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I guess it’s my fault. I’ve been thinking about getting in better shape. I need to lose weight but my primary goal is to be better able to do things without hurting. Yesterday was one of the days I needed to be able to do things.

We had to buy a new generator. It weighs 196 pounds. We had to maneuver it out of the truck and put it together. We had to put gas in it. These new “safer” gas cans are a pain in the neck. I’m sure they work well for putting gas in a car, but for filling anything else, they are difficult. Trying to hold a five gallon can while aiming at a three inch hole and having to put the correct amount of pressure on the nozzle is hell on your back and hips.

I spilled gas all over the generator and myself. Lion yelled that I was spilling it. I yelled that I was doing the best I could. It amazes me that he thinks we work well together in these situations. Despite all the yelling and difficulties, we got the generator running and all the extension cords run.

I started off the day with a headache and ended with back and hip pains. It still hurts to move but the generator will need more gas soon. And, when all this over, we have to undo everything. I guess this proves my theory that I need to get into better shape.

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In: Lion's Journal, Punishment

As you might imagine, not too much is happening here. The power company hasn’t managed to even start fixing our downed power line. Our energy is going into staying warm and keeping the generator gassed up.

Stubborn optimism prevails. We’re into the 2nd day of this. Mrs. Lion has been great. So far, we’ve been eating out. We have a camping stove and I guess we will  break it out and start cooking. A few years ago, we had no power for five days. We don’t want to go through that again.

With no hot water, we both need showers. When we get the camp stove out of the garage, sponge baths are in order. We also have to get some ground coffee so we can brew some, camp style.

Mrs. Lion is staying home from work. I’m glad. It makes this easier to face. She’s napping now. She didn’t sleep well last night — neither of us did — worrying that the house doesn’t get too cold.

We’re confined to the bedroom. It’s the only room with power and TV. Her iPad games work without Internet, though we have it via our phones acting as hot spots.

So, she can play her games. I have keyboard for my iPad and I’m writing using it. While we are somewhat restricted, we have managed to keep things running well enough to be comfortable.

I asked Mrs. Lion if we could do her experiment once a week. That would let me heal and not have the spankings become the center of our lives. When the power comes back, I’m due for my next installment. In a way, I’m looking forward to it. I get aroused when I think about being spanked. That’s another reason to cut back the frequency; it gives me time to anticipate it.

Since we have heat (propane) and light in our bedroom, our rules are still in full force. Today is punishment day. I’m on my best behavior. I haven’t been punished since Mrs. Lion began her spanking experiment. Given how painful her experiment is, I’m sure a punishment would be horrible.

Of course, it should be. That’s the way they are supposed to be. I’m in no rush to discover just how bad one will be.

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In: Lion's Journal

At 2:30am Sunday morning, a wind storm took out  our power. It’s still out 18 hours later with no end in sight. Over 100,00 others in the region are still in the dark as well. Our backup generator isn’t working. Early this morning we bought a replacement.

Our refrigerator and freezers have power. We also have a lamp in the bedroom and our satellite TV. We’re hunkered down until the lights are on again.

Thanks for understanding.

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In: Lion's Journal, Sex, Spanking
A different lion’s butt.

My rear end has been dominating our posts lately. I imagine you are pretty tired of reading about it. I think our experiment may be doing more than monopolizing our posts. It’s also keeping my ass perpetually marked.

That in itself isn’t so terrible. I’m not so sure it’s good for me either. I’m not suggesting we stop our disciplinary experiment entirely. I think it may need adjusting. For one thing, every other day may be a little more frequent than we need. Maybe, once a week makes more sense.

This will give me a chance to heal and allow Mrs. Lion to use spanking for its intended purpose: discipline. As it stands now, her experiment precludes any other impact activity. It also occupies more of our attention than I think it deserves. 300 swats may also be little harsher than we originally thought. I’m willing to concede that my perspective may be distorted when it comes to how many times I get swatted. Mrs. Lion will have to decide.

In the interest of science, I ordered another paddle identical to the one Mrs. Lion has been using for her experiments with one important difference: there are no holes in the new one. The one she is using now has quarter-inch holes covering the business end of the paddle. It’s my contention that some of the red, raised areas spankings are developing on my butt come from the holes. If when Mrs. Lion uses the paddle without holes those spots no longer appear, we’ll understand that they are responsible for these mysterious red dots. It’s also possible, that they are the cause of the slight bleeding she has noticed.

My last two ejaculations were via ruined orgasms. According to Mrs. Lion, neither were intended. I’m okay with ruined orgasms. They do feel good. They don’t (hint, hint) feel as good as full ones. But, alas, beggars can’t be choosers.

I think if we take the spanking experiment off the front burner, Mrs. Lion will have more opportunities to think of other ways we can have sexy fun. I’m hoping that she will include herself in the sexy activities. However, I don’t think she should feel any pressure to do that. The only reason I bring it up is that she mentioned it in an earlier post. I’m fine if she wishes to preserve the status quo.

I can’t help but think that more people have seen my hindquarters than I ever imagined. Maybe some folks think is my new avatar. Oh that’s Lion, see the cracked moon? I haven’t bothered to calculate it, but over the last several weeks I’m sure you seen my ass almost as frequently as Mrs. Lion. I hope you like it.

Well, today is Sunday. I’m hoping that we can have some fun that doesn’t include 300 swats. Of course, the NFL playoffs are in progress, so at least 300 swats may be in my immediate future.