Balls, testicles, hairy bedonkers, nuts, family jewels are just a few names for that fleshy bag that hangs below the penis. I thought that many women don’t like them. I was wrong. In a small survey on Twitter, I asked women for their views on balls. To my surprise, none responded that they didn’t like them. Twenty percent said they only liked looking, forty percent liked touching, and forty percent enjoyed kissing them.
I didn’t expect that response. Of course, my sample came from women who follow me. They would be sexually open and biased toward male genitalia. Still, nearly half liked using their mouths there. Nice! I like my balls tickled and kissed. Licking is nice too. I didn’t ask about that. Mrs. Lion says that she is fond of my balls. She certainly enjoys torturing them. She likes to tie and separate them and then jerk me off. My tightly tied balls bounce on every stroke. She also likes covering them with clothespins of various types. Also, my most feared activity is Icy Hot or some other menthol or capsaicin rub applied there. The skin is much more sensitive than on my cock.
I love it when she tickles my balls. That feels good as foreplay and when she is sucking me. If she is using her hands, a finger (or two, or something larger) up my ass simultaneously is very hot. Mrs. Lion is especially fond of slapping my balls. I hate that. Well, if she uses a light item, like a paint stirrer, it gives me a nice sting. If she uses her hand, I get a nasty ache in my balls each time she swats. She claims that I need more “practice” to toughen me up. So far, she hasn’t followed up.
I think my balls are more attractive without hair. I think pubic hair, in general, is unnecessary—just one man’s opinion.
I finally dragged out the spanking bench last night. Lion said he hoped I’d put it off one more night. Nope. Sorry. He was feeling okay. I was tired, but it needed to be done. I’d pushed it off too many times. Sooner or later, it had to be done.
This time I wrestled the dog into her crate before I started whomping. I wasn’t going to let her get me upset again. Lion deserves my full attention, and he needs me to make sure I keep him safe. He still yelped, but this time I knew it was just him yelping and not because I was going too far. The only problem he had toward the end was worrying that blood would drip on the carpet. It did, but it will clean up.
This morning, Lion says his buns are sore but in a different way. Normally, they hurt when he sits. This time around, they hurt when he stands or walks. I don’t know what to make of that. He says the spanking was very effective. I have no idea what I did differently. Did I warm him up well and then hit harder? Did I hit medium strength for longer? I know I used some different paddles. One of them was a plastic/rubber paddle with bumps on it. For fun, I used one that looks like a meat tenderizer, but I didn’t hit hard because I know that makes him bleed. Maybe tenderizing him got him ready for deeper soreness. I’ll probably never be able to recreate what I did since I have no idea what I did. That’s a shame.
When I was getting ready for work this morning, Lion interrupted me a few times. I growled at him that he just needed to let me finish my thought. He wondered if he was in trouble. His buns are safe from more swats unless he continues to interrupt me. I told him he needed to watch his step. Maybe the first two interruptions are free or three strikes, and he’s out—something like that. I’m not unreasonable. Just don’t piss me off.
I’m sure his buns were glad to hear they wouldn’t be swatted again so soon. They need time to sulk too. It’s up to Lion how long they have to recover before being swatted next time.
Empathy can be the best friend or worst enemy of a disciplinary relationship. For example, if Mrs. Lion imagines how it would feel if I punished her the way she punishes me, her spankings would get much milder. That isn’t empathy. It’s identification. She is putting herself in my place. Empathy would understand how what she does makes me feel.
That’s the big catch for many people. There is no question that being punished is extremely unpleasant to me. It’s humiliating and painful. Mrs. Lion has learned that I need her to enforce my rules strictly. She may not know why, but the strict, disciplinary environment nourishes me. I’m calmer and happier when she doesn’t spare the paddle.
What if I’m unhappy and try to avoid that spanking? Does that signal my unhappiness with what she is doing? If I say I don’t want a spanking, Mrs. Lion will refrain or postpone my punishment. During a spanking, I may complain bitterly and beg Mrs. Lion not to hit so hard. She will ease up a bit if I do. Is this what I need?
The answers aren’t simple. If I ask for a spanking to be postponed, I could have a valid reason. I don’t ask unless I’m not feeling well. Mrs. Lion is right to put it off. But, for things to stay in balance, she should only postpone, never cancel. I try not to complain too much when being spanked. When Mrs. Lion approaches the point, I want to run away, telling her that she is hitting too hard. Should she back off? I don’t know. Probably she shouldn’t. She can tell when she may be accelerating the pace of my spanking too quickly. I’m the last person whose opinion she should follow.
This is the most difficult challenge a disciplinarian faces. Over time, Mrs. Lion has learned my reactions and has a good idea about how to spank me. She is learning to ignore most of my feedback. Interestingly, my last spanking followed an annoying encounter with our puppy. Mrs. Lion was upset. Her spanking was much more disciplinary than usual. She was in a no-nonsense mood and set to work with controlled intensity. She was very effective. I wonder if she can duplicate that in the future. Part of me hopes she can. The spanking was very effective. You know which part of me hopes she won’t.
Lion wasn’t feeling well last night. I postponed his punishment yet another night. At what point should I just cancel it? I’ve done that in the past. The truth is, Lion needs to be spanked. He’s probably long overdue. He was probably long overdue when I decided to punish him the other day. I’ve even thought about deducting time when it’s my fault for postponing it. After all, he gets time added for bad behavior. Shouldn’t he get time deducted for my “bad” behavior? I don’t think that would work. His reward for my postponing it is having a non-sore butt for another day. His sigh of relief is his reward.
The other night, Lion had a ruined orgasm. That’s supposed to be a spankable offense. I only agreed to it because Lion wanted me to agree to it. I think it’s a stupid idea. Should I add minutes to his punishment because he wasn’t feeling well last night? It’s not his fault any more than a ruined orgasm is his fault. If anything, a ruined orgasm is my fault. I didn’t stop in time. It doesn’t matter if he gave me a warning or not. If I was feeling particularly mean, I could create a ruined orgasm just to have a reason to spank him. He might have given me a warning, and I just didn’t stop in time – on purpose. Is that fair? I don’t think so.
I also don’t think it’s right to spank him for not getting it up. This is a little bit of a gray area, though. Spanking turns Lion on. Knowing he’s about to get one is sometimes enough to arouse him. Sitting on sore buns might also arouse him. The actual spanking turns him off. It’s difficult to be aroused when someone is blistering your butt. I assume some men have raging hard-ons during a spanking, but Lion is not one of them. I’m still willing to entertain the idea of spanking him for this. I may not use it often, if ever, but it’s a plausible concept.
Where do we stand with the current punishment? I want to say I’ll be whomping him tonight, but I know it’s not that simple. Shit happens. Right now, he’s due for ten minutes. If he does something stupid between now and then, he’ll have time added. He should be on his best behavior if he wants to avoid more time.
By the way, the last time I punished him, I was a bit overzealous. He told me I was hitting too hard. Sometimes he says that, and I’m not. I was the other night. I was annoyed at the dog. I took it out on Lion. This is why I’ve said I don’t want to whomp him when I’m angry at him. I don’t ever want to go overboard. The obvious response to his saying I’m hitting too hard is for me to back off. Is this the right thing to do? It depends on whether he’s just yelping to yelp or yelping because I’m actually hitting too hard. Theoretically, we have built-in rest areas. Lion may think it’s because my arm is tired (sometimes it is) or that I’m admiring my handiwork (and sometimes I am), but occasionally I pause to give his buns a chance to catch their breath, so to speak. I think it might help me if he said “yellow” if I needed to back off because I’m hitting too hard. Not just to get a break, but because I am approaching his limit. I haven’t hit it yet, but I’m redlining. Think of it as a warning light on your dashboard. You better stop what you’re doing when it comes on, or things may go very bad very quickly. If I don’t want to break Lion, I need to pay attention to the warning lights.
[Lion — I am aware of my safewords. I thought of calling “Yellow” last week but decided not to. If I say that Mrs. Lion is hitting too hard, that means I think she is. But, and this is important, it hasn’t reached the point that I would safeword “Yellow.” She can safely consider it just a particularly poignant yelp.]