He had his first full session with her on Wednesday of this past week after work. Before describing what transpired, let me bring you up to speed on the week preceding. On Friday we had all agreed that david was to keep a daily food, exercise, and weight diary. That he has been doing. On the weekend david and I drove north to meet with my younger brother and his family. We met at a restaurant in their town. david had a beer. Then there were bar appetizers. Then he ordered a giant pulled pork sandwich (as a nod to his diet, he ordered the coleslaw instead of the fries on the side... big deal!), and another beer. I didn't say anything. I thought I should let Michelle deal with this on Wednesday.
david is nothing if not honest, so I knew all that junk would be meticulously recorded for Michelle's viewing displeasure. He also knows that if I were to catch him in a lie in his diary, then oh me oh my (the words "punishment stool" come to mind. Ha Ha!)
As it turned out, this ill-advised meal also set him back on his weight loss by a not insignificant amount. This would displease Michelle, both because she would like to see him reach his goals, but also because I have her on a bonus plan whereby if david keeps his weight under certain decreasing thresholds for an entire week, she gets an ever increasing cash bonus.
I emailed Michelle in advance, told her about his food binge, and she and I discussed what an appropriate reaction from her should be. It was all settled in advance, without david's knowledge.
I made it a point to be home from work when Michelle arrived. david answered the door dressed in his blue gym shorts and red gym shirt. He brought her into the living room where I was sitting and relaxing after having just gotten home from work. Michelle took a seat in the middle of the two-seater couch, and david sat in a chair just to the side of the couch.
david had a full printout of his diary prepared and on the coffee table, as agreed, and it was accurate, showing both the crappy meal and the next morning's resulting weight gain. The first thing Michelle did was to sit and examine it. She went immediately for the binge eating and started scolding him about it, asking rhetorical questions, such as "is this what you think you should eat when you're trying to lose weight?" At one point, she threw the report down to the floor in disgust, looked him in the eye, and said "what am I supposed to do about you?"
She was playing it perfectly. Just the right mix of amusement and anger.
david shrugged and looked guilty.
Michelle turned to me and asked "what do you think I should do about him?" (as pre-arranged: my evil plan unfolding!)
"Well, I think he should be punished." I said, "but you're in charge of his training so it's up to you," I added.
She got a glint in her eye and a little smirk, and said "I agree completely. What do you think his punishment should be?" By this time she had dropped the anger and was being more playful.
I looked over at david, and he looked back at me. I could tell he knew what was coming next. Looking him straight in the eye, I answered Michelle: "If he misbehaves with me, I spank him."
I knew david would be excited by this conversation, but for all the world, he just looked horribly embarrassed by it. He was blushing and his eyes were downcast as soon as the word "punished" was mentioned, and he let out an audible little grown with the word "spank". david thought he was playing along with me for her benefit! Ha Ha!
She laughed aloud and said, "An unusual training method, but I think that would be very fitting. Hear that, david? Julie is going to give you a spanking after I leave."
"Not me." I said. "I pay you to take care of his training. If you want him spanked, you go ahead and spank him. I have my hands full getting him to do the dishes!"
"Right! And you wouldn't mind?" she asked me.
"Of course not. I'd think it was fantastic," I said. "An embarrassing little spanking across your knee would help you get your point across. I also have some whips and things I use on him if you really want to give him something to think about. And you have my complete permission to take his pants down whenever you want."
"I think I better leave all that to you." she said.
"No, I'm serious. He's a kinky boy, and a little kinky play would motivate him. I want you to." I said as earnestly as I could. "Isn't that so, david?"
"Yes Ma'am" he answered me.
"I don't know," she said, playing coy. "It's not very professional, and if this were to get out..."
"You would have our utmost discretion, and we would expect the same from you." I said.
She sucked in her breath.
"I'll tell you what," I offered, "he can really benefit from this kind of discipline from you, but I understand it's beyond what's usual, so if you agree, I'll increase your bonuses by 50%."
"Wow," she shot back, "that is very generous."
"It would be doing me a favour, him a favour, and yourself a favour. What do you say?" I pressed home.
"You promise nobody will know?" she asked again.
"I think it would in all our best interests if nobody were to know." I said.
"I suppose you're right about that," she said. "And actually, I've always been tempted to do something like that to my more difficult trainees, and I'll doubt I'll ever get another chance like this one!"
Of course, all this arm twisting and her final acquiescence was pre-arranged for david's sake.
"Good," I said, and added, "And there's no time like the present for his first spanking from you."
"No there isn't", Michelle echoed, and turned to david. "Hear that? It looks like I'm going to be the one giving you your spanking for those poor food choices. Now get up and stand over here, next to me."
I was loving this whole thing, and congratulating myself silently for arranging it all. It's so much easier to get a pro domme trainer to spank him then a vanilla trainer. And she knows exactly what she's doing and exactly how to humble a boy!
david got up, still blushing, and walked over to her.
So now I was getting excited, and squirmed in delight in my big chair as Michelle took on her strict tone with my husband and he obeyed her. It excites me to see him humbled.
"You point that at your wife, not at me!" was the first thing Michelle said. david had a half-erection under his gym shorts, and that was what she was commenting on. david actually half turned to face me before he realized it was not an actual command, and turned back covering himself with his hands.
"Get your pants down!" she said.
Never one to stand in the way of a spanking from another woman, david pulled his gym shorts down, and they dropped to his ankles, revealing his underpants. He continued covering his no doubt growing erection with his hands.
"Underpants too," she ordered, "I'm not going to spank them."
david turned away from us, dropped his undies to his ankles to follow his shorts, and turned back, nude from the waist down, his hands furiously covering his genitals. He was blushing up a storm.
Here was my husband, pants down in front of his twenty-something trainer, and I was loving every moment of it!
"Get over here," she said, pointing towards her lap, "and don't touch me with that," she added, referring to his genitals. As he approached her knee and started hunching over to get across her lap (while still covering himself) she completed what he started by grabbing him by the arm and roughly pulling him down diagonally across her knee on the two-seater sofa. As she pulled his arm, she looked away so that she would not see his bouncing genitals. It looks like we can reserve a "full frontal" humiliation for another day! He definitely did touch at least her black Lululemon pants with "that". I was keeping my fingers crossed he wouldn't embarrass himself with a spontaneous spurting over her expensive black workout pants!
Then she started spanking his bare ass and upper thighs with her hand. OMG she spanks hard with her hand! Michelle is a very small lady, but her arms are very strong, and she spanked him vigorously, scolding him all he while.
david meanwhile was diagonally across her lap, with his toes touching the carpet and his head on the seat of the couch, pressed up into the crook of the arm. His gym shorts and underpants were a pool around his ankles. His ass and upper thighs were getting redder and redder by the minute. The force of the spanks actually made him jump and yelp and kick his legs a little. He would alternate between burying his head face down in the sofa cushion, and turning his head to look over at me. The look on his face I can only describe as shock and surprise, especially with regards to the force of his trainer's bare-handed blows. She obviously keeps herself in good shape and has great spanking technique!
|Because I now own me a lill sketch bitch, I commanded him to draw me a sketch of the scene based on my description. It is VERY accurate!|
"I workout a lot," she offered by way of explanation, "and I must confess that I spank my boyfriend on occasion."
"Ha! I knew it!" I said. "An experienced hand. We'll have to compare notes."
She ended with a very hard and fast flurry that had him twitching his legs and mewling uncomfortably. "Stand up!" she commanded after she decided the spanking had ended.
david stood, again clutching at his genitals in order to keep them covered up from her gaze.
"Are you going to be watching what you eat more carefully from here on in?" She asked him.
"Yes Ma'am," he answered.
"If I have to do that again, it won't be just my hand next time," she threatened, "maybe it will be one of those whips your wife mentioned."
"I understand Ma'am. I'll do better, I promise."
She let him squirm there for a few more moments, facing her and nude from the waist down, hands desperately covering his private parts, with his sore backside hanging out, as he contemplated what Michelle might be able to accomplish with a whip in her hand.
"Pull your pants up," she finally said.
david gingerly reached down with one hand as the other tried to keep himself covered.
"Not here. Over there." She said, in an exasperated tone, pointing around the corner to the hall where we would not see him struggling to pull his pants up. I loved how she made it seem as if david was a complete idiot for not understanding he was to do that intuitively. I am going to be learning a thing or two from Michelle. david hobbled off around the corner, his pants and underpants at his ankles, his red butt shining.
He arrived back a few moments later, re-dressed, looking sheepish but with a little smile he couldn't hide.
"Did he actually enjoy that?" Asked Michelle of me.
"He does enjoy the idea of it, but sometimes not so much the execution. But your continuing to spank him, and just basically treating him like your little bitch, will definitely motivate him. He's quite a kinky lad."
"I'll bear that in mind... I think I can keep things very interesting for him, with your permission?"
"Go right ahead, but his cock and asshole are mine, you understand?"
"No problem. And for my part I won't ever be undressing or having sex with him." she clarified.
"I think we understand one another perfectly," I concurred.
"Well let's get to the training," said Michelle, "and let's see if we can't keep it a bit spicy to motivate him."
This session was similar to last. but nicely kinky. They started with a series of yoga sun salutations and variations on it in the family room. She was again quite "hands on" with him. I only heard about this from david later, but at one point he said he was standing there sweating a bit from having done the forms, standing at attention and being told to breathe deeply, when Michelle reached over and tweaked one of his nipples through his shirt, saying "that nipple's a little hard, isn't it?".
I had relayed david's feedback on the "girl handling" sexual harassment he had felt on the previous session, and I guess she stepped it up a notch. Probably she had always wanted to do that to the girls in their pretty little workout clothes at their yoga classes (I know I always have!). Well this was her big chance.
david said that he felt as if he got a sense of what it would be like to be sexually harassed as a woman from that nipple tweak. Mind you, unlike the countless Women made to feel that way every day, david, of course, enjoyed his humiliating sexual harassment.
Then she was going to have him run up and down the stairs to get his heart rate up. Before she started him off, she reminded me that I had mentioned I had whips and such for david, and asked if I happened to have a a riding crop she could use? Of course! I told david to run up to our bedroom and bring down my riding crop for Michelle to use when she's here, and in fact every time she is here as a symbol of her authority over him.
Michelle took the crop and told david that he would be running up and down the stairs, and each time he passed her he should bend over and touch his toes, and she would crop his ass twice, and then off he would go again. I just had to stay and watch this entertainment, and my goodness but she sure put him through his paces! He was pretty spry for the first two stair runs, and bent over nicely each time he passed. By the third time he was looking a little ragged, and by the fourth was positively stumbling. The bending over and touching his toes was increasingly laboured, but it was actually a bit of an opportunity for him to catch his breath as he bent over like that, awaiting his two hard croppings.
They then went down to the home gym and I lost track of what they were doing. david told me afterwards that he received one more kinky thing. Just before starting a series of exercises on the weight machine, she had made drop his drawers, bend over, and she cropped him about a dozen times across his bare ass, then made him pull his pants back up again and proceed with the exercise in what she claimed would be a more "motivated" state of mind.
After Michelle had left, david and I discussed the events of the day. david started by saying how amazing and wonderful it was for me to allow him to have such a kinky training experience. He asked if I knew in advance she would be willing to do all that stuff? I lied and told him honestly I had no idea, that we just lucked out on that one. Perhaps our little miss reluctant act had him fooled, or more likely he suspects I am more behind it than I let on, but he cannot prove it, and I wouldn't think he would want to anyway.
My evil plan continues...