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In: Communication, Mrs Lion Comments

Lion got my new computer all set up. I’m using the same keyboard and mouse though, so all typos will be the same. I have two monitors at work and it was a little difficult working from home with only one monitor. Now I have the same setup, although Lion tells me I have things backwards. He likes the left screen to have X whereas I have Y. That’s the good thing about him having his computer and me having my computer. We can set them up however we want.

We weren’t as full after last night’s dinner. We had leftover turkey and fixings, and I swear we had the same amount of food on our plates, but we managed to do a bit more than roll into bed. Lion said he was frisky but he didn’t want to come out from under the covers. Once I got him out, he said he wasn’t sure how far he’d get. I don’t normally care how far he gets. I mean, I want to get him to the edge, but as long as it feels good, it’s fine. The thing I wonder about last night is, did he just want to snuggle? And, if so, why not say that? I don’t think I’ve ever put any real pressure on him to perform. I may tease him a bit, but it’s just me being silly.

For example, sometimes I snap my fingers at his penis and say, “Up, boy. You can do it.” I don’t have any expectation that he’ll get hard. I always do this in the very beginning before I’ve even tried to get him hard. It’s not done as a jab to his not being able to get hard at any point. He may tell me how mean I am when I spank him, but I’m not really mean to him. I’m actually very nice to him and I think he’ll agree. [Lion — I do agree.]

My point in bringing this up is that, even though we talk about fitting together like hand and glove and being close, we still have room for improvement. First and foremost, we need to communicate better. We do a pretty good job, but we can always do better. Maybe that can be our shared New Year’s resolution.

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In: Lion's Journal

The day after Thanksgiving was peaceful. Mrs. Lion’s new desktop computer arrived. Her old one is an HP all-in-one. It’s probably six years old. A few weeks ago, I helped set up new programs. It was painfully slow. Now she has a new Dell XPS with a 6-core processor. It will run circles around my five-year-old XPS.  Since she works at home most days, the need for a new PC is important. I’m really happy she now has it.

I’m writing this on the day after Thanksgiving. It’s been 13 days since my last orgasm. I haven’t been overly horny lately. Mrs. Lion is a patient cat. Once she gets me all the way to the very edge, she will make me wait for the fun of seeing me lying on the bed panting. Don’t get me wrong, I am having a very good time too, probably better than her.

Depending on how tired she is, we may be able to play this weekend. Sometimes life intrudes. Other times, like now, it’s just good to be together. Mrs. Lion is taking a new medication to replace the libido killer she was taking before. In a week or two, she may be horny again. Oh boy! Her doctor has experience with this issue. This is only the first step.

We both got/are getting our Christmas presents early this year. Mrs. Lion got the new 12-inch iPad. She is getting me the 10-1/2-inch version. I don’t want the larger screen. We both got the new iPhone 12 Pros. I guess we made Apple’s holiday a little brighter. We are both very happy with our gifts.

FYI, Evotion has a 20%-off sale. They don’t usually discount. Sales aren’t typical in the chastity device world. This may be a good opportunity to save. Almost all of the companies that make and sell custom male chastity devices are just couples. They are the smallest of the small businesses. Since men initiate becoming chaste, maybe getting locked up would be something to ask Santa to bring you. Ho! Ho! Ho! happy lockup to you!

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Despite efforts not to stuff myself yesterday, I was too full to move after dinner. Lion was too. While he retired to the bedroom, I did manage to clean up most of the mess and put away the leftovers. The only thing left to soak was the roasting pan. Since we were too full, neither of us attempted snuggling. Sex was out of the question. I know I wouldn’t have been able to suck on him. And I didn’t realize how sore my feet were until I sat down next to Lion.

The only issue I had with dinner was Lion not wanting help. I tried to get everything ready. The roasting pan was out. The potatoes were nearby. The stuffing was out. But as I tried to help Lion, he told me, “I can do it!” I debated continuing on with the chores I’d been working on. I started to and then I knew he’d need help eventually. I know he doesn’t like to ask for help. He likes cooking. It’s frustrating for him not to be able to see well or lift things the way he used to. I’ve always stayed off to the side to help whenever he needed it. I was the runner and the extra hand. I guess, now that he needs it more, he doesn’t like me being quite so near. Maybe I was a little too near yesterday. Even people who fit together as well as we do get in each other’s way from time to time.

Overall, it was a very nice dinner with the best company. The dog was very happy we ate at the table. It requires less movement on her part. When we eat in bed she has to go from one side to the other. At the table, all she needs to do is shift from one lap to the other. And clean up was not as big a deal as in the past. I don’t know why. We made just as much food. And we have more leftovers than usual. I purposely got the biggest turkey breast I could find so we’d have lots left for other meals. Between us trying not to stuff ourselves and the bigger turkey breast, we’ll have more than just a meal or two in the fridge.

I know. There’s nothing about sex here. Nothing about sex happened yesterday. Lion’s still noting a sore spot from his punishment the other night. We just had a nice Thanksgiving alone. The virus didn’t get in. All is right with our little world.

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In: Spanking, Female led relationship with discipline

If you’ve been following along,  you know I forgot to set up the coffeepot the other day. Mrs. Lion showed a certain amount of glee when she informed me of my infraction. She also put paddles on the bed in anticipation of my punishment. After we had a little while to digest our dinner, she got my spanking pillow. This is a wedge-shaped, very firm foam pillow. It raises me up six inches from the bed. Truth be told, I could use more elevation, but it helps position me.

I’m sure you will be happy to learn that even though I haven’t been spanked in many weeks, Mrs. Lion didn’t forget how to paddle me. We did have a brief mid-spanking discussion. She had been aiming most of the blows at my upper thighs. This is extremely painful and certainly her right to swat. I suggested she aim higher at the lower half of my bottom. Admittedly, that isn’t a very large target. She agreed and completed the spanking there.

A while after she finished, I noticed that my lower bottom hurt. My thighs were fine. Even lying on the soft bed was uncomfortable to my bottom. Apparently, the historical spanking advice I’ve read over the years is correct. Strong attention to the lower half of the bottom will yield satisfying aftereffects. I think Mrs. Lion noted this.

Male spanking in literature

I’ve been thinking about a related subject. Can a man be a strong, respected partner if he is punished by his wife? I’m not referring to her respecting him as much as whether a third party could see him as the hero in an adventure if his partner spanks him? The classic hero is the firm-but-loving leader of his woman. I wonder if modern women could see a man who has all the same qualities as the chest-thumping hero except he agrees to her discipline.

Are men who surrender some domestic power doomed to being seen as weak and not worthy of admiration? I’m aware that other men who have similar fantasies would be attracted to their adventures, but what about the women? For that matter, is the price of our FLR, some of Mrs. Lion’s respect for me? Does she see her ability to punish me as a sign of my weakness as a man?

I can’t find any contemporary literary example of a man who allows himself to be spanked and is also admired even by those who know his wife punishes him. Maybe it’s impossible for such a duality to exist. It’s too bad if this is true. Perhaps, being sexually submissive is the 21st-century version of being gay in the 1950s.  Submissive in the bedroom means weak in life.

I wonder what vanilla women think of men who allow themselves to be punished. I suspect they imagine the disciplining women as being overbearing and the men weak. I know that Mrs. Lion isn’t overbearing. If anything, she is overindulgent. I don’t consider myself weak.

Things may be slowly changing. The success of Fifty Shades Of Grey has legitimized female sexual submission. That’s quite an achievement in the age of kneejerk feminism. People recognize that D/S is a consensual activity. It’s something people want to do because it brings them pleasure. Sure, there can be other motives. But above all, it’s consensual. I just think it is odd that mainstream literature has no popular submissive male characters. I guess it means I have to stay in the closet a while longer.