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In: Communication, Body Waxing

Sometimes I’m not exactly sure what went wrong. Maybe it was because I didn’t check out Lion’s buns or ask how they felt. Maybe it was because I didn’t pull out a butt plug. When I came back from my shower and got under the covers, Lion said he wanted dessert. It’s true, I could have asked if he wanted any other kind of attention. Instead, I just assumed he didn’t. We held hands and then he fell asleep.

He’ll be the first to say if he falls asleep, I automatically remove the possibility of sex. It’s not absolutely true, but there have been times that I was ready to do something when he was sleeping and when he woke up I wasn’t in the mood. He also says I can wake him since he doesn’t usually realize he’s fallen asleep. The problem with that is I think if he’s asleep he must be tired. Waking him won’t help anyone. Of course, there are other times when I think he must be well rested after a nap so we can play then. Sometimes he wants to and other times he says it’s too late.

We may not communicate well at times, but boy do I know he wants to be waxed! He’s mentioned it several times including last night when he asked if I had any idea when I could wax him. Unbeknownst to him, I already had the pantry ready and was planning on telling him we’d do it today. Way to steal my thunder, Lion. Sheesh! At this point, the wax has been melting for about an hour. I estimate it will be ready by 3. Depending on how I feel as I get going, I may or may not be able to do the whole Lion in one shot. I usually do the front on one day and the back in another. Since it’s Sunday, there really isn’t another day until next weekend. However, Lion tends not to be very furry on the backside. That means I can either ignore it till next time or I can polish it off quickly. In either case, the most important parts will be done today.

As I wax him, I usually give him some weenie attention. As I oil him up or clean him off, we have some fun. Today, it will also be a gauge as to how horny he might be for later on. A very excited Lion at waxing time doesn’t always translate to a very excited Lion at night, but there’s a good chance it will. If nothing else, I’ll know if he’s open to the challenge.

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In: Spanking

Obviously, it is humiliating to have to present my bare bottom for a spanking. It is considerably worse when conversations ensue discussing the results. Recent posts included pictures of my bottom taken immediately after Mrs. Lion finished spanking me. She wrote about these results discussing portions of my anatomy that didn’t get sufficient attention. Then, in the comments to the first post, Julie of strictjuliespanks offered some advice:

“I like a smaller, tighter, shorter-handled implement, and I like to spread his legs and pull his butt cheeks apart to very deliberately spank those tender bits in the inner ass cheeks and inner thighs. I definitely like the edge of the paddle to graze his anal ring. I have no qualms about pushing his genitals out of the way to get higher up and deeper into the inner thighs. I also like to pull up on his ass cheek and punish where butt meets thigh, but with new, stretched skin there. Just some ideas!”

Mrs. Lion noted this advice and followed it in my next spanking. A large image was posted of the results. Julie, ever the helpful friend responded:

“Good job! I see the redness extending as far as can be seen into his cleft, and right onto his high inner thighs as well. As they say, a picture is worth a 1000 words. I can vividly picture the paddle application and technique, and resulting yelps, that caused this!”

She was correct. I yelped loud and long during this “make-up” spanking.

It occurs to me that spanking is something of a spectator sport in many domestic discipline circles. It’s like golf. Many people enjoy reading about it or watching it in pictures and videos. Some engage in it as a hobby. Some professionals get paid to spank. I’m not aware of any tournaments where spankers can win trophies. Perhaps that is the next step in the evolution.

Julie’s advice to Mrs. Lion is part of the long tradition of women helping each other improve their performance. My role is to be the “golf course” where Mrs. Lion tees off. I suppose we spankees could be rated too. We could be hard, fast turf, difficult to produce satisfying yelps. They would have high “par” assigned to them. At the other end of the spectrum would be wimpy bottoms with very low pars. They require being restrained to allow their spankers to get in a full 18 holes, as it were.

Similarly, paddles are much like golf clubs. The spanking spoon, for example, is for those long shots designed to bruise the center and sides of a cheek. The hairbrush paddle is good for close work, sort of a spanking putter that allows access to tender areas inside clefts and crannies. Like most sports, good equipment helps improve performance.

While most spankers are hobbyists, some use the sport for practical good. Domestic disciplinarians don’t have to be brutes. They can apply the grace and finesse of the finest professional and semi-professional spankers. The Disciplinary Wives Club offered workshops for disciplinary wives to hone their spanking skills.

Scoring is a bit tricky in this sport. Points are given for completeness of coverage and even color. Bonus points are added for deeper shades of red. Bruises earn points as well. A deep crimson bottom and upper thighs are the signs of an expert player. Bruises in the “sit spots” advance the spanker’s proficiency score. Points are awarded for producing yelps. Bonus points are added for tears. True experts also develop the deep red inside the cleft up to and around the anus. A red perineum is the badge of a truly detail-oriented spanker.

It takes years for a spanker to develop the skills and acquire the correct clubs to produce such perfection. It also takes time to learn each “course” to discover how to evoke the best yelps and screams. Some “courses” never produce tears. Since this sport is generally practiced in private and “courses” are not often shared, it’s difficult to rank spankers accurately. Clearly, we are still in the early days of this sport. Maybe one day it will advance to the point of joining the Olympics.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

For some reason, I was really tired yesterday. I brought lunch home with me and both of us snoozed after we ate. I wrote my post and messed around on my computer before heading into the bedroom with Lion. We discussed what to have for dinner before snoozing again.

It was the day after Lion’s orgasm so I took the night off. I didn’t think he really needed another spanking. I’ll look him over and see if he’s bruised before I decide if he’s ready for more practice. I doubt he’s ready for any sexual activity but we can try that too. We might wind up just snuggling.

There’s also the matter of anal training. Lion bought the glass anal toy. Perhaps, if he’s not ready for more spanking, we can try another type of butt fun. I think this toy might be better than a regular butt plug because the differences between the bumps is less severe. Even a small butt plug can have a large shoulder. Pushing it in and taking it out is how to train him, but it doesn’t have to be so difficult. He hasn’t had training in a long time. His ass is almost a virgin again. That said, I’m pretty sure Lion will be able to handle a few bumps in. His ass isn’t quite that virginal. The first few bumps are less than two of my fingers. I’m sure he can easily handle two fingers. If he’s worried, I can start with fingers.

The other thing I’ve been trying to figure out is how to keep Lion’s ass positioned while I spank him. We have a wedge spanking pillow and that keeps his skin fairly taut. The problem is that it does nothing to open him up so I can get to his crack. We have a bolster pillow but I think it’s too soft. I may be on the right track with the shape. I just need to find one with a little more support. It has to be somewhat comfortable for Lion to stay in position long enough to make him uncomfortable from the swats. Now that I’m back to working in the office again, I can’t very well search during the day. I suspect I can have a short list this weekend. Lion can help me narrow it down and I can order it. With any luck, it will arrive by next weekend.

When I gave Lion his orgasm the other night, the fur at the base of his cock was tickling my nose. I’ve known for a few weeks that he needed to be waxed. Last weekend was a fiasco between power outages and the furnace not working well. I hoped to relax this weekend, but now I have to get the pantry turned back into a waxing room. I’d really like to have more room to navigate around the waxing table. So much for a relaxing weekend.

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In: Lion's Journal, Love
Anna Faris, star of “Mom” looks to Mrs. Lion like a teenage boy.

Mrs. Lion commented the other night while watching a rerun of the TV sitcom, “Mom.” Anna Faris was dressed in a t-shirt and panties. Mrs. Lion said, “She looks like a teenage boy.” That reminded me of something I read years ago, “Men think the ideal woman looks like a 16-year-old boy.”

I suppose that’s true. I find Anna Faris very hot. I like women with narrow hips, small boobs, and small butts. Anna Faris fits that mold. Mrs. Lion doesn’t look like a 16-year-old boy. She is much more womanly. I think that women underestimate how we think. The male mind isn’t fixated on a single sexual archetype. If I am looking at females, I don’t know, my eye will definitely be drawn to the Anna Faris archetype. I admit it.

That doesn’t mean I can only be turned on by someone who is built like her. In reality, I’m more aroused by Mrs. Lion. Physical archetypes are visual attractants. They get our attention. It doesn’t mean we want to marry them. It doesn’t even mean we want to have sex with them. It means we find them sexually arousing. I suppose that if we were instinct-driven animals, we would hurry over and mount them without further ado. Being thinking critters, the only value this initial reaction has is to generate enough interest to want to know more.

Every relationship starts with some sort of initial trigger that makes us want to know the other person. I found Mrs. Lion on a dating site. Her profile had a closeup of her smiling face. I loved that smile! I knew I wanted to meet its owner. I sent her a message letting her know I was interested. Something I wrote her piqued her interest. We wanted sex and, based on this brief exchange, decided to meet and fuck.

She turned me on. I loved how she looked, felt, tasted, and smelled. We fit. I was attracted to her. No, she didn’t look like a 16-year-old boy. It didn’t matter at all. She was exactly right for me. Apparently, I was right for her as well. We kept meeting and screwing our brains out. We also talked and laughed. The more I got to know her, the more I realized I didn’t want her to go home. It wasn’t love at first sight. It had almost nothing to do with appearance. In the beginning, it had a lot to do with sex.

I know that some women are threatened if they discover their mates are attracted to other females. They worry that they lose in a direct comparison. That’s just silly. How do you compare someone you have loved for over a decade with a stranger with the archetypical body? You don’t. It makes no sense. Every night I fall asleep next to the only woman I love. I hope that doesn’t change the rest of my life.