He was very close, 3 lbs, to suffering the ultimate indignity of enduring a bra and panty spanking across another man's knee. You think he would have tried harder to avoid this?
I would have loved to have sat with Tracy and seen him upended across John's knee, have his panties lowered, and then spanked to tears. Hand only. No safewords. I would have followed it up with a very public ass fucking for him, right in front of John and Tracy.
Oh well. Not to be this month. Here's hoping for his sake that he hits his stride.
As it was, he was on the receiving end of four pretty harsh spankings, with another coming soon.
The ritual has been once a week, and starts with a nude weigh-in.
I have him stand there like that while I look at his food app. The problem is obvious. He's having a hard time limiting himself to his set number of calories. He's always just a little bit over. As a result, his progress has been negligable.
And I really don't get it. He has every motivation in the world to do better. He would get fun sex, get to spank me, get a good boy spanking from me with orgasm. But no. Week after week after week it's a harsh spanking from me, a full hour of corner time, another spanking, an hour's worth of lines, and then another spanking. I've standardized on a paddling for the first, a strapping for the second, and a caning or switching for the third.
I've been giving it to him harder and harder each week. And he appears to be scared of his weigh-ins. The full hour of boring corner time he hates. He hates writing lines for me as well.
Next time the paddling will be longer and harder; the corner-time will be butt-plugged; the strapping will be stricter with more strokes; the line writing will be bare-assed on a hard wooden chair sitting on his dildo; and the final punishment will be with my Delrin cane and he will NOT be sitting the next day. I fucking DARE him to not lose a pound a week after that. I DARE him!
After that, I suppose I will start inviting guests to see his weigh-ins.
I WILL motivate him!