by lubed1's Wife

It's fair to say that after three months, our little experiment with the trial Discipline Agreement has been a success. He may have trouble sitting from time to time - but it's been worth it, for both of us! In fact tonight we'll be discussing the possibility of making it a permanent situation!

I've been dying to tell someone about what we've been up to - and how it's worked for us. We're both a little surprised - and happy with the results. He has gone through some amazing changes - in physical appearance and overall health - as well as how he treats me in general. And all in 3 months!! Now he's only got about 5 pounds to lose - and that's a welcome change!

Our sexual relationship is much stronger now, too. I often find myself thinking sex-related thoughts throughout the day with far more frequency than ever before. Now I enjoy these daydreams several times during the day where before sexual thoughts rarely occurred to me. Most of these thoughts revolve around my new "playtoy" and what I've been doing to him - and what I'm going to have him do for me, next. It feels like we've experienced more positive growth and transformation in these 3 short months, than in the entire 30+ years we've been together!

Now before you dismiss the idea of disciplining your husband because you "love him too much", let me assure you that I had many of the same concerns and reservations, but once I got started... Wow...hold on... I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning...

First, I guess it would help to give you a little background: He and I have always spent a lot of time together - and we know each other very well. We're both good communicators and we get along great together. We're very close and I could easily count our "fights" on two hands.

When it comes to sex, what we've lacked in frequency, we've made up for in quality. It's not that I don't like sex with him. Quite the contrary - I love it. It's just that his sex drive has always been stronger than mine.

Over the years we've done a little experimenting, usually when he's suggested it, with things such as light bondage, blindfolds, a little anal, that sort of thing. But most of our sexual relationship has taken place in the good ol' missionary position - and of course 69.

Up 'til now, his role in our relationship has pretty much always been to be the dominant one. I have rarely instigated any experimentation in the bedroom, so to be the one to introduce the Discipline Agreement into our relationship came as a bit of a surprise to both of us.

It all started when I Googled "discipline and weight loss" and articles popped up regarding the apparently common practice of spousal Discipline Agreements. I'd never heard of such a thing, but apparently it's not that uncommon. With a little digging, I found tons of info on the subject and quickly discovered that there was a strong sexual element to such arrangements.

I read with interest about many couples who used the practice regularly to achieve many positive changes in their lives - including several successful weight loss stories. Every time I read one of these wife-handles-husband stories, I could sense myself getting a little excited, often damp! Apparently, it wasn't just sex itself that turned me on.

We'd tried a little experimenting with playful spanking in the bedroom - on less than 10 occasions, I'd say. I really didn't like to be spanked - it reminded me too much of being spanked as a kid, which was no fun at all. Oh well, it only took once to find that out. I also really didn't like spanking him. He was obviously in a certain amount of pain and I felt that I loved him too much to inflict pain on him.

Even when he practically begged me to do it, it just didn't feel "right" to me when it came down to actually spanking him. I told him I would just rather not actually ever spank him - and I certainly wouldn't put up with him spanking me.

But as fantasy material, there was none better. When we talked about my spanking him, we would both get turned on by the idea. Anytime I wanted him to cum, all I had to do is talk about spanking him. It never failed!

Now, as I read article after article about wives getting practically anything they wanted by using discipline - including spanking - my interest in trying it again grew, as did my arousal. I began thinking about it more and more and about how wonderful it would be if he was disciplined enough to get back into shape and get healthy again. My heart seemed to skip a beat and I almost felt a little breathless every time I pictured taking him over my knee and spanking his cute little tush.

I also considered that without something drastic happening - such as a Discipline Agreement - there was likely nothing much positive going to be happening in the weight-loss area anytime soon. (read "never").

So, I knew I could likely get what I wanted - but now my question was, when the time came, would I be willing to do what was necessary? As turned on as the thoughts made me, I was apprehensive about carrying out the actual physical discipline the agreement would require.

As I read more, I noticed a theme began to develop in these lifestyle discipline stories - the women in them really loved their men. In fact most of them claimed that they did it out of love. It was common to read that it felt awkward for them at first, just like it always felt for me. It feels like a big step out of the "comfort zone" and that always feels uncomfortable. Anyway they all seemed to develop a stronger interest as they progressed.

The bottom line seemed to be that the practice of regularly disciplining their husbands got easier with time, as results became apparent. It seemed that couples that practiced regular discipline got whatever they wanted - whenever they wanted it.

I decided this would be worth trying to reduce his weight. I had a few other goals in mind as well, so I knew if we were going to be successful, we were going to have to go all the way, at least for a trial period.

Determined to make the experiment work, I continued my research and began planning. I was pretty sure he would go along with it if I presented it the right way. I decided it would be best to keep the details somewhat sketchy until I got him to agree. Here's how it went:

One night when we were sitting in the living room alone, I broached the subject...

"I think you need me to help you with something."

He turned around in his chair to look at me, obviously not exactly sure if he heard correctly. "Huh?!?" was his reply.

"I'm talking about your health. Do you think you need my help? You've put on a little weight lately and I think you may need my help to get back into shape?"

I noticed him glance down at his newly-grown paunch and knew he couldn't argue with me there.

"I guess so. I haven't really given it too much thought." His first bald-faced lie of the night - I knew he thought about it all the time! It's just that he loved his junk food and his couch so much and he really didn't want his lifestyle threatened. I was ready to roast this couch-potato!

"Do you need me to be your personal trainer - to guide you, because you can't do it on your own? Because you don't have the self discipline to control your urges and do what needs to be done?"

"I guess so. Is that what you think I need?" This was getting personal - and by the redness forming in his cheeks, a little embarrassing for him, in spite of the fact that we've been together all these years. I guess I was hitting some exposed nerves.

"Well I must say I have been giving it a bit of thought lately. We'd have to make some changes and adjustments in our lives to do it - but you're worth it. I'd really like to give it a try"

"Ah... well thanks." (Changes? I hate changes - and so does he. Doesn't everybody?)

"You're going to have to relinquish control now and then, in order for this to work."

"I can do that." He liked it when I took control and I could see a bulge growing in his pants already.

"Y'know, that's a sign of immaturity, that you can't do it on your own. I shows a lack of self discipline." I could talk as I worked to stay trim and fit. "You don't like it when we talk about your immature behavior, do you?"

"My immaturity? No, I'd rather stay away from that topic." This was nothing he could hide from, considering his history.

"Yes, your immaturity. And do you know what conclusion I've arrived at?"

"No."

"We've been here before, haven't we? You acting like a little boy again, this time eating candy and junk food like you don't care what it's doing to you. You just lay around every evening, watching T.V. and snacking on high calorie junk! Meanwhile you're not eliminating properly and you complain that your back's sore all the time. That's very immature behavior - and very bad! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Oh please..." he tried to dismiss my lecture, not wanting to agree, sure to be feeling his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Don't bother with the "oh pleeeaaassseee", mister. It's too late. We've talked about this before and I've had it with you and your bad habits - and I refuse to let you carry on this way for even one more day!"

He could tell I was verrrry passionate about this and knew it would be best for me to tread softly. I decided to just listen obediently.

"You've been acting very immature about your health and not taking it seriously, haven't you?"

"I guess so." What else could he say?

"Well I've decided to help you - but it has to be on MY terms. Agreed?"

"But I haven't asked for your help..." He wasn't ready to consent... yet.

"You're too immature to ask for my help - or you would've asked long ago. Oh, make no mistake - I'll be helping. And your first session will be happening tomorrow, mister."

He always felt like a kid when I called him "Mister".

"Y'know, as your wife I believe I have an obligation to help you with your self-discipline issues. I love you so much and I don't want to cause you any pain and discomfort - but unfortunately it seems to be the only way you'll learn. Small, temporary pain for long-term rewards and gain in the future. I feel it's my duty - even though I really wish it didn't have to come to this. But believe me: it's for your own good."

He listened intently. No argument. That was a good sign.

"I want us to try it for three months to start with - just to see how it goes." I could feel my heart beating a little faster and the dampness beginning between my legs.

He was intrigued - and a little scared. He knew he had nowhere to go.

"I've drawn up a little agreement so that there will be no confusion about who's responsible for what."

I opened the drawer and proudly produced two identical sheets, with a single paragraph on each.

Discipline Contract

"I, agree that I need your help with certain discipline issues. To accomplish this, I agree to relinquish all control of anything to do with my personal health and level of fitness to you for a trial period of 90 days. I agree to allow you to use various methods of discipline as she sees fit, to get me fit. I agree to do exactly as I am told, accept and carry out all directions quickly and answer all questions honestly, or pay the consequences. I agree to participate in all exercise sessions with the utmost attention and focus and carry out every assignment precisely, to the best of my ability.

signed_______this______day of________,2009

"Here...you sign both copies and I'll sign both copies and we can each have one."

I could see that he was excited, curious and horny - that would prove to be a dangerous combination for him in the future. "Should I date it today?" he asked obediently.

"Sure. Date it today."

Once we'd filled out our details and put our signed contracts away in secret places, it was back to the topic at hand.

I was really starting to enjoy this and was feeling my pussy getting warmer and warmer but I had him where I wanted him and was on a roll.

"I guess you want to hear the rules." Now it was getting exciting.

"Rules?" Oh oh, he thought.

"Oh yes, we must have rules!" I exclaimed. This is where it gets interesting. "From now on, at the beginning of each month we will set aside a complete day that we will spend together, getting you healthy - and teaching you to stay that way."

"A whole day?"

"For what I have in mind we're going to need at least that much time. Also, during the week, we're going to have you working on a calendar, so each day you will have an assigned task to follow."

"Every day?" He's confused.

"Yes, every day. So we'll decide on a full day together and we'll start with that as the first entry on your calendar.

"I have three goals that I want to achieve. First, I want you to get physically fit - so from now on, no more junk food."

"But..."

"Please don't interrupt." He had to know who was in charge. "The second goal is for you to settle into a healthy routine - which you've proven incapable of doing on your own. It's going to require discipline, which you don't have. I'm going to have to provide it for you. And since you insist on acting like a bad little boy, then I'm going to have to treat you like one. And we know what happens to bad little boys, don't we?"

Before he could muster an answer, I was standing in front of him, holding his chin up - so he was looking me right in the eyes and asked again, "Tell me mister, what do bad little boys get when they misbehave, hmmm?" I didn't wait for his answer. "They get their bare bums spanked, don't they?"

How embarrassing. "Yes they do." he finally answered. And that was that. He was mine - and I was positively dripping!

"Well I'm glad we're in agreement - because that's exactly what's going to be happening - and on a regular basis."

He listened with interest, obviously flabbergasted.

"Now, in the past we've talked about this, but when the time came, one of us always backed out, right?"

"Uh huh."

"Not this time. If I'm going to help you with your health and with your weight, I am also going to be spanking you at the same time, for discipline. Is that clear? That's the only way I will agree to help."

He groaned as the scope of this "Discipline Agreement" became clearer to him.

And speaking of spanking...You will be receiving 3 types of spankings: Play, Maintenance and Punishment. We can start off with Play spanking until we get used to it, say a couple of times a week, for now. Then after a few of those we'll step up the intensity a little and give you Maintenance spankings every couple of weeks. The one you'll want to avoid is the Punishment spanking. Once you've had one of these, you'll understand what I mean. I'm going to need to warm up to that one myself, but you can expect to be getting one of those before the end of the month. I'll keep you posted."

It was becoming obvious to him that I had done my homework.

"And that's goal #3. I want you to present me with your little bottom hole anytime I request it - and I plan to have you get used it this way - over my lap. Also, this is a perfect position to emphasize the fact that I will be in charge throughout the session. Over my lap affords me a perfect vantage point, while maximizing your embarrassment.

"Also, I know you hate enemas, but they're going to play a major role in getting you healthy."

"Oh jeez", he groaned

"Now mister, if I hear any grumbling about it, you'll be receiving all of your enemas over my lap! And I know you wouldn't want that, so just behave! Understand?" I thought I better put my foot down and show him I meant business.

"Yes. I understand." Good boy. Sit.

"Good. So, you might as well get used to the idea that, if the mood strikes me, I'll take you over my lap and spank you or finger fuck you that way, anytime I say. Is that clear?"

"Yes." Now that had to be a major idea for him to wrap his masculine, testosterone-fueled brain around.

"I may even choose to slide this in and out of you for awhile." I produced a new fat, bumpy enema tip I picked out especially for this very occasion. I made him hold it and watched with amusement as his eyes got as big as saucers as he held it for the first time. It was HUGE - at least 9" long! Just making him hold it gave me a wonderful feeling of power.

"Won't that be fun?"

"It's so big...I can't...that's not really for me, is it?" He was concerned about the size.

"Oh, that's for you, alright and you'll be taking all of it, too. But before I squeeze the contents of any enema bulb up into you, the rules are, that you must first have glowing, bright red, burninig hot bum cheeks. So before you get your enemas, I am going to spank you soundly first, while you obediently hold the bulb in place for me, should I so desire."

"You're going to sp...spank me while I'm getting an en..enema? With this?" The look of fear was very apparent.

"Yes darling, we're going to be using spanking with all of your enemas - to provide the discipline you so sorely need."

He was groaning and visibly a little shaken. It was past being a game for him, now. This was real!

"During your enemas, I will choose which type of spanking you deserve - but no matter which one you're getting, it will only stop when I'm satisfied with the color of your buns. And that's then will I get you to pose for a pictures for my album."

More groaning from him. "Pictures? No way!"

"Oh yes...I'll be taking lots and lots of pictures, maybe I'll write your name across your butt in lipstick. Or just "BAD BOY" I want to teach you to expose yourself properly to me - holding nothing back, if you'll pardon the pun. Then once we've got some pictures taken of you with red buns waiting for your enema, I'll tease you for a while before I squeeze the contents of the bulb into you.

"Once it's all in - and I will be administering alI of them agonizingly slowly - I'll remove the tip and you can lay on the bed and massage that around for a while - before your next trip over my lap.

"When you've taken the entire quart of sudsy bulbs over my lap - and well spanked during each one - it'll be off to the bathroom with you for more hot, soapy water - this time from the bag. I'm also going to spank you in the bathroom." I fought the urge to put my hand down my pants and rub my hot pussy.

"When I'm giving you your enemas, I want you to be polite and obedient. Do you understand?"

"Yes." What else could he say. I was getting into the role and he knew it.

"Good. You'll be allowed to ask me to stop the flow anytime you want, but be warned - before we start it up again - and we will be starting it up again, because we'll be draining the entire bag's contents into you before we're done - you'll receive a spanking with the long, white plastic spoon, for the interruption. Sound fair?"

"I guess so." Wow, he was really going along with this. I decided this was going to be easier than I expected.

"So remember - stopping the flow of your enema is always allowed - but it will cost you a spanking with my long-handled spoon."

"O.K." He seemed to almost be afraid to argue and that's where I wanted him to be.

"Then you will hold that bag's contents for 5 minutes before I drain the next bag into you. You'll be holding the second one for an additional 3 minutes. If you feel "too full" and want to stop the entire enema at any time, you may - but we'll start over and over again, until you can hold the entire 5 liters at once.

"Do you have any questions?" Not that it really mattered. I was determined to make this work, with or without his 100% consent.

"I don't think so." Very sheepish. I like that in a man.

"Good. Now, just so that we understand each other...During the next 3 months, you're mine. If I want you over my lap for a spanking, or to finger you, that's what's going to happen. Got it?"

"I think so." I could see now, he was willing to go along with it, so far.

"Good. Well let's get started tomorrow. You'll be getting your first spanking and enema at 10:00 sharp."

More moaning. I never noticed how much he moaned before. I decided to go for the biggest moan yet.

"And y'know, once we've got you cleaned out, I'll be strapping on the big dildo, pulling down your new pretty panties - if I'm going to be fucking you like a girl, you might as well be in panties - after I've bent you over and spanked you long and hard."

And that's when I got the moan of the day - and I knew this new life was going to be perfect for us.