I was a good little wife and sent the numbers to my husband about my challenge with my sister. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite make my goal. I’m working at it and I’m not discourages. I realize taking off weight takes way longer than putting it on. I wrote Nick telling him our numbers and how I’m feeling this week.
Later that evening Nick came to the living room with Bondie’s paddle. He told me I hadn’t done badly at all and he appreciated the effort I was putting in, but thatsince I hadn’t made the goal I’d agreed to he was going to follow through. Bless him. It wasn’t a bad spanking, but I was stinging for sure when he finished. He pointed out that I’d been very close and added, “Work just a little harder next week or it will be a little harder next week.” I had to laugh as I rubbed my butt. The man does have a way with words.