I heard the knock at the door and immediately knew who it was.

I’d had a call from his wife a few days earlier asking me if I could help. She was despairing. She loved him deeply, but couldn’t cope with his appalling attitude towards women. He had no respect, and although she’d tried and tried, he still showed no appreciation of his issues. I assured her I could help.

I ushered him into my living room. “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked.

“Um, ah, yeah,” he replied. “It’s some kind of therapy session.”

“Yes,” I said, “that’s right. It’s ‘some kind of therapy session’. But it’s a therapy session unlike anything you’ve experienced before. By the end of your session you’re going to understand why your attitude to women is so unacceptable, and you're going to have become a better person as a result of that. It will make your life better, and your relationship with your wife better. Does that sound like a positive outcome?”

He nodded, still not sure what was going to happen.

“Okay”, I said. “You're going to need to sign this disclaimer in order for your session to work.” I thrust a paper in front of him and told him to sign it.

Foolishly, he signed it without reading it, much to my delight. The document said that if he didn’t comply with everything I told him to do then his wife would assume responsibility for his bank account and have authority over all their spending. He’d effectively be in her complete control.

I ushered him into the spare bedroom. “Right!” I said, “take all your clothes off and let’s get started.” He looked at me blankly, not comprehending what I’d told him to do.

“Which bit of ‘take all your clothes off’ don’t you understand?” I barked. “Quickly! Off with them all!”

Still he hesitated. “Listen,” I said, “you’ve just agreed to fully comply with your ‘therapy’ session, otherwise your wife will leave you, and take all your money. So what’s it to be?”

Way too late, he read the contract he’d signed. He looked at me pathetically, pleading with me not to go through with it, but I just stared back at him.

He undid his belt and took down his trousers. Then pulled his shirt over his head. His underwear and socks followed, and there he was, naked in front of me.