So Memorial Day weekend, 2022, will go down in the books as a pretty rough one for me… and my ass. Rough, but not as rough as it should have to to be honest.
I mentioned in a previous post that May 29th, 2022 was the goal date for me having to lose 50 lbs. I had allowed a lot of travel and other things to distract me from losing the weight. My weekly goal was to lose 3lbs per week, which would have easily gotten me to the 50lb goal.
For weeks, since it had become obvious that I was going to be nowhere near the 50 lb goal, I had been dreading the fast approaching May 29th. My wife, numerous times, had indicated that the spanking for missing my goal was going to be severe.
She was out of town for a week prior to this weekend, arriving back in Denver on Thursday the 26th. When we got home, jet lag took her over and she was pretty out of it and we didn’t have a chance to chat much about anything.
Friday morning, my wife walked up to me and said “you didn’t get all of your workouts in last week did you?” (working out a certain amount of time every week is also a rule she has set for me). She knew I hadn’t because we share a spreadsheet where I log my weight and my workouts.
Then came the dreaded “Get upstairs and get your clothes off!”
I quickly headed up to our bedroom. She followed scolding me for not getting much of anything done the week she was gone. When we got to the bedroom I quickly took of my clothes and laid face down, naked on the bed while she opened the implement drawer and pulled out the Bass Pro Shops paddle I bought her.
WWWHHHAAACCCKKK!!!
First thought was “OH FUCK THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE GOOD!”
WWWHHHAAACCCKKK!!!
That went on about twice as long as any of my previous spankings had lasted. She stopped paddling me and set the paddle down. I must have moved because next thing I heard was “Be still, this isn’t over!”
I was already in tears and that was very bad news that there was more to come.
My wife reached down and pulled out, what I think, was my long clothing brush/shoe horn. One or two swats with that had me screaming in agony.
She put that down and reached in to get her favorite, black silicone paddle out. I was crying pretty good now.
WWWHHHAAACCCKKK!!!
That went on for about as long as the first round.
When it was finally over, I stood up slowly and faced her. The look on her face was intensely humbling but at the same time so beautiful. The look of disappointment that this had to be done, disappointment that I had not done what I was supposed to, but also of love. I walked to her, wrapped my arms around her, put my head on her shoulder and apologized. She hugged me tight and then went back to doing what she was doing already.
Ouch. I hate to say, but you got what you deserved. Getting that far behind on your goal was going to cost and your ass is paying the price. I think you need to work out a more manageable goal however. 50lbs is a lofty objective. Does she read your posts here?