I am an idiot. I even saw Lion put the training collar on before we went out last night and I completely forgot about zapping him at all. I usually give him a buzz to let him know I am aware he has it on. When we got home he said I didn’t zap him. Duh! Idiot.

Once we were settled in, it didn’t take Lion long to snooze. We started watching TV and he was out. We didn’t sleep well the night before, but we’ve also been a little lax on our low carb diet. We’re both convinced it’s the carbs that knock him out in the evening. Tonight we need to get back on track. Protein and veggies.

Today is Lion’s appointment with our family doctor. He needs to get clearance for surgery and we have a ton of questions. Lion wants to make sure he has the best surgeon lined up. We have questions about aftercare. Despite all the info we’ve read, we still feel like we’re flying blind. And Lion is still positive I’ll leave him because he’ll need so much help. That’s just not going to happen.

Well, he may lose me, but he’ll gain 2.0. Then, if he’s too much of a horrible patient, he might get 2.5 or even 3.0. Uh oh. I think 2.0 is kind of a bitch. I have no idea what 2.5 or 3.0 will be like. Maybe a drill sergeant, barking orders at him. “Stay in bed! Move that elbow! Put that sling back on! Don’t lift that!” He may want me to leave.

We’ll be fine as long as I realize he’s in pain and not really himself, and he realizes I’m doing all I can to help him get better. He may yell at me in frustration and I may yell right back at him, but I’m not going anywhere. We belong together.

It seems too good to be true. I wanted to try male chastity and later, domestic discipline. Mrs. Lion agreed. That part isn’t the one that’s too good to be true. The part that blows me away is that now, years later, we are still at it. I didn’t think that either of us would stay the course. Mrs. Lion figured I would want to move on to something newer. I was sure that Mrs. Lion wouldn’t take it seriously and, at best, it would be new ways to play once in a while.

I didn’t want to quit make chastity when it came time to review our decision to pursue it. We both found value in controlling my orgasms. I secretly wondered if Mrs. Lion would just forget about it if I stopped wearing my cage. So, I made sure that the cage stayed on. Most recently, the cage has been off due to my shoulder injury. We’re a bit off our rhythm sexually. It isn’t because the cage is temporarily gone. It’s because I am in some pain every night and Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to take a chance hurting me.

We have to put our heads together and fix this. Mrs. Lion suggested orgasms on demand. I don’t want that. It’s been more than three years since I decided when I get to ejaculate. I don’t want to start that again now. Even though I’m not caged, Mrs. Lion can control how long I have to wait to come. If she thinks it might hurt my arm, then she should probably make me wait longer.

I’m not going to tell her what I think she should do. The reason I’m not is the part that is almost too good to be true. Mrs. Lion knows what should happen to me. I think we both have fully internalized our roles. I know that right now she is worried about me and wants to avoid making me hurt more. My shoulder is going to hurt no matter what she does. I don’t think it’s a factor in our power exchange. My right shoulder is pretty far from my butt if she needs to spank me. It’s not all that close to her penis. A little experimentation will determine if my pain will interfere with my sexual interest.

I know Mrs. Lion is perfectly willing to punish me if needed. That’s conclusive evidence that domestic discipline is also a normal part of our lives. It just isn’t kinky any more. It’s how the Lions live. That seems too good to be true; but it isn’t.

Sometimes people think one person writes both halves of our blog. This is especially understandable after reading my post from yesterday and Lion’s post from today. As soon as I wrote mine, I told Lion it was in. He responded with a laugh. He had just put his post in and it was almost identical to mine. I guess that’s inevitable since we sometimes have the same thoughts at exactly the same time. I assure you, we are two very different people. We share our lives and, apparently, the same brain from time to time.

I just realized I forgot to punish Lion last night for forgetting his training collar at some point in the somewhat recent past. It wasn’t this weekend. I’ve put the normal rules on hold while Lion is in pain and until he’s healed sufficiently from his upcoming surgery. I’m wondering if I should just cancel the punishment since it has gone so far past the infraction date. I can’t even remember when he did it anymore. On the other hand, should I ever cancel a punishment?

Obviously, if I can’t remember when he did it, it won’t have the same impact it would have had right after he forgot. I was even thinking of making the punishment fit the crime. Instead of spanking him, I was going to zap him with the training collar at random times throughout the evening. I know he doesn’t respond the same way to the shocks as he does to spanking, but since it is so far past the crime it may not matter.

At any rate, I should do something so I will decide by tonight what’s in store for Lion. Either way he won’t like it. Zapped balls or a sore butt is not much of a choice. If I had to guess, I think he’d rather have the zaps. The pain is short and it’s done. However, if he’s going to get zapped at random times during the evening, he may change his tune.

We joke about Lioness 2.0 and how she is the stricter, less forgiving keyholder and disciplining wife. She really exists. There is more to being 2.0 than punishing and withholding orgasms longer. That’s the visible manifestation of the transformation. What’s below the surface is far more interesting.

Mrs. Lion hasn’t changed as a person. She doesn’t attend the church of S&M or spend her days thinking of ways to torture me. That sort of stuff is for the fantasies. 2.0 has integrated her role as my disciplining wife and keyholder into her daily life. Just as I have learned to internalize my role, she has accepted hers.

I can see that in the way she talks about my hurt shoulder and the upcoming surgery. She’s decided that she will suspend active punishments while I am recovering. But, she’s made it very clear that she will make me do the right things to heal. Too bad if I’m not hungry or thirsty. She will see to it that I eat and drink. She will make me take pain medicine at the proper times. I don’t think she would have taken such a strong stand in the past.

Yes, it’s the right thing for any loving wife to do. But in a vanilla relationship, requests to take meds, eat, drink, exercise, and do other things can be refused. The result is a pissed off, frustrated wife who has no recourse other than to withdraw. That’s not the case in our house.

First of all, I’ve been trained to obey. Even though I am an alpha male, I have learned that failing to obey Mrs. Lion will result in pain. That may sound simplistic and perhaps, a little silly, but it’s true. Mrs. Lion’s spankings are no fun at all. None. I hate them. Even now, when I am in pain, my butt got swatted last night because I forgot to wear my training collar when we went out the other day.

I take any “request” from her very seriously. I also know that while she may put off punishment until I am more mobile, she won’t forget to spank me for disobedience when I am on my feet. I know that and believe me, I do not want to look forward to her paddle even if the spanking is weeks away.

It’s more than fear that drives my obedience. I respect her and her authority. I may be grumpy and softly growl, but I know I will do what I am told. She knows I will too.

That’s the real point of domestic discipline. It is my visceral acceptance of her authority. At times when I need her judgement and authority most, I would normally be least willing to accept it. Thanks to all the practice I’ve gotten – and yes that includes the punishments – obedience to her is ingrained in me. Once she became strict and inflexible in her resolve to make me obey, I learned to take her authority very seriously. I know what “or else” means.