Author: Jack Crawford
Title: You Can't Win For Losing!
Summary: A husband bets his wife that he can lose weight, but then
doesn't try very hard.  She collects her winnings and helps motivate him
with a tremendous spanking that leaves her hot and bothered, too!
Keywords: dom, FM, humil, fd, spank, exhib
<!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010

   Any married guy will tell you that there is a universal truth when it
comes to dealing with a woman: You can't win for losing.  Of course, you
never have arguments, only discussions.  But, when the discussion is over,
you still feel like you just lost an argument.  Even when you "win", you
lose ...  or wish you had lost.

   Take my situation, for example.  Over the years I had made many subtle
overtures to my wife to take an interest in spanking.  Spanking has become
a passion, almost an obsession, for me.  "Spank or be spanked" is my motto,
but not only does my wife disagree with this point of view, to her it makes
me a pervert.

   Now don't misunderstand me, I have never forced my wife into submitting
to a spanking and it certainly didn't work that time I leaped across her
lap with my bottom bared telling her that I would take if she wouldn't. 
She just rolled me off her lap onto the floor telling me , "Grow up!"

   I love my wife very much and the thought of cheating on her, even if it
was just for some recreational spanking, does not sit well with me.  I
thought about it and couldn't do it.  So, I had been reduced to trying to
wear her down.  Reasoning, pouting (that should have earned a spanking in
its own right), demanding, suggesting ...  nothing worked.  I even tried to
give her a playful birthday spanking, but she wouldn't go along with that
at all.  Introducing her to magazine articles, soft and hard core spanking
videos, still nothing.  Do you see what I mean?  I couldn't win a
discussion.

   Neither could I win after this year's annual check up with the doctor. I
was still a little overweight at 220 pounds, but I'm 6' 2" tall so it' s
not like I'm fat, but my cholesterol had shot up to 260 from 215 the year
before and the doctor told me to get more exercise, clean up my diet and
loose some weight.  The final report came in a very slick package, complete
with suggestions for a healthier lifestyle and a three year summary of
results from the prior physical exams my doctor had recorded.  Of course,
it was a little more strongly worded than the report from a year earlier,
but not so bad.

   Now here's where the business of winning and losing comes in.  Jan, my
wife, had read the doctor's report since the final version was mailed to
our home.  She's the original aerobics queen, so hooked on the exercise
that she was asked to teach several of the aerobics classes at the studio
where she works out.  She has been teaching there for a year now.  I've
made half hearted attempts at jogging and bike riding, but those activities
are so boring I couldn't stick with either.  She has been really
disappointed by this, but in my own way, I was rather proud of my lack of
achievement.  After all, that's a discussion I won!  (Oh, really?)

   Well it all came to a head with this last physical.  Jan agreed to be
more accommodating on the spanking front as long as I would implement the
doctor's recommendations regarding a more healthy lifestyle.  I guess we
could have had a knock down, drag out discussion, but Jan opted for the
carrot rather than the stick ...  or was it the other way around?

   Her accommodation was simple.  She would outline some reasonable
guidelines, including some targets for weight reduction.  If I stuck to the
program and met the goals each week, then she would submit to a spanking
from me (I, of course, agreed to be "reasonable".).  If I missed a goal or
strayed from the program, then she would spank me, the severity of the
spanking being determined by the offense.  She also added that cheating or
lying would be dealt with severely.  We agreed that Saturday evening would
be the official "weigh in" time.  I should have been suspicious when she
presented me with a small pocket calendar to log in my workout activities
and all foods that I ate.  She would inspect the log prior to weigh in on
Saturdays.

   To show her good faith, she unsnapped her jeans and peeled them down to
her knees.  Then, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her white nylon
panties, she bared her bottom and draped herself over my lap.  "Only a
dozen," she said, and I was so dumbfounded that I gave her 12 quick, light
swats and the spanking was over before I could appreciate the gift I had
been given.  I barely had time to marvel at the resiliency of her bouncing
milky white globes.  As it dawned on me that I didn't even leave a hint of
a hand print on her beautiful backside, she was up and off my lap as she
led me by the hand into our bathroom, had me strip and took baseline
measurements: weight, waist size, etc.
I kept a pretty good record of my activities and what I ate that first
week.  Well, I logged in all the exercise, but occasionally it was
inconvenient to remember everything I ate.  But, I was feeling pretty good
about my progress and was eagerly anticipating my opportunity to savor

spanking my wife's bottom.

   That was what really kept me going in the morning when I put in my 30
minutes on the stationary bike ...  those last 29 minutes on the bike,
huffing and puffing, but fantasizing about the swats I would deliver to my
wife's bouncy bottom.  As I endured the various Nautilus machines I
envisioned my spanking techniques improving with each pump of iron.

   That Saturday evening did not work out quite the way I had anticipated.
It turns out that Jan kept a little diary also and although she could not
check on what I ate during the day at work, my list of home meals was
somewhat short of her list.  "You have to list everything you eat," she
scolded.  "Not just breakfast and dinner, but those late night snacks as
well!  You also forgot to list the buttered toast on Tuesday's breakfast
... uh, oh, Wednesday also!"

   "Well, this is kind of new, you know, honey." My excuse did not impress
her.  After stepping on the scales we discovered that I had not gained any
weight, but neither did I loose the two pounds she had scheduled for me.

   "Jack, you could have rode the bike for 30 minutes this afternoon and
lost 2 pounds just by sweating!" She was genuinely upset and her lecturing
would have been bad enough, but it was all the worse because we were
standing in the bathroom, her fully clothed and me bare ass naked.  As she
admonished my poor efforts she really got worked up, especially when she
quizzed me about how much weight I put on the various Nautilus machines. 
"You're just spending time going through the motions," she seethed through
clenched teeth.  "You haven't yet made an honest effort.  Okay ...  you
wanted some fun and games and you apparently need some real motivation. 
You're about to get both, buster!  Get into the bedroom!!"

   I was beginning to have second thoughts as I jumped to her command.  The
tone of her voice made one thing crystal clear to me, my wife was angry,
upset, frustrated and serious.  I knew how serious when she grasped my ear
lobe and marched me to the corner.  "You keep your nose pressed in tight
and don't move a muscle!" I held my position, worrying about all of the
funny little sounds I heard as she fussed about the bedroom and the closet.

   Jan's voice had calmed down somewhat when she next spoke, but the
intensity and seriousness remained.  I could only imagine what she looked
like, standing behind me as she scolded me.  "I could tell early on, Jack,
that you weren't taking me seriously, but I agreed to this arrangement
because it is apparently the only way to get you to try and take better
care of yourself." I started to speak, but she smacked the back of my head
with her palm and pushed my face back into the corner.

   "I'll let you know when you can say something.  Shut up until then!" I
stood meekly, and quietly with my nose pressed in the corner.  Satisfied
that I understood, she continued.  "I didn't know much about this spanking
business you have been harping about, but when it became clear to me that
you just were not going to be serious, I took all those dirty spanking
books you have and did a little studying." This is not a good sign, I
thought to myself.  When Jan gets really involved in something, she goes
all the way.  Now, I knew I was in for it.  "Turn around and come here,"
she barked at me.  I didn't hesitate, although I did feel a little weak
kneed and frightened, but I was also excited that my fantasy was about to
come true.  However, I was still worried about how it would go.  Jan was
very clearly going to give me a sound thrashing.  Could I take it?

   Would it be as exciting as I thought or simply too painful to endure?  I
was about to find out as she pulled the stool out from the vanity, sat down
and pulled me efficiently over her lap.

   One thing that Jan did not do after having done her "studying" was
change clothes.  Standing in the corner I had envisioned her changing into
a skimpy little garter belt and hose with matching panties and bra.  I'll
admit that fantasy thought aroused me, but lying over her lap my rigid
manhood was firmly clamped between my wife's strong thighs.  Thighs that
were still encased in the blue jeans she had been wearing earlier.  She
still had on one of my old T-shirts that she often wore when she did house
work.  It wasn't a sexually stimulating outfit, but that wasn't her purpose
as I quickly found out.

   Her hand softly probed the summit of my naked bottom, upthrust and
awaiting punishment.  I suddenly felt very exposed.  Perhaps it was her
touch or my position, or maybe my being naked as my wife sat casually in
everyday clothing.  Whatever it was, my exposure made me feel vulnerable,
nervous, and somewhat frightened.  SMACK!  Her palm struck my left bottom
cheek with a force that I never would have suspected she had in her.  As
the hot glow began to spread and equally forceful swat stung my right
cheek.

   Jan's bare hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her sharp spanks
alternated targets with maddening efficiency.  She spoke not a single word
and I resolved to maintain my dignity and remain quiet.  After 40 or 50
swats I had begun to squirm slightly as the heat radiated across the
surface of my butt.  She stopped and a sensation of relief washed through
me ...  until Jan finally spoke.

   "That was the warm up.  Now you will be punished for not maintaining
your daily log accurately." I felt her twist slightly and as I looked up,
over my shoulder, I saw my wife retrieve her hairbrush from the vanity. 
She lightly rubbed its large oval back over my buttocks.  The smoothly
varnished wood felt cool against my tingling bottom.  Fear and nervousness
returned, but she announced, "Since this is the first time, you'll only get
20 spanks with the hairbrush.  And,' she paused for effect, "unless you
want more, I suggest you keep your place."

   Now she tucked her left arm around my waist and propped my bottom up a
little higher.  SWAT!!  That first searing blow caused me to gasp audibly,
but as I arched my back in response to the pain the next stinging swat was
already biting into my backside.  She reeled off ten quick, hard swats and
I was gasping and wriggling with each spank."Sit still!" she ordered.

   "I can't, honey," I pleaded, "You're killing me.  That hairbrush hurts
like hell!"

   "Well, Mr.  'Let's Play Spanking Games', you asked for it and I am
convinced you NEED IT!" SMACK!!  SPANK!!!  SWAT!  SPLAT!!

   Dignity swiftly disappeared and I began to plead and kick my legs, and
as Jan mercilessly assaulted my bottom with the wicked hairbrush I even
tried to get up and escape the blows.  I was held firmly in place, however,
and could not escape the wicked onslaught.

   SMACK!!  "Twenty!" she announced and the paddling stopped.  I lay in a
miserable heap over her lap, too hurt and too exhausted to get up.  Jan's
hand explored my tortured bottom.  "Oooh.  I'll bet that hurts!  It's so
hot!" se teased.

   "Yeah, it hurts."

   "Don't get cute with me, Jack," she warned.  "We're not done yet and, if
you remember, I also warned you not to struggle with your little spanking.
That little dose of hairbrush was for being too lax with your notes.  We
still have the matter of the 2 pounds you didn't lose to deal with."

   "C'mon, Jan, I won't be able to sit for days as it is." Besides, I was
really pushed to the edge with the last couple of swats from that
hairbrush.

   She drew lazy circles with her fingernail over my now very sensitive
backside.  Teasing me now, she cooed, "Can't take it big man?"

   "Alright!" I growled, "I asked for it and I know I agreed, so let's get
this over with!"

   "That's the spirit, Jack," she cheered.  "Hopefully, this little session
will inspire that same kind of attitude next week when you work out.!" She
surprised me by rolling me off her lap, dumping me unceremoniously on the
floor.  As I recovered, Jan stood and strode purposefully to our large,
walk in closet.  I have always admired the way she fills out a pair of
jeans and the way her bottom swayed in the tight denim had me drooling at
the thought of getting even next week.  What I would like to do to those
saucy buns!

   But, I still had to get through tonight.  What did she have in mind as
punishment for the two pounds I failed to lose?  Concern, once again,
etched my face as she returned with four of my oldest neck ties in hand. 
She smiled wickedly as she quickly tied each neck tie to a different corner
of our four-poster bed.  Next, she pulled the pillows from under the covers
and stacked them on top of each other near the center of the bed.  Patting
the top pillow, she turned to me and announced, "Bottoms up time, Honey. 
Climb up here so we can finish."

   It did not take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going to
happen next.  Sulking, I got onto the bed and lay across the pillow pile,
sunny side up.  Again, the exposure and sudden flush of humiliation struck
me as hard as one of the earlier hairbrush spanks as the cool air
conditioning teased my sensitive bottom.  My wife, my tormentor, was in an
unusually good mood, humming softly to herself as she focused intently on
the task of securing my hands and feet to the far corners of our bed.

   She was positively beaming when she finished and stepped back admiring
her handiwork.  "You look so cute, honey," she teased, "I want to take a
picture of you just like this!"

   "Don't you dare!!" I shot back.

   "I don't think you are in any position to argue, sweetie!" She smiled at
that and grinned broadly as I vainly tried to struggle free.  It was
impossible.  She then added, "Don't worry, you big baby, I won't take your
picture."

   Back to the closet she went, returning with one of my older leather
belts.  "I told you this old thing should have been given to Goodwill, now
I'm kind of glad you disobeyed me.  After I'm through using this, I'll bet
you'll remember to do as you are told in the future." Sneaking a sideways
peek at my wife, I was her double up the leather and prepare to strap me.
Then the angry leather kissed my bottom cheeks with a fire that had
originally been kindled by the hairbrush.

   Jerking mightily from the pain, I tried to ease the stinging and escape
the inevitable.  Of course, I could not move and a second vicious stroke
bit into my ass.  My body twitched involuntarily and I choked back a plea
for leniency, but I could not control the pain and the emotion that coursed
through my entire being.  There seemed no doubt that I might never sit
normally again.  My eyes were moist.

   As Jan placed her hand beneath my chin and twisted my face so she could
look into my eyes, a single tear slid slowly down my cheek.  "Only a couple
more, Jack," promised Jan, whose face wore a confusing mask.  In one sense,
she appeared to be highly satisfied that she had really gotten through to
me, but she also appeared to be worried and concerned about my condition.
It was a look of both powerful control and a maternal concern.

   "Are you going to try harder in the future?" I nodded vigorously, unable
to speak and shaking free another tear drop.

   "Can you take the last two spanks without complaining and keep quiet?"
Again, I nodded vigorously, feeling both elated at the prospect of the end
of the spanking as well as fearful of two more nasty swipes of the leather.
"OK, I hope you can," she said, raising the doubled over belt high over her
head.  WHACK!!  The long belt really burned.  I gritted my teeth, biting
back the urge to scream or moan, although my body twisted fiercely in
reaction to the sudden searing anguish.  My entire musculature was still
tightly wound as the length of belt bit into my bottom again.  I came close
to loosing all control, but managed to remain quiet.

   Jan let me suffer in silence, but I could hear her scurry into the
closet to put up her "toys".  She came back and untied me from the bed.  I
was ordered to stand in the corner and received a severe tongue lashing
about my laziness and lack of commitment.  She finally concluded with the
warning, "It'll be twice as bad next time, Jack, if you show the same lack
of effort so don't say you weren't warned!"

   She let me stand silently by myself in the corner for a few minutes and
although my bottom ached miserably I had regained my composure.  My eyes
had dried and the sniffling stopped.  Jan lightly patted my sore backside
and I nearly jumped out of my skin until I realized she did not intend to
inflict more pain.  Now she cuddled up close, cupping my bottom cheeks as
she whispered huskily in my ear.  "You're so cute standing there like a
naughty little boy!  You'll never imagine how hot that session made me."

   Grabbing my shoulders she deftly spun me around and enveloped me in the
hottest passion promised embrace I could ever remember.  More surprising
was the fact that my wife was naked.  "What do you need?  An invitation?"
she purred throatily.  "Take me now!"
   Maybe you can win when you lose!  
