Husband Severely Switched by Trainer

My husband got himself severely switched by his trainer the other day. This is what led up to it.

We had just spent a week of pseudo-vacation at the summer cabin. There were lots of other people around and so we could not play much. But I did take him into the woods on the last day, just he and I, for a little "walk".

When we were some ways off the dirt road into the forest I made him strip bare naked. I'm totally dressed with my hiking shoes, jeans, T-shirt, and he is totally bare as a little bunny. He was very nervous to be doing this for fear of discovery. I stood there just watching him as he squirmed, saying nothing. My arms were crossed, my foot was up on a fallen tree, and my bare naked hubby had to just stand there.

I told him I thought he was looking a little fat. He had not been weighing himself as we did not have a scale at the cabin. And he had been definitely over eating and over drinking during vacation time. And he was missing his exercising. So he had obviously put on some extra fat. I told him that when we returned to the city, and he had his first exercise session with her, I would have Mags punish him for his weight gain.

I handed him a knife I had brought with me and told him to cut me five switches. I would have Mags wear out one switch on his ass for every pound he had put on while on vacation. I judged five would be enough.

He protested a little. A token protest. He said Mags would tear up his ass if given a chance like this! I agreed with him, and told him to go cut the switches, and to make them good ones or I'd switch him naked all the way back to the road.

He went rummaging through the smaller trees and saplings. He cut several off and stripped them of their twigs and leaves, any little knobs, and some of the bark. He came back (still all bare naked) and handed them to me for inspection. I swished each in the air a few times and told him they would do. Except for one which broke when I swished it. He had to go back and get me two more. One potentially for Mags, and the other for me to use. They were both adequate.

I made him pick up his clothes and shoes, and five of the switches and carry them in front of his chest. I told him to start walking, slowly, back towards the road. He had to pick his way carefully through the woods without his shoes on. As he walked I switched his legs and bum. I switched him mainly on the backs of his legs, but gave him a few to the fronts of his legs and to his cock and balls. I did not switch him very hard however, as I did not want to have to explain any marks.

When we were in sight of the road he paused. I switched his ass several times as he was stopped there and told him to keep going as we had not reached the dirt road yet. He looked at me pleadingly, but then set off on the final bit towards the road, checking furtively that nobody was around. Luckily there were no cars or random passersby. I threw the switch I had used (but definitely not used up) back into the woods and allowed him to dress by the side of the road (after he had stood both feet on the road and received his final switching to his ass - I had told him I would switch him bare right back to the road and I had meant it!).

---

When we got got back to the city, he weighed himself next morning. THREE pounds he had gained!!! Three pounds, three switches. I chose the three nicest switches and put them in a flower vase filled with water in the gym to keep them fresh and swishy.

I was not there during his session as I was catching up on work at the office. But I had emailed Mags my instructions. I told her he needed to be punished by her for his weight gain. She was to do his exercise session as usual, but for his between set spankings she was to use the switches. Her goal was to use up all three switches. Use them until they each broke. If they broke earlier than the end, she should use the belt. If they were not all broken by the end, she should keep switching him until all three were well used up.

david told me after that the session was excruciating. In her cruel hands the switches burned like fire across his ass. He reported that the lightest switch hurt the most, and despite how thin, whippy, and light it was, it seemed to cause a bruising pain deep into his ass along with the fiery surface pain.

She timed it well, and used the switches fiercely. By the end she was on her last switch. When normally the session would be over, she had him remove his pants and panties entirely, lie across the exercise ball, and switched him as fast and viciously as she could, telling him that she was continuing until that last switch was used up also.

She left the three used up switches down there for my inspection. I arranged them on the floor and took a photo for the blog.

The worst one was the one in the middle. Very fresh, very light, very whippy. She kept going until she had broken it in three places (it got shorter and shorter). Seeing the state of his ass, she used the others only until their first break.

She was so impressed with her work that she made david give her his phone and she took several pictures of his ass. I picked the best and emailed it to myself before deleting them from his phone.

My husband's butt after his punishment from Mags: a good old-fashioned three switch switching.

What do you think? Will he think twice before overindulging on our next vacation?
(And, by the way, don't you gals just want to strap-it-on and fuck that whipped ass until well-past the point he's begging you to stop through his ball gag? Or is that just me?)