Fantasy Friday Revisited - Liz and Jake

Today is my very last work day for this school year and then eleven weeks of freedom! On top of that wonderful news Nick has been in a spanking mood so things are looking up all around.

In light of one of the things Nick is spanking for, I may be crazy for re-posting this. I was looking for a good repeat and this one just popped up. I wrote this one to fantasize about a way to overcome my biggest problem. I suppose it should stay a fantasy, but you never know. Anyway, Nick doesn't always read the Fantasy Fridays so I think I'm safe, and if not well...

Liz and Jake

Liz came in from work feeling grateful it was Friday! A relaxing weekend was just what she needed. Kicking off her shoes she called to a greeting to Jake and collapsed into her recliner. She reached for her laptop but Jake called from the bedroom “Can you come back here for a minute?”

Laying the laptop back down Liz headed to the bedroom. Jake was sitting on the bed and had the hair brush out. Liz gave a silent, mental groan. A little play time would be nice but she was tired at the moment. Then again with a teenage still at home they did need to grab opportunities when they could.

But it seemed that Jake had something else on his mind at the moment. “Didn’t do so well on your weigh in this morning did you? You’re up a pound.”

Liz wasn’t worried. Jake wasn’t into discipline but he knew she liked a little. Gaining now meant a few swats once a week. Hardly a deterrent, but Liz thought it was nice of him to go through the motions for her. “Yeah,” she agreed. “Not my best week. I just wasn’t into it somehow. Sorry.”

“Well let’s get this taken care of right now.” Jake told her. “Slip your pants off. I want to be able to see what I’m doing.”

Liz undid her jeans and let them fall. Jake turned her, bending her over and having her put her hands on the bed. He took a minute to admire the view and rubbed his hand over her ass gently. Then putting an arm around her waist he pulled her tightly to him, he then took the hair brush and landed 10 of the hardest spanks he had ever given her.

“What the hell are you doing? That HURT!!” Liz yelled in shock. She jerked away as Jake released her. “Why did you do that?” She demanded. Rubbing her ass to try to lessen the pain Liz could only stare in shock at her usually gentle husband. What was going on?

Jake didn’t seem disturbed at all. “Did that get your attention?”

What it had done was pissed her off. “No! That just hurt.”

“Well, I wanted your attention. I can try again if I need to.”

“Forget it!” Liz told him taking a step back. “No kidding, why did you hit so hard? That wasn’t playing.”

“No,” Jake agreed, “I wasn’t playing. Sit down and let me tell you what I’ve been thinking.” Gingerly Liz sat on the bed.

“Four years ago you asked me to help you lose weight. We worked pretty well together and you lost over 40 pounds. You were the one that did all the work. I was just the cheerleader and the enforcer if you tried to slack off. But all the weight has come back. You stopped trying and obviously I didn’t hold up my end of the bargain either. We let each other down.”

Liz didn’t really want to hear this. She knew exactly how much she had gained lately, even though she tried to ignore it. She also wasn’t in the mood to be scolded. She was still mad at how hard he had spanked. Jake didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t seem to be in a receptive mood. He continued.

“You keep telling your blog friends I don’t do ‘discipline’, that it’s not ‘my thing’ and maybe you’re right. But keeping my wife healthy is something I care about. Your knees are hurting you again, you’re at risk for diabetes, high cholesterol and you already have high blood pressure. You’ve stopped going to the gym, stopped exercising at all. You’ve started drinking regular soft drinks again and you are not drinking your water. I know you keep candy and other snacks at work. When you were losing regularly you were much happier and I miss that. Things need to change and they’re going to.”

Liz was struggling against anger and helplessness. She knew it sounded like whining but she couldn’t help it. “I hate the gym! I HATE it! I just can’t make myself go or if I do I don’t really exercise.”

Jake cut in, “You don’t have to go to the gym every day, but going some would probably help. They’re other things you can do. You can walk, you can come home and play the wii, you can help me rake or even just move around the house and do a little cleaning, laundry – something to get you out of that chair.”

Liz had nothing to say. She knew he was right but she was just disgusted with herself for gaining it all back and just didn’t think she could go through all that again. The whole idea was just overwhelming and depressing. All she could think about was escaping the bedroom and grabbing the computer to complain to her friends.

But Jake was finished yet. “So here’s the deal. You’re going to lose the weight. Not losing it is the same as smoking, excessive drinking, driving without a seat belt or refusing to take your BP medicine – you are putting your life in danger and that stops now.”

“You say I’m no disciplinarian and I’m not, so I’m not going to hound you about going to the gym or exercising at all. I’m not going to tell you what you should be eating and drinking either. I’m not your daddy and I don’t own you. You are a bright, intelligent woman and you are going to be making all those decisions for yourself. But I’m going to set a few goals and I’m going to be the enforcer.

“We’re starting a new program this week and this is what’s going to happen. You have to lose a pound or more this week – not every week, but this week. You use whatever combination of exercise and food intake you think will work for you. As for my part you’re getting a spanking every day this week just like the one you got today. I know you like spanking – but you won’t like these. Ten licks with whatever I decide to use and they will be hard licks. I’ll decide if you can keep any clothes on and I decide when and where. If I tell you to come to the bed room or to the basement you go.”

Liz stared at Jake totally taken aback. “You won’t do it,” she blurted out. “You’d never even remember for a week.” She told him, half challenging, half accusing.

“It’s gonna happen this week Liz, like it or not.”

“But, but…” Liz began suddenly feeling a bit of panic that he might be telling the truth. “We don’t have privacy every day. Sarah will be here. She’ll overhear.”

Jake laughed. “She naps better now than when she was a baby and half the time if she’s awake she has her earphones in. We may have to be a little creative but that will be my job. You lose the weight and I’ll find the time and place to scorch your butt each day this week. We may be in the basement or we may be in the back bathroom. You may even find yourself having to get up before I go to work. Remember the cane or a bungee cord used like a Loopy Johnny doesn’t make much noise.”

They may not, she thought, but they also hurt like a son-of-a-bitch! Would she be able to keep from making noise?

“Well honey, that’s the deal. I would say take it or leave it but actually you don’t have that choice. That’s the way it’s going to be this week. And if you don’t lose that pound then next week you’ll also be spanked every day – only it will go to 15 licks a day. You’re the one who originally asked for this and I’m not going to let you down.

Liz didn’t believe him, not really. Sure he probably meant it at the time but consistency was not Jake’s strong suit when it came to anything remotely connected to domestic discipline. She wasn’t going to let herself believe that he meant all he said, but she could feel a tiny bubble of hope – would it work, could she stick with it, would Jake really stick with it, could she lose the weight again? She didn’t know the answers to any of these questions, but for the first time in a long time there was a ripple of excitement, and a little hope.

~o~

It had been quite a week and one Liz had no desire to repeat. To give Jake credit, he hadn’t backed down a bit. Saturday when Sarah ran to the store Jake pulled out the heavy leather paddle. Completely ignoring her pleas for ‘not quite so hard’ he delivered the 10 swats with gusto.

Sunday she was called to the basement as their daughter napped. Liz’s bottom sported a few bruises from the two day before, but Jake used his belt on his squirming wife keeping his word with 10 hard swats to her sit spot.

By Monday Liz was feeling the accumulative effect of the last three days. There were definitely some sore spots. When Jake wasn’t actually doing the spanking Liz wasn’t too much against the new program. She certainly had a revived interest in weight loss. At break time Liz automatically reached toward her snack drawer but the shifting in her seat caused a quick, somewhat painful reminder of all that had been going on the last 4 days. The drawer stayed closed.

Tuesday brought out the cane – Liz hated that! It stung like hell on her sore bottom – adding striped to the spattering of bruises on her rear. Jake had let her keep her pants on that day, but it would have taken body armor to have kept her from feeling that wicked implement.

Wednesday morning was the worse. Jake woke her at 5:15 AM. “You need to come to the kitchen.”

“The kitchen!? It’s the middle of the night! I’m not going anywhere!”

“Okay,” Jake was agreeable enough “I can use the cane again. That’s quiet enough.”

“Why now? Sarah will be babysitting this evening. Noise won’t matter.”

“This evening’s going to be for fun. I want to get this over with.” Yanking back the covers he said, “Hurry I need to get to work on time.”

Liz gave in and followed him to the kitchen at the other end of the house. What a way to wake up! Cold, nude, and spanked hard with a wooden spatula all before 5:30 AM! Would this week never be over?

But Jake had been right, that evening had been fun! There hadn’t been any spanking. But there had been some great butt rubbing to get them started. The love making had been more intense than it had been lately. The occasional squeeze on her sore ass only added to the excitement.

Cuddling afterwards Jake said “This week is almost over. You think you’re going to be happy with the scales?”

“I think so,” she answered. “I haven’t had one snack at work, I’ve been drinking my water and I’ve either walked or played the wii every day since Sunday. So how about giving me the day off tomorrow since I’m doing everything I’m supposed to.”

Jake turned to her and smiled. “Nope. Tomorrow I’m using the bath brush. I want to make sure you don’t want a week like this again.”

The bath brush! Shit! That didn’t seem fair as hard as she’d been working. But laying there with Jake’s arm around her she realized she was glad he was going to finish out the week like he had told her he was going to do. Still, she was not looking forward to the bath brush.

Thursday morning found Liz back in the kitchen at the crack of dawn dancing on her toes as the bath brush seemed to sear her ass as nothing else had. She didn’t cry but there were tears in her eyes when it was over. And it was over!! “I sure hope you lost that pound. I’d hate to have to do this all over next week – at 15 licks a day. Good luck honey.” And with a kiss he was off to work.

Friday morning finally rolled around. The pain from the bath brush was still evident as she sat up on the bed and headed to the scale. Jake had the day off and trailed after her to see the results of their last week. Taking a deep breath Liz stepped on. Down 1.8 pounds! She’d done it, almost doubling her goal for the week.

Jake was proud she could tell. “I knew you could do it! That’s great.” Liz was surprised at the relief she felt. She had been sure she’d lost the pound. But now she felt like she could finally take a deep breath.

Jake seem in a thoughtful mood. “Well it’s time to figure out the next goal. I think this week long spanking was a great motivator, definitely something to keep in mind for the future. Hmmmm…” he mused looking over the messy bedroom. “I wonder what else it would work for.”

~o0o~

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