I’ve been thinking about our flavor of domestic discipline. This practice, usually adopted by certain Christian sects, establishes male authority in the family by encouraging corporeal punishment of the wife by her husband. Behind the punishment is the premise that the wife must be blindly obedient to her husband. In practice, at least from what I’ve read, punishment is rare.
In our fledgling female led relationship, domestic discipline is a training tool for both of us. Most importantly, it requires Mrs. Lion to observe and respond to any slips in my behavior. This is a huge change for her. It also provides me with unpleasant consequences for disobedience. We need domestic discipline. At this point, without it we would lapse back into a sort of marital anarchy that generated anger and resentment. It’s hard work and we are far from consistent. Mrs. Lion is trying to improve that, but we haven;t found a way to achieve it. Maybe you have discovered the key to this.
I’ve been thinking that perhaps we should take a few minutes at dinner to review the day in terms of my behavior. I would confess even the smallest breech and Mrs. Lion would review what she observed. After dinner, Mrs. Lion can administer any needed corrections. I like this idea because it is also a chance to also tell each other what we liked about our day with each other. I am not suggesting that if there are a lot of good things, they cancel the misbehavior. I am convinced that for me to be truly happy with this, all infractions need retribution. I thrive in a consistent environment. In case you wondered, I do not like being spanked for punishment. I am not trying to provoke more swats.
On another front, Mrs. Lion told me that she felt mean when she got me hard without edging. That’s ironic. She reminisced that she used to think edging was mean. In one sense, any sexual stimulation without orgasm can be considered mean. Girls are taught not to tease boys that way. They learn to finish what the start or not start at all.
Mrs. Lion sees the distress when she edges me. She has learned to like my whimpers when the orgasm doesn’t come. Then why feel it is mean to just get me hard and keep me that way for a while? I think the answer is the same as it was for edging. Mrs. Lion knows that I expect to be edged if she starts playing with my penis. So, the reasoning goes, I will be disappointed if I don’t get edged. Well, a couple of years ago when she played with my penis I expected to ejaculate eventually. I’ve learned that isn’t going to happen very often and expect to be edged.
I don’t see why I won’t also learn that being played with just to make me hard is an expected outcome of lioness attention. Mrs. Lion crossed the classic boundary of being “mean” years ago. The idea of making me hard just cause she can is no meaner than edging me. It’s just another expression of her control.
We both have a lot to learn.