Sunday night we had a rather messy Chinese dinner and ate it in bed. We spent the entire day being lazy and watched TV while we snuggled under the covers. I was wearing a t-shirt to keep me a bit warmer. You won’t be surprised to learn that I managed to get a bit of my dinner on my t-shirt.
The ever-vigilant Mrs. Lion noticed the slip and let me know I would be punished. I argued a bit that maybe food on my clothes is not really a spanking offense.She said she would consider my suggestion. Later, she got out the very nasty rubber paddle and administered a painful spanking. Ever the helpful lion, I told Mrs. Lion that the spanking really hurt. She smiled and said, “Of course it did. It’s supposed to.”
I can’t argue with her logic. Something was different. I didn’t feel any sexual excitement at the idea of a spanking. I didn’t want to be spanked on any level. Perhaps that is progress. I’ve learned that there is nothing even mildly arousing about being spanked. I didn’t want Mrs. Lion to spank me.
Of course I submitted when she told me to roll over. I hated every second of it. It made me wonder why I asked for this in the first place. Is it too late for me to change my mind? The answer to that is obvious, even to me. It’s way too late. The next question is whether it’s time to take the training wheels off and reserve spanking for more serious offenses? I am not a bit confident about suggesting it is time to do that.
Mrs. Lion is doing very well in her role. It seems that she has found a comfortable balance of her own. I know it still feels artificial to both of us. We don’t have the childhood experience that would make discipline feel more natural. Even though I absolutely didn’t want to be spanked. I felt no desire to resist.
I didn’t feel guilty about getting a spot on my shirt. But I knew I made a mistake and would pay for it. Obviously, something as trivial as a spot on my shirt wouldn’t provoke guilt. But I know it is an area of improvement for me. My spanking made that crystal clear to me.
In fairness, Mrs. Lion didn’t make the spanking as severe as she has for other offenses. It hurt a lot and made me yelp and scream, but it didn’t go on as long as others I have suffered. It served two purposes: it reminded me to be more careful when I eat. It reinforced Mrs. Lion’s role as disciplining wife. Nope. We shouldn’t take off the training wheels quite yet.