The draft paper was empty in front of him.  This stage was fairly easy work, it was a simply layout of one of the needed parts.  All he had to do was the layout showing the top, the side and front of the cog he needed created.  Fortunately he had plenty of time to complete that project as when he was staring at the page in front of him what entered his mind was the needed the cog, it was his lovely wife.  Worse, it was his lovely tied over the dining room table while he spanked her for driving him crazy.<br/>Phillup J. Whitmore at age 30 was a fairly successful engineer.  It wasn’t so much that he was the best or the brightest, it was that he was willing to work with what he had to get a job done.   This had led to a well-paying job with the nice option of working from home from time to time.  At first he was ecstatic over this as it gave him more to time to dote on his lovely wife, Kate.  As time went on he found himself seeking the solace of work.  In engineer it was all about the math.  It always added up, the numbers never lied, they never misled, and they never for no reason either could tell simply stop adding up.  That never happened in math.<br/>It happens with people, and that is why his wife is driving him crazy.  He has tried everything to get her passion.  He even went through the pain and expense to charter a private flight to the coast.  They saw a show, ate fresh sea food, and had a remarkable night.  It wasn’t that she was ungrateful, or even that she was unimpressed, quite the contrary.  It was just missing something.  What was missing was the ten thousand dollar question he would pay that and more to find the answer.<br/>That was the problem that rolled through his mind as he started at the blank sheet of paper, not the cog he needed to draft up.  Not the tolerances the machinist would need to know.  No, the only thing buzzing through his mind is what was coming up between his wife and himself.  How can he remove it, assuming he could figure out what it is.<br/>A quick glance at the clock showed that he had been staring at the same paper for an hour now.  His coffee was lukewarm, but still drinkable.  Picking up the mug he sips the tepid liquid and looks back to his computer to scan through email.  In truth he wanted to be distracted, and work was as good as anything.  So he spent some time cleaning up his inbox in outlook a boring and mundane task, but it was better than thinking about the project or his wife.  Then he saw the email sitting in his inbox, it was a few weeks old at this point, but was from his friend Simon.<br/>Topographically the two, Simon and Phill, couldn’t be more different.   Phill wore suits and he was relatively sure that Simon might get violent if you approached him with a tie.  Phill wasn’t positive about that, but it was an amusing thought none the less.  Phill’s greatest hobby was assisting Phill in making devices to torment his girlfriend.<br/>That is when it hit him.  The thing that was getting between him and his wife… was him.  He was getting upset at her because he was holding back, as he had all his life.  The things he wanted to do with her made his head spin sometimes, but how do you go up to your lovely wife and ask if she would mind too terribly if he tied her up and spanked her?  Not something you could just casually bring up over the dinner table.  What if she really hated the idea?  No, he couldn’t deal with that.   Not to mention there were things that was dangerous about his ideas.  If he hit her too hard, he could really hurt her.  Again, the answer was right in front of him.  Simon.  He could hide his own desires behind him; he is just doing this to help their marriage.  Then if it fails it would be like going to bad marriage counselor.  If it worked though, no, he refused to let his mind wander down that path.  He had to deal with what he had, and what he had was a wife that was somewhat withdrawn.  He had to admit, if only to himself, that he wasn’t that much better.  The only thing he really knew about BDSM is that those were indeed letters in the alphabet.<br/>Picking up his phone he leans back in his office chair and types out a message that could change his life, and Phill could only hope it was for the best.<br/>‘Simon, been a bit since we have chatted, but I have a really big favor to ask of you.  I need some of your expertise for a project I am going to be starting.  If you are interested, let me know, I’ll give you more details’<br/>Looking back at the message Phill shook his head, it was sounding like he wanted Simon to come into the office, so he typed out a second message.<br/>‘Okay, that was dry and technical, but you know how I get.  Let me level with you.  Things are drying out with Kate.  I was wanting to do some things to spice it back up.  I thought you could help guide me through some of things you do, so I don’t hurt Kate.  More than I should.’<br/>Taking a breath, Phill sets the phone on the desk and waits.  He should work more, but now he is focused on this idea, this long shot plan that might make Kate and him happy again.<br/>