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A long time ago we played Zapardy. Lion got zapped with the shock collar around his balls for every question he answered wrong. We hadn’t played in a while. Sometimes the shock collar wasn’t charged. Sometimes dinner was late and we were eating during Jeopardy. Most of the time I forgot to do it. Lion bought a tally counter and suggested we play a modified version of our football spanking game. The rules would be almost the same as for Zapardy except that he would earn a swat for every question he failed to answer at all. If he got a correct answer there would be no swat. An incorrect answer earned him two swats. But now not answering got him a swat too. Previously, he’d been skating by with very few zaps because he was afraid to answer wrong. That was sort of boring…for me.

I don’t remember when Lion bought the tally counter. It was months and months ago. Before COVID-19? I have no idea. In any case, it just sat there unused. We talked about playing Spankardy but never did. And then last week, there was renewed interest in it. I decided we should have a designated Spankardy day. Since then we’ve been trying to do it. Dinner has been too late. But last night, the planets aligned (did you see Mars next to the moon last night?) and we had time for Spankardy.

Of course, Jeopardy is in reruns right now and always is on Saturdays anyway. There’s always the chance that we’ll hit a show we remember and Lion will know more answers. There’s also always a chance that Lion will know a lot about the categories on any given show. He sees opera and classical music and he’s very happy. I groan. I don’t remember specific categories from last night but I don’t think there were any that Lion was particularly fond of. It was a good cross section of things he’d know and things he’d just take a swat for. In the end, (no pun intended) he wound up with some combination of incorrect answers and no answers totaling 34. This was before Final Jeopardy.

We never discussed how the points would work for Daily Doubles or Final Jeopardy. Can Lion bet points? Could this be a way for him to gain the upper cheek? If there’s a Daily Double in an opera category, he could be down to zero again with a correct answer. Talk about confusing rules. Anyway, since we didn’t decide beforehand, I decided for myself. Once the Final Jeopardy category is revealed, we like to come up with an answer before we see the question. The first time we hit the nail on the head it was amazing. We were shocked. So I decided if Lion guessed the answer before seeing the question, I’d wipe the slate clean. Yes, this was even after seeing that the category was opera or famous classical something-or-other. He did get the answer right, but not before he saw the question. The 34 swats stood.

That’s not a lot of swats by any stretch of the imagination. I didn’t do full punishment swats. It wasn’t really punishment. I did make sure those 34 swats were evenly distributed across both cheeks. I probably didn’t need to. I just wanted to be fair. The left cheek might get jealous if the right cheek got fewer swats. Or maybe even if it got more swats. You never know. So I was fair and equitable. And it was over very quickly. I don’t think we’re even warmed up in 34 swats. Oh well. I guess I’ll have to root for harder categories next time.

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One of our readers commented that we need to get a life. She said that we spend most of our time writing this blog when we would be better if we took that time to be together. She was prompted to comment when Mrs. Lion wrote that I had spent a few days working on migrating our blog to the cloud. It’s true that the effort consumed me for two days. I was very happy to do it and Mrs. Lion didn’t feel neglected.

When you read a blog like ours it’s easy to get the impression that writing it is the center of our lives. After all, each of us writes a post almost every day. In the last seven years, we have published about 4,500 posts. That consumed a lot of time. Each of us writes for about an hour a day. Mrs. Lion appointed herself our chronicler. She records our sexual and power exchange adventures. She also explores her feelings about what we are doing and our relationship.

Both of us write about how we feel about our adventures and what we might want next. New readers often think I am topping from the bottom or being selfish when I write about what I might want. We’ve learned that in our female led relationship it won’t work if Mrs. Lion is the dictator and I am her pet and servant. That might make a hot fantasy or the plot of a BDSM scene, but we can’t build or lives around it.

partners can still have a female led relationship

What we do works for us. Mrs. Lion is in charge. That doesn’t mean she spends her time supervising me. She has her own stuff to do. We function as we always have, as partners. We divide the work. I get a vote in most things. Often I get to decide what we will do. Mrs. Lion prefers that. So where’s the FLR?

Mrs. Lion gets to make rules. For example, she assigned me the job of setting up the coffee pot before we need it in the morning. Mrs. Lion prepares breakfast. If I’ve done my job, all she has to do is press a button to make our coffee. That’s a small chore. However, if I forget to do it, Mrs. Lion punishes me. I get spanked. This isn’t a play spanking or a BDSM scene. It is a bruising, punishment spanking that I hate. The idea is that all I have to do to avoid it is to obey my rules.

There is no fuss or ritual. She tells me to bend over the bed and then she spanks me. She usually asks me to tell her why I am being punished. That’s it. She also punishes me if I am snarky or disrespectful. Respect isn’t calling her ‘Mistress”. It’s listening to her when she is talking and not interrupting. It is respecting what she says.

It’s taken years to evolve to this point. I asked Mrs. Lion to be my disciplinary wife. I consented to all this; in fact, I initiated it and work to keep it going. I’m still the lion. I’m allowed a small amount of grumbling and growling. I have to watch my step. Too much will earn me a spanking.

Because I can still be me and not live in some sort of fantasy role, our domestic discipline is very sustainable. We discovered we both missed it when we had to suspend discipline while I recovered from surgery. Neither of us can explain why, but it has become an important contributor to our happiness.

Aside from educating me and improving my behavior, domestic discipline gives Mrs. Lion a clear and powerful voice in our marriage. Before we adopted it, if I did something that upset her, she would withdraw and avoid contact with me. I had to ask her over and over what was wrong. When she finally told me, we discussed it and I agreed to do better.

This process was difficult and painful for both of us. Now, she can tell me that I upset her and let me know I will be punished. She can explain what I’ve done and then spank me. She has a positive way of expressing her displeasure. She spanks me and it is over. If I repeat the offense, I get spanked again. Trust me, I learn quickly.

learning to punish for upsetting the lioness

We are still a work in progress. Mrs. Lion still withdraws sometimes after I upset her. We both have to help her break that habit. I will go through the old process of prying the cause of her unhappiness out. Instead of a frustrating conversation, I ask her if I earned a spanking. She says I have. Then, later at her convenience, I get spanked.

The goal is for Mrs. Lion to identify things I do that upset her and inform me what I did and then punish me. She’s expressed some concern about what annoying action is serious enough to punish me. I suggested that in the beginning, she punish any annoyance no matter how trivial. This is the technique we used when we started DD. Mrs. Lion created trivial, easy-to-break rules that guaranteed I would earn frequent spankings.

While painful, this technique built disciplinary habits and allowed Mrs. Lion to improve her spanking technique. She agreed to use this same system to build a new disciplinary habit around annoying her. We haven’t made a lot of progress yet, but we will both work at it until she enforces annoying her the same way she enforces my failing to set up the coffee pot.

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Yesterday we got more supplies for making pickles and jam. I hadn’t wanted to spend another weekend making pickles and jam, but you have to make hay while the sun shines, as they say. We’re near the end of the season so we this is probably our last chance. In the end, we’ll have lots of pickles and jam to sustain us through the long winter. I remember helping my mother can things, and my grandmother canned too. In a sense, this is a walk down memory lane.

While we were running around looking for canning supplies, Lion informed me he was horny. Several times. I got the hint. The night before, when I thought he was preoccupied by the blog, he was horny but didn’t want to bother me. We were already snuggling. How much of a bother would it have been? I guess I want him to feel less selfish just like he wants me to tell him when he annoys me. We both have something big to work on.

Last night, I made sure he got some attention. We snuggled first and then I put some clothespins on his balls. It’s not his favorite activity, but it doesn’t have to be. My weenie was willing so I sucked him. I thought I was making good progress and then I wasn’t. It sort of makes sense that he wouldn’t make it to the edge just yet. It hasn’t been that long since his last orgasm. The point is to give him a little action to entice him to the edge in a few days. Sort of like firemen taking the engine out to keep everything in working order. Lions need test drives too.

I’m not sure when his new cage is coming. I don’t think I’ll put it on him right away when it does. I’ll wait until we’re done with our festivities for the night. Maybe knowing he’ll be locked away will make him hornier. I don’t know how his mind works. I’m not sure he does either. In theory, it might turn him on more to know he’s having his last hurrah before being caged again. That’s what I hope will happen. We were in the middle of an experiment when the dog ate the cage. We were trying to see if his being locked up made him hornier and/or easier to edge. I’m looking forward to getting back to that experiment.

[Lion replies: The replacement cage will be arriving next week. It’s being shipped after the holiday weekend.]

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Things appear to be settling down after the migration of our blog. That’s not to say it’s completely smooth sailing going forward, but at least I understand what the problem was and corrected it. It’s been five days since my last orgasm. I’ve been feeling decently horny all day. I told Mrs. Lion and she was happy to get that news. Having the worry of a crashing blog off my mind doesn’t hurt a bit.

Sooner or later female sex bloggers end up writing at least one post about penises. Not surprisingly, we male bloggers tend to avoid saying too much on that subject. Since I am heterosexual, I have no visceral interest in other men’s sexual equipment. I am extremely interested in my own. I’ve measured it many times when flaccid. This was necessary to provide information when I ordered custom male chastity devices. At some point I measured my erection as well. I was curious about how I stacked up, so to speak.

it turns out that 6 inches is very good

The average erect penis is about five and three-quarter inches long and 1 1/2 inches in diameter. Mine is 6 inches long and 1 1/2 inches in diameter. I guess that makes me slightly above average. Yippee! It’s always good to be above average. Based on my reading, it’s good to be a little bit above average but not terribly desirable to be too large. Too much girth makes for painful vaginal insertion, not to mention anal or oral fun. I have a sort of type “O” penis — the universal donor. Most women are more than willing to accept my size penis in any orifice they make available.

Mrs. Lion uses a dildo considerably wider and longer than my penis when she pegs me. When it comes to pegging and male anal play, training him to accept larger visitors is part of the BDSM fun. Even though it’s uncomfortable for me, I agree. I like it when I am able to accept a larger dildo. It doesn’t take long before it feels good nestled deep in my anus.

It appears that most heterosexual women enjoy viewing the erect penis of someone they like. Based on my reading and visits to Twitter, they don’t welcome unsolicited pictures of strangers’ sex organs. When it comes to the rest of the male sexual anatomy, the balls, opinions seem to vary widely in terms of being interesting to women. Some women love them and enjoy fondling them and even putting them in their mouths. Others try to do their best to ignore them. They don’t willingly touch them, even when masturbating the penis attached to them.

Opinions also vary about whether balls are more attractive when warm and loose swinging freely between their owner’s legs. Others prefer them tight, pulled up close to the penis. Mrs. Lion and I haven’t discussed this topic, but I think she prefers them loose and hanging. I know she enjoys a rear view when I bend over with my legs open. She definitely enjoys fondling them and sometimes painfully swatting them when we play.

Hairy balls or smooth?

Male pubic hair grooming is relatively recent activity. My pubic hair has been completely gone for more than 25 years. Call me a trendsetter! I like the way it looks and feels without hair. More and more men and women are following my lead and remove all of their pubic hair. I’ve always felt that a woman without pubic hair is far more interesting to view. Mrs. Lion doesn’t remove her hair, but it isn’t important. Her growth is light and I get a good view of her vagina even with untrimmed pussy hair. She’s said that she doesn’t care whether I have pubic hair or not. It’s up to me.

Even if I didn’t aesthetically prefer hairlessness, wearing a male chastity device is far more comfortable on a bald pubic area. Pubic hair tends to catch on the chastity device and pull uncomfortably. With smooth skin, there is no pull and the device is painless to wear. Speaking of chastity devices, I haven’t seen women comment on how they feel about their men wearing them. Let me clarify, even the ones who say they like their men locked up, don’t offer an opinion as to the aesthetics of seeing a penis in a male chastity device. Most of the devices aren’t that attractive and don’t do a great deal toward making my weenie more appealing. They are utilitarian and designed to prevent the one thing most women prefer when they look at a penis: an erection.

Erections are both entertaining and aesthetically pleasing to many women. They are entertaining because they reveal their owners’ sexual interest. It’s hard to appear nonchalant sporting wood. It’s also embarrassing during play. Mrs. Lion applies very painful tiny clothespins to the head of my penis. I really hate having them there. However, my penis stays hard as a rock. She says that means I really like it. It’s hard to argue with that logic. There was a line in the TV sitcom “Becker”, a teenager was consulting with Dr. Becker complaining that he kept getting erections at odd times. He said, “I even got one while I was vacuuming for my mother. Now she thinks I like cleaning.”