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Lion finally got his punishment for forgetting to remind me of punishment day on Monday. He reminded me Tuesday, but I was too tired to punish him then. Of course, I always reserve the right to punish him when I feel like it. Whether he’s done anything wrong or not.

Before I started, I already knew there would be no corner time. If I did it correctly, he wouldn’t need anything but his stinging buns to remember he’d done something wrong. I selected a fairly long-handled paddle. I like the way it feels and it gives me good leverage. The small head ensures it goes where it tell it to go.

I started out with somewhat softer swats. Nothing compared to the imperceptible swats when I first learned to spank him, but I wanted to build up to the hard swats. As I built up I decided to stay at a certain level. It was more important to me that I get his whole butt red. Every few swats I tossed in a harder one. He’d yelp and I’d go back to the lesser level. Not that I thought he couldn’t handle the harder swats. I wasn’t backing off for his sake. I just wanted to cover his buns with medium swats. Again, I’d toss a harder one in here and there just to get his attention.

I knew the medium swats were doing the trick because he was grumbling a bit. He never asked me to stop. He never called Yellow. That was another goal I had. I wanted to see how long we could go before he had to ask me to back off. Obviously he might not have needed to say yellow because I wasn’t hitting as hard. However, all those “not hard” swats add up. With the harder swats thrown into the mix I figured I was allowing him to take more swats even if they weren’t bruise-inducing swats.

Toward the end I threw in more and more hard swats. It all culminated in a barrage of harder swats. Lion was definitely happy I was done. I assume he was even happier that he didn’t have to do any corner time.

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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Lion's Journal
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Not for this lion!

I think that Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday is quite revealing about both of us. It also explains why it’s taken us a long time to get where we are now. She discussed my focused taste in burgers and my picky taste for pizza’s. She wrote that I will send food back if it isn’t as I expected. It’s true I will. She also wrote that she is willing to accept incorrect orders rather than return them. This difference is telling.

In other terms, I’m demanding at restaurants and she accepts what she is served. This applies elsewhere in our lives as well. One would expect the opposite to be the case. If I am submissive, Mrs. Lion should be demanding, especially of me, and I should be accepting. It means I have to work hard to accept what she wants and she has to work hard to refuse to let me get away with things.

She’s come a long way. I rarely get a pass for breaking rules. Mrs. Lion notices when I break a rule and she punishes me every time. That’s not a natural behavior for her. She works hard to be strict and consistent. Over the last two years, she has made significant changes that support our FLR with discipline. My changes are not nearly as important. All I need to do is obey or be punished. My changes are driven by Mrs. Lion’s paddle. It’s way easier for me.

It was my hope that when we began our FLR with discipline, that Mrs. Lion would not only be demanding of me, but would also extend her authority to the world around her. That change is a little slower than learning to own me. I wonder if real change is possible. Maybe we learn new behaviors, but lurking in the background are all those old behaviors that may turn out to be our true nature.

I’m pretty sure that’s untrue. My evolution has been from a shy guy, unwilling to make any waves. I ate cheese on my burgers for quite a while. Somewhere in my late twenties I learned to be assertive. My metamorphosis was mostly the result of a conscious effort to reach out to strangers. That led to me being willing to take action when something wasn’t the way I wanted.

This assertiveness has worked very well for me. It made it possible for me to advance in my career. More importantly, since then I’ve never had to eat a burger with cheese, lettuce, mayo, and pickles.

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In: Power Exchange

Back to work. Insert frowny face here. Add to that the fact that I was too wiped out from driving to play with Lion last night and I have nothing to write about. And Lion was due for a punishment. I told him he shouldn’t read anything into my not punishing him. He didn’t get out of anything. I’ll punish him tonight. Wisely, he said he knew.

Aside from the one time over the weekend, I didn’t order Lion’s meals for him. He’s got vary particular tastes. For years, he’d only eat pizza with Italian sausage on it. Pepperoni? No way! Bacon? Are you crazy? He just shakes his head when I eat a pizza with every meat I can find and bunches of vegetables. No pineapple or anchovies. I draw the line at those. And I have actually eaten pineapple and anchovies (not on the same pizza) before. The combination of trying new things and dealing with what’s put in front of me has worked out fairly well so far.

Lion doesn’t deal well with what’s put in front of him. Granted, he wants his order to be correct when we go out. I taught him the trick of ordering a hamburger with “only” what he wants, rather than subtracting everything he doesn’t want. It’s a much shorter list. But the audacity of someone putting cheese on a cheeseburger when he said “only” X, Y, and Z! I’d just eat it. I get tomatoes all the time that I’ve asked them to leave off. Nope. Not Lion.

I guess my ordering for him would be the perfect experiment in active control. He wants a hamburger, but all the hamburgers on the menu have things he doesn’t want. Of course he could order a special hamburger. But if he’s not allowed to order for himself he might be forced to eat lettuce or cheese or some special sauce. The horror!

On the other hand, if we’re paying someone to make our food, aren’t we entitled to get things the way we want them? Lion should have his hamburger with only X, Y, and Z. That doesn’t mean I can’t order it for him.

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In: Anal play

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My orgasm while being pegged felt a bit odd. When I spasmed, I couldn’t bear down but could feel the dildo moving in and out of me. (Click to enlarge)
We got home yesterday afternoon. Our new cable modem arrived from Amazon. The local cable company service man insisted that our old cable modem was out of date. It wasn’t. DOCIS3.0 is the current standard and that’s what it is. However, since we were getting nowhere and our service kept cutting out, I ordered a brand new Motorola DOCIS3.1. This modem can handle up to 4Gb service. Currently, our cable company only goes as high as 200Mb, so there should be no more cable company debate if we have problems.

The lioness nudity discussion has set up a couple of disconnects between us. I mentioned in an earlier post that I like the feeling when Mrs. Lion is clothed rather than also naked at home. Her response suggested that she was more comfortable naked. I fully accept that. The only reason my post talked about this issue was that during our trip, Mrs. Lion wore shorts and a t-shirt while in the trailer and I, of course, was naked. I liked how this felt. I didn’t like it enough to cause Mrs. Lion any angst over her at-home dress code. The only thing I care about is that we are together. Clothing, for her, is optional; for me, of course it isn’t.

Monday, I forgot to remind Mrs. Lion that it was punishment day. In my defense, the days tend to merge together when we are on vacation. I don’t really get to have a defense.  So, I expect to be punished. I’m writing this late in the afternoon, so I don’t know what Mrs. Lion has in store for me. When I mentioned that I forgot to tell her it was punishment day, I got a knowing smile. That never is good news for my bottom.

I’m still amazed about our pegging session. Over the years, for me, an erection doesn’t accompany anal activity. In recent times, if I’ve had a butt plug up my ass for a while, Mrs. Lion can get me hard and even get me to come. However, in the past when that happened, the plug seemed more of an orgasm killer than something that made me hotter. This last session, the dildo moving in and out contributed to my heat. When I was ready to ejaculate, it felt odd when the first spasm occurred. I felt the dildo and tried to stop the spasm. I don’t think I did, but the orgasm felt a little odd for me.

It’s hard to describe. As I bore down, trying to ejaculate, the motion in my anal canal was extremely obvious to me at a time when I am gone from this planet. Again, it wasn’t a bad sensation, just new. It feels like there is a progression. I started out unable to even get an erection. Then, with a plug in and a lot of lioness stimulation, I could get hard and eventually come. Now, while being pegged with a dildo, I was made erect and ejaculated without much trouble at all.

Could it be that I’m just beginning to associate arousal with anal stimulation? If I am, it will be some time before I get hard when penetrated. I have no doubt that if Mrs. Lion persists with anal/penile stimulation, my brain will make the connection and anal stimulation will also make me hard. I don’t think I am becoming gay, by the way. I think that Mrs. Lion is giving me another way to experience sexual pleasure. I wonder how many other guys get hard when penetrated. Let me know your experience.