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In: Spanking, Lion's Journal
lion's spanked butt
I was spanked using the new, heavy spanking spoon. The damage is different this time. Mrs. Lion;’s blows ranged higher and lower.
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Last night Mrs. Lion continued her spanking experiment. This time, she hit me in groups of 15 swats (20 of them). She used the spanking spoon we acquired a few weeks ago. If you view the image larger,  you will see white spots. These form when spankings are particularly strong.

The first five groups of fifteen swats took all I could muster to hold still. Mrs. Lion wasn’t holding back. You can see that for yourself. After that, it was a little easier to handle. I think I need a few more sessions at fifteen swats before she goes to twenty.

I have no idea why Mrs. Lion picked 300 as the unlucky number of swats for each session. It certainly is a big number from my perspective. I’m surprised I did as well as I did. Sitting at my desk writing isn’t without pain. I feel painful reminders of my beating.

Today is punishment day. I am working hard to avoid a disciplinary spanking. The “recreational” ones I’m getting are tough enough to take.

I think we are on our way to proper spankings. I think I am learning to accept the fast, hard sets of swats. Eventually, I will probably be able to handle a large number without a pause. That’s our goal. And no, I don’t regret suggesting this.

One thing that surprises me is the dark color of my ass. I don’t remember being this red in the past. Of course, I don’t remember receiving 300 blows in a single spanking either.

 

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Spanking
spahing spoon on lion's butt
This is our new spanking spoon shown on our size indicator (Lion’s butt). It’s made from very dense Chechen wood. This is the meanest paddle we own. I plan to use it tonight.
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It’s a good thing for Lion we didn’t play our football game yesterday. He would have had about 150 swats and who knows how many zaps for penalties. And to add insult to injury, our team lost. I know 150 swats doesn’t sound like a lot and, since it’s spread out over three hours, it probably isn’t but Lion would have felt them.

Tonight we’ll get back to our practice punishment swats. To start out, I’ll do fifteen swats, wait a little bit and do fifteen more. I’ll alternate until it seems like Lion can handle the swats closer together. The first time we did it, I spanked him 300 times. That may not seem like a lot until you consider that they weren’t the start-out-light-and-increase-as-we-go swats we were doing. These are full swats. It’s not as hard as I can hit but they have a decent amount of force. You saw the pictures of Lion’s butt afterwards. He was red and bruised.

I think I’ll still go for 300 swats tonight. I want too see what happens if I whomp him the same amount but give him less time to recover. Will he be redder and more bruised? Will he look the same? Can he even handle the same amount without moving? What if I up it next time to twenty swats with a short recovery time in between? Still 300 swats.

If I keep increasing the number of swats with little time between the bursts, how far will he make it before he moves? Maybe his tough hide will learn to take it. I remember hearing parents tell their kids they were going to tan their hide for some indiscretion. Will Lion’s hide get tanned and then be able to take 300 swats with no rest in between. I doubt it. But we can find out.

I may get well-defined muscles on my whomping arm. Luckily I’m fairly ambidextrous. 150 swats per cheek per arm. Good way to get in shape.

[Lion — A year or two ago, I mentioned to Mrs. Lion how Julie of strictjuliespanks routinely hit her husband over 200 times. In those days, we were lucky to get 10 hard swats before I headed for the hills. Mrs. Lion declared it impossible to hit so many times. Then, about a year ago, Mrs. Lion started doing “warmup” swats; more gentle swats leading up to hard ones. At that time Mrs. Lion said she understood how Julie could get such high numbers. Now, I am getting 300 hard swats every time and that certainly isn’t a limit. Funny, how things change.}

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In: Sex, Lion's Journal

A week or so ago, Mrs. Lion summarized my sex life in three simple steps: Whomp my butt, jerk me off, and lock me up again.  That’s it according to her. It’s not far from the truth. Of course, I don’t get jerked off to ejaculation each time we interact. Most of the time Mrs. Lion teases me bringing me to the edge of ejaculation and then stops.

I’m pretty sure that other people’s sex lives contain substantially more variation, at least in activity. I’m very sure there is a lot more emotional loading accompanying the activity. One reason our case is so simple, is that Mrs. Lion doesn’t desire sex for herself. She hasn’t wanted it in years. That reduces the range of activities to things that will arouse me.

Without sexual reciprocity I wonder if my sex life is more of a chore than a source of pleasure for my lioness. Does she see it as an activity that she knows will bring me pleasure and performs it because she wants to make me happy? Much of the time I think that’s the case. Admittedly, it’s not complex or difficult for her to perform these actions. They also don’t take very long. Even a drawn out spanking rarely lasts more than five minutes.

Does this make her lucky? Does she have the simplest wifely duties in the world? What about me? Does this vast simplification of sex serve me as well as it serves her? We’ve seen evidence over the years that my interest in sex will sink to near nonexistence. This generally happens when there has been no BDSM activity in the recent past. In some odd way my penis is wired to my pain receptors. A painful spanking is almost sure to make it easier to get me hard.

My concern is that our sexual interaction is scripted and quite mechanical. As Mrs. Lion wrote, her formula is simple and easy to execute. It doesn’t require any emotional input from either of us. Simply spank, wank, and lockup. A word doesn’t have to pass between us for this to happen. Frequently, that’s the case. We’ll begin snuggling, and Mrs. Lion’s hand will wander down to my genitals. It doesn’t take long for me to get hard. When I do, she generally sits up next to me and begins wanking. This continuous until I almost ready to ejaculate. She stops, lets me cool off a bit and starts over. Sometimes she’ll push me just over the edge. I’ll end up with a ruined orgasm. Other times, she keeps going until I have a full ejaculation. After that, she’ll either leave me wild or lock me up in one of my devices.

We may snuggle for a few more minutes and then Mrs. Lion will return to her side of the bed. Don’t get me wrong, this feels great and we both enjoy our interaction. This is a lot less activity than we would have if our sexual satisfaction were mutual. The spanking, rules, FLR, and enforced chastity do add some pleasant complications. But, the overall structure isn’t organic. It’s contrived to efficiently deliver sexual pleasure to me.

As we begin our sixth year doing this, once again I hope there’s a way to add more emotional investment. If somehow Mrs. Lion could find any of the things we do as fun, even funny, our sex life would move to a whole new level. I realize this puts a burden on her. Now, she not only has to do the activities that work for me, but she has to have a good time doing it.

That’s unfair. I’m incredibly lucky that she’s willing to do all this stuff just to make me happy. The fact that I see it as selfish and feel guilty certainly isn’t her fault. I am really happy to continue as we’ve been going all these years. But the hope still burns strong in my heart that she will find something that motivates and amuses her.

In the meantime, I’ll continue enjoying the world’s simplest sex life.

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In: Spanking, Mrs Lion Comments, Spanking games

We went out to dinner last night. A local restaurant had a New Year’s Eve special. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very special. Lion had to send his food back twice before it was right. We got home in plenty of time to watch reruns and for Lion to have a sizable nap.

Before he fell asleep I brought out a paddle to do some of our new punishment swats. Lion said he still had sore spots from Sunday. I couldn’t see any bruises but I don’t doubt he had sore spots. I offered to wait a day to swat him. He’d been the one who suggested swats every day. One day in, he was asking for a reprieve. Yes, I know. I give in too easy. He asked for it and I should have held him to it. However, once there is a bruise, it’s best not to hit that same spot right away. If I can’t see where it’s sore, how can I avoid the spot? Plus, for once it’s not me forgetting or giving up. There’s some satisfaction in that.

This morning, Lion said we could play our football game when we watch one of the bowl games we’re recording. I don’t think I want to do that. I’d much rather do the punishment spanking practice than whomp him for points, especially since it’s so close to the last football game. If we’re going to see how this new technique works we’ll have to give it a fair shake. We’ll just enjoy the game and worry about the swats sometime this evening.

The other night, I gave Lion a ruined orgasm. I wanted to see if I could give him another one right away, as he’d requested some weeks ago. He said he didn’t think it would work. I don’t know if it was just that night or in general. I’ll have to try again sometime. It’s worth a shot.

We rang in the new year quietly. We had some eggnog and counted down with the TV. I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a New Year’s eve party. People and parties just aren’t my thing. I’d much rather spend the time in bed with my sweetie next to me. [Lion — Me too!]