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I saw this and just had to get it for Lion. He said it wouldn’t hurt. Ha!

Yesterday I was falling asleep at my desk. That’s not very unusual. We all do that from time to time. Our servers are so slow sometimes you have to wait five minutes for them to return an answer. The little blue circle going ’round and ’round is mesmerizing. What is unusual is that I was tired after dinner. Falling asleep tired. Lion asked if I was going to come over and snuggle so I unlocked him and cuddled. And fell asleep. Oops.

Given Lion’s cough and ability to fall asleep mid-sentence, it sort of surprised me when he said, “No play for Lion. Humph.” I knew he wasn’t really upset but it did make me feel bad about being so tired. [I was being silly. It felt really nice to have Mrs. Lion resting on my chest snoozing quietly]  My sinus crud seems to have settled on becoming more of an actual cold so all symptoms have become worse. I assume that’s why I was so tired. Lion has been asleep off and on for over a week. If we both have the same cold, it makes perfect sense that no sleep is enough.

In my half-sleep in the middle of the night, I decided I can make deviled eggs for Christmas dinner. There will be three of us so I was trying to work out how many eggs I needed for nine deviled eggs. It was very confusing to me that I couldn’t make the math work. I must have woken myself up enough to realize that you can’t make nine deviled eggs because each egg will net two halves. Duh! That’s how tired I was.

Last night we did go out for dinner. Lion hadn’t had clothes on (except the occasional T shirt) since he got home the previous Friday. He hasn’t moved much from the bed that whole time. He’s been feeling better each day, but is still not well. A few days ago he was well enough to be caged again. And he’s been horny again. Yesterday he said he thought he was well enough for the punishment amnesty to be lifted. What a silly move!

I admit I hadn’t thought about his training collar until we were at dinner. I was looking at something on my phone and remembered the app. Just for fun I decided to try to connect to the collar. No dice. I showed Lion my phone with the “unable to connect” screen glaring at him. He was not happy. If only he hadn’t said he was well enough for punishment again. Darn. It was time to test out my new wooden spoon.

For his second mistake of the night, Lion said the wooden spoon looked too lightweight to be very effective. He didn’t think it would hurt very much. Silly boy! Of course it will hurt. I’ll make sure of that. And it did. He was a very good boy though. He didn’t squirm too much. He stayed right in place for the entire performance. And he did get a little bit of a bruise. He even thanked me afterwards, which keeps him from getting more punishment.

Then I wound up falling asleep on him. Literally, on him. Snuggled up with him, snoozing away. I don’t know how long it was. I did wake up from time to time to watch the Giants lose. But I was done for the night. I’ll make it up to him tonight. I’m sure he’ll still be very horny.

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Since I’ve been home sick, I’ve been reading lots of blogs. One of them, Wife’s In Charge, has captured my imagination. Dianne, the blogger, has been married over 2o years and in 2012 began domestic discipline. The reason I find this particular blog so fascinating is that she and her husband, Bob seem very similar to Mrs. Lion and I.

Before I go further, I want to point out that I think she spices up her posts to make them more sexually exciting to her male readers, but the ring of truth is there. Like me, her husband wasn’t punished as a child, but he fantasized about spanking most of his life.  Like me, during their relationship. Bob asked his wife to spank him. Like Mrs. Lion, she obliged with play spankings. Our stories diverge there. According to Dianne, Bob went to a childhood friend and had her spank him. She discovered this and punished him severely. The rest, as they say, is history.

In our case, I asked Mrs. Lion to take charge and spank me when I broke a rule. After more than a year of experimenting with spanking, she decided to give me what I wished for and bruised my bottom with a true disciplinary spanking. This was followed with another the next day when I interrupted her. Since then I haven’t been punished.

According to Dianne, Bob only earns a disciplinary spanking a few times a year now. For a long time he misbehaved and was punished at least once a month. This bothered her. Shouldn’t he be learning his lessons better than this? She realized that he still wanted to be spanked. Not the disciplinary kind he had been getting, but he wanted to be spanked even if the activity was so severe. When Dianne realized this, she let Bob know he could ask for a spanking if he wants one. She was concerned that he would confuse the sexy, play spankings with the real ones.

For that reason she held off from any but disciplinary spanking. Finally, she decided to give him fun ones too. To make it totally clear that play and disciplinary spankings are different, she only used her hand for the fun sessions. Disciplinary spankings incorporated paddles, straps, and sometimes a cane. She never used her bare hand to punish him. Generally, after a play spanking, they would have sex.

That seems a lot like us. We are too new at severe punishments to have enough experience to work out all the details yet. Dianne uses other punishments as well. They are all traditional childhood punishments. She uses these, she says, for lesser offenses.

The reason this is remarkable to me is that Wife’s In Charge is the only domestic discipline blog I have found that is even close to what I think of as a real-life DD marriage. I think it is a good model for us. Mrs. Lion has read some posts there too. She tends to point out the ways Dianne and Bob are different from us.

I’ve exchanged a couple of emails with Dianne. Mrs. Lion has read them. I have no secrets from her. We have very different views on input from others. I hope that over time Mrs. Lion will find other women who she can share with. She may never want to do this. In the meantime I want to share this valuable resource with you.

Reading her blog has, at times, turned me on. As you know, I like the idea of being spanked. The reality of 2.0 and her truly severe spankings hasn’t dampened the fantasy. This is one of the ways I identify with Bob. I don’t know if Mrs. Lion will think my arousal reading Dianne’s blog is an offense. I’m not saying that the blog is porn, but it is sexual. Dianne clearly writes it with the intention of turning on her male readers. This is a pattern I’ve observed when reading spanking blogs. The female authors freely admit this.

Since I don’t particularly enjoy porn, the question of online arousal has never come up. Since Mrs. Lion previews all my posts, the subject has been raised (pun intended). My motive may not be entirely pure. It’s been a couple of weeks since my last meeting with a paddle. Reading Dianne’s hot spanking stories has gotten me thinking about being spanked. ‘Nuff said.

For the record, I’ve been caged and any arousal has not been aided by my hand. Mrs. Lion’s weenie is safely caged out of my reach. Other than finding the writing arousing, I’ve gotten some excellent insights from this blog. It’s a good read.

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Sheesh!

Who knew one post could create so much controversy? Should I have punished Lion? Is he allowed to do something nice for me? Just what the heck is going on in the Lions’ den? I’ll let you in on a little secret. I really do have some idea what I’m doing. Maybe not at any one given time, but overall. It may take me a day or two to mull it over, but sooner or later it becomes clear. I’m not going to pretend I’ll make everyone happy, but everyone doesn’t matter as much (to me) as Lion does.

OK. Let’s start from the beginning. Lion came home from his business trip sick. He was coughing and tired. I’ve been battling a sinus-y thing too so we both pretty much slept last weekend away. At first I suspended the rule about spilling stuff on his shirt. If he’s not feeling well he might be more likely to be messy. Eventually I suspended all rules until Lion feels better. I also left him wild this entire time. Why make him worry about the inconvenience of the cage while he’s sick?

Then came the Christmas dinner fiasco. I was trying to do something nice for him. He wound up doing something nice for me. The only reason it was an issue is because it’s the end of the year and the end of the year sucks for me. The vacuuming thing was just thrown in there for good measure. I didn’t communicate well. Lion didn’t hear well. It was a collision of his cold and my YEF ( year end funk). It was a bigger deal than it should have been. Because I’d suspended all rules, and because YEF is my irrational issue, Lion should not have been punished for either thing.

I’m still fully in the middle of YEF and things are still bothering me way too much. Now that I recognize it, I’m able to put the brakes on it better than before. At least I think I am.

Despite all the chaos, I’ve still been edging Lion each night. He’s been very horny the past few days. Last night he was super hard very quickly. I’ve decided oral is my new favorite way to torture him. I recently figured out what to look for to get him just to the edge. When I’m using my hand, it’s easy to see signs. When my face is buried, the signs are fairly well hidden. So now I can tease him more effectively. And he loves it. Or hates it. A little of both.

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Yesterday there was some controversy about the fact Mrs. Lion decided not to spank me when I disobeyed her. It was an interesting situation. We’ve been discussing Christmas dinner for some time. Mrs. Lion said that she would like something other than turkey. She suggested a roast beef. I know she doesn’t really like it, but will eat it if very well done. Then she invited a friend to join us. Her friend said she doesn’t like prime rib because it is so fatty. Her friend and Mrs. Lion both really like ham. I don’t.

On Monday morning, Mrs. Lion emailed me that we would have turkey on Christmas. She didn’t say any more than that. I knew that she really didn’t want turkey, but she knows I don’t care for ham. I decided that I would order a special ham for Christmas. I knew I was disobeying her. I understood that she might be angry and spank me. I decided that I would do it anyway. I ordered the ham and told her I did it.

She was upset. But she decided that she wouldn’t punish me. She understood that I did it because I love her and want her to get what she likes. This decision created some dissent from our readers. Susan explained that willful disobedience has to be punished severely. Michael agreed. Susan’s right. Willful disobedience should be severely punished. I support that one-hundred percent.

Then why was it ok for Mrs. Lion to decide not to punish me? Why was I willing to risk a beating to change the entree on Christmas? This situation is the poster child of the exception to this rule.

Normally, disobedience is self serving. When I interrupt, I am claiming that what I have to say is more important than what she is saying. If I buy something I’m told not to get, I’m doing something self serving. The key behaviors that clearly deserve severe punishment are willful, self-serving disobedience and disrespect. Interrupting is disrespectful. Then, isn’t buying ham when I was told we would have turkey willful disobedience? It is.

The big difference is that the disobedience in this case was for the benefit of Mrs. Lion. I absolutely know that she prefers ham. I have no problem with the fact that I won’t love this meat. I want to see her digging in and enjoying the meal. I think that if any power exchange is to last a lifetime, it has to include exceptions for acts of love.

Even if Mrs. Lion decides that Susan is right and I end up with a bruised, sore butt, I will be happy with my disobedience. What’s more I will do it again any time I can find a way to make my sweetheart’s life better.