Irene McAllen, University Psychologist, felt righteous if somewhat disingenuous outrage pulse through her as her hand flashed down, impacting into the reddened flesh beneath it in a mighty spank.

SMACK

"MMMGNMGH!!"

"I cannot believe" SMACK "you could even think" SMACK "about denying your own daughter" SMACK "the stability I've given her" SMACK

She paused and surveyed the squirming, grunting, feisty woman who was presently bent over her desk. Mrs Janet Anderson, the mother of her own Ginger Anderson, had come to see her. Nearly a full year after her daughter had tossed in the towel of her studies and melted away into her new role, Janet had driven up to see why her daughter had decided to withdraw from school...and had arrived in Irene's office with much sound and fury. A long prepared diatribe had lashed the unfortunate school psychologist...who had found herself momentarily taken aback at the fiery harangue coming from such a stunningly gorgeous woman. Hell, given how much of a mouse Ginger was when it had come to outbursts, Irene was rather surprised initially that her mother was such a firecracker. Not that she had let that stop her from asserting control. She couldn't have Janet Anderson making too much of a scene on school property.

And so she had been forced to reach for a few emergency techniques that Dr Samantha Kendricks, her good friend and head of patient care at Mercy Asylum, had taught her for just such occurrences. It was always possible that a prospective patient, or a loved on of the patient, wouldn't understand the necessity of treatment, and would kick up a fuss. Unable to conduct a proper drop into hypnotic trance, there were a few means of acquiring temporary cooperation...lasting just long enough to secure someone before they hurt themselves or others with unneeded flailing. So Irene had approached the towering inferno that was Janet Anderson, the flame kissed hair and flashing green eyes communicating her temper in no uncertain terms...and had in the span of five heartbeats managed to impose her temporary control.

Irene had needed to move fast. She hadn't bothered to get the woman out of her smart business attire, merely ordering her to put her hands in front of her, tying them tightly with rope, gagging her, and then bending her over her desk to begin tying her in place. More rope secured her wrists to the far side, stretching her out. Irene kicked Janet's feet apart, tying each ankle to the side of the desk, ensuring her legs were held apart. Then she buckled a large ballgag into the woman's mouth...just as her temporary control slipped away.

The rage that Janet had put on had been considerable...but Irene was quite good at knots, and her furious struggling had availed her nothing...and now that she was tied down, she could more easily begin to dribble little bits of programming and Mercy Asylum tactics into Mrs Anderson.

That had been an hour ago, and the fury in Janet Anderson had noticeably cooled. Now she moaned and writhed in her bonds, still quivering with outrage, but now pulsing with considerable chagrin and kernals of self doubt. The perfect means of continuing to undermine her search for her daughter, who at this point was no doubt wondering why Irene had been delayed in getting home to play with her. Dear sweet Ginger, waiting up for her in her slinky maid outfit...

Irene smiled at the image she summoned with ease, and then bent forward to take hold of Janet's panties and firmly yanking them up, giving the older woman a wedgie and clearing her buttocks. Ensuring there was no protective fabric to defend her pink flesh from the flurry of spanks that Irene continued to deliver as she spoke, affecting a professional tone edged with her own blend of outrage.

"Ginger was lost, when she came to me, Mrs Anderson. She required considerable help, and I provided it over the course of her second year here. I did my best to keep her applied to her studies, but in the end we mutually agreed that it would be best for her mental health to take a step back from her studies. I personally hope that such a step back is temporary, Ginger is brilliant, but that will be entirely up to how well she is able to heal." Irene's hand continued to work, spanking Janet hard every few seconds, the squirming woman writhing and moaning now, her wedgied panties and her elegant bra all that was left of her smart business attire.

"So you understand just how much damage you might do if you come up here, as you did, and attempt to force her back to her old life with no notice and no care for where she is on her mental health journey," Irene's voice edged into affected anger and disdain, lashing Janet with her apparent contempt at such selfishness, "Really, as her mother, you must understand the need to protect her from such disruptions, hmmm?"

Janet gurgled into her gag, a slight nod being wrung from her after a half dozen blows to her now sensitive rump.

"Good. I'm glad you understand that. I think it might be best if you have a better understanding of the journey your daughter is on with me, and how effective and safe the treatments are for what she suffers from." Irene gave the woman a smile unseen, her hands briefly stopping their spanking barrage to caress and grope the woman's ass, drawing moans and groaning from Janet despite herself, "I think you may have some needs of your own that would benefit from a mental health break. I don't think you've ever really been able to take time for yourself. To truly surrender your cares and burdens, and simply allow someone else to take charge for a while. To trust that they know best, that they will guide you into being the woman that you truly need to be."

Irene continued to massage the woman's ass, her voice having dropped into the hypnotic tone that Samantha Kendricks had helped impart to her, and she reached forward to gently take hold of the woman's hair, pulling her head back as she continued, "Would you like that Janet? I've helped your daughter ever so much, and it pains me to see her mother suffering from some of the same impulses. Some of the very same conditions that put your daughter onto her unsustainable path. Wouldn't you like to feel better? To feel at peace?"

Janet moaned and and squirmed. Irene wasn't expecting her to fully agree, she was far too strong willed and Irene was hardly a trained Mercy Asylum specialist. She just needed to introduce sufficient doubt. Which she had.

"That's alright Mrs Anderson. Tell you what. I'll stay with you here for a while, but I'll put in a call to a friend of mine. She runs the local mental health facility, and she's been a great help to any number of confused and hurting people over the years. I think it will be of enormous benefit to you personally, and to your daughter, if you talk with her and understand your needs a bit better. They've got all sorts of programs that you'll find...enthralling."

Irene McAllen grinned, continuing to caress Janet's pink rump and reached for her phone, letting the woman's head fall to rest against the desk as she gurgled into her gag. A quick call to Samantha and this unfortunate episode would have a very happy ending indeed. She could see precisely where Ginger got her feisty energy from, and her looks...and she found herself rather looking forward to dropping in on Janet Anderson in a few weeks time, once she had been broken in a bit by Mercy Asylum's expert staff.

She hit the speed dial for Dr Samantha Kendricks, and grinned.

It was going to be quite a special October indeed...