The following day Luke was busy visiting considered one of his not too long ago acquired companies in one other county.
I tentatively approached Brooke in the lounge, “Miss Brooke, might I ask you a query?”
“You simply did, Walter. Do you imply a second query?” She flashed me her full dimpled smile.
“Sure, miss. Sorry.”
“Sure, it’s possible you’ll. And you do not have to name me miss when Luke is not round. Until I let you know to, in fact.”
“Thanks. I am not being a sulky little bitch, I swear. However once I see him treating you the way in which he does typically…like when he slaps your face…or…by no means thoughts.”
“No, go forward. End your query.”
“How will you be a feminist and permit him to do this sort of stuff to you?”
“Okay, Walter. I am not going to insult you by calling {that a} silly query. I do know you’ve got been by means of loads the final couple of days. So I will merely say that that is not considered one of your brighter questions. It isn’t inconsistent for me to be feminist and to be handled that manner, as a result of I WANT to be handled that manner. It is my resolution. I instructed you already, greater than as soon as I am fairly positive, that I discover it horny when Luke dominates me. I’ll discover it even sexier when he dominates you. It’s best to’ve seen your face when he instructed you to vary into your tights and do leaping jacks!” She laughed. I cherished her chortle (even when it was at my expense).
She continued, “As I defined earlier than, Luke is a prick, however I am in love together with his prick. It isn’t simply his dimension — do not get me flawed, that is a giant a part of it; pun intended– however it’s additionally his approach, it is his angle, it is even his scent. He makes me really feel like no different man, or lady, ever has. The humiliation is all a part of it. It makes it hotter. It is a part of the sport. When he smacks me round, it is like a stress reliever. It is like I am escaping from myself or one thing. It is exhausting to clarify. However the level is, if I do not need him to do it in some unspecified time in the future, all I must do is to inform him to cease. If he would not cease, I will inform him to get the fuck out of my home. Our home. It was loads more durable when he and I have been married. That is the great thing about this association. Do you get it now?”
“So it is all a recreation?”
“Yeah, it’s, kind of. Is not life kind of a recreation once you actually give it some thought?”
“I assume. However what if he would not cease once you inform him to. What if he truly severely hurts you sometime?”
“He will not. He is acquired the potential to have a extremely good factor going right here. He is no dummy; he would not need to blow it. Keep in mind, it was his thought to start with. And you already know what?”
“What?”
“I believe the ability journey of controlling you — a liberal, elitist school professor from the Northeast, no much less –icing on the fucking cake — I believe Luke would possibly take pleasure in that a part of it much more than having intercourse with me. He loves it.”
“You actually suppose so?”
“I actually do. And you already know what else?”
“What?”
“I believe that deep down you prefer it too. I am not saying you want each a part of it. It’s possible you’ll even hate it at any given second, when he is belittling you or thrashing you. However, large image, you want the sport too. It matches in together with your entire masochistic persona. You are writing a guide about it, for Christ’s sake. And, most of all, you prefer it as a result of you already know I prefer it. And you’re keen on your woman, do not you my little knight errant?”
“Sure, my woman.” I knelt down and kissed her hand.
“And you already know what else?”
“What?”
“The sport is simply getting began.”
As soon as once more, Brooke totally disarmed me. I used to be merely no match for her.
When Luke returned the subsequent day, I weighed in at 203 kilos. He additionally calculated my physique mass index at 30.0, which was borderline overweight. Luke and Brooke deliberate out a strict food regimen for me, one which nearly eradicated a lot of my favourite meals (bread, pasta, beef, cheese, ice cream, chocolate, and, sure, bacon — and plenty of different issues I take pleasure in, together with alcoholic drinks) in favor of meals I may barely tolerate (yogurt, low fats cottage cheese, oatmeal) or like, however solely sparsely (greens, fruits, steamed hen, beans, fish, and so on.). The wealthy sauces and condiments I am so keen on have been additionally eradicated, or sharply curtailed. Since I cooked virtually all of Brooke’s and Luke’s meals and had the flexibility to dine out unsupervised in and round campus, there actually have been alternatives for me to cheat. And I did. I thought of myself a foodie and actually cherished good meals. There was additionally part of me that rebelled; I discovered having a food regimen imposed upon me as if I have been a baby (by a person twelve years my junior, no much less) to be deeply humiliating. However there have been repercussions for dishonest. Painful repercussions. And extra humiliating than the food regimen itself.
Luke set a aim for me to lose 2 kilos every week. I had a standing weekly weigh-in each Saturday morning. One way or the other Luke had managed to obtain one of many scales which might be utilized in a health care provider’s workplace; he claimed these have been extra correct (that will have been true, however I additionally discovered them extra institutional, and due to this fact extra humiliating). After I’d strip right down to my panties and stand on the size, Brooke would play the a part of the Dr.’s nurse in adjusting the stability of the size to get the correct studying. She would then announce my weight for Luke to report on the chart that was posted on the again of the toilet door subsequent to my weekly cleansing chart.
Luke’s methodology of accountability with respect to my food regimen was easy: if I misplaced the requisite 2 kilos, I used to be rewarded with a glass of wine. If I misplaced greater than 2 kilos, in idea, I may have two glasses of wine or a glass of single malt scotch (that solely occurred as soon as, early on). If I misplaced solely a pound, I acquired half a dozen strokes of the strap, paddle, or cane, relying upon Luke’s temper (when he was touring or busy, Brooke would administer the punishment, typically with Luke watching on FaceTime). If I truly placed on weight, it was one other half a dozen strokes for every pound. All three implements have been hung conspicuously by Luke within the entrance lobby, virtually like some avant-grade murals (or so I preferred to inform myself). I shortly realized that it was distinctly extra painful to be caned than to be strapped or paddled (or to be on the receiving finish of Luke’s belt). Sadly for me, Luke favored the cane. I as soon as heard Brooke inform him that the mere sound of him swishing it by means of the air as a prelude to correcting me brought on her to tingle with pleasure. I assume it wasn’t coincidental that my punishments have been typically adopted by the 2 of them having intercourse. It in the end took me practically a yr to achieve the load loss aim set for me, and it was curler coaster. On my worst day, I placed on three kilos after having beforehand misplaced ten. That setback earned me 24 welts on my ass; I could not sit for per week.
Within the meantime, Luke set about discovering methods to maximise my self-consciousness about my physique/weight. For instance, round the home, I used to be required to put on tights or panties together with tight T-shirts, typically a dimension or two too small, in order that a part of my midriff could be uncovered — the a part of my physique with the very best focus of physique fats. This was, actually, a extremely efficient methodology to incentivize me to do what was essential to shed the kilos. He began to routinely discuss with me as fats boy, tubby or lard ass along with prof, cuck or tightsboy. This verbal humiliation was additionally efficient (although didn’t finish once I lastly misplaced the load — however neither did the canings, for that matter).
I used to be completely mortified one afternoon, about three weeks after he got here onto the scene, when Luke ordered me to scrub and element his behemoth of a pickup truck in our driveway, sporting nothing however a pink speedo and a white T-shirt with a picture two horns with a padlocked coronary heart within the center (each birthday items from Brooke) — clearly the horns of a cuckold to anybody within the know. However what was extra humiliating than the picture on the shirt was its size; it ended roughly 4 inches above the speedo. It will be one factor if I had washboard abs, however mine extra intently resembled jelly at that time (they by no means acquired to be washboard, however I did make important progress ultimately). Luke had not but bought my chastity cage presently, so I used to be erect all through the three hours it took me to finish my activity. And that was earlier than Luke’s inspection. I needed to work one other hour afterwards, addressing what he recognized because the shortcomings in my efforts.
It was then, naturally, that considered one of my college students walked by along with her boyfriend. Kelly was a sensible, fairly junior who had accomplished her second class with me within the spring semester that had not too long ago concluded. I used to be kneeling on the bottom scrubbing the crevices of a hubcap with a toothbrush once I heard her voice.
“Hello, Professor Rollins!”
“Oh, hello Kelly.” I stood up and grabbed the bucket I used to be utilizing to attempt to defend my erection from their view. I had by no means worn a speedo earlier than and located the the cosy match and artificial materials towards my cock to be fairly arousing. However, to be sincere, my complete humiliating ensemble, and the humiliating state of affairs through which I discovered myself — cleansing my spouse’s lover’s truck — have been all contributing to my undesirable arousal.
“I by no means would have pegged you for an outsized pickup sort of man.”
“Ha ha. You are fairly proper. I misplaced a guess with an outdated household buddy. The truck belongs to him.”
“What was the guess about? It should have a been a doozy.”
“Oh, we simply guess on an Ohio State soccer recreation.”
Kelly’s boyfriend mentioned, “But it surely’s July. It isn’t soccer season but.”
“Did I say soccer? I meant basketball.”
“The basketball season is over,” Kelly mentioned, grinning.
“Effectively to be sincere, I did not actually take note of what I used to be betting on. I do not comply with sports activities very intently. That is in all probability why I ought to by no means guess on them, I assume. Ha ha.”
“Come to consider it, I’ll have seen Mrs. Rollins having lunch on the diner with your loved ones buddy final week. I believe I bear in mind seeing the truck parked out entrance. Is he a younger, tall man with darkish brown hair?”, requested Kelly.
“That is him,” I mentioned.
“Effectively, if I do not see you once more, professor, have an awesome remainder of your summer season.”
“You too, Kelly.”
“And watch out of these bets,” she mentioned over her shoulder, as they walked away. I heard the 2 of them crack up as they acquired midway down the block.
I resumed my scrubbing, my face roasting within the July solar and in my disgrace.