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In: Health and safety, Mrs Lion Comments

Lion went to the doctor to find out if the new medications were making him sleepy and came home with a cough. Obviously that wasn’t the result he was looking for. Now we’re both coughing. As is usually the case, I am still mobile. I went to work all last week and I’m planning a trip to the store to get needed supplies like OJ and cough medicine. Then I’ll come home and hunker down under the covers with Lion.

Neither of us are thinking about sex. I’m mostly thinking of sleep and Lion is just trying to breathe without collapsing into a coughing fit. I think he did get some sleep last night after spending most of Thursday night awake. Other than coughing, the biggest problem for him is eating. He’s not hungry and nothing tastes good. I’ve managed to get some yogurt in him and some toast. Every little bit helps. When I hit the store I’ll get some oatmeal. Simple bland things are the way to go, I think.

The other night I gave Lion a ruined orgasm. I hadn’t meant to give him one. I was planning on edging him and making him wait. Oops. The next day he asked if I would try to give him another ruined orgasm right after he had one. We’ve never tried that. He’s said it might work. When we’re feeling better we’ll have to give it a shot. Of course, he won’t necessarily get one right away. I do still want to make him wait for an orgasm. I know he’s been waiting for a few days already. I mean when he actually wants one. He hasn’t really been frustrated lately. I should spend some time getting him back in the habit of being horny and not allowing him to come. Then I can spring the multiple ruined orgasms on him.

For now, though, I’ll just concentrate on keeping him alive through his cold. Good thing we have lots of soup on hand.

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In: Punishment, Lion's Journal, Spanking
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This overhand swat is best for use with heavier paddles. The time it takes to raise and lower the arm sets a good, natural rhythm.

Wednesday night I was punished for upsetting Mrs. Lion. She was angry that I was unhappy with our power exchange. I realize that’s a bit of circular logic on her part, but it’s valid that she was upset. She emailed me to fetch the large tenderizer and put it on the bed. Later, she explained that she wanted me to put it there so she wouldn’t forget to punish me.

I read something different in her order. To me, it was a sort of symbolic order to cut a switch for her to use to spank me. I was surprised she wanted to beat me for my feelings. However, I felt is was a positive move. Later in the evening, she kept her promise.

Mrs. Lion isn’t new to this paddle. She’s used it twice to inflict swats during our NFL spanking game. It hurt like hell when she was counting out points! The spanking wasn’t as harsh. Near the end I yelped and wanted to get away. But, in the scale of her normal punishments, this was quite mild.

I asked her about it later. She told me that this paddle may not work out for punishment. When I asked why, she told me that it was too difficult to hit with quick strokes. That makes sense. The paddle is large and heavy. The face is large. Unlike the spanking spoon and some of our lighter paddles, this one is more about thud than sting. I suggested that she use a slower, steady rhythm with hard swats. She told me that she thought punishment spankings had to be hard, fast hits.

A while ago, we discussed the difference between play spankings and punishment. One difference was that punishments had continuous, rapid swats, while play spankings had pauses. I didn’t realize how literally Mrs. Lion took this difference.

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The tenderizer. It’s got a much larger business end.
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A spanking, whether for fun or punishment, has a pace that is established by a combination of factors. The nature of the striking instrument has a lot to do with pacing. A second significant factor is the impact each swat imparts. For example, it makes little sense to use a cane in rapid strokes. It takes a few seconds for the impact of a cane’s blow to be fully felt. For maximum effect, waiting between strokes maximizes the impact of the beating.

Most paddles develop sensation based on flurries of swats. Each swat builds on the pain of the last. This is particularly true of lighter instruments. They light up nerves on the surface of the skin. Hard, fast swats don’t give the recipient time to recover. When Mrs. Lion uses her swatting spoon or a lighter paddle, she can have me trying to escape in no time when she gets going.

A large, heavy paddle like the tenderizer is a bit different. If hard swats are given in rapid succession, the effect will be strong but not as painful as the lighter paddle.  On the other hand, strong, measured swats like the ones I get during football game play have a much stronger effect than the lighter paddles.

Each blow is experienced as a separate insult. The next blow which arrives less than a second later is just in time to make things worse. It’s a hybrid of the light paddle and cane experiences. A way to think about it is the paddle position when spanking. If the large paddle is raised above the head and then brought down with both muscle power and inertia, the rhythm will be a steady, very painful pace.

It’s still possible to control the force of each blow, so the intensity can build up as the spanking proceeds. It also makes it easier to work with the heavier wood.

This was my first punishment spanking in a long time; too long, I think. While I understand the importance of using punishment as a way of teaching me, I think it also serves another purpose. Without attempting to psychoanalyze the reasons, that punishment helped me feel better about us.

 

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

I started off my post yesterday intending to answer Lion’s post from today. The problem is that it didn’t publish until this morning. You wouldn’t have had any idea what I was talking about. I was going to suggest that I should fake enjoying myself so Lion thinks I’m having fun, but I’ve come up with a better analogy.

It’s review time here at the old office. That got me thinking about Lion’s post. He feels bad that I’m doing things he thinks I don’t like. He thinks I don’t enjoy it. He says I do things for him, not to him. Potato, tomato. This is what made me think of our office performance reviews.

Let’s say my boss tells me I answer the phones timely and pleasantly; I answer emails timely and pleasantly; I do my work and help others; I cover for my coworkers when they’re sick or on vacation and I help train new people. I need to do a little work on X, but I get a positive review all the way up to the last item, which is having fun. I don’t look like I’m enjoying myself. So they can’t give me a raise. As a matter of fact, they’re going to cut my pay. Excuse me?

I was upset after I read Lion’s post. I was hurt. I’m doing a great job but he feels bad so we’ll just stop because I’m not having fun. After I wrote my post and had some lunch I felt a little better. Then it occurred to me that I had I have the perfect recourse. When Lion upsets me or annoys me, I can punish him. He may feel bad about being selfish but he shouldn’t make me feel bad. Besides, I thought I wrote a post about his not needing to feel selfish just recently. Lion needs to learn.

I sent him an email telling him to put the newer tenderizer paddle on the bed so I could punish him. This served two purposes. He knew I meant business and if the paddle was on the bed I wouldn’t forget to punish him. Later on he said I’d never asked him to get the paddle before. I guess it made an impression on him. Good.

After I whomped his butt with both sides of the tenderizer paddle, he said he could probably have stood more swats. I’m sure that’s true. Had I used the smaller paddle, I probably could have whomped him longer. The larger paddle wasn’t the right choice. It’s a bit too heavy for rapid fire swats. Maybe his reaction signals the fact that he didn’t get the full effect of the punishment. I’m sure he’ll revisit this issue several more times before he realizes he should stop feeling bad about being selfish. At the very least, he should stop making me feel bad about it.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex

We’re heading into the coldest time of the year here in the Pacific Northwest. December is historically our coldest month. Mrs. Lion put our heated hummingbird feeder out last night. We’ve been snuggling under the covers watching TV. I’m happy to say that we both feel a bit better. I took a sleeping pill last night and got some decent rest. Mrs. Lion’s cold is finally on the way out.

All isn’t roses yet. Our dog had a seizure last night. We have medication to get her out of it, but still it was yet another issue with someone we love. I hope this is the end of it for a while.

I would like to thank the people who left those wonderful, warm comments on Tuesday. They mean a lot to us both. We always like to hear from our readers. Writing can be an isolating exercise. Simply knowing that a lot of people read what we write is nice, but actually hearing from some is so much better.

Some bloggers, almost all women, end up having extensive email “relationships” with esubbies. These are men who share fantasies with a blogger. Many turn into two-way cyber sex. The people involved have a great masturbatory time. Occasionally, a blogger will reprint one of these interactive fantasies. Some can be quite hot to read.

To my knowledge, dominant women don’t engage in this sort of correspondence with submissive bloggers like me. I’m not complaining. I’m simply observing that there is a clear difference between how the sexes differ. For the record, Mrs. Lion doesn’t receive invitations to do online domination. I’m glad.

We may make ourselves inaccessible to our readers. I wonder about that. This came into my mind after she and I talked about broadening our experience. I’m a curious critter and poke my nose all over the Internet. Mrs. Lion doesn’t. It’s not that she’s incurious. She’s not motivated to expand her BDSM/dominant knowledge. At least, that’s how I see it. She’s not interested in sex, so nothing she reads or does turns her on. I suspect that if she could be aroused, her curiosity would be like mine.

Her motivation to be a better top comes from a desire to do more for me (not to me). Sex is a service she provides me. She’s aware I need it and I need the play. So, she provides it. This explains why there is little variety in what we do. She has no reason to look for more. She will dig around if she senses I am getting bored, but the sole motivation is me.

Just yesterday, in her post, she resolved to allow more vaginal penetration. I am very happy about that. I’ve only been inside her once since before January 2016 (when I started to keep track). Her offer is purely altruistic. Apparently, she derives no real pleasure from it.

I am grateful for her continuing desire to make me happy. I feel guilty as hell that she has to work so hard just because I need sex. I hate being someone’s job. I want to be a source of pleasure. Even though this has been going on for years, I just can’t get past the inherent selfishness in what we do.

The alternative is for me to stop wanting play and sex. Leave my needs in my underwear drawer along side my Jail Bird. It might be easier in the end. I could start writing erotic fiction and begin jerking off again. Or, maybe just try to let it all go. It’s just getting too hard the current way things are going.