Another Lion Trip

It’s finally Thursday. I’ve been thinking it was Thursday all week. Now it feels like Friday. It’s not because I was trying to hurry the week along. Lion leaves on another business trip Sunday. I don’t like when he’s gone. I’m lonely without him. It will be worse this time. He usually leaves on Monday. This time I’ll have all day Sunday without him. Yuck!

Last night we didn’t play. We were both tired and out of it. Lion snoozed a bit so he felt better. I didn’t so I was still out of it. I probably could have played with him but I just want to get better and I figured I still needed rest. We just held hands.

On a normal day, I realize how lucky I am to have Lion. Some days, it completely baffles me how I got so lucky. I mean, if you think about it, there are millions of people out there. How do you find “the one” out of all of them? And it’s not like he’s just someone who’s good enough to marry. He’s the one I’m supposed to be with. Even after all these years, it still feels right. Actually, it feels perfect.

We have had our disagreements over the years. I’ve usually clammed up and let him win by default. But they haven’t even been big disagreements. We didn’t have many problems when he was out of work. Yes, we had financial problems. I mean relationship problems. We just navigated through it. It wasn’t his fault. Things rarely are his fault or my fault. We just don’t relate that way. Instead of saying, “You forgot to do this”, we figure out how to fix the problem.

Rolling with the punches may not seem to fit in with FLR. It all depends on what the rules are. Forgetting to take the garbage out or not making dinner are not rules. They’re chores that we both share equally. Can I make a rule that says it’s Lion’s job to take out the garbage? Yup. And he would go along with it. But who broke my legs? Why can’t I take out the garbage? Not that I’m saying I should be the one who always takes out the garbage. We’re doing perfectly fine ignoring it till one of us cracks and takes it out. It’s not that we’re each hoping the other does it. Why doesn’t he/she just take this out already? It’s more of a time and attitude issue. I don’t have time or energy to take it out. Maybe later. And then one of us is surprised when it’s gone.

Anyway, I digress. My point is that I am extremely lucky to have Lion. He worries that I’ll find someone else better for me. I don’t see that happening. It doesn’t really matter anyway. I’m not looking. I’ve got my soulmate.

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A Most Painful Meal

I sometimes suggest a post to read that might interest Mrs. Lion.  I thought about it and realized it’s interesting what I don’t suggest. I tend to point her at posts about spanking and strict domestic discipline. The conversations I have about the material I read, invariably centers on spanking as the punishment of choice. Last night she served it up again. I got some food on my shirt and was rewarded with four very hard swats with one of her most vicious paddles. In fact, I begged her to stop. I looked at her and plaintively said, “Please.” She did stop. I don’t think my begging was the reason. She told me that she had planned to provide less swats with more power. I could feel the sting for hours. I really hate spilling food.

If you consider punishment a meal, it generally has at least two courses. The “appetizer” is the scolding. This is when the disciplining wife verbally informs her husband how she feels about the offending behavior. This is generally done with the male in the spanking position. Some women start with a first course of spanking. After it is determined that the male understands he did something wrong, she stops and scolds him. When she is done, she informs him that he will now be punished. She spanks him until she is satisfied he understands how she feels and will not repeat the offense.

The spanking, of course, is the entree. I never discuss “dessert” with Mrs. Lion. This is often fifteen minutes of corner time with the male standing in a corner or against a wall holding a coin up with his nose. He isn’t permitted to touch his bottom or move away. If the coin drops, the spanking is repeated in its entirety. Some disciplining wives give “writing assignments.” The male must write a phrase like “I will always remember to wait for my wife  to eat before I do.” over and over. Often he has to sit on a scratchy surface that will amplify the results of his spanking. If he doesn’t complete the assignment neatly and for the full number of repetitions, he must do it all again.

Sometimes, for less serious offenses, he gets a “soaping.” That is when his wife thoroughly wets a bar of soap, rubs it everywhere in his mouth, and then makes him hold the bar in his mouth for at least 15 minutes. Yuck!

There’s a good reason that I don’t discuss this with Mrs. Lion: I absolutely don’t want these things happening to me. Even though a spanking hurts horribly, I do get a little sexual thrill at the thought. There is no such thrill when I consider other childish punishments. I don’t want to suffer any of them. I imagine I feel about those the same way other people feel about spanking.

Maybe Mrs. Lion prefers simple meal. A filling main course served to me is sufficient for her. So far it has served her well. She has expressed some interest in finding a substitute for spanking when it comes to lesser offenses. For example, when I forgot to wear my training collar, she decided to zap me with it as a way to punish me for forgetting to wear it. The first time she tried it, I didn’t get much of a message. It could be she needs to apply a higher setting, or maybe try another non-spanking punishment.

The idea of the punishment fitting the crime has a sort of symmetry to it. I have an idea and I don’t want to give my lioness a thought I will have a lot of time to regret. Let’s just say that there is a very unpleasant way to deal with me eating first. Yuck! Now I’m not suggesting that Mrs. Lion change her approach to discipline. I’ve assiduously avoided making that suggestion for a long time. For the record, I’m not making it now. However, when it comes to the punishment menu, I don’t get to select the items I want. She orders for me.

[Mrs. Lion — We have a board around here somewhere with the same scratchy material that is on some of our paddles. I wondered recently where it wandered off to, but I didn’t actually look for it. Lion used to sit on it after a play spanking to accentuate the pain. And we bought Ivory soap several years ago specifically for Lion’s mouth. I just found the last bar on Sunday with the idea of using it in the shower for its intended purpose. However, if Lion feels the need for a soapy dessert, I can certainly give it to him.]

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