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In: Domestic discipline, Lion's Journal

Even though everyone knows I like to be spanked, I absolutely hate punishment spankings. On Saturday I didn’t prepare the coffee pot for Sunday breakfast. I woke up before Mrs. Lion on Sunday morning and made a point of taking care of that before she would need it. This is the second time I’ve gotten up early to get things set up and avoid a spanking.

I don’t know if the reason I felt I had to get this done was that I feared having my butt swatted. Part of it certainly was. I also didn’t want to disappoint my lioness. I have to admit she treats these lapses when I make them as a little amusing. I think she likes catching me and then tanning my hide. I find myself working very hard to avoid that situation.

The idea of getting caught and being punished does turn me on. I had the ideal opportunity to let that happen yesterday. I even thought about it. I couldn’t bring myself to consciously disobey. That’s why I got up early and prepared the coffee pot.

This demonstrates that domestic discipline isn’t a sexy game for us. Yes, it is sexy. And yes, that was my initial motivation for starting it up in our relationship. I still get turned on thinking about Mrs. Lion punishing me. That doesn’t matter. I work very hard to avoid feeling her paddle.

A good part of that is her skill at spanking. She means business and doesn’t stop no matter how unhappy I am until she feels she’s made her point. That is a real punishment spanking. Even to someone like me, who enjoys spanking, it’s something to fear and work hard to avoid. I managed to avoid it Sunday morning.

DD has a much more important benefit: little things are not allowed to build up until they become big problems. For example, if I forgot to set up the coffeepot on Sunday morning and we didn’t have a DD relationship, Mrs. Lion would’ve set it up and probably made no comment to me. The next time I forgot she would feel some resentment. This resentment keeps building up over time if there’s no outlet for it. Eventually, we’d end up having a big fight and lots of hurt feelings.

Because we practice domestic discipline, each and every time I fail to do something I’m supposed to, I am punished. The punishment helps me remember to do what I missed. More importantly, it allows Mrs. Lion to discharge any hurt feelings and anger. When she finally puts her paddle away, the slate is clean. If I forget again, the paddle comes out again and I probably get an even stronger spanking. No matter how many times I fail to do what I’m told, there is an immediate outcome. This punishment is a powerful educational tool for me. Perhaps more importantly, it’s a way for Mrs. Lion to discharge any annoyance and feel good again about me and our relationship.

We don’t fight. It’s not because I know that if I disagree too strongly I will be spanked. I don’t think I will if I do that. It’s that we don’t have a pool of resentment on either side that leaks out and turns into arguments. If I do become argumentative, I know that Mrs. Lion will settle the argument with her paddle. So far, in the years we have been doing DD, this hasn’t been necessary.

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In: Oral Sex, Mrs Lion Comments

My shoulders were hurting all day yesterday. The only thing I can think of is that giving Lion a blow job puts a certain amount of stress on my shoulders. I guess it depends on how I position them and how well I do my job. Apparently, if I do it with reckless abandon, as I did Friday night, my shoulders will hurt the next day. Then I made the mistake of getting the mail while it was raining. By the time I made it back into the house, I was freezing and hurting. It was about 55 degrees. There’s no reason I should have been freezing, yet there I was.

I dove under the covers and attempted to get warm. Nothing was working. Lion joined me although we didn’t snuggle to get warm. Eventually, we both fell asleep. I guess sleep was very much needed. I felt much better after my nap although I was still tired. We’ve been keeping some very strange hours lately. It’s not unusual for us to stay up until after 1 AM. This isn’t because we aren’t tired. It’s because we can’t sleep. It’s a vicious cycle.

It was almost 8:30 by the time we started our activities last night. Lion wasn’t oozing horniness like he had been the night before but he assumed I could summon it with some attention. I knew I wasn’t up for a handjob. That usually hurts my shoulders more than a blow job, which is why I’ve opted for blow jobs more often lately, that and because Lion hasn’t been responding very well to handjobs. But he certainly responded to a blow job.

Admittedly, it wasn’t the same level of blow job from Friday night. I was trying to put less strain on my shoulders. I don’t think Lion’s commitment was the same either. He wasn’t as hard and he never made it anywhere near the edge. Maybe the best part about a blow job is that a little goes a long way. By that, I mean that I don’t have to complete it to make Lion happy. He says it feels good even if we don’t get very far. I don’t think the same can be said of a handjob. I mean, it feels good too but it’s no match for a blow job.

Lion asked how I learned to give a blow job. I don’t really know. No one showed me. I guess it was trial and error. Does that work? No? How about this? Or this? Lucky for Lion, I like to perfect my craft.

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In: Sex, Lion's Journal

I haven’t been sleeping very well. When we watch TV, I usually fall asleep at times. Maybe I am turning into my crazy uncle who always fell asleep in an easy chair after dinner. I hope not. As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday, she gave me a blow job that took me disturbingly close to the edge. She decided that was enough fun for me and stopped. Actually, she did that to me three times before she stopped. I had a lot of fun.

I’ve been wondering how women perceive sex with men. Of course, I know how it feels to me. I’m completely aware of how I learned to please a woman. But I really don’t have any solid idea of how it feels from the other side. It’s impossible for me to hide my sexual interest. My penis gets hard and if I am naked, it shows any observer my arousal. Women have much more subtle signs of arousal. Casually glancing at a naked woman is unlikely to reveal her interest in sex. A much closer examination is needed to find out.

We all take for granted the physical differences between men and women. They are obvious. What’s not obvious, at least to me, is how I’m perceived by a member of the opposite sex. From what I’ve read online, seeing an erect penis draws mixed reviews. Obviously, if a woman is uninterested in sexually engaging with this particular erection, she won’t be interested in it. She might feel offended that it’s being shown to her. On the other hand, if it belongs to someone she likes and wants to know sexually, I imagine it’s a welcoming sign.

I wonder how women learn about handling a penis. Were they taught by other girls when in their teens? Did their first male lover give them lessons? How did they get their practice? It isn’t obvious. When I was a boy of 11 I knew it felt good to get hard but I had no idea what that meant. One afternoon after school, one of my friends showed me. We had the usual exploratory games of strip poker etc. But they didn’t include anything remotely sexual. This kid showed me what he did to himself. I was surprised. Gamely, I gave it a try and saw fireworks within seconds. It was the birth of a new hobby that served me well until seven years ago.

My first sexual partner was a virgin like me. We kissed and touched and hugged and finally our fingers explored below the waist. I had no real idea what to do there. I noticed the wetness and gamely inserted my finger and moved it around. She liked it a lot. She petted my penis much like she would a cat. I offered to give her an idea of what I like. I showed her how to jerk me off. She liked that. I liked it more. She was surprised at the mess I made when I had my orgasm. She courteously found me some tissues to clean up.

She had never masturbated so she had no clear idea of what I should do for her. I moved my fingers around and she had a very nice orgasm. We both decided that we were ignorant and needed some help. We found a “marriage manual” that gave instructions on sexual basics. That was enough. We discovered oral sex. We both loved it.

Over the succeeding decades, I dated women with a wide variety of ignorance on the subject of male pleasure. One very notable partner, Mary, was a very beautiful woman. She was 5’9″ tall with long brown hair. The talking stopped in a room she walked in. I was very lucky she decided to date me. When it came to having sex, she kissed and hugged and let me fondle her top and bottom then she would lie down waiting for me to penetrate her. She had no real concept of reciprocating foreplay.

At one point, I said I would like it if she did some things for me. I showed her how to masturbate me. She did it and commented that nobody had ever asked her to do that before. I also asked her to do oral sex. I had been going down on her for some time. She was surprised but agreed and did a pretty good job. We never got all the way to ejaculation because she strongly believed that ejaculation should only take place inside her vagina. It’s a good thing I had had a vasectomy. It was fun while it lasted.

I know how Mary learned to play with a man. I taught her. Is this what happens with most women? How did Mrs. Lion learn to jerk me off? I didn’t teach her. My demonstration took place about a decade after the first time she had done that for me. Clearly, she knew how to do it long before meeting me. The same is true of oral sex. She was absolutely expert at it right from the start.

Now we get to the more touchy subject: swallowing. My first partner became very expert at getting me off orally. She never swallowed my semen. She would go into the bathroom and spit it out. I didn’t like that, but I didn’t say anything. Since then, one or two women did the same thing. I don’t understand. Isn’t the damage already done when I ejaculate in her mouth? It lands on her tongue where she can taste it. Swallowing it is easier and faster than holding it in her mouth until she can spit it out. I really don’t get it. Very lucky. Mrs. Lion actually likes the taste of my semen. Go figure.

I would really like to understand how a woman perceives a penis and how she learns to handle it. I would love to know how it feels to her when she gets a man off. I know how it feels when I give Mrs. Lion orgasms. I love feeling her move her hips under my face. I love the sounds she makes. It really turns me on. I’m pretty sure sucking my cock doesn’t have a similar effect on her. Inquiring minds want to know.

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In: Oral Sex, Mrs Lion Comments

My plan yesterday was to run our errands and come home to wax Lion. Unfortunately, I fell asleep just after lunch. It was 3:30 before I got myself out the door. This actually worked out well because we wanted to get food from our local Chinese place. I found a gas station with prices forty cents cheaper than other area places. The bad part about that is that I only needed half a tank of gas. While I was fueling up, I dared to use my cell phone to call the Chinese place. No answer. Rats! When I went past the restaurant I checked it out. There was a closed sign on the door. No other explanation. Is it just closed yesterday? Is it closed for the week? Is it closed permanently? The latter is particularly disturbing. It’s the best Chinese food we’ve found since we’ve been here.

As I was putting the groceries away (yes, I stayed in the stores long enough to get our prescriptions plus things we can’t necessarily get delivered), Lion informed me he was horny. Actually, what he said was that he wasn’t sure I’d be happy to hear he was horny. Why wouldn’t I be? It’s been quite a few days since he’s been interested. He hasn’t been feeling well. If he’s horny, doesn’t that mean he’s feeling better? Why wouldn’t I be happy about both?

As it turns out, he wasn’t entirely feeling better. But he was horny. I can work with that. I wasn’t sure how long his erection would last but I was game. I grabbed my rope, tied his balls, told him to get in blow job position and off we went.

I don’t know if he was hard because he was horny or because his balls were tied. I’ll take it either way. It took a little bit, but he got to the edge. And then he got closer to the edge. And then I bet he thought he was going over the edge. Not so fast! Sometimes I reward his first horny night after a dry spell with an orgasm. Yes, I debated doing it last night too. In the end I figured he needed to suffer a little bit. Okay, he seemed to be suffering a lot when I stopped. He’ll be fine.

For a while afterward, he kept telling me how well I give blow jobs. He knew I wasn’t going to finish him off so I don’t think he was buttering me up. Actually, he’s said it in the past too. What can I say? I love giving him blow jobs. And it’s nice to have such an appreciative subject.