It's so hard to believe that Bob and I have enjoyed over 30 years together! Time's gone by so fast.

I plan on us being together for a good many more years to come - but we need to make a few changes.

In general, things are very good between us - but there has been one thing that's been bothering me. Over time, I've become more and more concerned about Bob's weight problem. To be more precise, the problem really isn't his weight as much as it's his lack of discipline when it comes to controlling the sweets.

Through regular activity and watching calories, I've managed to maintain my figure over the years - whereas Bob can certainly not claim the same.

Even with my gentle coaxing, he can't seem to muster the self-discipline necessary to manage his sweet-tooth. In fact I told him just the other day that he eats way too many chocolate bars and has a bulging waistline to show for it. I also told him for the umpteenth time, that it's very unhealthy and could kill him young and if he wasn't going to do anything about it, maybe I would. He told me there was nothing I could do about it and further claimed that there was nothing he could do about it either. He told me that he was powerless over it.

I decided there and then that a "discipline contract" made sense and for us - it was the way to go.

* * *

I had been reading with interest recently, about happily married women who use regular discipline sessions to correct their husbands behavior - and with impressive results! It just seemed to make sense for us to try it, too.

Obviously, something had to be done to help Bob - and he made it perfectly clear that he wasn't going to be able to do it on his own. He lacked discipline - and it was likely best for him if he received some from the person he trusted the most in the world - me.

As I spent more time researching, I learned about some very interesting methods of correction, that I felt would be just what Bob needed. I also found that the sexual flavor of the discipline was turning me on, which made it all the better for me - and in turn, better for Bob. It was also exciting to see that our relationship could be heading in a new direction. It was time to sit down and hatch a plan.

The first thing I decided was that, in the interests of helping Bob get his life back on track - not to mention to add a little much-needed spice to a rather infrequent sexual relationship, I would soon be introducing him to a healthier, more disciplined lifestyle - complete with a weekly schedule - along with a generous helping of regular physical correction, thrown in for good measure.

I would be using diet, exercise and regular spanking sessions. Not the "love swats" Bob has received from me from time to time. (In the past, I would occasionally give Bob a swat or two on the behind - mainly because he usually gets a giant erection from it - and that's as close as we've ever gotten to anything like "true" discipline before.) No, Bob would need to endure much more before he has acquired the self-discipline necessary to stay away from the sweets on his own. He needed me to help with his discipline issues.

Even though I have rarely seen Bob cry in all our years together, I've read about the value of tears, when learning through discipline - and certainly for driving the point home. I also read that to achieve those tears, nothing beats a thorough and humiliating lecture, followed by an over-the-knee spanking. I read that for the ultimate effect, every spanking should begin with scolding and end with corner time. The spanking can last anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour or more. And if the infraction - or my mood - warrants, then corner time will be directly followed by another, even more intense spanking, utilizing a timer or an hourglass egg-timer, continually spanking until the timer says time's up.

It is my intention to spank him twice in a row on a regular basis - despite any and all protests. I vowed to ensure that before the end of every discipline session, every inch of his naughty behind will be one solid, deep red color - and he has tears streaming down his face - twice in a row, when I deem it necessary.

He would need to be trained to accept his discipline without restraints. I read that the discipline lesson is far more effective when it's completely voluntary and I realized that it would take many sessions before we get to that point. I knew that in order to get to that stage, I would need to employ a little trickery and imagination - along with some sort of contract, lots of patience and plenty of practice!

With help from a little online stimulation, plus some of my own thoughts, I came up with some devious "teaching methods" and daily exercises. For instance, Bob has always been very shy whenever I paid any attention to his butt region - especially around his little hole. I knew that this would be an effective area to use discipline on. It was also a very powerful area of arousal and worthy of special attention.

So he could learn to do all the healthy stuff we both know he should be doing - even when he doesn't want to - and learn to "drop the dime" all at the same time. How could that be wrong? And maybe he would be less uptight, as a result. Wow, this was actually sounding more and more like a good idea all the time! And even though I was still a little nervous about the actual session day I was planning, the more I got into this, the more it turned me on!

I drew up a quick little agreement as I imagined him draped over my lap, ass arched up - because I directed it so - exposed to my every wicked whim and desire.

Now armed with an official-sounding document, all I needed to do now was spring the agreement on him when the time was right.

And, as it turned out, last night, the time was just right.

* * *

We managed to get the kids settled down early enough and ended up in bed just a little after nine-thirty, ourselves. I draped a scarf over the lamp on the desk and the light gave the entire bedroom a cool red glow. It wasn't long before we were in each others arms and I had Bob as hard as a rock and ready for just about anything. Three times I brought him to the brink of orgasm before squeezing him off. He couldn't lose his hardon if he wanted to.

"Baby...we gotta talk."

BOB couldn't believe his ears.

"Talk?!? Now?!? Now's not the time for talk. It's fuckin' time, baby!", he exclaimed.

"Yes, I know. But I need to talk with you ... first." I said firmly, showing him I was serious as I shifted my position and sat up on the bed.

"Ah, c'mon honey..." Bob complained. He was horny and impatient - I had him where I wanted him.

"We agree that our relationship would benefit from an increase in sexual activity, right?" What a great opener.

"Sure...of course...I love this. I can't get enough of you" The hook was set. Now to just reel him in.

"But we seem to have a problem with scheduling - not to mention the difference between our sex drives."

"Yeah...I can never get enough. I never seem to be satisfied" Poor guy.

"Yes. I noticed you're like that with chocolate bars, too. I think it's just a personality trait with you"

"Yeah. I can't disagree with that. I don't know what it is …a mental block maybe... Anyway, do we have to talk about that, now? I got a throbbing hardon here, baby. C'mon..."

"That's exactly what we need to talk about - and we need to talk about it, now, Bob. We need to do something about that nasty chocolate habit of yours. I'm getting concerned that the way you're going will have a major negative affect on your health and I want you around for a while longer." I gave his cock a few firm strokes and hard squeezes to keep him stiff.

"I want to volunteer to help you with your problem, Bob. How's that sound?"

"What can you do? I can't control it. You already nag me about it all the time. What makes you think..."

I quickly cut him off. "I think you would respond well to a structured discipline program. You need it. You don't have enough discipline in your life - and I can help you put it there. It's as simple as that. So what do you say? Yes or no, Bob. Do you want my help, or not?" I wasn't interested in getting into a long-winded conversation over it. I stroked his cock softly as we talked it over.

"Discipline? You think you can teach me how to use discipline to control my craving for candy bars?" He didn't quite see where I was going with this. That made it that much easier.

"I think so, yeah. I'm willing to give it a shot, anyway. How 'bout you?"

"O.K. Sure. Whatever. What do I have to lose? Now can we fuck please?" He still had an impressive erection and was obviously not taking me too seriously. I planned for that.

"I thought you'd see it my way." I reached over and sucked his cock-head and squeezed it a little before getting back to business. "We just have one more little matter to attend to before we can continue.." I reached under the pillow I was leaning against and pulled out the folded, one page document and a pen. "Here. Sign this," I insisted as I laid it out in his lap.

"Hey, a pup tent," I laughed, pointing to the little tent produced by draping the contract over his "standing hampton".

BOB wasn't laughing as, wide eyed, he realized what he was getting himself into. It was very obvious he wasn't expecting this. "A contract?" he questioned in disbelief. His cock began to throb and ooze pre-cum.

The agreement simply read,

Discipline Contract

"I Bob, agree that I need Leigh's 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 Leigh for a trial period of 30 days. I agree to allow Leigh 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. We agree this is a no back out contract without mutual agreement.

signed_______this______day of________,2009

* * *

"I dunno. I don't want to sign this. How are you going to make it work?"

He wasn't getting away that easy. I had too much planning into this to let him go.

"I have some ideas to help you and let me just say that much of it revolves around sex. We both know how you like sex, so you need to just trust me on this one and just let me help you. It's for your own good. And don't worry Bob, you'll thank me in the long run." How could he say no to that?

"Oh alright...I guess I'll sign it. Then we'll fuck, right?" I had him.

"Sure. I'd love to." I wasn't lying. All this was making me very wet, as well.

"O.K. Gimme the pen." And he signed it. Mission accomplished.

* * *

During the next 30 minutes, we did it in every position, imaginable. If it wasn't for the strap I tightly wrapped Bob's cock with about ten minutes into it, he certainly would've erupted by the time I made him slide out of me.

"That's all for tonight, little man." I was nicely satisfied and I needed him horny for tomorrow's tasks.

"What?"

"That's right, honey. You are not allowed to cum for the next 30 days, unless I say so. Is that clear?"

"But honey..."

I cut him off. "I don't want to hear anything more about it tonight, baby. This is your first lesson in discipline. We'll talk more tomorrow. It's important that you do as I say. I know best." I squeezed his erection one last time before I rolled over, closed my eyes and pretended to go to sleep.

Secretly I laid awake for a half hour or so, planning and plotting, while Bob rolled around trying in vain to find a comfortable position to lay in with a raging hardon and a pair of aching balls to match. He would have to wait until the end of tomorrow night's ordeal before he would get to come. But even in his discomfort, I knew he needed this. It was good for him to learn to wait. And there was plenty more of that on the way.

* * *

I found myself happily humming to myself the next morning, as I peeled the large piece of ginger root with the vegetable peeler before dropping it into the bowl of water and vinegar to soak for later.

This felt sooo right.

I knew I was on the right track when I was able to shake off my embarrassment and walk right into the sex toy store the next day.

"I'm looking for a jelly butt plug." I told the clerk behind the counter in a very no-nonsense, all-business kind of way. I made a mental note to use that very attitude on Bob, tonight.

She showed me a few and I settled on a rather large-ish purple plug and carried with me around town on my shopping trip to prepare for Bob's evening of discipline. It was kind of a turn-on to know it was in my purse as I was buying the soap and enema equipment and stuff.

I managed to assemble everything on my list and noticed that the more I got into this, the wetter I got. That was just the first of many little rewards I wasn't expecting when I started all this.

I brought it all home a couple of hours before I expected to see Bob. I laid everything out on the kitchen table, to take stock and then collected the other things I needed from around the house. Finally, satisfied that I had everything we would need for his initial correction session, I packed it all into a small carton and put it on the floor beside me. Then I sat down at the computer and started composing a short list of rules.

* * *

Once the rules were printed out, I set about planning our evening. I chose my dress and stockings and set up a babysitter to take the kids. They were gone just minutes before Bob arrived home.

"Honey, I'm home," he called as he closed the front door behind himself.

"In here, baby," I called out from the kitchen.

"Hi doll. How was your day? Bob asked, giving me a little peck on the cheek, not even noticing my dress, as he headed for the fridge.

"Ah ah ah," I warned.

"What...?" Bob was confused.

"You can have a water. That's it."

"But honey..." He started to whine.

"Don't bother complaining. It's for your own good."

"What about a chocolate bar then babe?"

I couldn't believe my ears. "I tossed them all out in the mornings trash," I said as I crossed my arms and stood up to him, taking on my new role. "And speaking of that," I continued before he even had a chance to comment on the fate of his precious chocolate bars, "We're going to continue your discipline we started last night. How's everything feeling down there? A little congested, I bet."

"More than a little! My balls have been aching all day!"

"Well we're going to let you cum a little bit later - but first we need to talk. Have a seat." I motioned for him to take a seat beside me at the table.

"Before we can get started, I want to take some pictures of you, for insurance."

"Insurance," he replied quizzically, tilting his head to the side like a cocker spaniel.

"Yes, insurance. I am going to need some good close-up or two of you in a very compromising position. Then, if you renege on our agreement, I'll send them to everyone in your e-mail address book."

"What?!?" he squawked.

"Don't worry. You won't renege...especially when there are such dire consequences.. See Honey, it's really for your own good. Now lets start by getting you out of those clothes." I could not believe I didn't get any argument there. He just started unbuttoning his shirt like he was in a trance.

Once he was naked, standing in front of me in our kitchen, only then does he ask, "Where's the kids?"

"They're on an overnight at Betty's."

"Whew".

"Right. O.K. Let's sit you down at the table here." I spun an armless chair around back in to the table so he sat on it with his entire back exposed and facing into the kitchen.

I reached down into my box of goodies beside me and produced the hand cream.

"O.K. This will be fun…what I want you to do is rub a little cream on your bum and slide your finger in for the camera." I knew he'd be mortified by this request and extra embarrassed by the flip way in which I issued the command. Bob has always had a shyness about his bottom and I usually have to trick him into letting me even touch it.

I stood behind him with camera in hand and just waited for him to do as he was told. Sure enough, he went along with it. With only a slight groan of protest he squirted a little cream on his finger and with obvious reluctance and trepidation, reached behind and touched his fingertip tentatively to his puckered hole. As soon as his index finger was buried deep inside, I started directing him to, "Hold still. That will make a great picture. Now turn around so we can see who's doing this to himself." As soon as he turned around, I clicked the shot. It was perfect.

"Ooh you dirty little boy. Look what you're doing to yourself," I said as I checked out the picture on the camera. Bob blushed.

"That will do nicely, don't you think, Bob?" I showed him the preview on the camera and added, "Wouldn't your friends and family like to receive that in their morning's e-mail?"

"Oh please, Leigh..." He was devastated by the thought.

"Don't worry, Bob. You have nothing to worry about - providing you follow the rules. You can take you finger out now, by the way."

"Thanks." He wiped his finger on some kleenex and added, "What rules?"

"Oh. Didn't I tell you? Silly me. Yes, I drew up a short list of rules that you'll be following for the next 30 days. As long as you stick to them, the pictures are safe with me." I put the camera down on the counter for a moment, reached over and retrieved the rules I had typed up earlier and laid it out on the table, right under his nose with a simple, "Here you go. This way there won't be any misunderstandings."

Centered, at the top of the page, it simply read: "Bob's New Rules" followed by 7 little rules:

Rule # 1 Bob must do what Leigh tells him to do. No negotiating or arguing. Complaining guarantees extra retribution.

Rule #2. Bob must not, at any time, eat anything unhealthy unless pre-approved by Leigh.

Rule #3. Bob must get up early (before the children) every morning to workout. Each day must begin with a short stretching warm-up followed by light weight training. 20 minutes minimum. Finish with juicing.

Rule #4. Bob must check the special Google Discipline calendar (set up and maintained, with daily additions, by yours truly) every morning to check for special instructions for each day such as shopping for fresh ginger or inserting a morning soapstick.

Rule #5. Bob must keep his genitals completely clean-shaven for the entire month. After tonight, he must shave every morning in the shower. Bob's anal area will also be clean-shaven but that task is reserved for Leigh.

Rule #6. Every morning in the shower, Bob must condition his anus by holding 2 very soapy fingers as deep in his bottom as they will go for a 30 second count. Next, Bob must thrust the same two fingers in and out and twist them around for an additional 30 seconds.

Rule #7. Each week Bob will have a scheduled weigh-in and discipline session with Leigh. Each session will begin only after a 30-minute, self-administered prostate massage with Bob's new prostate massager. When Bob loses 5 pounds in one week, discipline for weight issues will be substituted with sex. If Bob gains weight that week, spanking will commence immediately after Bob cums by masturbating in front of Leigh at the beginning of the session.

* * *

"But Honey, I can't ..."

I cut him off. "Uh uh uh, Bob. Don't break the rules already. I suggest you read them out loud so we both can hear." He paused.

"Right now! And for your hesitation, you can rub your cock head with this scratchy, blue shower glove." I handed it to him.

His embarrassment brought a new shade of redness to his cheeks and ears as he began to roughen up his tender cock head and read aloud, "Bob must do what Leigh ..."

That's all it took for him to resign himself. I could see him and hear him lower more and more resistance as he read the rules out loud and massaged his hard penis, just like he was told. What a good boy, I thought to myself. Maybe I should go easy on him tonight...NAH.

As he finished reading the rules out loud, I began to unpack the box onto the table in front of him. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped - and I had intentionally left the strap-on harness, "super-dong", and enema equipment, in the box.

For the first time Bob was facing most of the collection I had gathered for our first session of many more to come, spread out all over the table. He was speechless at first, just going along with everything. Then the questions started.

"What's this?" He was holding the big purple, jelly butt plug - and he knew perfectly well what it was. He was likely reacting to the size. It was rather large.

"Oh, you are going to become very familiar with that little item over the next 30 days. That's your new butt plug and you will be putting that inside yourself on a very regular basis. Every day, in fact."

"I don't want to put this inside my ass...it's huge! Please Leigh... I can't."

"Do I hear complaining, mister? I hope not. And, yes, it's big but as the lady in the sex shop told me, it needs to be big if it's going to stay put while I spank you. You can learn to handle it and one way or another, you will handle it. Especially with practice. Don't worry. You'll see." He put it down and stared at all the other things on the table in front of him.

"In a few minutes, you will be getting a spanking with one of the spanking implements on the table." I paused long enough for my words to start his ears burning. They quickly turned red and he started to blush again.

"But before we begin your spanking, I have something to talk with you about first, so c'mon with me to the tub for your shave while we talk." Not taking anything but compliance, I led him down the hall to the bathroom.

"Step in", I invited, holding the shower curtain back for him.

"Please Leigh..."

"Get in there, mister," I commanded. He reluctantly climbed into the tub and stood there obediently, his hard cock bobbing ridiculously. I ran the water at a light trickle and lathered him up. As I held onto his cock, I shaved him while I began to speak.

"I've been thinking about our "no sex policy" when I have my period and I'm tired of it. Do you know what I'm talking about?" It wasn't really a "policy" but it was the norm.

"Yes, I guess so. So what. Lots of people don't have sex when the woman is on the rag."

That wasn't a very nice way to talk to the woman that's about to spank you. "Y'know, I get a little aggressive with the hormones around this time of the month. My period just started today and I have a very strong urge to be the one who does the fucking for a change. I feel this urge every now and then but especially during this time of month. After all these years of you doing it to me, it's high time you bent over for me." Bob's eyes widened as I continued shaving him and went on.

"I also am tired of me being the only one in the relationship that gets this fucking "curse" every month. It's always me that's "flushed out" every 28 days - and that's just not fair. Don't you agree?" What could he say?

"Yeah, it sucks, doesn't it? But you can't blame your period on me." Did I detect a note of wit? He must have mistakenly surmised that there was nothing I could do to tip the scales on this one.

"No, but you'll be happy to hear that I have come up with a solution to the imbalance. From now on, before you receive your monthly fucking during period time, you will receive a very thorough cleaning out." By the look on his face, this was a very embarrassing turn of events.

"Cleaning out...?" he asked fearfully.