figged lion
Mrs. Lion’s ginger-flavored Chinese dish reminded her of a non-culinary application: figging me.

It’s Saturday morning. In light of her post Friday, I asked her what she had in store for me today. I got the distinct impression that there would be considerable playing, most of it uncomfortable, with me today. She replied,

“We have to go to the store and I have to do some cleaning.”

That wasn’t what I expected to hear. She made a big deal about being sure that I got enough sleep on Friday night to be wide-awake for Saturday’s fun and games. For the record, I took a sleeping pill and got a full night’s sleep on Friday. I am wide awake and horny thanks to a long, sweaty, close-to-coming teasing session Friday night. Could I have misunderstood? Mrs. Lion didn’t explicitly say what we would do or when we would do it. It could be just wishful thinking on my part. Fair enough.

Friday night was the last installment of my three-part spanking for forgetting to tell her last Saturday was punishment day. For the record, I reminded her first thing Saturday morning this week. She’s been experimenting a bit with her spanking technique. I detect that her swats are a little harder and she told me that she’s increased her striking area to include some of my upper thighs. For my part, I think I’m learning to remain still during my spanking. I think it helps me to be lying across the edge of the bed with my legs dangling to the floor.

My teasing session followed my spanking by just about one half hour. My libido did not seem a bit damaged by the burning in my bottom. I like the way Mrs. Lion is treating both my punishment and teasing as routine events. She begins each without fanfare or comment. Before the spanking, she reminded me why I was getting beaten and asked me if I remembered. I did, of course.

There’s something arousing about having things done to me in a matter-of-fact, routine way. It’s not exactly impersonal, but it makes me feel that I have no input on the activities performed on me. I like that a lot.

Yesterday I published a picture of a woman spanking a man. He was on his knees and she had a firm grip on his balls and was pulling them while she spanked him. I find that really hot. I pointed that out to Mrs. Lion and let her know that I hope she will try it. Maybe this would be a good thing to try in a non-punishment setting. I do hope I get to experience it. I also suspect that position and control of my balls would assure there would be minimal wiggling and no attempt to escape.

Mrs. Lion has left me wild. I don’t know what her plans are to lock me up again. I’m not complaining. I’m just curious. If you’ve read this blog for a while, you know that my curiosity often gets me into uncomfortable situations. Asking to have my balls gripped firmly during a spanking may be yet another example of something I shouldn’t have suggested.

Every so often, we receive a poisonous comment accusing Mrs. Lion of being an abusive, sadistic person. I don’t publish them. They have no real value. Obviously, everything we do is consensual and safe.

Friday night, we went out for Chinese dinner. It was delicious. Mrs. Lion had a dish cooked with ginger. She commented that the ginger was sweet but had quite a bit of heat. I remarked that I know all about the heat ginger produces. Mrs. Lion occasionally peels some ginger root and inserts it in my butt. The ginger oil burns like fire. This practice is called figging. She replied that I knew better than most about ginger heat. Completely coincidentally, we are heading to an oriental food market today. They usually have a good supply of ginger root.

For ginger root to be effective, it needs to be peeled and formed into a sort of vegetarian butt plug. Mrs. Lion is very good at carving that shape. Once carved, she works it into my ass without any lube. Lubrication would get in the way of the ginger oil. After a few minutes the ginger starts burning and keeps on burning for quite a while. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced that. You never know what kind of new ideas crop up when visiting a Chinese restaurant.

During my serial spankings, Mrs. Lion didn’t use any punishment desserts. I know they are extra trouble and she’s been tired. So I understand that it would just be too much to have added them. I don’t think I’m safe. I’m pretty sure it won’t be long before I’m in the corner, holding soap in my mouth, or in bed on top of a scratchy coconut mat. Who knows? She may have come up with other ideas.

I believe there are clear signs that lioness 3.0 is on the way. It may not sound significant to you, but the nuot-so-subtle changes to her spanking technique is significant to me. For one thing, completely on her own, she decided to include my upper thighs for punishment. All these years she has restricted herself to the lower half of my buttocks. This expanded area shows true growth in her technique. She’s also hitting harder part of the time. At the end of each spanking she gives me very hard swats one at a time, allowing me the opportunity to feel the pain fully before the next is landed.  All her doing.

I don’t want to read too much into this. After all it isn’t revolutionary. But it is definitely an evolutionary advance in her technique that she initiated and was not inspired by anything I’ve said. And no, I’m not feeling that I should be careful what I wish for. I did wish for this and while I hate it at the time, it’s exactly what I need. Thank you Mrs. Lion!