I still owed Lion a punishment last night for the whole interrupting fiasco from a few days ago. I really didn’t feel like spanking him but I couldn’t do Icy Hot since I’d waxed his balls earlier in the day. The sensitive spots would have lit up like a Christmas tree with even the smallest amount of menthol. So, spanking it was.
I decided to use the paddle I’d used for our spanking experiment. It has a flat side and a tenderizer side. My goal was to get him nice and rosy-cheeked and then switch to the tenderizer side for a bit. Unfortunately, Lion’s buns were apparently still sensitive from his last punishment. Not too long into it, he was roaring. He rolled away and said it was definitely a yellow situation. I can’t tell you the last time Lion has done that. He may roll away but I think he’s said yellow only one other time.
I didn’t want to stop the punishment, but there was clearly an issue. I swatted less forcefully on the left cheek and then changed to hitting both cheeks with each swat. And then I wound things up. Obviously I didn’t do a lot of damage this time. And I didn’t think I did a lot of damage last time. But there was definitely something going on. You never want to hit on old bruising.
Now, here’s my problem: Lion has said punishment should be harsher than the experiment, but every time I try to ramp things up he can’t take it. When I first tried, I did harder swats in groups of ten. He did okay for the first four sets or so, and then he was trying to get away. If I maintain fifteen swats per group at roughly the same strength as the experiment, he can take more swats but he still rolls away. That’s what happened when I had to start over the other night.
I do know the answer. I need to tie him to the bed. But I have a problem with that. First, he likes to be tied up so that seems like a little bit of reward mixed into the punishment. Second, shouldn’t he be able to stay still for punishment? I mean, shouldn’t that be part of the punishment too? Having someone stand in the corner isn’t just about the isolation of being in a corner. It’s also about standing there, with your feet begging to move and your legs screaming to sit down. Yes, I know I deserve to be in the corner, but holy hell, my feet are asleep!