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Our 4th of July started out quietly. Many businesses were closed in the very small town near the campground. We ate lunch in town and uploaded our posts. Then we went back to the camper and snoozed while watching TV. Lion hadn’t slept very well the night before and I’ve just been tired for days.

We had an American-as-apple-pie dinner of hamburgers, potato salad, macaroni salad and cole slaw. After dinner, we watched some TV and waited for the fireworks show. About 9 o’clock I asked Lion if he’d rather watch fireworks or make some of our own. He wisely chose to make fireworks of our own.

When he took a shower he attempted to de-fur himself. He nicked his scrotum in a few places. That meant I couldn’t use Icy Hot on him or I might have zinged those spots. I didn’t feel comfortable tying his balls either. I did, however, swat his balls a bit. Just with my hands. I told him I don’t need special equipment to make his balls sting.

I decided Lion needed some oral attention. Despite the limited room in the camper for playing, I prefer it for oral sex. At home the footboard cuts into my legs. In the camper there’s no footboard and I can gain leverage by putting my feet on the dresser. Lion doesn’t complain in either case.

I was going to edge him and leave it at that. I did edge him a few times. But then I decided I’d promised him fireworks. He had a nice orgasm. We were also done in plenty of time to watch the local fireworks show.

Today we’ll go off exploring. It’s a beautiful sunny day with just a few clouds in the sky. Perfect vacation weather.

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In: 2.0, Lion's Journal

We’re at the state park. I’m writing this on July 4th as I sit naked, looking out at trees, grass, and lots of other campers. We arrived yesterday afternoon. It took us a very short time (under 15 minutes) to set up.

There’s no cell service here. But our satellite dish found the mother ship and we have high definition TV. We have to drive ten miles to the nearest town so we can send our posts to the server. Ahh! Roughing it.

Last night we followed a little tradition and had dinner at the local Mexican restaurant. There are five places to eat and this was the first place we tried four years ago when we visited for the first time. At dinner, I managed to spill food on my shirt. For the record, this is the first spill in a long time.

Mrs. Lion, of course, noticed. As soon as we got back to the trailer, before I could undress, The very vicious rubber paddle was on the bed. She asked me if I noticed. I did. As soon as I was naked, she had me assume the position (lying across the bed), and she went to work. She’s definitely getting “better” at this. I turned and asked her to stop. She was sweating. I pointed it out. She said, “Yes,” and made a twirling motion with her hand. That means roll over. I did.

She kept spanking. Her swats made me yelp into the bed. I was very unhappy and getting angry. Anger is a sign of effective spanking. Generally, a spanking, if allowed to continue, will first evoke yelps and some sexual arousal. That arousal disappears quickly and is replaced by pure pain. After a while, anger sets in. After a longer time, that turns to acceptance and sometimes tears.

Each time I’m spanked, Mrs. Lion moves the needle a little further. It’s punishment day today. Thursday punishment days are when Mrs. Lion gives maintenance spankings. I’m not looking forward to this one. Mrs. Lion is improving her spanking skills much faster than I’ve learned to hold still.

She is a devoted game player. Mrs. Lion spends as much free time as she can playing games on her iPad. She works at them until she beats them. She’s written that she is approaching punishment the same way. Each spanking is a learning experience for her. Of course, it is a teaching experience for me.

We snuggled before bed and Mrs. Lion teased me. She’s perfected controlling my orgasms. I’m sure she will perfect spanking soon as well. She’s also consistently aware of my behavior and is ready to punish me if I break a rule.

Yes, this is what I asked her to do. No, I’m not sorry I asked.

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In: Punishment, Spanking

We arrived with no muss and no fuss. There was very little traffic. Setting up was not difficult. We both snoozed a bit before we went out to find food.

Four years ago, when we first discovered this area, our first dinner out was at a Mexican restaurant. We’ve kept that tradition ever since. Lion made it most of the way through dinner without trouble but then spilled food on his shirt. Uh oh.

I hadn’t given him his maintenance spanking on Monday night so I deferred it to last night. Lion was not happy about being spanked. He was really not happy in the middle of it. He kept trying to move away. I asked him if he thought I wouldn’t follow him across the bed to keep spanking him. He told me he had enough. But it’s not up to him. I didn’t say he’d had enough. I kept going. He kept moving.

I know. I know. I should have started over with the punishment. The best way to cure him of his wiggling and insistence that I should stop is by starting over. Eventually he’ll learn. But the thing is, I get tired of hitting him. My arm strength is not as good as it should be. That’s one of the reasons we’re doing maintenance spanking.

In the end, in Lion’s end, he might have been sore but he wasn’t red. The slight rosiness didn’t even last until he got off the bed. He says his butt is notorious for not getting or staying red. I guess it’s a good thing for him that I don’t rely solely on how red his tushy is to know when I’m done.

It was late before I tried to play with him. We were both tired and I wasn’t really even going to try. But when we snuggled he responded fairly quickly. It was short lived though. He’d dropped the remote and the TV was distracting. By the time he picked it up it was too late. After the fireworks we’ll try for some fireworks of our own.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex, Spanking
mean rubber paddle
Mrs. Lion’s heavy, rubber paddle. It’s made from thick conveyor belt material. It’s a bargain, but it needs a long airing out to get rid of the strong, rubber smell. (Click image to go the site selling it)

Today is U.S. Independence day. We are enjoying a state park high in the Cascade mountains. Tonight there will be fireworks. We sit with other campers on the side of a hill and fireworks are launched over the lake. By Disney or New York standards it’s a modest display. Ironically, it competes well with Seattle’s annual, embarrassing fireworks. For a city (16th in the U.S.) that hosts Amazon, Microsoft, T-Mobile, Boeing and lots more, it is amazing that the Fourth is celebrated with such a limp show. To add insult to injury, the “soundtrack” for this “show” is a misguided medley of pop music selected by a tone-deaf local DJ. Anyway, up here the music of singing frogs and crickets is interrupted by the pop of each shell as it bursts into bright colors. I love fireworks.

It gets dark quite late this far north. Little kids fall asleep on blankets on the ground as we wait for the show to start. Mrs. Lion and I snuggle on a blanket enjoying each other and our surroundings. Sex will be a distant hum  buzzing in the background of my consciousness. It’s there, but the rockets’ red glare will take precedence.

Tomorrow, there is likely to be a hot red glare emanating from my butt. It will be punishment day and Mrs. Lion is perfecting her punishment spanking technique. She has a lot of implements to choose from. I suggested she pick one, like the heavy rubber paddle/strap she used last week. It is very painful. She told me she wasn’t sure if she would take it or not. I don’t know what’s in her travel toy kit. I’ll find out.

I’m not wearing a chastity device and we didn’t pack one. I’m a wild lion for our vacation. Of course, that doesn’t mean I can ejaculate whenever I want. I’m always under strict, orgasm control. By the way, orgasm control doesn’t necessarily mean long waits to come. It can. But it also can mean more frequent orgasms as well. The point is that Mrs. Lion decides. I don’t get a vote at all.

We both hope you enjoy the holiday and get to relax and see or make some fireworks.