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Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday predicted my punishment for interrupting her Saturday night. That prediction was realized yesterday. But that’s not what this post is about. It’s about how my kitchen spanking and the promise of another spanking yesterday affected me.

The kitchen spanking on Saturday was painful and not particularly welcomed. I wasn’t hard and I didn’t expect the swatting in this setting. That, of course, is perfectly OK. The spanking wasn’t for my amusement. It was punishment for carelessly getting food on my sweatshirt at lunch. I didn’t feel any sexual twinges on Saturday as a result of being punished. Again, that’s fine.

Here’s where it gets weird. I got aroused reading about my planned punishment for last night. Yes, it’s true that the idea of being spanked is erotic to me. But on Saturday, I knew I was going to be paddled. I wasn’t in the least bit aroused.  When I interrupted on Saturday night and was told I would be spanked, no arousal.

That’s two occasions in that many days when the promise of a spanking wasn’t a turn on. I’m not claiming it should be; don’t get me wrong. But then on Sunday, when reading about my upcoming punishment I did get aroused, I was surprised.

In the past, when Mrs. Lion has been active disciplining me, my interest in sex always increases. I know there is a connection between her control and my sexual desire. The connection isn’t as simple as me getting hard when I’m about to be punished, though that happens now and then.  There’s no doubt that erection or not, her consistent application of strict discipline is something I need.

This is rooted deeply in my psyche. I’m sure that some would say it comes from my childhood and lack of parental supervision. Maybe. But I suspect this is much more deeply rooted in who I am. I can’t deny this need. I’ve known about it for most of my life. Though, until my thirties, I had no idea how to articulate it. Sometimes, I imagined being spanked. That was hot. But I had no language for what was boiling under the surface.

Only when I had a chance to experience it for the first time, did I realize this was like food, even air to me.  It wasn’t that extreme. I was able to live without it for many years both before and after experiencing it. Now, with Mrs. Lion, I clearly see how important it is to me. The importance is articulated in my level of sexual interest. I think it is for most guys who share my need. It’s troubling to me that this sexual interest isn’t consistent. Promise of a spanking or other exercise of wifely power may or may not turn me on consciously. But I can’t deny its powerful effect on me beneath my consciousness.

I can’t help but wonder why I am inconsistent in terms of physically reacting to the disciplinary process. I’ve read of examples where the male gets hard before each and every spanking. The erection disappears fast enough after the spanking starts, but it is there like the overture to a Broadway show, before the curtain goes up.

It’s difficult for me to acknowledge how much I need this. I can’t label it as being submissive. That’s not my personality. It’s not masochism. I don’t like pain enough. But it is something. If nothing else, it’s part of who I am. I have to embrace it and openly acknowledge it. I don’t want to change. I may be embarrassed by being this way, but it’s who I am. I’m grateful Mrs. Lion accepts this part of me.

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As Lion wrote, he spilled food on his shirt yesterday at lunch. It was a tiny amount. It didn’t even leave much of a stain. But rules are rules. Any spillage requires punishment. Since he was under foot in the kitchen, I figured the kitchen paddle would work just fine. I worried I’d forget to punish him if I didn’t do it when I thought of it.

Lion was surprised I was using the kitchen paddle. As I whomped him I wondered why it mattered. In the past he’s said I never use it. Well, I’m using it. Besides, the infraction was food related. I may not use that paddle often but he sure got the message. He was wiggling quite a bit. It’s not the most comfortable paddle for me to use either but it does the trick. And now Lion knows I’m not against punishing him in the kitchen.

We spent the night holding hands and watching TV. Every so often I reminded him of his sore buns, although apparently not enough to keep him from interrupting me later on. It was bedtime and I didn’t feel like getting up again to find a paddle to whomp him. He agreed he didn’t want to be whomped; as if that matters. So the whomping has been delayed until today. I think this one will take place in the bedroom where I can use a more comfortable paddle and he won’t be able to wiggle around quite so much. He might even get a few extra swats for all the wiggling from yesterday.

A Lion just needs to learn to mind his manners. I can help with that to a certain extent. Me and my paddle. And I might even give him some corner time. On the punishment stool. What a bitch I am!

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The kitchen paddle went into action last night. Those sharp edges really hurt!

Yesterday, we continued with our lawn efforts. We got a new battery for our lawn tractor and lo and behold, it works! When we went out to get the battery, we had lunch in a fast-food, burrito place. I managed to get a bit of rice on my shirt. Mrs. Lion said,

“You know what that means.”

I certainly did. While Mrs. Lion was sauteing a stir fry, she got the kitchen paddle and told me it was time for my spanking. I was surprised she was doing it in the kitchen. In the past, that particular paddle was reserved for infractions while in that room. I mentioned that. Mrs. Lion didn’t see why it mattered. So, I bent over the counter and she made me yelp and jump. That little paddle really hurts! I think the sharp edges help increase the pain.

It seems that spilling food is the principal reason my butt gets spanked. Fortunately, I don’t do that very often. I’m not sure what the infrequency of punishment means. Have I cleaned up my act? Maybe. Or maybe Mrs. Lion isn’t in the habit of disciplining me for interrupting and doing other annoying things. Or, maybe I don’t do that anymore.

What a thought. I’ve actually improved. Seriously, I hope so. If that’s the case, it means that our Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) is working. When I get past the erotic fantasies around surrender and spanking, there’s a real benefit. I’m not claiming that spanking alone has caused me to correct misbehavior. That’s way too simplistic.

I think that the painful spanking brings my infraction to the top of my mind. It’s true that I don’t like being spanked when I’m naughty. It’s also true that consistent, strict enforcement is much more unpleasant than watching my P’s & Q’s. Inconsistent enforcement doesn’t work as well for me. Mrs. Lion knows this. She’s been working hard to be the consistent disciplinarian I need. I’m very grateful.

Of course, don’t ask me how grateful I am while my butt is burning. But once the burn dies down, I realize that I’m benefiting from her efforts. What began as an erotic fantasy has become a tool that is helping be a better man.

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I’m writing a quick post before round two with the lawn. Yesterday afternoon Lion attempted to get the tractor going, decided the battery needed charging, was unable to get the battery off the tractor or find the charger, and decided we’ll find someone to mow the lawn professionally. In the meantime, I mowed almost half of the larger lawn with the push mower. Today I’ll tackle the rest of it and, with any luck, maybe the dog’s lawn in front of the house. When she starts to high step while looking for a place to poop, it’s time to mow.

Despite being somewhat achy I decided to see if Lion was still horny. He’d told me the weather was somewhat warm but he wasn’t sure if it would last. I had a feeling my mouth could persuade him. I did.

It’s always a little tricky to edge him with my mouth. I can’t see his face to judge when he’s close. Last night I used the subtle, and then not-so-subtle, movement of his hips. When he started bucking I knew I had to stop soon. I did this a few times although I never really gave him much of a rest. I was always working on him. Slowly, for the most part. I did speed up from time to time, but this was going to be a slow torture.

Lion loves a good oral workout. He likes a bad one too but this was a good one. After quite a few stops and starts I slowly brought him to orgasm. From my point of view it wasn’t a big one, but on Lion’s end it sounded like a nice one. Since I was going slow it just built up in him until it crashed down. My side was calm. While he didn’t produce much semen (we’re still trying to figure out why there’s more some times than others) he gave me a nice taste and he was happy.