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In: Lion's Journal, Domestic discipline

Domestic Discipline is fundamentally different from BDSM scenes. The activities may be the same: i.e.: spanking, but the intention behind them is completely different. I think this is one of the most difficult aspects of DD that Mrs. Lion and I had to learn. She spanked me in the BDSM sense for years. For that matter, she still does. Those spankings can be every bit as severe as when she punishes me. Since her punishment spankings have gotten more painful, we do less and less play spanking. I suppose that is natural. I get turned on by the idea of being spanked, but the current reality is something I would rather avoid.

I have been thinking about that last sentence. I definitely want to avoid being punished. I know; it’s a good thing. That’s the point of punishment. I don’t want Mrs. Lion to spank me. My wish not to be spanked is overridden by my need for domestic discipline, so I obediently get into position for my punishment. I hate every second of it.

What if the next day I decide I don’t want to go through that anymore?

I might have grown tired of rules I must obey and the consequences for being thoughtless or rude. Can I tell Mrs. Lion that I no longer want domestic discipline? The most obvious answer is that I can. After all, DD is a consensual activity. Isn’t that right?

According to one of the original people in the Disciplinary Wives Club, many husbands agreed to DD and also agreed that they could not withdraw their consent. Once started, the wife had control, and that control and her dispensing of discipline could not be revoked. That sort of agreement sounds a lot like a spanking fantasy. Why can’t a husband in a healthy marriage opt-out of DD?

A much better question is why would he want to? He might be very unhappy with his spankings and want them to end. That’s probably not the real reason. He only gets punished if he does something he shouldn’t or forgets something he should do. He controls whether he gets spanked. The real reason is that he probably doesn’t want to answer to his wife. He doesn’t want her to have authority over him. If he and his wife had been practicing DD for more than a few months, his reason can’t be that DD doesn’t work for them as a couple. He’s tired of his wife’s authority.

There are plenty of couples who might try DD and find it doesn’t work. That discovery is made fairly early in the practice. Six months of DD is long enough for both partners to settle in and live under a disciplinary relationship. I will assume that these couples agreed to a trial period.

After that trial, she has learned to deliver a serious spanking, and he has a very good understanding of the consequences of misbehaving. At this point, it is perfectly fair for him to agree that he no longer has the ability to withdraw. DD is in place as long as they are together. That’s how it is for us. I can’t ask for DD to end and expect Mrs. Lion to agree.

Part of me worries that she might let me out if I want. She thinks DD is for me and if I’m tired of it, there is no reason to continue. I disagree. The rules and punishments are for me, but the disciplinary dynamic is for her too. I think she knows this. I hope she also knows that I can’t end it. I suppose she can, but I can’t. It would be a big mistake to allow me to stop just because I ask to get out.

This isn’t an abuse of consent. It’s the realization that in a DD relationship if the disciplined husband wants to stop, something else is going on with him. It probably means he needs more control. He may be drifting and needs the reassurance of his disciplinary wife.

Something changed in our marriage after we adopted DD wholeheartedly. I can’t define what it is, but I can feel it. Mrs. Lion has said that she feels it too. Most importantly, we both feel that the change is positive. My surrender of control isn’t conditional. Once I agreed to our disciplinary relationship, I permanently lost the right to say no.

For the record, I have no desire to stop DD even though I absolutely hate having to be punished by my wonderful disciplinary wife.

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In: CBT

I mowed the first half of the lawn yesterday and the second half of the Lion. He’s fur-free, except for the inevitable spots I missed. He’s happier being smooth as a baby’s butt. I can go either way.

Lion still snoozed a lot yesterday. In one of his more coherent moments, I asked if he wanted to pick from the Box O’Fun. He did. He chose pegging. We both vetoed that. That’s the sort of thing you have to be in the mood for and neither of us were. His next choice was blindfold with a bonus choice. There are an awful lot of clothespin cards in the box because there are an awful lot of variations. He chose coated clothespins. They are coated with a sandpaper-like surface right where it counts.

Of course, with the blindfold on, he had no idea what was going to happen. I realized if I pulled out a bag of clothespins, he’d hear what I was doing but I really couldn’t find them at first. When I found them I’d gone through a few plastic bags and I told him I couldn’t find them. I was hoping he had no idea what I was looking for. The blindfold is supposed to add an element of surprise. [Lion — I had no idea.]

I started out rubbing his balls and trying to get him hard. He says it’s better if he’s turned on first. Better for him, I suppose. This doesn’t work in the case of the Velcro. I like to put that on when he’s soft so it gets progressively tighter as he gets hard. That’s not to say I don’t massage his balls and play with my weenie. I do. I just stop before he’s hard. Once he was interested, I started putting the clothespins on his balls. I left two off so I could put them on his boobies. He gets nothing from clothespins on his nipples but I think it’s funny. And it hurts so that’s a bonus.

There are a few spots I know are very sensitive to clothespins. I always try to make sure I hit them. Even if I’m not doing the stripe right down the middle, I usually put one on a sensitive spot. Why not? Am I not going for pain? Since I know clothespins hurt going on and off but not much once they’re on, I wiggle them and tug on them. I have to have some fun, right?

If he had gotten harder and we had gotten to the edge, I was considering giving him an orgasm. Even though it’s only been a few days, I want to make up for the ruined orgasm he had. As you’re reading this, you’re probably thinking he’s lucky he had an orgasm of any sort, but we both hate ruined orgasms. I always want him to have a good orgasm…not often, but good.

When the clothespin were safely put away, I gave Lion oral sex again. I know he’s probably getting spoiled and he may even say he’s bored with it like he’s bored with handjobs, but it really is easier on me. Sitting on the bed next to him annoys my knees, back and shoulders. Laying across the bed generally doesn’t hurt much. My neck and shoulders can get tired, but the benefit outweighs that. I don’t think Lion was particularly interested. He never got fully hard. He was making noises as if he was close, but I think he was just happy to be sucked. I don’t mind his being soft as long as it feels good. I just don’t want to continue if he’s not getting anywhere and he usually tells me.

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In: Body Waxing, Lion's Journal

We are enjoying a quiet Sunday. Mrs. Lion made bacon and eggs for breakfast. It’s our dog’s birthday; she’s 8. She got two new toys. Both are big hits. She’s been running around squeaking one or the other all day.

Mrs. Lion waxes my flip side today. I’m not very hairy in back, so it is much quicker and easier for her. I spend a good part of the time on my knees with my butt in the air. That makes waxing my crack, ass, and perineum easier to access. It’s a vulnerable, sexy position. The rest of the back waxing is done with me on my stomach.

Mrs. Lion offered me the Box O’Fun on Saturday night. I asked to skip it. The hour was late and Mrs. Lion was worn out from her waxing chore. Maybe tonight we can do something. To be clear, I am writing this on Sunday afternoon while the wax finishes melting.

I have been thinking about sex. What a surprise! Oddly, my thoughts have been about vaginal sex. We haven’t done that since March 2018. The time before that was 2016. There’s a good reason for this: Mrs. Lion isn’t interested in sex for herself.

I’m not lobbying for vaginal sex right now. I would hope some would be in our future. I am just trying to see if there is a way to light Mrs. Lion’s fire without making her feel she is under pressure to feel something that just isn’t there. I’m fine with our status quo, as long as she is happy too.

In her post yesterday, she said that waxing my lower legs is very difficult for her. We talked about it. I’m fine if I am furry there. I like my upper thighs hairless. As long as she tapers the transition to my hairy area, I’m fine eliminating the lower legs.

(Later, waxing all done)

Given the state of the world, all this seems pretty inconsequential. I didn’t plan on being political so soon, but I have to respond to our former reality show host’s latest speech; this time at Mount Rushmore.

He claims we are in a cultural war. He made the same claim when he ran in 2016. This time, he says we are left-wing fascists determined to tear down democracy. This is the same sort of stupid rhetoric he uses regularly. The good news is some of his so-called base isn’t responding. Senior citizens and some women are no longer buying into this. His event at Mount Rushmore was largely attended by people sitting very close together and not wearing masks.

Part of me wants to applaud and suggest that he has more similar rallies around the country. That way, his base will erode further as they die from this mythical disease. That is pure Darwinism. Unfortunately, more than his supporters would suffer. These maskless ignoramuses come into contact with some of the rest of us when they go shopping and visit public places. They could merrily spread the disease they don’t think exists.

The good news is that no president facing reelection and winning has ever had the poor numbers Trump is now showing. It’s not safe to write him off. When he entered the 2016 race, he was 18th in the running. He managed to lie his way to the nomination and election.

Enough about that. Mrs. Lion finished waxing me from head to toe. She did a great job. As she works, she gives a running commentary of what she finds. For example, she said that my crack is nearly hairless, but the surrounding area is very hairy. Aren’t you glad to learn this?

This hair won’t die! Ok, it isn’t very thick, but by all rights it should be gone.

In most places, I seem to be having less regrowth. The regrowth I get is thinner, lighter colored hair. That is, with the exception of the aforementioned area. One little area just above my penis absolutely refuses to die. I had professional laser hair removal over my pubic area about 20 years ago. All of the covered area with the exception of that little patch remains bald to this day. When Mrs. Lion used our home version of the laser process, it did some good work, but still, that little patch stubbornly comes back. I don’t get it. Maybe it’s mutant follicles that resist any effort to stop them from producing fur.

I’ll live. Anyway, we are having sous vide New York strip steaks for dinner. It’s our delayed Independence Day meal. Yesterday, waxing ran late so we had pasta. Tonight it’s steak, tater tots, salad, and a nice vegetable. I’m looking forward to it.

I’m sure Mrs. Lion will report on any sexual activity we have tonight. I’m very sure it may be fun, but it won’t include an orgasm for me.

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In: Body Waxing, Mrs Lion Comments
My hairless Lion. (Click here to see larger)

I think it was last month that I had the brilliant idea to suggest a compromise for waxing. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. It was, after all, the month I suggested just doing everything but Lion’s legs. He likes his legs waxed. I don’t care if they’re furry or not. It made sense to give me a month of not waxing them and him a month of waxing them. Win-win.

Yesterday, as I waxed his legs, I tried to come up with a different solution. I hate waxing his legs. His thighs aren’t so bad. His knees and lower “chicken” legs have too many angles to cover with a wooden applicator. I’ve been joking for a while that I should be able to use a paint roller. Lion told me they make a roll on wax but it’s strip wax. Ugh. The only thing I dislike more than waxing his legs is using strip wax.

[Lion — Strip wax uses a thin coat of wax on the skin. After application, a strip of cloth is applied. The cloth is ripped off like a band-aid taking the hair and wax with it. Mrs. Lion likes stripless wax. This kind is much thicker than strip wax. It “hardens” on the skin and then can be pulled off without the cloth. It is less messy than strip wax, not as painful for me and much easier to use.]

To make matters worse, the wax was stubbornly hanging on everywhere. Last month it was easy to get the remnants off. This month, not so much. I hate that. I slathered Lion with mineral oil, let it soak in, and rubbed him with a towel just like last time. Most of it came off, but there was still some that refused even after another round of mineral oil. [Lion — This is probably because Mrs. Lion didn’t put enough mineral oil on my skin before waxing. That step is tricky, too much mineral oil on and the wax won’t stick to the hair, too little and it sticks to the skin.]

I think last month was a conspiracy. The wax lulled me into thinking it would be easy. It made me think I’ve figured everything out. “Just put some mineral oil on and rub. Easy peasy. I promise I’ll come off,” it lied. All the while it was waiting until this month to get its revenge. “I will not go peacefully!”

Today is round two. The flip side. Luckily, Lion is less furry on his back and butt. It’s those damn legs that are going to kill me. If Lion’s skin wouldn’t get crispy, I’d be tempted to use a blow torch.

[Lion — I was thinking that maybe Mrs. Lion could stop after doing my thighs. If she can taper the hair between thigh and leg, it would look pretty natural. I don’t care if my lower legs are hairy or not.