Poor Michelle sat in his little schoolgirl uniform doing his best to score at least eight of ten in the test, but I could see from his face that he was finding it difficult. The questions were easy for anyone who paid attention to women’s achievements, but I knew he never had, instead dismissing women as inferior. He deserved all he had coming.

I asked Naomi to take his answer paper when he’d finished, and mark it for me. I read out the answers and I could see Michelle’s face drop as he realised how many he’d got wrong. Once he knew he had three wrong he knew he was in for another spanking.

Naomi was relishing her role in his humiliation, and looked delighted at the end when she declared that he’d only answered three of the ten questions correctly.

“Three out of ten!” I barked. “Do you pay no attention at all to the achievements of strong women? Do you think that only men can make a difference? No wonder your wife sent you here for some therapy. Well, you're going to get some more therapy now for that pathetic performance. I told you you’d get a spanking if you scored less than eight out of ten, but three out of ten! Three out of ten deserves a double spanking. Naomi – would you mind administering Michelle’s punishment?”

Naomi strode over to the now terrified man, grabbed him by the ear, forcing him to stand up, then sat on his chair. She then twisted his arm painfully up behind his back and manoeuvred him across her lap. With her free hand she lifted his schoolgirl dress, exposing his frilly knickers.

She playfully ran her immaculately manicured nail around the satin material encasing his bottom before asking “He’s earned a double spanking. Shall I give him twelve spanks on his knickers, and then another twelve with his knickers down, on his bare bottie?”

I signalled my agreement, handed her the spanking paddle, and so she began. He cut a pathetic figure, dressed in his little schoolgirl uniform, his dress hoisted high above his waist, his frilly knickers fully on display.

Thwack! She brought the paddle down hard on his defenceless bottom. He winced and wriggled, desperate to escape Naomi’s cruel clutches, but she had his arm up painfully behind his back, and escape was impossible.

Again and again she brought the paddle down onto his bottom, each blow causing him to writhe in humiliation and pain. When she’d completed twelve spanks she paused. The poor man was completely beaten, his will overcome by the indomitable force of Naomi’s superiority and strength.

“That’s the first twelve,” she grinned, “now to take your knickers down for your next twelve.”

By now he’d lost any will to fight, meekly accepting his fate. Naomi held the spanking paddle while I went over and tugged his knickers down to his knees. His bottom was already bright red, and was about to become even redder.

With his knickers round his knees, and his bottom completely exposed, Naomi began the second half of his spanking. Although his knickers had offered little protection, now bare-bottomed he knew he’d feel the full force of the cruel paddle. I was delighting in his predicament, as I knew was Naomi.

Twelve more hard spanks followed, his bottom turning even redder. I sensed he wasn’t far off crying, like a little girl.

When Naomi had finally finished his spanking she released her grip on his arm and allowed him to stand up. “Pull your knickers up!” she ordered, and he meekly complied.

“Well, Michelle,” I said, “you’ve certainly learned what happens if you do poorly in your tests. The next test is ten questions your wife has sent me about what she likes and doesn’t like. If you’ve been an attentive husband these should be very easy indeed. Once again, if you score eight out of ten you will receive a reward. But if you score less than that then you will receive a punishment. And this time your punishment will be what I call ‘ice cube punishment’. Do you know what that is?”

I'm not sure I’d ever seen anyone quite so defeated, but he managed to shake his head to confirm that he didn’t know what ‘ice cube punishment’ was.

“Ice cube punishment” I told him, “is when you're bent over, and you have ice cubes inserted up your bottom. It sounds easy, but you’ll find the ice is painfully cold. The most that any of my previous subjects of ice cube punishment have managed is eight. But I think for you we’ll start at five, and then for every question you get wrong there’ll be another ice cube up your bum. Does that sound fair?”

Such was his state of humiliated capitulation that he meekly nodded.