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Yesterday we went to get bagels at the only place that makes decent bagels in the Northwest. Of course, that’s our opinion. And we picked up Lion’s birthday cake at an Italian bakery with a “small” sub that would feed a neighborhood. We shared said sub for lunch and, through the miracle of the internet and Alexa app, Lion turned on the wax warmers as I drove home.

We still had to wait a little while for the wax to be at the correct temperature, but they had a head start. It turns out that Lion didn’t have much hair on his flip side. I took care of some patches on his legs. His crack had very little fur. Maybe there’s something to this waxing thing. I think we may have figured out that the trick to getting any remaining wax off of him when I’m done is to douse him in mineral oil, rub it in, wait a minute or two and then towel off the oil. He was less sticky when he went to take a shower. Now we have to figure out how to get the wax off the waxing table sheets and we’ll be good to go.

After dinner Lion was looking for a snack. He’d forgotten about his cake but once he saw it he needed it. Happy birthday to him. He loves this cake. It may not be as good as the cake he could get back home, but it’s wonderful when he can find anything that comes close. When I put the plates in the dishwasher I teased him that we could have birthday cake when the dog had her ice cream. He would have if I didn’t decide I was going to have the rest of my piece of chocolate cake I’d brought home Friday night.

I did get around to giving Lion his punishment for spilling on his shirt Friday night. I thought I gave him a good spanking. He managed to hold still until I told him how good he was being at holding still and then he rolled away. Isn’t that just like a toddler? I made him stand in the corner for five minutes – no punishment stool, no mouth soaping. A little while later I asked how his buns were and he said they were fine. So much for an effective spanking.

Lion was surprised that he got an orgasm last night. I wasn’t sure if I’d just edge him until he broke or what I’d do, but I decided to let him go all the way. Why? I like to keep him guessing. Afterwards, he said he didn’t think he’d get an orgasm. Good. That’s the plan. He shouldn’t ever think he’s going to get an orgasm. He shouldn’t ever think he’s not going to get an orgasm. He should have no idea one way or the other.

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{Saturday, dinner time} I’m now hairless from the neck down. Mrs. Lion waxed my front side on Friday and my flip side this afternoon. Her technique is steadily improving each session. For some reason, when I looked down at my legs, the fact that the hair is gone struck me. That’s odd since I’ve had no hair for about two months now. Maybe it was the bright, LED lighting in our dungeon. I don’t know. but it struck me.

I’m horny again. It’s only been three days since my last orgasm. Tonight I’ll get that spanking for getting salsa on my shirt last night. I wonder if knowing that’s coming is turning me on. I’m not surprised.I find spankings exciting; at least before they start. It doesn’t take long to lose the arousal once she goes to work.

It’s really odd that even though I know how much I will hate the spanking and anything that comes after it, I’m still turned on in anticipation. Years ago, at a BDSM club in NY, a guy was being spanked severely. He was bent over a saw horse. His top was going to town on his butt and he had a raging hardon the entire time. He clearly liked the pain. In contrast, my erection is gone almost immediately once the paddle starts whacking my bottom.

The after-spanking activities do nothing to improve my mood. I hate spending time in the corner sitting on my punishment stool. The stiff coconut fibers penetrate my skin like little needles. When I’m finally allowed to get up, I’m stuck to the painful surface. It hurts to leave its embrace. I’ve wondered how it would feel to get up and then sit down again. Fresh skin would feel the sharp fibers. Fortunately, that hasn’t happened yet.

Mrs. Lion’s other after-spanking activity is mouth soaping. So far this hasn’t been too bad at all. We use Dove hypo-allergenic soap. It’s unscented and Ph balanced. It has almost no taste at all. Still, it is mouth soaping. The time she used Ivory soap it was very different. That has a really bad flavor. I tasted it for some time after I rinsed out my mouth.

As long as the amount of time I have to hold the soap in my mouth is about five minutes, all I get is a bad tasting experience. Once, when I had to hold it for 15 or 20 minutes, I got mild caustic burns in my mouth and throat from the soap. It wasn’t horrible, but my throat hurt for a day or two. Five to ten minutes seems to be a safe and thoroughly unpleasant soaping experience. Mission accomplished.

I’m not sure which after-spanking punishment is most appropriate for getting salsa on my shirt. Fortunately, it’s not my job to figure out. Perhaps I will get spanked with no add-on. A lion can hope.

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Yesterday I went for the analysis of my sleep study. I have mild sleep apnea. I get to wear a stylish mask to bed. If that doesn’t get Lion’s motor running, I don’t know what will. It’ll be a few weeks before I get that sexy mask so I’ll have to figure out other ways to arouse him in the meantime.

We watched waxing videos before I attempted another waxing session. I should say Lion watched them. I napped through a lot of it. I got the gist. I was just so tired yesterday. I think waxing looks easy on the videos because the guy has done it about a million times and because he’s waxing a young, muscular guy who doesn’t have loose skin here or there. Some areas of Lion are easier to pull the skin tight. Others, not so much. Plus, the hair is dark against the waxee’s skin. The waxer isn’t hunting for a gray hair or going after that one patch of stubborn hair that doesn’t want to come off no matter what direction you try.

When I was done Lion asked if he was hairless on the front. I told him I doubted it. He seemed disappointed. I can’t guarantee I got every hair off. I can’t guarantee I didn’t miss an entire patch somewhere. I’m not a professional waxer. I’m not even close. But I’m doing my best. At least I don’t seem to have bruised him as badly as last week or the week before. Today I’ll tackle the flip side.

Lion got himself in trouble last night. He started out with a few bits of tortilla chips on his shirt. That wasn’t the problem. It was when he added salsa to the mix that he earned some swats. I thought about it when we first got home but I was so full I just wanted to relax for a bit. Then Lion fell asleep watching TV. I was struggling to stay awake myself. By the time we were both awake again, the dog had her ice cream and we were back to watching TV, I’d forgotten all about his punishment. When he asked me about it as I was falling asleep, I told him I’d get him today. I was probably too tired to give him the nice punishment he deserved last night anyway.

Today we are off to lay in a supply of bagels and to pick up Lion’s birthday cake. Years ago I found an Italian bakery that comes fairly close to m atching Lion’s favorite Italian bakery in Greenwich Village; at least as far as rum birthday cakes are concerned. We’re still getting things ready for our guest who is arriving on Thursday, so we’ll be doing some more cleaning and hiding of toys. The punishment stool will be hidden in the basement. It might be hard to explain why there’s a piece of welcome mat on a kitchen stool. Better to remove it from view.

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It was bound to happen. Sooner or later I would slip. Last night I got food on my shirt. It’s the curse of Montezuma. Every time we go to a Mexican restaurant and they put the plate of tortilla chips with nice salsa in front of me, I have to eat some. Good ol’ Montezuma makes the salsa slide off the chip and onto my shirt. Last time, we were on our July 4th camping trip and we had our traditional dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. Mrs. Lion gave me that you’re-in-truoble smile, and sure enough my butt was red and burning a few hours later.

This time my butt is pristine. Mrs. Lion observed my little slip (slop?) and, yes, I got the look. But the night passed with no paddles applied to my butt. Being a stupid male, I asked her about it as she was falling asleep — see, I’m not that stupid — and she said in a sleepy voice, “I forgot.”

I won’t need to remind her again. It’s been well over a month since my last punishment. I have been reprimanded for upsetting her, but no punishments resulted. That, of course, is just growing pains as she gets used to the idea that she can beat me for annoying her. That;s a big leap for her. I would think it is for most women. They aren’t raised to be forceful with their mates. Their moms never told them about this.

Most of the time when I read about parenting in a Female Led Relationship (FLR), dealing with children in the house is mentioned the same way others discuss BDSM in homes with kids. It’s not cool to bring non-consenting people into a power exchange. Children fall into that category. So,  no, I don’t advocate indoctrinating the kiddies with tales of female power.

I think there are opportunities to display our alternate take on “Father Knows Best”. No, you shouldn’t spank dad in front of the kids or make him grovel on the floor or humiliate him at the family dinner table. But it is perfectly reasonable to ask him to do things that other kids’ moms usually do. You know, cooking and serving and cleaning up. Again, not in a humiliating way, but just as it should be: a normal part of day-to-day life.

I knew a couple who had a female-led power exchange. It was mostly BDSM play. One morning their teenage daughter said that she heard spanking going on in her parents’ bedroom. “How can you let dad hit you?” her daughter asked. Without a taking a beat, her mother answered, “How do you know your father was doing the spanking?”

I’m not suggesting that situations like this be manufactured by a couple. I think that when an older child stumbles on some evidence of role surprises, that it be handled in the way my friend did. No explanation was offered. No lies were told. Just a reasonable question that offers a lot more information than a long “birds and bees” conversation.

In case you wondered, I almost certainly won’t get through the day today without a sore bottom. A lioness, even a tired one, doesn’t forget her duty.