Go Get Your Pants Off For Me

Once again I fell short of my weight loss goal.

I woke up Thursday morning (weigh-ins are Thursdays now) and as always, the first and only thing on my mind was my weight and if I’m getting spanked today or not. I actually weigh myself every day, so I knew it would have taken a miracle for me to have caught up overnight with what I was supposed to have lost.

I get out of bed, walk naked to the scale in the other room with that familiar pit in my stomach. DAMN! A pound and a half up from last week. The pit gets bigger.

Thursday mornings my wife plays pickle ball for several hours and is not home. She wont be home for about 3-4 more hours so I have a long time to wait and know what is in store for me when she gets home. The waiting never gets any easier. The pit in my stomach just grows and grows.

I got back in bed and laid there dreading seeing her text “On my way”.

Hours went by. The pit grew. I kept telling myself “maybe she will forget”. We had a busy day ahead, so maybe she would be too preoccupied with that to even remember to ask about it.

“On my way, see you in a few”

The pit instantly doubled in size now. I could feel myself getting clammy. Feeling like I had a fever even.

I ran downstairs and nervously straightened up the kitchen, thinking that would help her mood. The door opens, she steps in. She hadn’t even closed the door behind her and asks “Did you weigh yourself?”. I looked at her and didn’t even have a chance to answer. She could tell by the look on my face and my body language that it wasn’t good for me.

“Go get your pants off for me.”

Without a word I turned around and quickly headed upstairs to our bedroom and took my clothes off. She was about 20 agonizing seconds behind me. In a very unhappy tone of voice I heard “How bad was it?”

“I gained a pound and a half.”

Quiet…

WHAPPPP!!!!!!!

The spanking started, and eventually ended, without any further discussion. 20 smacks with the lexan paddle later it was over. My ass was on fire. Why the hell did I give her that damn paddle?

She put the paddle away and stood beside the bed with her arms outstretched. I stood up, gave her a hug and held on tightly with my head on her shoulder for a while.