I see this in Lion’s future.

Lion was awake after my shower. We snuggled, and I played with my weenie. He made purring noises when it felt good, but my weenie never fully woke up. Lion has been tired lately. It makes sense that sex may not be at the forefront of his mind. He might not have been feeling well either. Maybe he needs a swift kick in the ass (a spanking) to get him moving.

I know he loves the idea of a spanking, and I promise he’ll get one soon. I’m just not going to tell him when. Of course, the longer I wait, the greater the chance that he’ll earn a punishment spanking. He’s not a saint. He’ll screw up sooner or later. Actually, I have enough to punish him for right now. He’s been interrupting me quite a bit lately. I’ve just been raising my voice to be heard over him. [Lion — I thought I would be punished for interrupting. I don’t really notice when you raise your voice.]

As I typed that, I wondered if punishing him is more for him than me. He keeps saying I should assert my power. Am I really, though? I mean, he likes (the idea of) spanking. I’m not saying he deliberately does things to get punished. I’m just wondering if I’m not rewarding him for being bad. I guess maybe I just figured out the “why.” What drives him to want me to be in charge? Why would he present his butt when I tell him to? Duh. He likes being spanked even if he knows (or maybe because he knows) he won’t be able to sit for a day or two.  [Lion — I mentioned that in my post this morning. The odd but true fact is that being consistently punished does change my behavior. When was the last time I ate first? Spilled on my shirt? Forgot coffee? ]

With that in mind, wouldn’t a better punishment be withdrawal of sexual contact or even the dreaded silent treatment? He would hate both. Or is that too vindictive? If I were really a tyrant, I certainly wouldn’t give him what he wants as punishment. Then again, if I were really a tyrant, he probably wouldn’t be with me to begin with, and he definitely wouldn’t want me to have power over him.

Lion is very lucky I’m not a tyrant. I’ve got just enough mean to be able to spank him and more than nice enough to be able to stop before I seriously hurt him. Even if he doesn’t break a rule in the next few days, I see a spanking in his future.

Have you noticed that I write more about sex when the time since my last orgasm starts getting long? The same is true with spanking. I write more posts about being spanked as time since my last spanking gets longer. Is this a way to indirectly ask to ejaculate or get a sore bottom? Perhaps. At the least, it shows that my thoughts are moving in those directions.

There’s a strong connection between writing about being spanked and about ejaculating. Both are sexual. One of the more embarrassing ironies in the way I’m wired is that I get aroused thinking about being spanked. I’m very aware that when Mrs. Lion spanks me, it’s a long, painful, bruising experience. I hate it when she spanks me. Nevertheless, I get turned on thinking about it. If thinking about it didn’t turn me on, it would be more difficult to convince me to get in position and take it.

OK, that’s not entirely true. Once I form the disciplinary habit, I get into position and accept the spanking without any sexual component. Those of us in a disciplinary marriage have learned that we must accept domestic discipline as our wives require. It’s conditioning. It’s well established that the disciplined male initiates domestic discipline. In my case, the sexual excitement of thinking about being spanked drove me to ask Mrs. Lion to spank me. This same sexual energy causes me to encourage her to become stricter, even now.

All this sexual interest doesn’t cause me to disobey my disciplining wife consciously. I work hard to avoid punishment. We both know that I need regular “just because” punishment spankings if I don’t earn any through specific offenses. Mrs. Lion decides when one is needed.

I get very aroused when I think about Mrs. Lion teasing me and not letting me ejaculate. When she gets me to the edge, all I can think about is coming. I want it more than anything. She stops, and I’m left hanging. She does it again and again. When she finally stops, I don’t try to finish myself. I lie there panting. It makes no more sense than getting aroused thinking about being spanked.

We’ve been doing this for years. It’s natural and expected in our marriage. It works for both of us. It may not make sense to other people. It doesn’t have to. We both recognize the ironies. We are happily different.

Lion took up residence in the bedroom before I changed the bed. When he took his shower, I was busy with dinner. I managed to do the laundry, which made it out of the dryer the same day it went in. Last week it took till Thursday.

After dinner, Lion was awake for a bit. By the time I took my shower, he was snoozing. He put a TV show on and fell asleep, waking only for the commercials. At one point, he said the show wasn’t very interesting. I told him that was because he was only awake for the commercials. A while later, I was minding my own business, and my back started cramping up. It was bad enough when I was lying there, but it was painful when I tried to stand up. Once I was up, I was fine. It felt almost like sciatic pain when I was lying down, but it was clearly muscle. I still feel it this morning, and I’m hoping it doesn’t get worse as the day goes on.

In addition to changing the bed, my priority is Lion. We need to snuggle, at the very least. He’s said we don’t hug and kiss much anymore. I think he’s right. Aside from a hello or goodbye kiss, we don’t kiss much. Well, we kiss after each eye drop. I don’t remember how that started. Maybe I said it was the price for my services. [Lion — She did. I love it!] Sometimes I make up a silly reason to “steal” a kiss. I have noticed recently that it’s mostly me kissing him. What’s up with that, Lion?

I know he’ll say he initiates snuggling a lot by asking me if I want to snuggle. But why am I always moving to his side of the bed? Why am I always looking over my shoulder at the TV? We’ve had this problem for years. Of course, if snuggling is supposed to lead to sex, no one should be looking at the TV. And if that’s the case, then I should move over to his side of the bed. However, if it’s snuggling for snuggling’s sake, then he should move over to my side of the bed sometimes. The problem is that, with the adjustable beds, there’s a gap between them, and it’s difficult to bridge it. Apparently, I’ve mastered it, so that’s why I move to his side of the bed. [Lion — It’s hard for me to go to Mrs. Lion’s side. I guess I can try harder.]

Okay. Enough about bed gaps and who moves where to snuggle. The point is that we need to get back on track. It’s been a few days since his orgasm. He should be feeling the beginning twinges of horniness by now. I need to take advantage of that and get him frustrated. I’ll have to see if I can wake the sleeping weenie tonight.

I know, I know, I resolved to avoid adding to Mrs. Lion’s paddle collection. It was one thing when her spankings were mildly uncomfortable. It’s another now that she can make my butt hurt when I sit for nearly a week. It makes no sense at all for me to help her make things even worse. Guess what? This stupid lion actually bought her a leather paddle. There’s a picture of it on the right. When it arrived, Mrs. Lion put it away without comment. It’s possible that I won’t see, no feel it again.

I bought it not because I feel she needs a new way to make me miserable. It’s that in my wanderings, I’ve noticed that spanked bottoms are generally very red without much visible bruising (see image, left). My last spanking, the fifteen-minute one, was administered using her bloodwood ferrule paddle. This paddle has the same 3-inch diameter striking face as her much-heavier spanking spoon. The result was much redder, along with the expected bruising.

From my perspective on the receiving end, the ferrule also stung a lot more than the spoon. Perhaps red is associated with sting. The spanking spoon definitely delivers much more force than the ferrule. Its weight and long handle assure that. The ferrule delivers more of a very hard slap. I wonder if a thinner paddle with a larger surface area would produce much redder. So, I ordered the leather paddle in the foolish hope of finding out.

Mrs. Lion will not be satisfied with a deep pink bottom. She wants the marks that signal many days of discomfort. I get that. She also seems to favor using only a single paddle for my spankings. I’m pretty sure that the leather paddle won’t give her the marks she wants but is likely to give her a deep red canvas. If she switches to her spoon after developing the red she seeks, I will end up with the bruises and the sting. Stupid Lion! I can’t help it. I’m curious.