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If you read Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday (“The Big O and Then Oh No“), you would already know that I had an orgasm on Sunday night. It was after 23 days of waiting. Admittedly, most of the time I wasn’t interested in sex. My stomach problem is slowly going away and my libido has returned (obviously!). This is the fifth orgasm in a row that Mrs. Lion has produced orally. I love the trend.

After Mrs. Lion read my post for yesterday (“A Near Miss “), I asked her about her feelings when it came to discipline. Her reply was very interesting. She reiterated that she likes catching me breaking rules. She enjoys finding errors. When we watch TV or movies, she regularly points out continuity errors. Catching me is the same sort of fun for her. What about spanking for me?

lion's spanked buns
Forgot to set up the coffee pot.

She said that it wasn’t fun for her. I pressed a bit more. If not fun, what then? “It’s just something I do.” She went on to explain that she doesn’t mind spanking me. It just isn’t fun for her. It’s emotionally neutral. Fair enough. If she dislikes spanking. she might avoid it. If she likes it, she might look for reasons to paddle me. Actually she does look for reasons to punish me. She loves catching me. Her reward is discovering my infraction. The spanking that follows is just the normal result of her discovery.

It works…up to a point. There is a rock-solid connection between breaking an explicit rule and spanking me. The disconnect occurs when she is the injured party. For example, a spanking is inevitable if I fail to set up the coffee pot, eat first, or forget to announce punishment day. I am also forbidden to interrupt her or act like a know-it-all. Most of the time she lets me know if I break one of those rules, but she doesn’t follow through with her paddle.

It’s very odd. She will tell me I interrupted her. When there is no followup, I sometimes ask if I will be punished. She always says, “It wasn’t that serious.” When it comes to any other rule, seriousness has nothing to do with my fate. Break it and get spanked. It’s binary. If Mrs. Lion minded spanking me, I could see that she might try to avoid doing it. But that’s not the case. She doesn’t mind at all. If she feels too tired or uncomfortable at the time I break the rule, she punishes me the next day.

We have never had any standard of what is serious enough for me to be punished. We learned a long time ago that consistency is crucial in our DD relationship. The only exception Mrs. Lion has made to break the rules that don’t involve her directly has been when I was sick. Even then, she has not given me many passes.

I think it is important that she uses her talents to spot offenses and call me out for behaviors she doesn’t like. It’s just as important to follow through. I suspect it is easier to spank me for the somewhat arbitrary rules that have no emotional loading. It’s harder to extend punishment for things that actually make her unhappy.

Speaking strictly for myself, I know I will be happier and more secure if Mrs. Lion is just as consistent with enforcing interruptions and other rude behavior. It worries me when she lets things go. It keeps us from having a clean slate.

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We had a fairly lazy weekend. I took Saturday off. I did a few things but I was tired and just wanted to lounge a bit. On Sunday I was still tired but facing the same chores as Saturday so I had to do something. I moved the dryer out and looked for what turned out to be a phantom lint clog. Maybe the dryer just wanted to go for a little ride across the floor. I guess it can get bored too. Oh well. It’s “fixed”.

I got rid of the backlog of empty boxes scattered in the living room. I need to keep on top of them better. I crawled around on the floor to install an appliance (heavy-weight) extension cord so the air conditioner in the bedroom is on a different circuit than the one in Lion’s office. Now it won’t get hot at all this summer.

The biggest thing I did, and this is not a chore, was test out Lion’s horniness. I said maybe he should wait until I found the restraints. He suggested going on a test drive. Neither of us knew if he would get hard and/or stay hard. Since he did get hard with my hand I said we could try oral even if we didn’t make it all the way. Lion very rarely turns down oral sex. He was game. I was game.

I really wasn’t sure if he’d get very far. It was the maiden voyage after his intestinal issues. I was debating whether to go all the way or not. Should I just edge him? Should I edge him and hope he can recover and go further? He got close very quickly. I mean, one second he wasn’t close and the next I heard the little gasp that usually means he’s close. I was afraid, after what I thought was 22 days, to take a chance on edging him. I wanted him to come. It took a little longer, but he went right on past the edge. There wasn’t much semen. I’m still not sure if that’s a product of edging or of time. Obviously, if it was time, I should have had a mouthful. But he was sick so that could have played into it. Anyway, Lion corrected me that it was actually 23 days since his last orgasm. This one might not have been the biggest or best orgasm he’s had. It wasn’t his longest wait either. But I’m sure he had fun and there’s plenty of time to have bigger and better ones.

A little while later, he had cramps again and was running to the bathroom. He took more medicine and that seemed to help. Apparently he’s not quite over his issues, but he seems to be getting better every day. I’m glad I’m around to take care of him whether he’s sick or not.

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I think I am beating the intestinal virus. The cramps are almost all gone. I am definitely more interested in sex. When I told Mrs. Lion, she said I may not be ready. I agreed. Things are not all better yet. Also, she pointed out that she hasn’t found the restraints yet. I could see forgoing the restraints. I’m nothing if not flexible.

Mrs. Lion thought I would be in trouble today. When she went to bed last night to watch TV, the coffee pot was not yet prepared for this morning. I had to stay up and use my computer to fill out the weekly unemployment form after midnight Saturday. I got to my office a little bit early and took the time to finish my post for yesterday. Then I went into the kitchen to set up the coffee pot. It was a close call. I nearly forgot it entirely. I know that I am now well enough to be spanked.

I think this last event is a wonderful argument in favor of domestic discipline. If I wasn’t acutely aware of what would happen if I failed to do that chore, I’m very sure I would have simply not done it. Since I know full well what will happen if Mrs. Lion discovers the coffeepot not ready to go, I have a very strong incentive to never let that happen.

Even though it’s almost a habit to do this, it’s fairly easy to forget on a busy day. It’s been only a few weeks since my last spanking for forgetting. That’s recent enough to help me remember to do my job. Over the years I’ve read many accounts of domestic discipline. And in virtually all of them, the man will eventually “forget” and need a reminder. I always thought that was more of a device the guy uses to get himself a spanking. I now know that isn’t true.

As long as Mrs. Lion gives me serious spankings, I see them as something I should try my best to avoid. Now that I fully understand that every time I break a rule I will get one of those serious spankings when I think about the rules I need to follow, I also think about what happens when I don’t obey them. If enough time passes between spankings, the memory of how much I dislike them fades. Inevitably I end up doing something that earns me another.

I’m not proud of this. I really don’t understand how this mechanism works, but it does. None of this began happening until Mrs. Lion began spanking me seriously. By that I mean she works hard to make sure I am very unhappy with what she is doing to me. We’ve both learned that this is a function of two things: the intensity and location of her swats and how long the spanking lasts. There are parts of my bottom and upper thighs that are much more sensitive than others. When she focuses on these and relentlessly hits them with a lot of force, I yelp and think about getting away. That’s a very good sign she is spanking me properly. When she keeps going long after I feel I can’t take any more, I experience a sense of loss of control. I realize that she is unhappy with what I’ve done and wants me to be unhappy too.

That’s the entire point of punishment. For me at least, spanking is an ideal way to punish me. I’m never really injured and I’m always very unhappy with what’s happening to me. The true irony in all this is that I’m turned on thinking about being spanked, even punishment spankings. Even though I should understand fully what’s about to happen, I willingly get into position to be punished. If I attempt to move away once Mrs. Lion starts, she applies particularly hard strokes to my most sensitive spots. I get the point. After the pain fades away, I get a little aroused thinking about it.

However, I don’t get aroused enough to want another.

I’m not looking to find more reasons to get spanked. I think that Mrs. Lion needs to punish me when I do things that annoy her. She knows she should too. For some reason, she doesn’t. If I interrupt her, she will sometimes remind me that I did it and then tell me it wasn’t serious enough to rate punishment. I believe that’s a mistake. I think that domestic discipline is an all-or-nothing kind of practice. If I do something that I shouldn’t, regardless of how minor, I should face the consequences.

We’ve learned that a spanking is a spanking. A mild spanking for a minor offense simply doesn’t work. It’s a binary thing; either I’ve done something wrong or I haven’t. If I’ve done something wrong then I deserve punishment. I know other couples have made the same discovery. There is a threshold that has to be crossed before the punishment is meaningful.

I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that requires more serious punishment. If I do, I would expect that my spanking would become more severe and longer in duration. I’m pretty sure I won’t ever get to experience that. I don’t think I have any problem serious enough. At least I hope I don’t.

Now that I’m getting better we will return to the stricter disciplinary environment. I’m glad we will and I think Mrs. Lion is too.

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As I was making and cleaning up from dinner, I had my eye on the coffee pot parts still in the dish drainer. Lion still wasn’t feeling 100%, but he was well enough to do the coffee pot. He’d done it for most of the days he felt like crap. I decided he’d get punished. If he’s starting to get horny, then he should be able to do his chores.

This morning we slept in. Well, Lion did. I was up with the dog at 6 and 7, but then I slept till 9ish. We watched TV for a while before I asked the inevitable questions: Are you hungry and what do you want to eat? When I walked into the kitchen, the coffee pot was done. Hmmm… if he was asleep as long as I’d been and it wasn’t done when the dog had her ice cream when had he done it? I didn’t ask, but as we ate breakfast he asked if I was surprised that the coffee pot was done. I admitted I was. He’d done it around midnight when he filed his unemployment claim and finished his post for this morning. Aha!

Not only was I surprised that he remembered so late, but I was sort of disappointed. I thought I had him. It’s not that I wanted to punish him. I still don’t find any joy in that. But I do enjoy catching him when he breaks a rule.

Nanner, nanner, nanner!

I know that probably makes no sense. Why do I enjoy catching him if I don’t enjoy punishing him? I have no answer. It may be linked to why I like to find continuity errors in TV shows and movies. It’s a detail someone missed and I caught. I don’t call the directors and tell them they’ve made a mistake. There’s no way for them to fix it anyway. I just like finding them.

On the other hand, maybe I wanted him to forget because punishing him would mean he’s finally getting better. If he’s starting to feel horny and he can handle punishment, then maybe things are getting back to normal. Maybe I’ve got my frisky Lion back. I think I do, with or without punishment. He said he was horny this morning. When I suggested waiting another day for his blow job, he said maybe we don’t have to wait. We’ll see how it goes later, but that’s a good sign.

Neither of us have any idea how he caught a virus. I’m just grateful it was a run-of-the-mill stomach virus and not the virus. We’re continuing to protect ourselves by staying home as much as possible and wearing masks when we have to venture out. We have no plans to join the bandwagon of people going back to restaurants or other crowded places. Are we overreacting? Maybe, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.