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Lion was surprised that I wasn’t going to punish him last night for his weekend infractions. Monday night is punishment night, but he says I’ve been punishing closer to the infraction lately. I’m not sure I have. I know I gave him his swats the night he did things a few times, but not always. I haven’t really been keeping track.

He was also surprised that he didn’t get an orgasm last night. He was sure, given it was Sunday night, that he’d get to come. I’m not sure what Sunday night has to do with anything, but he was wrong. As I’ve told my poor Lion for the past week or so, he was unhappy with the two orgasms two days apart and he asked me to make him wait longer. He never stipulated how much longer “longer” is so here we are. Of course, he really has no say in how much longer “longer” is. I do. I just don’t think it’s been longer yet.

Lion decided last night that he shouldn’t have an orgasm on punishment night. He says it sends mixed signals. Really? Says who? Couldn’t the orgasm happen because he took his punishment like a man and didn’t try to get away? I guess not because so far Lion shows no sign of being able to take a punishment without trying to get away and I don’t see that ending tonight. Maybe he’ll surprise me tonight. But it doesn’t matter since he doesn’t think he should get an orgasm on punishment night. The silly boy really does need to learn to keep his mouth shut.

With the cage on its way back to Mature Metal, Lion has been having some trouble keeping his hands off of my weenie. He suggested wearing the training collar so I can zap him if he touches. He’s very aware of his behavior when the collar is on so there was no need to zap him. Except I wanted to zap him. So I did. He jumped a foot off the bed. Those zapper tips really do make close contact with his skin.

So now Lion won’t get his orgasm tonight whether I was going to give him one or not. He has no idea how much longer he has to wait. All he knows is that he’s going to get his punishment swats tonight. Let’s see what other brilliant ideas he has to delay his orgasm.

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A few weeks ago, I discovered a blog that has made a real change in my life. The blogger has been a disciplining wife for some time. The blog is Wife’s In Charge. It focuses primarily on the physical punishments the blogger administers and most recently, received.

If you’ve been reading here for a while, you know that I have an interest in spanking. When I asked Mrs. Lion to take charge, she chose spanking as the way she would punish me. It started with rather mild spankings and wasn’t very effective as a way to absolve me of guilt or to modify my behavior. Over time, the spankings have become more severe, but there was still something missing. Enter the bloggers.

Dianne, writer of Wife’s In Charge, wrote a post about punishing her husband (You can read it here). I was turned on reading her account, but I was also a little suspicious because of her reference to panties and precum. Still, it was very clear that Dianne knew her subject. The next few posts followed over a short time. This is the order I read them: First, Second, Third, Fourth, and the most recent post from the other day.

I have a great deal in common with Dianne’s husband, Bob. I commented that her focus on spanking as true punishment was new to me. Here’s what she wrote in response:

“That is very interesting and your right I do have a very deep seeded belief that spanking is for punishment for bad behavior. And also it’s a tool to correct that behavior. This does come from being spanked while growing up by my mom. Like you, Bob was not spanked growing up except for a few paddlings he got in school. But never from his mom and dad. So not getting them and hearing about or knowing his friends got them instilled a curiosity in him. That curiosity of what it would be like eventually turned into a sexual trigger for him as he got older especially hearing from his friend Dee in detail her spanking from her mom. Anyway what I’m trying to say is that spanking became sexual for Bob to where for me my view of spanking was always a punishment.

“So with that said I couldn’t understand why anyone would want a spanking or definitely couldn’t understand what was exciting about it.

“But after understanding Bob’s needs I began to see the benefit a good spanking could provide as far as atoning for things and releasing feelings of guilt. Really it was the same thing when I got them growing up it’s just as an adult now I see things more clearly.”

There’s no question that the idea of being spanked is very hot for me. Sometimes I am hard when Mrs. Lion begins. The erection doesn’t last long. Bob and I are very much alike. Maybe Dianne is a good role model for Mrs. Lion.

The biggest revelation I got from Dianne’s writing seems obvious when I mention it, but neither Mrs. Lion nor I really understood it: Spanking is supposed to be painful; very painful. The entire point of a spanking is to inflict as much pain as possible without permanent damage to the spankee. I can hear you muttering, “Duh!” Well, we really didn’t consider it. In fact, Mrs. Lion tried to find implements that would inflict pain I could handle. In other words, sensation that wouldn’t hurt so much I would object.

I told Mrs. Lion about this insight. She thought about it and agreed. My next spanking was all about hurting me as much as possible. It’s true that Mrs. Lion stops before it gets to the point I might cry. Since she has no experience as a disciplinarian, she is sensibly feeling her way gradually. I’m sure that each spanking will be more painful until we both feel that it is effective as an appropriate punishment for me.

The very fact that I am writing that the spanking needs to go further is a good sign I need more intensity. If the pain rises to the point I absolutely want to avoid it, you can bet your bottom dollar that I won’t be writing about intensity here!

That brings me to another important point that Dianne brought to the front of my mind: self reporting. I owe it to Mrs. Lion and myself to advise Mrs. Lion when I’ve broken a rule. True, it would help if she asks me to tell her if I’ve done something wrong. But if she doesn’t, I’m being dishonest if I fail to tell her. Dishonesty is something that certainly deserves strict retribution.

This most recent flurry of posts about spanking is, I think, a sign of growth in our female led relationship. We may be ready to move to a higher level. Dianne’s marriage is a good role model for us. I’m very happy to have found her blog. I’m hoping she will teach both of us how to grow in our disciplinary relationship.

 

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Lion and I were chatting today at lunch when he got something on his shirt. He wasn’t sure what it was. I told him if it was just water and didn’t make a stain he wouldn’t be in trouble. We both waited in anticipation. Lion said it didn’t really matter. He was in trouble anyway. That may be true, but the ferocity and number of swats can vary. He said he wasn’t in charge of the volume control. I agreed, but said he was in control of the on-off switch.

By that I meant he controls whether he gets punished or not. If he misbehaves, he gets punished. If he behaves, he doesn’t get punished. On or off. But the more I think about it, the more I realize he also controls the volume. Spilling something on his shirt is not the worst thing he can do. Punishment for that alone shouldn’t be severe. Interrupting me is a biggy. He’ll get harder swats for that. Unauthorized touching of my weenie is a major infraction. He’s going to feel that one.

In essence, the punishment should fit the crime. Since he can control whether he commits an offense, he does control the volume. He may not feel that way right now since he’s on the hook for not thanking me for a punishment and for touching Mr. Weenie (again!). He may think that it doesn’t matter if he spills food or interrupts because his butt will already be a lovely shade of black and blue on Monday night, but I can hit harder and longer depending on how far he wants to push things. I’m using a paddle. It won’t hurt me. And I can swat with both arms.

Lion definitely needs to be careful which buttons he chooses to push. I know he doesn’t do things on purpose, but if he thinks it doesn’t matter after a certain point he is mistaken. After all, it’s his butt on the line.

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pickle on plate
It was just a pickle.

“Just think how good it will feel when you finally get to come.”

Great googa mooga! She really said that.

The other night after a very intense edging session, Mrs. Lion saw my urgent look and said that line. She did; with a straight face. I have no idea how she meant it, but that simple sentence sent a complex and surprisingly welcome message to me.

Earlier last week we were watching “Wheel of Fortune” on TV. Mrs. Lion is very good at guessing the answers. She should go on. We could win a year’s supply of Rice-a-Roni and maybe a trip somewhere warm. When one of the contestants was being interviewed, she said, “I have three kids; George, Jane, and Bill.”

Pat Sajak, the witty talk show host, asked, “How old are they?”

She replied, “7, 10, and 34. I’m married to the oldest.”

The other female contestants and Mrs. Lion laughed knowingly. Later, I asked Mrs. Lion about that line. I wondered if other women refer to their husbands that way. She said that most do.

“Even you?”

“Of course.”

Just like that. Matter of fact tone of voice. When she told me to think how good it would feel when I finally come, she was talking to her oldest kid: me. Maybe a light bulb turned on in her head too.

On Friday, the next day, she decided I should pack up the Jail Bird and send it back to Mature Metal. The security screw keeps loosening up after only a day of wear. Mature Metal informed me that this happens quite often and they suggest the screw should be used only on devices that stay locked in place at least three weeks. Mrs. Lion and I decided we would just get the ring rethreaded and continue using the security screw even though I get a bit of time in the yard every day.

Anyway, she removed the device and I cleaned it in our ultrasonic jewelry cleaner. I then packed it up for shipping. When I got back into the bedroom, Mrs. Lion disappeared into our extra room where a lot of impact toys are stored. She came back with a very heavy rubber paddle. When I was topping, bottoms told me this was my meanest toy.

I asked her what she was going to do with it.

“Spank you, of course.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t you forget to wear your training collar when we went to dinner? Didn’t you start eating before me?”

“It was just a pickle. We hadn’t been served yet.”

[Lioness eye roll] “Did you ask if you could eat it?”

“Um, no.”

“Roll over.”

I slowly rolled over onto my stomach. Mrs. Lion was very generous with strong swats. She paused when I tried to squirm away. Then, she began again. It hurt like hell! Finally, she stopped. I had a very hot, sore bottom. I could feel some welts and Mrs. Lion said that she saw a bruise.

“Was that a proper spanking?” she asked archly.

I said it was. I was thinking that I was being hung by my own petard. She was referring to a post I wrote earlier in the week. That post suggested that a proper spanking would change my behavior; for a while, anyway. I told her it was. The last thing I wanted was for her to pick up the paddle and make the spanking “proper.” Oh no. Here I am, the next day, and I can still feel echos of that punishment.

I will regret saying this, but I think that she is well on her way to punishing me enough to be seriously deterred from repeating my sins. I don’t think we are quite there, but close.

Anyway, I was no longer caged. I had the Jail Bird all packed up and I was back on the bed. My hand drifted south. I was on my way to absentmindedly touching her weenie (See? I referred to it correctly, Mrs. Lion). She said,

“Do you want another spanking?”

My butt was still painful and hot. I pulled my hand back and said that I didn’t.

“Then keep your hand away from my weenie!”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

That was another first. Maybe that “Wheel of Fortune” interview reminded Mrs. Lion that she often refers to me as her oldest kid.

The fact is that the most recognizable form of female dominance is that of a mother. Mom’s in charge. Mrs. Lion’s in charge. She tells her friends that I’m her oldest kid. I want her to lock me in a chastity device and be my disciplining wife in our FLR. It’s not hard to connect those dots.

It worked! It all worked. Boy howdy, did it work. Her words about how nice an orgasm will feel when I finally get one echos in my mind. My hands haven’t gone near her weenie since her admonition. My bottom sends me little messages if I sit a certain way.

Without going all Freudian about this, all I can say is that what she said and did worked strongly on me. I have no idea if this is the beginning of a new lioness. If it is, I welcome her. However you want to spin it, last week all the pieces of enforced chastity, female led relationship, and domestic discipline just clicked together. I find this new pattern very natural. It works for me.

Right now I’m feeling a little tingle down “there.” I want to reach down and play a bit. But I’m not going to do it. I’m telling myself that it isn’t concern about another rubber-paddle spanking. It’s just that I want to be good. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I want to be a good boy.