I was concentrating so hard on work yesterday that I didn’t realize until late that I hadn’t written a post. Normally I would have done one even if it was late, but then I got back into work and it was very late before I thought of it again. I was also dealing with stomach issues and a sore toe. Needless to say, I wasn’t thinking about sex or playing with Lion.

My stomach issues and toe pain also affected Lion attention last night. If not for my stomach, I would have teased him. Obviously, it’s difficult to be on my stomach with my weenie in my mouth if I don’t feel well. Lion reported tropical weather, but he understood that it was not to be. Tonight, however, is his night.

Lion pointed out that I stopped sucking him to ask if he was close. He thinks it’s because he’s hit a plateau and I’m wondering whether to continue. It’s not. I’m thinking he’s close and I’m missing the signs. I just want to be sure I’m not too close and in danger of going too far. I don’t think it’s taking too long. He’s been really excited lately. I have no doubt he can make it to the edge. Given the fact that the last ruined orgasm snuck up on both of us, I’m being hyper vigilant.

He also noticed that I call it punishment versus spanking. I thought I used both terms. I know I also say swats. I think I do it to avoid overusing a word. Other than that, it’s not something I think about. It’s strange that we appear to see things differently. But, I guess not considering his theory about why we do.

Mrs. Lion has been far more aggressive in her edging efforts. Sunday was day 2 since my last orgasm. We had an oral edging session. Predictably, after a few minutes, I felt myself reaching a plateau. Mrs. Lion paused and asked me if I had reached the edge. I said I was aroused but hadn’t. In the past, she would have stopped and we would try again the next day. This time she went back to work.

To my surprise, it didn’t take long before I was getting really excited. She got me right to the edge of orgasm. She stopped to let me cool off a bit and did it again, and again. Finally, she stopped and left me a panting puddle in the center of the bed.

She repeated this again on Monday night. The pattern was exactly the same. After a few minutes, I would get aroused but not near the edge. She would ask me if she had edged me. I said no. She went back to work and off I went. She made me think I was going to ejaculate. “Nope, not this time,” she said.

This is the first time since July 7 that I could reach the edge before 10 days. Apparently I have changed, but not the way I thought. It isn’t that I can’t get to the edge or even ejaculate as soon as the day after an orgasm, it’s that my sexual response has changed in a way that fooled us both.

Before that mystical, July date, my path to orgasm was rather linear. I would get more and more excited until I got to that very steep part of the curve just before ejaculation. I did plateau for a while, but I didn’t start to lose interest. The newer pattern has me losing some interest while on the plateau. If Mrs. Lion persists, that passes and my arousal continues to increase until I am ready to ejaculate.

We both gave up when my arousal started dropping off. Some of the time, I even began losing my erection. Had we realized that this wasn’t a signal that I was done, she could have edged me at least a week earlier. My theory is that after a week or so I got horny enough to stop losing interest on my plateau. At that point, I reacted as expected.

Now that Mrs. Lion realizes how this new pattern works, I am in big trouble. She can edge me starting the day after an orgasm. She discovered on Monday night that she was really pushing me when I produced precum. I don’t recall her commenting on that “yummy precum” this early in my cycle.

There’s no question that she has me in heat and can keep me this way as long as she wants. In the past, that hasn’t been very long. She doesn’t seem able to resist making me ejaculate for more than a couple of days once she gets precum. Maybe her will power has improved and I will be a panting puddle for another week or two.

I was punished on Sunday night for failing to set up the coffeepot. I received, for Mrs. Lion, a mild spanking. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like hell and left me with a red bottom and a few bruises. I was grateful it wasn’t worse. I dreaded my punishment. The offense occurred on Saturday. I was very careful to be sure to not repeat the mistake on Sunday. Mrs. Lion noticed this and teased me that I mustn’t want another punishment. She was right.

After Sunday’s punishment.

After she finished and took a picture for us to post, I felt oddly happy. It’s tough to admit, but I need to feel her authority. This need is different from the combination of sexual arousal and desire for control that got us started. It’s deeper. It seems to me that our disciplinary relationship has matured to the point that we both need it. Mrs. Lion clearly enjoyed catching me breaking a rule. While she doesn’t get any particular pleasure out of punishing me, she clearly sees it as a necessary activity.

You may have noticed that I am referring to my spanking as being punished. This is intentional. Mrs. Lion almost never refers to spanking me unless it is time for her to administer one. It’s always “punishment.” I’ve noticed this for some time. You can see it in her posts. I think this is significant. Spanking is an activity that can be BDSM or disciplinary. I almost always refer to my discipline as “spankings..” I focus on the activity. Mrs. Lion talks about the consequence of my offense: punishment.

It’s a lot easier for me to talk about being spanked than it is to refer to it as punishment. The words are not synonyms. Punishment is retribution by an authority. Spanking is swatting my bottom. I can be aroused thinking about spanking; not so much about being punished.

This isn’t splitting hairs. The physical activity may be the same, but the way it affects us isn’t. Punishment is an expression of her authority. I think that’s why I have resisted using the word when talking about being disciplined. And, I suspect it is why she uses it almost exclusively. I doubt it’s a conscious decision for her. It wasn’t for me. Now that I think about it, I understand.

moving to the next level

It’s been difficult for Mrs. Lion to extend her authority to cover my behavior when I annoy her. It’s one thing to punish me for breaking a rule. It’s another to exercise her authority if I say something that pisses her off. She tends to question whether the reason she is annoyed comes from me or from other external factors. It would be unfair to punish me because she was upset by a bad day at work.

I buy that. I think it is almost always possible to identify other factors beyond my control that upset her. On the other hand, there is no ambiguity at all about whether or not I set up the coffeepot. If I forget, she punishes me. It’s black and white.

If we make a list of things I do that generally annoy her, she can pick two or three to punish. Each can be specifically defined. Obviously, it is much more difficult to do this than the simple set-up-the-coffeepot rule, but I’m sure we can do it. Then it might be easier to enforce with the same consistency as the old rules.

Neither of us can explain why our disciplinary relationship works so well for us. It does and we both agree that when it is in full force we are happier. I think that my habit of referring to punishment as spankings is a way to avoid recognizing Mrs. Lion’s authority. I will stop doing that. It surprises me that such a subtle, semantic difference between spanking and punishment can make such a big difference to me. Even now, though I realize it, I find it a little difficult to say that I was punished. I would much rather say I was spanked.

My theory that I caused Lion’s sore spot appears to be correct. I’ve wondered if I injured him with my teeth when I did my Hoover impression. Since I was sucking so hard, I think I nicked him with my tooth and caused the bruise. I can’t explain why it turned from bruise to weird white spot or why it morphed into an apparent scar. However, as I sucked him last night, Lion noticed that my tooth does occasionally hit that spot. I told him I’ll get dentures so I can gum him and we won’t have an issue in the future. (In college, my roommate used to file her teeth down. I don’t know if she had similar issues biting her partners.)

I haven’t been sucking Lion as hard. That one time was it. I’m not even sure why I did it then, but I guess it was a bad idea. He did ask me the other night to not suck as hard. I wasn’t aware I was sucking hard but I loosened up anyway. I don’t want to hurt him again.

Despite the fact that it was late (after 8:30), I was able to get Lion to the edge easily. He reset the wait time. We’re at three days today, I believe. I’m happy he was horny enough to get to the edge after only two days. That hasn’t been the case lately. When I was done with him, he was still spread eagle across the bed for a few minutes. It took him some time to catch his breath. Job well done!

Of course, I’m not sure if his horniness stems from the punishment spanking he got for forgetting to set up the coffee pot. So far he’s remembered to do it since his blunder the other day. I asked him if he was trying to avoid more swats. He is. Good boy. He seemed a little thin-skinned while I was swatting him. Maybe he needs more practice taking swats. A maintenance spanking may not do much for his mind, but I think it helps his buns remember. Perhaps we’ll have to do some experiments in that area.