As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post (“Coffee Camera“) I forgot once again to get the coffeepot ready for breakfast on Thursday morning. She made it clear that I needed a strong reminder. I had forgotten to do the coffee only a week earlier. She resolved that my spanking would be longer and harder. After dinner and before Mrs. Lion took her shower, she got out the spanking spoon. This is a heavy paddle shaped like a large kitchen spoon. I think it’s one of the most painful implements she owns.
She told me to get in position. I lay down across the side of the bed with my feet dangling off the edge. Before she began, she told me that I was being spanked because I couldn’t remember to do my chores. For some reason, this little lecture bothered me. I can’t fully explain why, but it made me feel like a child. It wasn’t a good feeling. Her spanking was very hard and very difficult to take. She paid no attention to my complaints and yelps. When she was done I was burning and sore. I could feel sore spots the rest of the evening. Yesterday, I got an occasional twinge but really no difficulty sitting. I hate to say it, but I think she needs to work even harder to send me a memorable message.
I reminded her that she agreed to try the responsiveness meter. I reminded her after her shower and after we had settled down to watch TV. She moved over to me and massaged my penis. It responded and I became fully erect within a pretty short time. Since she was feeling sore, she just continued masturbating me instead of getting out the Box O’Fun. I lost interest after a while, but it was fun while it lasted. I always like attention from Mrs. Lion. I think I will continue using the windsock system to show my responsiveness reading from the night before. Obviously, we had a good breeze on Thursday night. I remained horny on Friday.
I looked to see if much hair has grown back. It’s been about a month since my last waxing. As you can see there is some for that needs removing. I asked Mrs. Lion if she would wax me. She agreed after sighing. Most of the hair I can see is under my arms and around my penis and balls. I’m sure I need a full Brazilian at the very least, as well as getting rid of that silly armpit hair. Admittedly, the hair grows in sparse and thin. But it’s there.
I don’t think Mrs. Lion keeps track of her evolution as my disciplining wife. Thursday night’s punishment felt different to me. Partly it was because the spanking itself was more disciplinary and harder to take. I hate to say it, but if she wants to mark me or make me hurt the next day, she may need to improve her technique a little bit. If she wants, I will offer some suggestions. Her lecture, while very short, truly affected me. It set the tone for a real punishment. It’s amazing how just a small change can make such a big difference.
This started me thinking about the deeper meaning of our disciplinary relationship. In the most superficial sense, it’s a simple power exchange in which Mrs. Lion uses corporal punishment to assure my obedience.
There is also sexual aspect. I find spanking exciting and it’s this interest in being spanked that originally brought me to think about domestic discipline. This is pretty typical. Virtually all DD relationships with the man being disciplined are initiated by the men.
Over the five or six years we’ve been doing this, there’s been a steady evolution in how this fits into our lives. What started as almost a spanking game with little real impact, is now full-scale punishment that we both take seriously. Thursday night was the first time in a very long time that I was punished twice within a week or so for the same thing.
I believe Mrs. Lion was genuinely put out by this. The chore I forgot isn’t a big one and didn’t inconvenience her very much to have to do it herself. I think it bothered her that I could forget so quickly. It bothered me.
In a way, it was a good thing that this happened. Our roles tend to blur unless we do things to keep them into sharp focus. It only takes a week or two before I start forgetting my place and Mrs. Lion forgets her role. At that point, the only time I get punished is if I break one of the explicit rules she set out for me. The more important, subtle authority fades away.
I’ve noticed that in almost every disciplinary blog I’ve read, the same sort of blurring takes place. Some couples use maintenance spankings as a way of reminding themselves of their roles. I think that we need to do this too. Both of us are entirely too good at letting inertia take over. We need to work out ways to keep us focused.
My proposal is that in any week (Monday through Sunday) in which I’m not punished, I receive a maintenance spanking. Since Monday is a punishment day for us, the maintenance spanking would be administered on the Monday following a week without punishments. It’s that simple.
The maintenance spanking would be identical to a punishment spanking. Since its purpose is to keep us focused, I think it’s important that it be every bit as strict and painful as a full-scale punishment.
I think that agreeing to the maintenance spanking might make it easier for Mrs. Lion to be more observant about the behaviors she wants me to correct. I’m not trying to think for her, but in my mind, if I knew I had to deliver a punishment spanking at least once a week, I think I might look for a reason to deliver it instead of just administering it for maintenance.
In case you wonder, I’m not going to be very happy about this. Mrs. Lion’s spankings are extremely unpleasant. She is making a conscious effort to make the pain longer-lasting and to make me unhappy I’m being spanked. Just as she does with clothespins on my balls, I think that when she spanks she looks for the spots that are most uncomfortable for me. She’s very good at finding them.
I don’t think we’ll have to do maintenance spankings on a weekly basis forever. Once we get more firmly established in our roles, Mrs. Lion can administer maintenance less frequently. For the time being, much as I hate to say it, we need more frequent sessions with her paddle.