For the first time in a long long time, she was really excited about a lesson. Not because Jay was super interesting or a barrel of laughs in any way. But she was curious to know; had he done the exercises? Had he done them well and not half-assedly as she more or less expected? He didn't seem too eager about the exercise the last time, though that might just be his generally not very enthusiastic personality.
The very first thing he did as she opened the door was to look straight in her eyes! It didn't last long, it was if he realized 'oh shit! She's looking into my eyes! Danger!' and quickly looked down, then stood still, doing almost exactly nothing. But it still counted as progress in her eyes.
She studied him briefly to see if he had learned how to say hello the proper way, but apparently not. Instead of waiting any longer to see if he would go for it, she grabbed his collar and yanked him towards her. That caught him by surprise so he fell onto her more than anything like some slightly forced Ponyo hug. Ponyo hugs are nice ( Google it! ), but having to force him onto her kinda ruined part of the magic.
In return, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. Tightly. That made her smile and she squeezed him equally hard back. Feeling the need to one-up him, she slapped his ass. It wasn't a friendly little tap for fun. Well, it was fun. But it was also quite hard. The sound echoed loudly in the hall, though her neighbors were probably used to all kinds of sounds coming from her apartment like that by now.
He must have interpreted her slap as a cue that the hug had lasted long enough. Which it wasn't, but not wanting to give him that impression she slapped her hand back on his butt and felt and squeezed it a little. She caught herself thinking that he had a cut ass she let her hands wander up his back, still hugging and leaning lightly on him.
Taking a few steps back, she finally greeted him as if nothing happened; "Hello, Jay! How are you?"
He smiled a bit and replied "butt hurts a bit, but otherwise I'm good"
"You have a cute little butt, couldn't resist hitting it" she grinned back at him. After a short moment of silence ( though in her mind it was unbearably long ) long she continued "Did you do the exercises?"
"I did most of them" he was clearly getting a little nervous she would be upset. Which, of course, made it extra fun.
"You didn't do
all
of them?" her voice got a touch sharper, stressing the word 'all', making it clear she did indeed expect him to do them all
"No... I'm sorry! I did all except one. I was just so tired and unmotivated." he was looking down onto the floor in his usual way now, seemingly upset at not having done what she had ordered. Or just worried about the consequences.
"So you skipped one, but did the other eight?" she inquired.
A brief pause before he finally simply asked "Yes. Just skipped the one"
"Well then... As your funishment, you're gonna go change and do the exercises for me. Twice. First one I'll be just observing. Second round I'll be 'encouraging' you a little"
The look on his face was priceless! He didn't say anything, he didn't have to. It was clear that every fiber of him was uncomfortable being watched as he exercised and she knew right then that this was the best punishment she could ever have picked.
His first run through the exercises was about what she expected. All exercises were done in a lazy, half-assed way. Clearly she needed to do her magic and give him some encouragement during the next run. She could feel a big, malicious grin spreading across her face as she envisioned how the second one would be.
Five minutes after his first run through the exercises it was time to make him do the exercises properly. She mentally rubbed her hands together in glee while speaking in her normal, excited voice; "Right! Now start over, and I don't want those slow sissy push-ups you did last time. Also, of timing it,
I
will tell you when you're done."
The abundance of pressure she put on the 'I' made it very clear she would make him work for it. But to really drive home that point she added in a touch of her sharp, commanding, and confident voice just for that one vowel. Tiny little dynamics in the voice like that usually helped hammer in the point.
One thing it did do was cause him to immediately do push-ups in a frenzy. No words escaped his mouth, he just dropped down and started his exercises. It was amusing to see the difference. Last time it was slow as fuck. This time, though, it was more like he was trying to set a world record after having ingested a great deal of caffeine, speed, and whatever else would make it generally look like your ass was on fire.
Amused, she let him do his thing for just a few seconds. She knew full well he wouldn't last long at that pace, it was just so entertaining to watch how hard he was trying now compared to before.
"Okay, slow down. Instead do big push-ups, going fully down and fully up." He instantly obliged, going all the way down, and all the way up. A lot slower, but now she could keep him going for longer and make sure he did the exercises correctly instead of... Whatever he was doing previously.
Throughout the exercises, he never once looked at her. Not even at her feet. It wasn't like he ever had a convenient moment to look at her, though. Whenever he seemed to slow down, she would tell him to not slack off. Always in a somewhat sharp, commanding voice, and it always got him moving faster for a while. His punishments were going to be blood, sweat, and tears. Well, maybe not blood, this time. But definitely copious amounts of sweat and quite possibly a few tears from his sheer determination to do whatever he could to placate her.
Naturally, she 'let' him do every exercise longer than she had originally instructed, it was a punishment after all. Then about halfway through the exercises came the pullups. She had from the very first moment she saw his body, or maybe even from the when she initially read his letter, known that there was no way in hell he'd be able to do a pull-up unless his life depended on it.
This time his life didn't depend on it. Instead, he had her trying to make him obey, which often had a similar effect. He grabbed onto the pull-up bar and just hung there in anticipation. "What are you waiting for!? Pull your ass up that bar" externally she sounded like she downright expected him to be able to get up at least once. Internally she was hoping she could coax at least one out of him.
When he didn't move, just looking up and drawing deep breaths she realized she needed to pull out some bigger guns. 'This is gonna be fun' she thought to herself as he got 'the voice' ready.
"NOW!"
Countless hours had gone by just practicing that voice. It was loud, clear, and sharp without sounding shrill. It was spoken with absolute confidence, the word dragged out just a tiny little bit for added emphasis. What you get when you add all that together, is an instinctive reaction of almost sheer panic.
It was the first time she had ever used that voice on him and it had an instant effect. He didn't even draw his breath, he just started inching his way towards the top. Spurred on by a few "keep going" and "don't you dare stop" spoken in a similar, but definitely not as harsh voice, he finally reached the top.
That was obviously a huge exertion and he almost fell back towards the floor. She could feel an immense sensation of pride and what he'd done, spurred on by her commanding him. It made her happy to see just how far she could make him push himself for her, just by using that voice.
His reward was just a 'good girl', but it was spoken in her very enthusiastic, warm, and friendly voice that was brimming with pride. That would let him know she still loved him and that she was very proud of him, she figured he needed that.
As an added bonus, he got a slightly longer break. Both so that he could have some more time to enjoy the accomplishment of doing a full pull up, but also just so that he could regain some breath before the next half.
Knowing full well that the pull-ups would exhaust his arms in particular when she made the routine, the next few exercises relied on other muscle groups. Which meant that she could keep pushing him as hard as she had during the first few exercises. All the remaining exercises were of the type which he had done more or less correctly on his first run-through. She corrected him whenever he did something incorrectly and kept on pushing him like she had, seizing every opportunity to squeeze some more sweat out of him.
The very last exercise was the plank. Which was nice because it's a static exercise so it's never really a question of putting effort into it, it's just a matter of keeping the position. "Since it's the last exercise, I want you to keep it for 90 seconds instead of the usual 30" again there was nothing in her voice that suggested this was anything else than an absolute order. He didn't reply, as usual. Though this time it was mostly from him being too exhausted to speak. All seemed able to do was to assume the position in silence.
As he approached 30 seconds the grimaces started to appear. Holding on by what seemed like pure determination to do everything he could to hold on.
The grimaces grew more and more intense and at the 60-second mark, his limbs started to shake, yet she didn't say anything just yet.
15 seconds later she moved in, standing with her foot directly under his face. And because she is who she is, she put one foot on him, riiight between the shoulder blades, applying just the tiniest bit of weight onto him as she began the countdown.
"10!"
Knowing the end was in sight he grew more determined. He stiffened up, holding himself higher.
"9! 8! 7! 6!"
Grunting noises escaped his mouth, but he was determined!
Just to mess with him and to see what noises she could make him make she added more weight to his shoulders.
Some mumbled, gruffly noises that by an astonishing coincidence sounded like 'bitch' escaped his mouth. It was quite hard to tell, it might have just been huffing noises. But it would be so much more amusing if he said 'bitch', so that's what he said.
"5! 4! 3!"
More weight was applied to his back. Far from enough to lift her off the ground. But definitely enough that she would be calling the person standing on her 'bitch'. Actually, she probably would have dug deeper down in her vocabulary of malediction if someone did this to her.
"2! 1! Aaaaaan done!"
As soon as she said it, he collapsed on the floor. Completely motionless and still apart from his rapidly heaving chest. Lungs and heart working hard from all the effort she had pushed him through.
Without saying anything, she sat down on her knees next to him and stroked his back gently. She wasn't sure if he noticed or not, she just sat there stroking his back gently, giving him time to catch his breath.
"How are you feeling? Want me to help you up?" Her tone was back to her gentle and friendly tone she had used after having fun with his nipples during the previous session. Friendly, but with a hint of amusement at what he had done.
His response was to silently move to get up, not saying a word, just slow almost pained movements. It seemed like he barely had the energy to move his hands, so she grabbed onto him and pulled him up. As she held onto him tightly, he was leaning heavily onto her, barely able to stand, even with her holding him up. "Good girl! I'm proud of you" she said with a big smile in her voice and kissed him on his cheek and stroked his hair.
After having given him a few moments to gather himself she threw him a water bottle so he could replenish some of that he had lost through what seemed to be a small lake's worth of sweat.
