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I think our inaugural football game went well. There were nine penalties called and 43 points scored. Every time the Giants scored a field goal, Lion would say he wished he was getting seven swats instead of three. The only good thing is that the other team was just as pathetic at protecting their quarterback.

I started out with the shock collar set at two. I’ve never been zapped by it but it made Lion almost airborne when I zapped him. After a few zaps I turned it down to one. He helpfully told me that the longer I held the button down, the longer the zap lasted. When will he learn not to help? I tried to vary the length of time I zapped him but the last three or four were quick zaps.

I also tried to vary the strength of the swats. Lion pointed out that I gave lighter swats when the Giants scored than when the Falcons scored. I must have done this without thinking about it. I guess it makes sense because I would have been more annoyed when the other team scored. It’s funny it worked out that way.

When the game was over I reminded Lion that he’d spilled food on his shirt at lunch. He wasn’t excused from that. He told me to check the short to see if I could find a stain. That was our old rule. If he could get rid of the stain by the time we got home then he wouldn’t be punished. I even enabled him by carrying a stain remover. Some months ago we agreed that it was the act of getting the stain itself that deserved punishment, regardless of whether it was visible later. Of course, if it’s water or even a light broth that disappears by itself then there will be no punishment. Lion grudgingly conceded that the rule had changed. His butt was in trouble.

It was late when we finally snuggled and I attempted to arouse the sleeping weenie. Well, it wasn’t really sleeping. The game had piqued his interest. Being whomped and zapped was exciting. I decided to give him some oral attention. I got him close to the edge but it didn’t seem like I could get him over the top. Lion says it feels like he’s hitting a wall. He’s convinced he’s broken. I say he’s just got a lot on his mind with his vision troubles. Plus he’s been itchy again. It’s not a good combination for sex.

I’m not giving up on him. Not now. Not ever. I’m fairly stubborn. If I want my weenie to give me an orgasm then, dammit, my weenie will give me an orgasm. Eventually.

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Last night was our first football spanking game. Sadly, the Giants didn’t win. I also lost! Mrs. Lion used her “tenderizer” paddle (smooth side) for score keeping. Each point Atlanta scored earned me one hard swat. Giant points got me less painful hits. My bottom was red and sore by the end of the fourth quarter.

In addition, she used the shock collar to zap me under my balls each time there was a penalty. There were a few. She was kind to me and her zaps were short and not too strong. Still, it is a very uncomfortable feeling. It felt strange to hope no one scored, but I did. After the game, we agreed that we would continue with this game, playing once per weekend. We often watch more than one game a week. Of course, Mrs. Lion will decide which game.

This is the first spanking game we’ve played that works for both of us. Mrs. Lion said that she had a good time playing. I think activities like this are good for us. They playfully reinforce our power exchange. More importantly, they turn the passive, solitary activity of watching TV into an exciting interactive game.

For the record, Lioness 2.0 is firmly in residence. She acted pleased that my bottom was red and sore. She showed no sign of reducing the impact of her spanking as I got redder. That’s what I hoped would happen. Too much empathy can spoil a game, and, for that matter, a punishment.

Speaking of punishments, I earned one yesterday at lunch. I spilled food on my shirt. I wasn’t punished last night because of the game. I expect that my bottom will be very sore tonight. Mrs. Lion has been less severe with punishments lately. I imagine that’s because a spill on my shirt doesn’t demand a full-scale spanking. Much as I hesitate to say it, I believe that may be a mistake.

It isn’t logical to imagine a punishment for spilling food should be as severe as one for an offense that upsets my lioness. Just like the fine for going ten miles-per-hour over the speed limit is less than one for going twenty over, a spanking for spilling should be less than one for interrupting. That makes sense.

The problem with this logic is that the objective of any punishment is to teach me something. Is the reason for a more gentle spanking that it isn’t as important that I learn to be neat as it is to not interrupt? Objectively, it is. However, the purpose is to educate me. In that light, the test of success is how well I learn.

If this is my first spill in, let’s say a month, then maybe a “reminder” spanking is enough. If my last spill was only a week or two ago, then clearly I didn’t benefit from my prior spanking and need a stronger lesson. The same is true with other behavioral slips. I’m not suggesting that a reminder be a “slap on the wrist” so to speak. Based on our experience, it has to be a very strong spanking for me to remember next time. If I’m told that a second offense will be much stronger, the incentive to be careful is certainly larger.

So far, Mrs. Lion hasn’t used this method of escalating punishments. I think it might be time for her to consider this enhancement. Of course, if she chooses to do this, I need to be informed after my punishment what will happen next time, if there is a next time. That’s where the power lies. If I’m foolish enough to slip up again, I will learn how much worse it can get.

Make no mistake, I’m not fond of this concept at all. I believe I will profit if this structure is added to our disciplinary marriage. Negative reinforcement, for me at least, works best when the stakes go up each time I repeat an offense. Enough, maybe too much, said.

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I really didn’t remember telling Lion he’d gets swats for football points. I swear I said he’d get zapped. That’s why was only going to do one per score. Seven zaps seemed excessive. I had to go back through my posts to check. Sure enough, I’d said swats. Lion said he didn’t hear what I said in my mind. Silly.

In hindsight, it does make more sense to receive zaps and swats. Penalties and points are two different things. They should receive different modes of attention. Lion was smart not to read my mind.

If it was totally dependent on the Giants score, Lion’s butt would probably be very safe tonight. In short, they stink. They seem to be picking right up from where they left off last season. That’s why I decided to go with both teams’ scores.

I have an idea of the paddle I’ll use. It’s the one with the tenderizer side. I won’t use that side. We use it for play and, after all, isn’t that what this is? It will also save my hand from the misery that is potentially a high-scoring game even if it’s not the Giants scoring the points.

As always, we have no idea how this is going to work. It may not work at all. It may work, but not in this configuration. We may have to tweak it a lot. Poor Lion. Sometimes he’s a lab rat.

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touchdown
Touchdown! 7 swats? 14 swats? 21 swats? Mrs Lion has to decide.

Mrs. Lion is still working out the rules for her NFL game. Currently, she has me zapped for each penalty. She is trying to decide how many swats I get when a team scores. I suggested one per point. She’s considering her options.

Scoring isn’t all that frequent, so maybe one swat per point may not be severe enough. Seven swats, what I would get for a touchdown may not be memorable enough. Mrs. Lion will decide. I’m aroused thinking about playing.

She is a bit concerned that in this game I have no control. When we play Zapardy, I can avoid a zap by getting a question right. In the football game, everything is beyond my control. I don’t mind that at all. Mrs. Lion has to decide if that works for her.

I like the idea of games with penalties. I always have. I’m not sure that Mrs. Lion shares my enthusiasm. She invented the football game. Maybe she will have fun playing it.

She is in the habit of playing on her iPad during games. Playing with me might stop her from playing with the iPad. Maybe not. Things don’t move so fast in football that she has to react as soon as a flag is thrown or a touchdown made.

We aren’t the first to think of a football spanking game. Here is one I found in a reddit discussion:

“Sir and i came up with a great one a couple weeks ago. Whenever we’re watching a football game, i get spanked every time a score happens. If it’s our team, it’s his hand. If it’s the opponent, it’s the hairbrush or paddle. Also it’s cumulative. So six spanks for the first touchdown, then seven after extra point…then ten if there’s a field goal next…you get the idea.”

What do you think of this idea, Mrs. Lion?

I hope she will find other ways to extend our BDSM activities that we can both enjoy. If she is having fun playing, she is more likely to want to play frequently. Based on what just thinking about our football game does to me, it’s obvious I need the additional stimulation.

Masturbation games are also big fun. Mrs. Lion says she has fun edging me. Maybe she can make use of that in a game too. Do you have any fun games you play?

[Mrs. Lion – Lion is anxious to start our game. The Giants play tonight. That’s when we’ll start. Lion will receive one zap every time a penalty flag is thrown. Two flags on one play? Two zaps. He’ll receive one swat for every point scored by either team. I’ll use a paddle of some sort. By halftime we should have a decent understanding of how things are going and we can adjust as needed.]