Page 15 of Training Maisy

Chapter 10

“Come on, you can do it. Up, up,” Carter was saying in Maisy’s ear as she attempted to pull herself back up. They were doing sit-ups on an inclined bench, and Maisy’s stomach hurt so much she was afraid she may have ruptured her appendix.

“Don’t give up now. Six more to go,” Carter said, in a voice Maisy called his drill sergeant voice. It was different from the normal voice he used to tell her good job, or well done. She had begun to realize that she just couldn’t refuse him when he used his drill sergeant voice. The need to please and obey him, she was beginning to suspect, went deeper than her wanting to obey her personal trainer. She was still sexually attracted to him, even more than before. And hearing him tell her to do this or lift that or stop and hold it right there just did things to her down under, and she still blushed at times.

“Okay, four more to go.”

“I can’t do four,” Maisy wanted to say, but what came out from her mouth was a garble of incomprehensible words.

“No talking, just keep up till you finish this set. You can do it.”

Maisy came back up, struggling to catch her breath, and said, “I can’t do it; my stomach hurts like hell.”

“Then you know it’s working. Keep going. One more . . .” He stood over her till she dropped back down and struggled to come up, finishing the set. Immediately after she had, she collapsed in a heap on the floor, rolling over to her stomach.

“You know, I think the reason why you make me do this till I can barely stand up is because you know if I have one ounce of energy in me, I’ll probably strangle you,” Maisy said, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

“That can’t be the reason why, because then you won’t have any energy to do the next exercise. Stand up.”

“Hell no, I’m staying down here.”

“Get up,” he repeated, this time in his drill sergeant voice, and Maisy grudgingly stood up and followed him to a set of bars that had been screwed to the wall, another bar hanging horizontally above it.

“We’re doing pull-ups next,” he said as he brought the bar just a bit lower, but still high enough that Maisy wasn’t sure she could even reach it.

“I can’t do that,” she said to him seriously now.

“You always say that.”

“No, I’m really serious. I can’t,” Maisy said, ready to give up and even begin to doubt she could ever be really as fit as she wanted to be. Three days already of body-breaking workout and she hadn’t lost a single pound, the scale still saying the same thing it had been saying. She remembered something Eric had said one time when they went shopping for clothes together, and Maisy found it hard to get a type of jeans she liked that fit her. Eric, who had followed her, was already beginning to get pissed off at the delay, and Maisy found herself apologizing again and again to him.

“Don’t worry, honey. Nothing you can do about the fact that you’re fat; guess some people were born to be that way,” he had said, smiling at her in support. His statement had stung her that day, but today she was wondering if maybe he was right. Her mom and dad weren’t exactly thin, so it may be that it was just in her genes to be fat. She suddenly didn’t feel like continuing with her workout, wanting instead to find a store and get the biggest container of ice cream they had and gorge herself. Thinking about Eric had depressed her so greatly, and she was trying to figure out a way to tell Carter she was no longer interested. Her body ached so badly, yet he was pushing her to do more.

“I’m serious, Carter. I may fall and break something if I get on that machine.”

“That’s enough,” Carter responded in his no-nonsense voice. “I have about had enough of you complaining about everything I tell you to do. Trust me, I would never tell you to do something you cannot do. If I say do something, it’s because I know you can do it. Okay?” He sounded low and just a little bit pissed, which made Maisy just a little pissed, and she angrily stepped forward and grabbed the bar, pulling herself up. Then she promptly fell back.

“Okay, that’s it,” Carter said, sounding serious now. “You didn’t even try at all.”

“Yes, I did,” Maisy retorted angrily.

“No, you didn’t; now get back on that bar and give me five sets of ten reps, or I swear to God, I’ll spank you so hard, your ass will be the one getting a work out today.”

Maisy gaped and looked at him to confirm he wasn’t joking, and the look in his eye just dared her to challenge him.

“Like hell, you will.”

“Well, why don’t you try me and see?” he replied, and this time Maisy was sure he was dead serious. She got on the bar and lifted herself up, managing to complete nine reps of a single set, before she dropped low. Not out of exhaustion, but to see if he was going to follow through with his threat.

“That isn’t high enough; go higher,” he told her, but Maisy just gave a half-hearted attempt before coming back down. After a few seconds without a response from him, she figured he was just bluffing and went to pull herself up when suddenly her eyes widened as she felt it. The full imprint of his palm on her ass as he spanked her hard. She could almost not believe it, then it came again, this time harder. Maisy realized she was aroused by the sheer naughtiness of the act. But even more importantly, she realized she didn’t give a damn.

“Wasn’t playing when I told you I was going to spank, and if I see you not doing your best to do what I tell you, I’m spanking you again.” His voice was deep and serious, causing a shiver to course through Maisy’s body. The smooth cadence of his words elicited a deeply sexual reaction in her, and she wasn’t fighting it this time. Acutely aware of him behind her in a way she had never been before, she lifted herself up and back down, going as high as she could.

“Good girl, that’s how to do it,” she heard him say and was glad he was pleased with her effort.

“Come on, you can do it,” he said as she went for the next lift, and the next, happy every time he complimented her, and listening to his instruction on how she should lift herself. She finished three sets and was going for her fourth when it seemed she could just not lift herself higher.

“Come on, baby girl,” he said, and Maisy suspected he knew just what he was doing to her.

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