The COVID 25!

One of the big reasons my husband and I decided to nix my DD Contract was because most of my duties and obligations were things I wanted to do anyway, and am sufficiently self-disciplined to get done regardless. They include eating well, exercising, keeping my weight down, and keeping my body toned. I know men are visual creatures, and I want to look good for my man, and be healthy and full of energy for him.

My husband, on the other hand, is not nearly as self-disciplined (or knowledgeable) as I on these subjects. So it seemed perverse that he had any disciplinarian role whatsoever in these matters. You will be happy to know I've rectified that situation.

I really got fed up with him on Wednesday. He used Uber eats to order... snacks! Hot chilly Doritos or something like that. Yeesh! Too much. Expensive and unhealthy.

I could see he was packing on the pounds well before this. He started snoring, which is always a tell. I pressed him gently on when we should start a low carb diet together? He begged off due to the "stress" of Covid. I started without him. I've been hitting our home gym 6 days out of 7. Each time I asked cheerily if he would like to join? It's been maybe once a week for him.

After the Doritos, that was it for me. I asked him straight out how much he weighs. He said he had not really weighed himself religiously, but last time it was still under 220 (he should be 190, OMG, at a maximum 200!). I wanted to march him straight up to the scale to verify, but he always weighs in in the morning, so I restrained myself. But I TOLD him he would be weighing himself every morning, and that I would be supervising, strap in hand.

Thursday morning I was up a bit before him and did all my bathroom business and dressed. He was still lying groggy in bed. I went to the bedside drawer and pulled out the strap. Then I pulled the covers off him (he was naked) and told him his diet starts today, and we were starting with a weigh-in. I marched him naked into the bathroom. I made him sit to pee as I watched him closely. I made him use toilet paper to wipe the tip of his penis. I then had him stand on the scale. 225 pounds! 29% body fat!!!

"I guess I let it get away from me..." he said sheepishly, looking at the result.

"Go to the bed, three pillows under your hips, ass up. You're getting a strapping."

"yes ma'am," he said resigned and dejected, knowing he had earned it.

I followed him back to the bed and watched as he carried out my instructions.

Sort of like this, but he was naked and I had the tawse, not the belt.

He did not deserve a warm-up. He did not get a warmup. The above and below gifs are illustrative of where we were and how he was strapped. These are excerpts from a much more extended punishment we videod - see Strict Julie Spanks! (ON VIDEO!!!).

That was basically him, getting his strapping, although he was naked and I was much more relentless than the gifs capture. In fact, I gave him an even 50. I took my time. Each one full force, swinging into it with my hips, shoulder, arm, and wrist. Low ass and high thighs.

"Are we on our diet now?" I asked him reasonably.

"YES MA'AM!" he swore, his ass wrecked.

"I want you on keto, recording your food choices in your app for MY review, exercising with me at least three times a week, and weighing yourself in front of me every morning. You're getting strapped every day until you're beneath 220 lbs for lying to me about that. Is all of that fair enough, david?"

"yes ma'am..." he said miserably. He did not seem enthusiastic. Too bad. So sad.

Listen, I love him and find him super sexy regardless of his weight. It's more the lack of self-discipline and self-respect that is a turn off than any visuals because I know he is capable of losing that weight. And most importantly are the health risks! He is my partner for life, and he BETTER stay healthy. Plus he has much more energy for me when he's at a healthy weight. If you want to know more about proper dieting, and how to motivate a spanko, please read my blog entry Fat Loss and Spanking.

So all that was Thursday. You won't believe what happened Friday! We started the day with another weigh-in (223) and another strapping, just the same. This one seemed to effect him more than the first. He was still tender from his Thursday morning strapping, I guess. I really didn't give a shit. He was getting the same again Saturday morning if he did not get under 200.

Lest you think me harsh. The first 5 pounds comes off very quickly as he goes onto keto and loses the initial water weight. It's a sign he's got his keto diet locked in more than anything. After those initial few pounds, I'll hold him to more like 1.5 pounds per week (or the strap).

I go downstairs Friday mid-morning and I catch him red-handed eating a BLT on a bagel! WTF!?! I confronted him and he said it was just the last bagel, and he didn't want to just throw it out... THE FUCK YES THROW IT OUT!

What was I going to do with him?

"Upstairs!" I told him, making him throw out the uneaten part of his sandwich.

"Oh no, please!" He begged, thinking he was in for another strapping hot on the heels of his last. No no. I had other ideas.

"Pants and underwear off," I told him. He still thought he was getting the strap. He was soft at the thought of it.

Instead, I pulled out his cock cage,

and I fastened it around his genitals.

david's actual cock, locked

The cock cage is genuinely too small for him. It's constant punishment for him to be in it. I then fished out a pair of his pink panties and put him into them.

"You're in that cage and those panties, no pants, until you weigh in less than 200, cage on."

"I have meetings!" he complained. They were all Zoom meetings from his desk upstairs.

"Well you better not stand up then," I told him. Hmmmm... this pandemic lockdown and constant togetherness has some advantages!

We got to the end of the day and he begged off any lunch, dinner, or snacks at all. That's fine for a day or two. A good fast is a healthy way to start a diet.

In the evening he came to me begging to be let out of his cage. He said it really, really was hurting him. He said he had not eaten at all after the bagel, and would not eat anything before bed.

I took pity on him and unlocked him, but told him if he was not beneath 220 tomorrow morning it was another strapping and the cage was going back on until bedtime. I also supervised watching him drink a cup of water, as I wanted to make sure he was not getting too dehydrated. The panties and the "no pants" rule was not relaxed, however. We sat on the couch together watching TV. I took on the "man" role and made him snuggle into the nook of my arm, and I played with his panty-covered cock and his nipples as I reached under his shirt.  During commercials I had him across my knee and gently spanked and fondled him, telling him lovingly what a bad boy he was but that I knew he could do it. I told him if he was under 220 tomorrow, and stuck to his diet and exercised, he could be the man for the weekend, give me a spanking, and have his way with me afterwards.

This morning (Saturday), he weighed in at 219 Yay!!! See what a little motivation will do? I am now looking forward to bedtime!