A Real Workout Whacking!

As I mentioned previously, david's trainer has left us to go on to greener pastures. I have a new trainer lined up, but she is not available until mid-March. david has not seen her yet. She is also a bikini model of all things. I guess he will like that! She seems open minded and fun, but very strict and knowledgeable, and I think I will move to her as well (I have been getting various trainers to try them out, and she is my fave so far).

In the meantime, I'm not going to let david completely slack off, so I am encouraging him to exercise on his own, which he has been doing, but not as much as he should.

Last weekend I decided that on Sunday morning he and I would hit our gym in the basement. I was inspired by a piece of artwork from Banjo's BBS and decided to recreate this scene in our basement gym. You will see it at the end of this post. It's so hard finding images that match what I do to david, and I want images for you guys to see, so this time I thought I would match what I do to david to an image I have already found! Very smart, no?

I woke him up in the morning and told him to get into his gym clothes as we were working out. He groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but I kicked his lazy little behind out of bed and told him I was going to be his trainer today and he better mind me, or else! I think the fact that I had the riding crop in my hand helped settle matters.

He got up and started to get into his red gym shirt, undies and blue shorts. I stopped him and told him "wrong outfit." I told him the shirt was fine, but it was to be panties and bare legs for you, mister, and I wanted to see those panties soaked by the time we were done working out. I picked out a pair of his pink panties for him and watched him dress himself as I got into my most sexy Lululemon crop and sports bra - my ass is so cute in those pants even I like looking at it in the mirror!

Not me, unfortunately, but you get the idea!

Then I told him military-style to "get your pantied ass into gear!" He went downstairs as I cropped his bare legs all the way down the stairs. At one point he stopped, looked really pained, and looked back at me with his chin up. It was an "Ow, that was too hard" look. I've seen it before. "Move" I said in my most threatening tone. He lowered his chin and kept moving. Victory for moi. When we were in the gym, I told him he would be paying for that little act of defiance for the next hour.

I made him put on his white socks and runners, and his heart rate monitor chest strap. I held onto the watch so I could see if he was working. So silly in red shirt, pink panties, white socks and runners, with bare legs between. He had a nice welt on his leg from where I had cropped him hard before.

The first thing I did was to make him run stairs. I stayed at the bottom and got him to run up and down six flights of stairs four times.

Each time he reached the bottom, I made him bend over, lower his own panties, grab his own ankles, and gave him 10 hard and fast ones right across both bare cheeks that really made him suffer and cry out like a baby. He knew that each time he got back down from his painful run, he'd have 10 more painful stripes across his bare ass. That must have been fun for him, although you couldn't tell by looking at him. By the time he got done with his fourth, his heart rate was up past 170, he was gasping for breath (no worries, his HRmax is more like 185), and his ass was sooo marked up! What was hilarious was that his heart rate maintained and even went up a bit during his cropping.

Then I put him through 3 sets of 15 burpees with a push-up, 15 squats with the 25lb weights held above his shoulders, and a 1 minute plank. Boy was he complaining. What a wimp. During his plank I lowered his little pink panties so that he was doing a bare-butt plank. If he raised his ass at all, it got cropped hard. Left some more stripes from that!

That superset took way longer than it should have because he kept procrastinating. I don't get it. You're there to exercise, it's 'gona hurt, so just exercise. Don't complain!

Next I got out the stability ball, and had him do 3 sets of 15 chest flies with the 20lb weights, 30 crunches on the ball, and 20 back extensions. As he was doing his flies, he has to keep his butt up. The crop encouraged him nicely.

Again, way longer than it should have, but I was insisting on good form.

As a topper, I had him run in place, knees up high, until his HR was back up at 170. If those knees didn’t get high enough, well, you guessed it, he got the crop whipped hard across the seat of his panties!

By this time he was looking pretty rung out and well whipped. Good thing was that he had indeed soaked his pink panties with his sweat. I had kept his HR above 140 the whole time - when it got down to 145 I told him to get his ass in gear on the next set and whipped him hard with the crop wherever I could reach on him on each HR drop. He jumped at those whippings and got moving. As a result, his legs and ass were covered with little crop marks and welts. His welts were pretty vivid on those parts of his legs I don’t usually whip. I enjoyed marking him like that.

I helped him stretch himself out. Mainly on his tummy, I slid my thigh underneath his leg, and bent his leg back towards his butt. I like that stretch for myself a lot, and it really takes two to make it work properly. And I could admire the marks!

At this point we were an hour in (yes, he's slow, so slow! I would have easily done 3 supersets with higher reps and gotten 10 mins. of cardio in to boot in the time he did 2 supersets). Oh well, he's just a guy, what can I expect? No reason not to punish him for it, though. I sat down on the weight bench and pulled him across my lap. I took his soaked panties down to his knees, clamped my leg over both of his, grabbed his wrist behind his back, and hand-spanked his slow and lazy ass as hard as I bloody well could!

I rode him hard, and put him away wet. Just like a good training session should be.

So what do you guys think? Should I start a "Julie's Personal Training" business? Make it a franchise maybe? Any takers? Ha Ha!