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I want to help Kiara get in shape.
She'll complain about not managing to zip up her shorts, probably implying that she needs new ones. I'll ask how her weight loss is going, and she'll say it's kind of stalled. I'll insist on getting out the scale, and we'll see but not only has she not lost any weight, but she's gained some, climbing up to 65 kilo. I'll ask if she's been keeping to her diet and she'll say yes, but her eyes will dart to the side with a twinge of guilt.
I'll mention that I accidentally found a receipt from the store while taking out the trash and it had an extra large bag of cookies in it. I haven't been eating sweets either so as to not serve as a bad example, so who are they for, and is that the only bad food she's eaten this week, and how can I be sure it isn't?
She'll break down and ask to be disciplined again. It's not really a choice, but she gets extra points. She'll take her shorts down to her ankles and lie down across my lap. I'll start slow, but ramp up, alternating between buttcheeks. Her red panties will serve as a nice reference guide to what her butt is supposed to look like. She'll be on the verge of tears already when she stands up when I get to 65, but she's not free to go — the terms we have agreed to is double for lying, on the bare, and she'll deny me the pleasure to pull down her panties myself. As she lays down, her back is always perfectly arched, a really nice access to the softest and most sensitive part of her plump butt — the one that touches the chair when she sits down. I will focus most of my attention there, not worrying about the damage to my own hand, enjoying her trying and failing to manage to keep count out loud while tears are drowning out her voice.
Finally, when it's over, I'll give her a big hug and tell her she's a good girl. It's not fully a lie, and I haven't consented to not telling them, after all. I will manage to zip up her shorts afterwards as well, though they bring a lot of discomfort to her now, and she will give me a quick peck on the cheek as she saunters out. She'll be back soon enough.
