As soon as my erection was covered Susan returned to her wonderful self. I took her in my arms and kissed her. My hands began to explore her body. Her nightgown slid away and exposed her perfect body. I sank to my knees and pressed my tongue into her wet pussy. She let me pleasure her and finally sucking her clit to make it vibrate, she had orgasm after orgasm. As she lay back I started to take off my pants again. She said no, don’t, it will spoil everything. I stopped and just held her being very careful that my throbbing cock did not touch her in any way. Susan started to cry and say how sorry she was.

She said it had always been this way, that she could not control it. She was amazed that I had let her cane me to a bloody mess. She wanted me, she just couldn’t have me the way I wanted. We both cried and I knew I had fallen in love with a woman I could not have.

We tried again many times. If I would be content with keeping my dick in my pants, we were fine and she enjoyed wonderful orgasms and I would content myself with her pleasure. As time wore on she would suggest that there was something that could be done, but I wouldn’t like it. I pressed her to know what she was thinking. Finally she blurted out, “it could be removed”. Stunned, I asked her to repeat what she had said. In a calm and clear voice she said, “your penis could be removed surgically”. It was crazy to think about, but the more we tried to live together the more it seemed like the only way out.

I asked her just how it might be done. Surprisingly, she said she wanted do it. She said it was only the penis that she found repugnant, that I could keep my testicles. I would still have all the hormones I needed and I would still be sexually aggressive. My tongue would still please her and we would be able to be together without fear of her having problems. One sacrifice and we could have a normal relationship, no one would need to know that I had been altered. I wanted to know why she wanted to be the one to cut my penis. Susan said she still dreamed about doing that to her now dead stepfather. She felt it would bring her a type of closure.

We talked about it for a long time. I loved her and didn’t want to loose her, still I didn’t want to loose my penis either. A month later she told me she wanted to cane me again, this time just for fun. I agreed and she proceeded to tie me up. In a surprise move she pushed my tied body backward onto her dinning room table. Within seconds she had me secured and immobile. She said you will thank me for this later. One injection and I was unconscious. When I awoke, I was groggy and could feel pain in my groin. She had removed my penis. I didn’t know whether to be angry or thankful.

It took a few months to accept my alteration as normal, but I did. What was interesting was that Susan’s psychological problem was cured. Six months later she cheated on me with my attorney.