A New Regime

Still alive! Took a bit of a break from blogging after that last six-parter. Phew! Much kinkiness has transpired since then: a threesome with Tracy, David switching it up on me. But I think I need to return to my roots a bit, so today I’ll blog about a proper Dominant Wife Spanking I gave my husband recently.

Recently his trainer Mags moved on out of the country to do a graduate business degree. It was fun having her train david, though in truth her whippings were getting a bit routine. She did not have much kinky imagination, and without that from the Domme, things can get stale. Still it was a good way to keep david motivated to work out: having a pretty young thang strip him and whip him between sets!

But quite apart from that, I have been noticing david putting on extra fat around his middle. Exercise is great and has all manner of health benefits, as does eating healthy food, but getting fat comes from over-eating, pure and simple. On an airplane I recently read a very interesting article in Scientific American called The Exercise Paradox that cites new evidence based on the latest and most accurate measurement techniques that says the number of calories your burn is relatively constant regardless of how hard you exercise. The body adjusts, they hypothesize, by cutting down on unnecessary “repair” activities to preserve energy (apparently, evolutionary speaking, the only reason a human slows down from the hunting and gathering is when they are ill).

So, after reading this article I decided to take matters into my own hands regarding david’s health. He is now weighing himself every day on the Internet scale and recording all his food in an app. The results of his weekly weigh-ins will be spankings, chores, and sex.

If his record keeping and weight loss pleases me, he’ll be allowed to be very manly towards me and give me a spanking, require me to do chores around the house, and have sex with me in any way he chooses. Implements and ass sex are reserved for a string of good weeks.

If he displeases me, he will be dressed in women’s clothing, spanked severely, made to do chores, and I will have sex with him any way I choose. I also reserve the right to put him in timeout and write lines for me if I think he’s enjoying himself too much. And don’t think he won’t be sitting nude with a very red butt and a big fat dildo up his butt as he writes me those lines. Oh there will be tears.

And lest you fear too much for my ass, I mandated a very aggressive (though still healthy) rate of fat loss for him, and I shall be very hard to please.

I made him agree to an additional highly motivational penalty if there is weight gain across any given month: a very hard, in his bra with panties pulled down spanking across John’s knee while Tracy and I watch. John and Tracy have already agreed to it. Bra and panties and everything. (John had a chuckle, especially about the bra and panties, but was glad to help, according to Tracy). I am quite sure david will not allow it to come to this, but we shall see.

I confronted him with all this, and he agreed to it, knowing he did need to shed body fat. I had to really put my foot down regarding the spanking from John, but he reluctantly agreed, feeling he could use the extra backstop motivation to absolutely positively lose fat.

We started off by taking him up to the bathroom scale. He had not weighed himself in some time, though the roll of fat around his belly told the story only too clearly. I made him strip to nude, and supervised as he stepped up onto the scale.

Before the numbers came up I already knew the verdict. He was fat and flabby. This was especially highlighted for me given my recent experiences with Tracy’s husband, who is so lean and muscular. If he can do it, certainly david can as well, and it starts with good diet!

And yes indeed. His weight was way up. Around 10% higher than it should be, and all of it fat.

His diet was going to get off on the right foot with a hairbrush spanking and a strapping. I dragged him by the ear and took him back downstairs. I stood him with his nose firmly in the corner of the living room. As he stood there like that, I set up the spanking chair, and I fetched the hard wooden hairbrush and the twin tailed tawse.

I scolded him some more as he stood in the corner, his vulnerable little buns seemingly quivering in fright. I left him there like that, telling him that he could contemplate the errors that got him into this situation, and the bun beating he would soon be getting from me.

I took my time. I made myself a cup of herbal tea and I did some reading. I left him there for a full 30 minutes.

When it was time, I went up to him, and took him again by the ear, and lead him over to the spanking chair. I sat on it, and then pulled him down across my knee. I hiked him over a bit higher so that his head was near the ground and his feet were dangling. I prefer him like this. Of course he was hard. He always is at a time like this. It would not last.

I used the hairbrush right from the start, and I used it hard. A couple of hundred solid whacks that had him kicking and begging for mercy by the time I was only half done. His ass turned a deep, crimson red. I also used the brush on his upper thighs and into his cleft and inner thighs. It was a wonderful spanking!

This is what my husband’s ass looks like after
one of my “punishment” hairbrush spankings

He was well-spanked, but not yet strapped.

I stood him up and took him by his upper arm over to the sofa, where I had him bend over across the back of it, ass high, legs spread. This is a lovely position for a man. His cock and balls are visible and vulnerable, dangling there between his legs. His ass cheeks are spread, showing off his bottom hole. How embarrassing that a “man” should be made to display his bottom hole like this to his wife! Well it was for a good cause. I am especially adept at “near cheek wrap around”, which means whipping the tip of the strap around the near cheek and into his crack, punishing the tender skin nearest his rectum. I am also skilled at striking vertically with the strap, in-line with his ass crack, but at a slight oblique angle to impart a fiery sting he’ll feel whenever his cheeks rub together. It’s a skill I possess.

I began his strapping. I visited his entire ass, his thighs, his inner thighs (ouch!), and his crack. I ended with an intense and fiery strapping at full force onto his twin sit spots. It made me smile thinking how my husband would be squirming at work the next day.