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Lion suggested a small parking space last night.

Lion spilled food on his shirt on Friday night. It was late and we were heading to bed when I saw it. I wasn’t going to spank him then. He had plenty of opportunities to amass more infractions yesterday although he didn’t.

When we got home from dinner, I took the dog out and readied things for Lion’s spanking. He was getting undressed. When he came out of the bedroom he found me sitting on the couch with a paddle in my hand. The chair was already in the corner with the board and welcome mat on it. Lion asked what was going on. Yeah. Like he didn’t know.

We tried OTK but it wasn’t working. We’ve only tried it once before and in the camper was the only place OTK actually worked. I’m not sure what happened last night. Oh well. On the bed works too. I got Lion very rosy. I didn’t see any bruises come up but sometimes they aren’t evident for a while after the swats are done.

I told Lion when I was done and he dutifully went to sit on the punishment chair. I left him there for about ten minutes. I haven’t decided on a “standard” corner time, nor do I assume there should be one. It’s sort of like spanking. I just go till I’m done. Lion just sits till he’s done. Of course, if I left it up to him, he’d be done shortly after he sits down. Good thing I decide when he’s done.

The welcome mat stuck to Lion when I allowed him to stand. He said it even stabbed into his balls. And I didn’t even have to tie his balls in front of him. Score! He couldn’t tell if he was hurting from the spanking or the welcome mat but he was hurting a lot. For the rest of the night, sitting or laying down hurt. Even this morning, his buns hurt. Talk about lasting impressions!

One thing we’re still struggling with is being heard. Both of us. Lion will say something, I answer and he doesn’t hear me. I’ll say something, Lion will answer and I don’t hear him. I’m not necessarily talking about actually hearing. If that was the case we could just go get hearing aids. I mean listening. Or interpreting. Lion told me there was a parking space available. I said OK. I didn’t think it was big enough. I struggled with a different space. Lion told me about the first space again. I said yes. I still didn’t think it was big enough. I struggled with a different one. He again told me there was a space available. I still didn’t think it was big enough (it wasn’t) but I parked there anyway because he was so damn insistent about the space. When I said I didn’t know how I’d get back out of the space, he wondered why I parked there. Infuriating.

Lion insists that I never really acknowledged him when he suggested the space. He wanted me to say I saw the space and didn’t want to use it. Because I said OK and yes to the space, I think I acknowledged him. Because I didn’t say I don’t want that space, he thinks I didn’t. These may be petty disagreements, but I feel my anxiety building when they happen. Perhaps I simply need to acknowledge Lion with “I feel swats coming on”. That would almost definitely work.

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Last night Mrs. Lion spanked the tar out of me.

Friday night, I got chocolate on my t-shirt. Last night, Mrs. Lion let me know she was unhappy with my sloppiness. First, she tried OTK spanking on the couch. I just couldn’t get into a workable position. I kept slipping off. So we moved to the bedroom. She had me lie across the foot of the bed.

She went to work with a flexible, rubber paddle. She went on and on. I yelped and screamed. Finally, I had to call “Yellow”. Mrs. Lion backed off and quickly got back to very hard hits. I was kicking my feet and screaming into the bed. Finally she told me to get up. She had the punishment chair set up in a corner. It had the welcome mat material on it.

I don’t know how long I was in the chair, but the welcome mat material dug into my ass and the bottom of my balls. I can still feel the mats as well as bruises on my bottom. I’m sitting on a padded dining room chair. It feels hard on my bare buns. What a way to spend Saturday night.

Mrs. Lion is cheerful and seems quite pleased with herself. I’m feeling subdued. There’s no question I was punished last night. Bear in mind, this was for spilling on my shirt. I can only imagine how horrible a punishment will be when I actually upset my lioness.

Apparently the neighbors didn’t hear anything. No one came running to our door to see what was wrong. Maybe they heard me and thought I probably deserved my punishment. Lions don’t get much sympathy. That’s the penalty for being at the top of the food chain.

Friday night, Mrs. Lion edged me orally. I’m writing this after my punishment. I suspect I will get more edging tonight. Yesterday, was my seventh day waiting.

Enforced chastity is such a natural part of our lives, that neither of us mention it much. I’m wild now, but that doesn’t change anything. I am forbidden masturbation. Cage or no cage, I don’t jerk off. Mrs. Lion told me that I go back in my cage when we get home on Tuesday.

I’m sure Mrs. Lion will have a lot more to say about my beating in her post later.

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wild hawaiian shirt
I could make Lion wear this. It’s guaranteed to make his eyes roll.

As Lion reported, yesterday was a day of firsts. I was getting my feet wet with the new active control idea. I know I’ll be able to do a few things right away. Will I be 100% consistent? Nope. Do I want to be 100% consistent? Nope.

Yesterday at lunch, we were going to have the same thing. Soup and salad is an easy thing to order for two. Or is it? The waiter asked what kind of dressing for the salad. Ummm. I don’t know. Lion? Clearly I can’t make all the decisions. And I don’t want to.

Here I go with my own list of “shoulds”. Should I always order for him at restaurants? Should I decide he wants the lasagna rather than the linguini? Or should I see what he’d like to order, say the lasagna, and step in because the fish has fewer carbs/is better for him?

I have a problem with all or nothing. Lion craves consistency. Sorry. I’m not always going to order for him. When we’re in the decision phase, I usually ask if he’s made up his mind. We ask each other. Sometimes I’ll find something on the menu that he’s overlooked or vice versa.  I can see myself suggesting the fish over the lasagna. But telling him, or the waiter, that he’ll have the fish versus the lasagna is not in my sights. Not yet, at least.

As we were walking to lunch, we passed a store with racks of clothes on the sidewalk. A bright (Lion called it ugly) Hawaiian shirt caught my attention. Lion makes fun of Hawaiian shirts. I told him I could make him wear it or one like it. He rolled his eyes and made a noise. I asked if he’d rather wear a Hawaiian shirt or a pink shirt that says he’s been a bad boy and will be punished. Hmmm…. He had to think about that one for a few minutes. The Hawaiian shirt won. Even on the way out of the restaurant, he commented that an ugly Hawaiian shirt is better than a pink punishment shirt. In all fairness, not all Hawaiian shirts are bright or have flamingos like the one we saw yesterday. We also saw one that was black and had tasteful feathers on it.

discreet hawaiian shirt
Lion wouldn’t stand out so much in this Hawaiian shirt. That’s no fun.

I think having Lion wear a Hawaiian shirt is a little like having him wear panties. He knows why he’s wearing it, but no one else would. A discreet design work be suitable for work. Hell, where he works, a flamingo might be suitable for work. I’m not sure how well they’d go with his suspenders so that may be his saving grace. See that, Lion? Your hated suspenders might be good for something.

The one thing I decided I’d try on this trip is to assert myself more. There’s a kite store here. I love kites. I’ve never been very good at flying them. A few years ago, Lion bought one. I didn’t because I figure I’ll just crash it and ruin it. But the store has windsocks and other things that crazy RV people put out as decorations to make their campsites more “homey”. I think they’d be fun. Lion rolls his eyes.

I don’t know that I want a kite. I don’t know that I don’t want a kite. Even though it infuriates Lion sometimes, the way I shop is by scanning and if something jumps out at me I know I’ve found something worth looking at. Will I buy it? Not necessarily. I just don’t want to look through racks and racks of Hawaiian shirts, for example. If something grabs me I’ll look more closely. Yes, I have stood outside a store at a mall, scanning the store to decide if it’s even worth going in.

Anyway, Lion was looking at a kite in a bag. The kite store is usually pretty good at displaying its products. I noticed that the kite he was looking at was hanging up. It was massive. I think you’d need an anchor line to keep it from breaking away once it caught air. Lion said he’d never pay that much for a kite. It was an impressive kite. I told him he’d pay that much if I wanted him to buy it for me. I don’t, but if I did, he’d have to.

 

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Mrs. Lion ordered food for me the first time, yesterday. I expect that to be our normal custom.

Yesterday was something of a landmark. Mrs. Lion asserted herself in significant ways. It started at lunchtime. We visited a restaurant that makes very good clam chowder. Mrs. Lion asked me what I wanted. I told her the soup and salad so that I could have a bowl of clam chowder. When the waiter came to our table, Mrs. Lion ordered for both of us. That has never happened before.

While we were strolling down the main street, we passed a store that had racks of shirts on the sidewalk. She pointed to a particularly obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and told me that perhaps we should buy it and that she would make me wear it. We didn’t, but the threat was a first.

Later, we were browsing in a kite shop. She was admiring a beautiful, large kite. I agreed it was great and said that it was a lot of money (about $200). She said, “If I want it, you’ll buy it.”

At that same lunch, I ate first. Mrs. Lion noted it with a wry look. I asked what was that for. She told me I ate first. Oops. Are you sensing a pattern? Later, last night she opened a package of nasty, plastic clothespins we found when we were out. She put a few on my balls. They really hurt. I was innocently in my recliner watching TV.

She then asked me if I would rather take another one on my already-painful balls or get spanked. I thought about it for a bit while feeling the clothespins digging in. I  decided another clothespin wouldn’t be as bad as a spanking. I announced my decision and another painful addition was made to my sore sack.

The clothespins remained in place for a long time; at least it felt that way. Then Mrs. Lion removed them all. Now if you know about clothespins, you know they hurt as much coming off as they do going on. Boy howdy, did these hurt coming off.

Lots of new things happened. I’m very sure a spanking is in my future tomorrow. I got chocolate on my t-shirt last night. While Mrs. Lion didn’t cite me, she saw it. I figure she didn’t think my poor old heart could take any more.

You never know how things will feel until they happen. I was most profoundly shaken when Mrs. Lion ordered for me at lunch. We went out to dinner and she let me order for myself. When I asked why, she said that the order was too complicated, so she let me order my own dinner.

That lunchtime food order was totally unexpected. I think it is my first dose of public domination. It will take me time to get used to this change. It certainly affected me. I will have to remember to let her conduct business with the servers and keep my mouth shut. I hope I can. I know the consequence for failing.