My personal weight coach

My best friend is Sylvia, a tomboy whom I knew from high school. After graduating from high school, we stayed in touch with each other. And from time to time, usually a few times a year, we visit each other.

During one visit at her place, my former classmate remarked:

"Sam, you have a littly belly, haven't you?" I nodded, and replied:

"Yes, I am a little bit overweight."

"Do you have plans to do something about it?"

"I intend to do physical exercises, but you know..." "You mean you haven't the discipline to do so?" "Yes."

Then Sylvia got a big smile on her face.

"Maybe, I can help you."

A little bit amazed, I asked:

"How?"

"I can help you with your lack of discipline."

"Please, explain."

"What you need is a clear program of exercises, and weight loss targets  with deadlines. I can make schedule for you. Let's say that you have to lose five kilograms in six months, we could agree that each month you try to get rid of one kilogram."

"I understand your schedule. However, the problem is that you need to do exercises, and if I forget those... You know."

"I see, and therefore it's necessary that there are consequences if you don't lose your with in time."

"Consequences? What consequences?" I curiously asked my friend.

Sylvia stood up, and left the living. A few moments later she returned, now with a whip in her hands.

"I got this whip as a birthday present a few years ago."

I didn't need a further explanation what my former classmate meant with consequences.

"So you're going to whip me, if I don't lose enough weight?" "Exactly."

To my own surprise I wasn't shocked. On the contrary I felt a little bit excited by Sylvia's proposal.

"The first thing we need to do, is to establish how much weight you need to lose," Sylvia explained to me. "Hence I need to measure your length and weight." "Yes."

"Sam, could you take off your clothes, please? Only your boxer short can you keep on." "Yes, I could."

And slowly I started to remove my clothes. Meanwhile Sylvia collected a measuring tape and a weight scale. And when was standing in my boxer, the young woman said:

"Go stand against the wall."

I did what Sylvia instructed me. And when I stood against the wall, she put a small pencil line on the wall at the height of the top of my head. Subsequently she measured the length from the floor to the line. Thereafter I had to stand on the scale, and she noted down my weight.

Then my former classmate took her smartphone, and she entered my length and weight into some app.

"Sam, according to this app, you're six kilograms overweight. Hence I would suggest, that we agree that you will lose half an kilogram every two weeks." "That seems reasonable." "All right, then I suggest the following rules to follow. First, you will do twice a day ten minutes of exercises, I will give you list of suggestions you could do. Second, you will only take three meals a day. If you follow these rules you will lose your weight according to our schedule."

Sylvia took a short break.

"I will only measure your weight, that's the only way I will check what you do. But if you haven't met your target I will whip you. For each kilogram above schedule, you will receive ten strokes with this whip.

"And once you are at your proper weight, we will continue this program, but then to keep you on your right weight. Okay?" "Yes, Sylvia."

Since I thought we were finished, I tried to collect my clothes. But my friend stopped me.

"Before you put your clothes back on, I suggest you will receive ten strokes with the whip. In that way, you will know what it felt to be whipped." "Okay." "Put your hands on your knees, and bent over." "Yes, Sylvia."

When I was in position, she hit me with her whip.

"Sam, I will whip you with harshly, because it's intended as a deterrent. Severe pain is therefore necessary." "I understand."

And after ten force full blows, I had difficulty to sit for the next few days. According to my best friend Sylvia this would keep me line with my exercises. And she was quite right, at least for the first few weeks...

After work

As a college student I had a job at a second hand bookshop owned by Marylin Stretton, who was twelve years my senior. I used by Ms. Stretton's only employee, and I used to work two days a week for her. The bookstore was located in the historical inner city of town with some 100,000 residents.

At one day, a Saturday in June, I overslept myself and hence I was late at work. Of course, I offered my apologies to my employer when I arrived at work. She seemed to accept my apologies, and urged me to do my job. I thought this would be the last thing about it, but I couldn't have be more wrong than that.

After a busy day, the shop closed at five o'clock in the afternoon. While I did some cleaning, Marylin went to the office to count the money box. Usually this wouldn't take more than half an hour. But when my employer and I were finished with our respective tasks, Ms. Stretton called me to her office.

"Young man, this morning you have been thirty minutes late at work." "I am sorry, Ma'am." "I've heard your apologies. But I am not quite satisfied, yet. You perfectly know that Saturday is the busiest day of the week, especially in summer with all those tourists in town. Therefore I need an extra pair of hands to keep this business running." "I see, Ma'am" "It's good you got my point. However, I believe you need a firm reminder that you have to be at work in time."

I was surprised, and what did she mean with "a firm reminder"? After a short, but tense, pause Marylin Stretton explained what she meant.

"You're a great boy, so I will treat you as one. Since you are perfectly aware of misdeeds and why these are wrong, you have to understand that things have consequences." I asked her: "What consequences, Ma'am?" My employer smiled at me, and said: "You will see."

Ms. Stretton stood up and walk to a closet. Then she produced a school cane from the closet. Subsequently she looked at me:

"Young man, bent yourself over my desk." Due to her stern voice, I obeyed this order without hesitation. After I had taken my position, my employer walked towards me. But at approximately one meter away from me, she stood still.

"Young man, since you was thirty minutes late, you will get thirty strokes with this cane. And you will count ever stroke loudly, and if you don't will start again at zero. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I do, Ma'am."

Then without warning I received the first hit on my seat. An intense shock of pain traversed through my body, but nevertheless I was quickly enough to count "One". The second hit came almost immediately after I had counted the first. Despite the shock of the second hit, I also counted this. Marylin repeated this until hit number ten, after which she took a short break.

The next series of ten strokes was administered in the same fashion as the first ten strokes. Shocks of intense pain traversed my body. Though I happily able to count each and every hit with the cane. After a second short break the third and final series of strokes followed.

After finishing the last series, Marylin let me gain my breath by letting me stand in my position for a few more minutes. Thereafter, she said:

"Young man, I hope you will never be late at work again." "I won't be, Ma'am." While I was allowed to stand up, the woman grasped me and give me a hug. Without resistance I surrendered myself to her. Marylin whispered in my ears: "You have got your punishment, my boy. Everything is fine now."