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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Pain, Spanking
state fair
Lion and I are off to the fair today.

Lion had physical therapy yesterday. Sometimes it makes him feel better. Other times it makes him hurt. Last night was the latter. When I told him it was time for his punishment he said he didn’t feel sexy. I said it was lucky for him that punishment didn’t require him to feel sexy. But as I was swatting him I realized just how much pain he was in. I made his buns pink but not as pink as I might have if I hadn’t been trying to get his shoulder more comfortable.

We snuggled for a while. I found a position that didn’t wrench my neck while watching TV. I fondled my weenie and the boys for a bit. I wasn’t trying to get him hard but if it happened it was fine. I just wanted to make Lion feel good. After about an hour Lion needed to move his shoulder around so we held hands and continued to watch TV.

I suppose I could have made him sit in the corner after his swats. That wouldn’t have put any pressure on his shoulder. But I didn’t want him to be in any more pain than he already was. I was trying to make him comfortable. Sitting in the corner wouldn’t have accomplished anything at that point. His attention wouldn’t have been on his butt anyway. The good news is that this morning most of the shoulder pain is gone.

In a little while we’ll head out to the state fair. It’s fun to walk through the vendor areas with the barkers telling people how their lives will be enriched if they just buy this ladder or that massage chair. And when’s the last time you had your gutters cleaned? New windows perhaps? We’ve gone to concerts in the past and even a rodeo at the fair. We’ll get our fudge and maybe some cotton candy. We’ll look at the animals and watch the chainsaw woodcarvers. Mostly it’s fun just to walk around together.

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In: 2.0, Lion's Journal
that look
That’s the look. When I see that, I will be spanked.

Sorry for being late today. Yesterday, I was very tired and hurting from a long physical therapy session. As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday in her post, I wrote her that I forgot punishment day on Thursday. I spent a very long time debating with myself about whether I should remind Mrs. Lion that I forgot. There was no little tingle about being spanked if I told her. My shoulder hurt and I had other things to worry about.

Finally, I realized that it didn’t matter how I was feeling. I have to remind Mrs. Lion of any infractions that I commit. So I did. She wrote her post and I read that she would be spanking me. True to her word, last night after we had digested our dinner, she got a  paddle and told me it was time to be spanked. I obediently rolled over. I couldn’t find a position for my arm that didn’t hurt.

Mrs. Lion offered to stop if my shoulder hurt too much. I didn’t want to do that. The pain wasn’t that bad. So she proceeded with her spanking. She managed to make my butt burn before she stopped. She realized that my shoulder was hurting more than my bottom. That changed when I rolled over on my back. The shoulder pain receded and the butt burn took center stage. I’ve hurt more, but I was definitely feeling my spanking.

I’m angry with myself for missing my reminder of punishment day. After all this time, I should remember. Last night put that day back on my internal calendar.

I’m happy that Mrs. Lion is so strongly committed to our power exchange. Last night was a case when Lioness 1.0 would have given me a pass; not this lioness. Is she finally 2.0? Only she can say. It’s funny, our power exchange evolves so slowly that sometimes we recognize change long after it takes place. There is no dramatic ta-da moment. It’s just a slow series of changes that when combined, demonstrate that we’ve moved to the next level.

Both Mrs. Lion and I assumed that the arrival of 2.0 would be signaled by more severe punishments for infractions. 2.0 would also notice every offense and punish me for them. In my mind, at least, the more intense punishments would be the sign she was here. However, I think we’ve evolved by Mrs. Lion observing and punishing all infractions.

She’s been doing that. Nothing is overlooked. It’s true that the level of spanking and punishment desserts haven’t been raised yet. But, more importantly, in my opinion, consistency has improved substantially. That is a major milestone for Mrs. Lion. Severity, without consistency, isn’t as effective. Increasing severity is certainly something I expect will come too.

Our FLR is evolving. I better watch my step.

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In: CBT

Lion reminded me this morning that we’d both forgotten punishment day yesterday. I used to have it set up on my phone but then it would buzz and Lion would sometimes take the hint to remind me. He also had it set up on his phone for a while. At any rate, we both forgot. Does that mean Lion is off the hook? How can I enforce a rule when I forgot about it too? Silly questions. I can enforce it because I’ve decided to enforce it. Lions buns will be rosy tonight.

I also forgot to write a post. I didn’t write one before I left work because I only work half days on Fridays. I figured I could write it when I got home. Then I decided I’d stop by a few stores looking for Lion’s birthday present. When I got home, Lion was here and we had lunch. We decided we’d both go out to run some errands. And I remembered the post. Better late than never.

I’ve been doing fairly well at remembering things. Sure I forget little things, but punishment day? It’s been quite a while since that one slipped past me. And I don’t know that it’s ever slipped past both of us. Maybe the alerts will have to go back on the phone. Maybe just the 9 o’clock one when it’s too late to save Lion from his 8:30 deadline.

I think we were trying to find our way back from not snuggling the other night. I asked Lion if he wanted to be pegged. He declined and asked if it was okay. It’s always okay with me when he doesn’t want to play. I offer and it’s up to him to accept or decline. That’s not true of punishment, of course, but play is different. He has to be in the mood or a certain mindset for play. We snuggled and watched TV, but the angle is bad for me for snuggling and watching TV. My neck is strained. I assume that’s why Lion doesn’t usually move to snuggle with me. He’d never be able to see the TV. Instead we held hands. I think Lion’s allergies were bothering him again.

By the way, Lion said I equate snuggling with play. I don’t. If we snuggle and it leads to an erection and we go from there, then I consider it play. Likewise, if I’m doing everything I can to get him hard and he never quite makes it, for whatever reason, I consider that an attempt at play. Snuggling and holding hands is not play.

Tonight, after I make his butt rosy, I will attempt to arouse my weenie. If he cooperates we’ll play. No pressure. Sometimes the weenie has a mind of its own.

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In: Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday raised some questions that may not have definitive answers. No survey can offer much guidance on how often she and I should snuggle or play. Play to Mrs. Lion encompasses any sexual activity as well as things like spanking, pegging, etc. So, if she gets me hard and edges me, that counts as play. Just snuggling and fondling my cock and balls also counts. So, the idea of “playing” every day isn’t as outrageous as it may seem at first.

The idea that we have some sexual contact daily isn’t a bad idea as far as I’m concerned. I wish some of it could be for her.  I’m not willing to put any pressure on her to want sexual attention. Sometimes, in my more paranoid moments, I worry that she will find someone else who can turn her on. When I have those dark thoughts, I remind myself that our relationship goes way beyond sex. If she were horny enough to look elsewhere I like to think that I would notice and take care of it at home.

I have no expectation that every night will be more than some snuggling and maybe petting. Lions love petting. The essential element for me is the intimacy. One benefit of me wearing my Jail Bird is that it provides a sort of focus. We established a three-and-a-half-year-long habit of a daily unlock followed by some teasing. Sure, we missed days, but not very many. The cage provided a sort of intimacy focal point.

In fairness, since I have been wild, we snuggle every bit as often as when I wore the device. The difference is that Mrs. Lion appears to feel badly if she misses a night. Part of it may be that we are both a little concerned that without the cage the intimacy will slowly disappear. Of course, the cage may be back either as part of a punishment or full time as it was before my surgery.

The cage is a powerful symbol. We both agreed that its presence drove our return to physical intimacy. The irony of a device intended to prevent sexual contact actually promoted it, didn’t escape us. We both knew that there was no danger I would jerk off or look for other sexual outlets if I didn’t wear the cage. The chastity device represented our power exchange. It was a kind of promise we made to one another; a promise sealed with steel.

Is it the steel that keeps us focused on our promise? Of course it isn’t.