First Missed Goal Spanking

One of the things my wife and I agreed that I would be held accountable for with spankings is weight loss and management. We both agree that I should really lose about 40 lbs. We agreed to have weigh ins every Sunday morning at 10:00 and that I would be expected to lose 3 lbs each week and then once I reach my goal, maintain that weight within 3 lbs. Failure to reach these goals will result in a spanking or paddling.

Well it started off pretty well but then we went on vacation for a couple of weeks and we agreed not to take the scale on vacation with us and we would just weigh in when we got back home (but that the 3 lbs a week would still apply. We would miss 2 weigh ins, so when we got home and settled I would be expected to have lost 9lbs total.

I actually came home a few days ahead of my wife because we planned our vacation to piggy back on a “girls trip” she had scheduled with some friends of hers. She came home on the third Sunday, but in the late afternoon.

I wasn’t sure if we would weigh in or not to be honest since we missed out 10:00am time. When I picked her up from the airport and we got home, there was no mention of a weigh in, which I was pleased about because I knew I had not lost the full 9 lbs. A sense of relief came over me for sure. I knew I would most likely be in trouble still next weekend, but at least I escaped the paddle for a few more days.

WRONG!!!

Monday morning I was downstairs and she was upstairs unpacking. She called down to me to come upstairs. I figured she needed help with something or had a question for me. I told her I was fixing breakfast and she said “I need you up here now”. I still hadn’t put 2 and 2 together. As I was walking up the stairs, she told me to get the scale. My heart immediately started racing and I felt the lump in my throat and pit in my stomach.

I got the scale and removed my clothes. Stepping on the scale my heart was pounding as she looked over my shoulder. Once my weight registered, we went to my desk where my log is kept and I entered the number… 1 pound lost out of 9 that were expected.

“Come with me” was all she said.

I followed her into the bedroom where she selected the black rubber paddle. She stood there looking at me, holding the paddle and pointing to the edge of the bed. I bent over the edge of the bed, still naked. Then, as is becoming her style, without saying a word in warning “WHACK!!!!!”

The whacks continued for quite some time. Once again though, I find myself wondering if she took them far enough. She really had me squirming badly, but I have this feeling deep inside that she stopped when she saw the man she loved in significant pain and not when the point was driven home properly.