Last weekend I spilled some food on my shirt. I was sentenced to three days of spankings. That’s the normal sentence for spilling. The spankings didn’t occur on consecutive days. Mrs. Lion was tired on a couple of days so it took about five days to deliver the three spankings. That in itself isn’t unusual. What was unusual was the intensity of her punishments. They were all far more intense than prior spankings. She couldn’t explain it. It was abundantly clear to me, however.
Each spanking went on substantially longer than her previous punishments. Additionally, she paid strong attention to areas I don’t remember feeling her paddle hit in the past. Particularly, she made a point of thoroughly chastising my upper thighs paying very close attention from the midpoint all the way around to the outer sides of both thighs. This is a very sensitive area and each swat was memorable. She also made a point of stretching open my crack and applying many blows as far inside as she could get. First she did it to one side and then the other this was a brand-new sort of pain and very effective in getting my attention.
She paid particular attention and energy on the lower third of my bottom across the center. In the past, she hit more to each side than in the center, while getting some center attention, was largely neglected. Now she’s making a point of providing substantial coverage in this previously-underdeveloped area.
She’s also been experimenting with different paddles. From my perspective on the receiving end, the spoon shaped, long-handled heavy paddle is the most effective in delivering strong sensation. It’s particularly effective reaching those neglected areas when she spreads open my crack. It’s also very good at catching the lower crack spots. I think it’s the most effective tool she has. She’s also used her conveyor belt strap. This is another very effective spanking tool. I always thought it was the most vicious. The combination of its flexible material and its heavyweight seemed to make it extremely good at delivering a lot of force to a small area.
However, in Mrs. Lion’s hands the heavy, hardwood spanking spoon hurts considerably more than the conveyor belt strap. This could be due to the fact that she holds back the strap or it could be the spoon shaped paddle offers her better overall leverage. In any case, from my position on the bottom, the spanking spoon wins.
Mrs. Lion has been talking about the need to keep me inside the box during these especially stressful times. This requires her to have at least some way to physically punish me when her normal tools are not immediately available. Traditionally, an innocuous-appearing hairbrush that resides in the purse is used not for grooming, but for on-the-spot corrections. It’s surprisingly difficult to find an appropriate brush for this purpose.
I did a lot of searching and finally found one that is the right shape and size. It’s quite lightweight. I imagine it will sting but not do much deeper damage. A heavier brush would be more appropriate for me. However, the lighter brush will be easier to carry around and should do the job for impromptu reminders. I’ll continue to look for better versions, but in the meantime this should do the job nicely.
If you’re wondering why I chose to talk about being spanked the day after our 14th anniversary, it’s because it’s one of the most difficult and profound changes in our relationship that we’ve made over the last 14 years. We’ve wholeheartedly adopted a Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) and I am regularly spanked as required to correct my behavior. I don’t think either of us expected our marriage to go this way when it began 14 years ago. I also don’t think either of us expected FLRD to last and flourish until it became an indispensable part of the way we live.
It has. There is no discussion about stopping it or lightning up. There is only encouragement to increase its intensity and Mrs. Lion’s span of authority. We would be more likely to give up sex than spanking.
I recently stumbled upon a perfect OTK hairbrush at an antique store, of all places. It’s a hefty ebony wood and delivers more of a thud than the normal brush. Best and worst $12 I’ve spent in a while.
Very nice. I would love to find one like that for Mrs. Lion.
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