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It might have been because it was late-ish when I started trying to play with Lion, but he wasn’t very responsive. It sounded like I was making headway, but Mr. Weenie never got hard. Eventually, Lion said maybe we should wait a day. He said I was probably hurting my shoulder anyway. It’s a difficult angle with him under the covers. He pointed out that the angle wouldn’t be difficult if I were under the covers too. True, but then I’d be hot. Would it not work for him to come out from under the covers? Do I have to do all the work? Maybe I need to tell him to get his ass out if he wants any action.

The thought occurred to me that I could spank him for not getting hard. I think that would be going too far. Sometimes, for fun, I snap my fingers and say, “Up. Up, boy.” Of course, it never works, and I never expect it to work. I’m just silly. I know he can have an erection without physical stimulus, but I don’t think he should be punished for not getting hard.

I’m not sure if he’s having any trouble sitting today. [Lion — I am! It still hurts.] I didn’t check to see if I’d actually bruised him. It was enough to know he was sore the next day. He told me I could spank him again if I needed to, even if he was bruised. He hoped I didn’t have to, but I could. There was a scary moment when he dropped food on his shirt. If it left a stain, he would have been in trouble. Thankfully, for him, there was no stain. Whew! That was a close one. I told him I could always use some soap if he were bruised. That eliminates the possibility of doing damage – to his buns, at least.

We seem to be having some issues with disagreements lately. Lion seems to want to press his point. After the first back and forth, I think he should stop. What’s done is done. Does it really matter who said what when? As soon as I have to raise my voice (which I don’t normally do), we are done. I’m not talking about anything of any consequence. I mean, if one of us said X and the other said X right after or even at the same time, who cares who said X? X was said. Done. Do we really need to fight about X? And, no, I’m not backing down. Isn’t part of being Lioness 4.0 taking charge of a situation and growling?

Of course, if it’s something significant, then we should discuss it. That’s different. I’m not trying to take over the entire marriage. I’m just trying to flex my muscle where it makes sense to do so. Isn’t that what Lion wants? [Lion — Yup.]

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As promised, Mrs. Lion spanked me on Saturday night. It was a “you must have done something” spanking. For the first time, she did a full-on DWC spanking. After I got into position along the foot of the bed, the yoga pillow raising my butt, she set a ten-minute timer. Her warmup was longer and a bit gentler than usual. I welcomed that. Then she began swatting in ernest. After what felt like a long time, she said, “It’s been three minutes.” Oh boy!

During the spanking, she complained that I was getting blood on her paddle. I didn’t respond. My focus was elsewhere. When the ten-minute timer went off, Mrs. Lion didn’t stop. If anything, she hit harder. Eventually, she announced she was done. As you can see in the image accompanying Mrs. Lion’s post, my bottom wasn’t looking very good when she finished. It was also very sore. The soreness persisted, and it hurt even on the soft bed when I rolled over onto my back. Today (Sunday), it takes work to find a comfortable position in my desk chair. Mrs. Lion used the spanking spoon with the new “golf club” grip on the handle. She reported that it didn’t slip. How nice for her.

Saturday night’s spanking ushered in lioness 4.0. This fearsome version has the ability to use corporal punishment in a strong enough way to make a meaningful impression on this adult male. 4.0 can ignore the vocal and physical protests to send a strong message. I know Mrs. Lion doesn’t celebrate this growth, but I do. She is a full-fledged disciplinary wife who can hold her head high in any gathering of similarly-inclined women.

Since there are no such gatherings, and even if she wouldn’t attend, the distinction remains between us. I have to point out that this is great personal growth. Lioness 1.0 could barely leave a touch of pink on my bottom. 3.0 struggled to make a spanking last five minutes. 4.0 spanks me well past the ten-minute timer. As she will quickly point out, it’s because that’s the way I want it. I’ve encouraged her to increase the time and severity of her spankings. I have.

I’m very grateful she has been able to reach this point. I’m confident that over time this will be my standard spanking. Ouch!

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Lion is finding it difficult to sit today. He said his bottom was sore when he was in bed. I can only imagine what it feels like sitting at his desk. Actually, I can only imagine what it feels like in any case. No one has ever made my buns sore. I think we still need to work out where the pillow under his midsection goes. He had creases in his skin again. At the beginning of the spanking, I held the skin taut to get maximum coverage. After a while, I let the swats fall where they may. Aside from the creases, I got pretty good coverage.

He was a little far from the end of the bed too. I could still reach him, but it might have been better if he were closer. I don’t know if any of the force was diminished by his position, but why should I have to reach at all? I’m doing him a favor by swatting him. The least he could do is make it easier on me.

The luggage straps worked well. The ones around his thighs were tight enough. I need to work on the ones further down. I was going for his ankles, but they were too loose. We hooked two straps together for his thighs. I think one strap will do for his ankles. I don’t need to cut off circulation. I need to make it difficult for him to move. I wonder if he sees them as bondage. [Lion — I do see them as bondage, at least before she begins beating me. Then, I forget they are there unless I try to move. Maybe if one strap is enough for my ankles, the other could be used to force my knees to be bent by connecting the ankle strap to the thigh strap. Bent knees make it almost impossible to move.]

I decided to humor Lion. I set a ten-minute timer and started very slow. The big baby starting complaining right away. I wasn’t hitting hard at all. Maybe it was as hard as I hit him once I figured out how hard I could hit him all those years ago. Was I Lioness negative 3.0 back then? When I pointed out that I wasn’t hitting hard, he said he knew, but that didn’t stop him from whining.

I couldn’t see the timer from where I was standing, and I think I was a minute or two off when I told him I’d only been whomping for three minutes. I was concentrating on not speeding up too quickly. I alternated between slow swats and fast swats. After three minutes, I increased the force of the swats. Lion noticed. His screams into the comforter got louder. I mean, I imagine they were louder. They were muffled.

As I went from slow swats to fast swats, I took a little break in between. I also alternated between arms. Obviously, the right-handed swats were hitting slightly different areas than the left-handed swats. I was concerned that a lot of the force was landing on the left side of his left cheek. I could see the beginning of a bruise. The side is the wrong spot, and I didn’t want to keep hitting a bruise. I can limit the area better with an over-the-top approach with my right arm. Left goes across, and right goes over the top. I guess that’s one drawback to having him lay across the bed. I can’t easily get to the other side of him.

It may have been before the initial three minutes were up that he started to bleed a little. First, it was one dot on each cheek. He wasn’t dripping blood. I’d say it oozed out. When the paddle hit, I could feel droplets hitting me. They were too small to see. They did, however, get my paddle bloody. I like to tell Lion when he’s dirtying my paddle, so he’ll know what’s going on. I’m never sure if he can tell if he’s bleeding. I know he feels the pain, but whether he’s just pink or very red, or if he’s bleeding, it isn’t easy to feel. I wasn’t concerned about the amount of blood. What started to happen, though, is that the paddle started sticking to his cheeks. The blood on the paddle was grabbing onto the blood on his buns. I’m sure I could have switched to the other side of the paddle, but then he would have dirtied both sides of my paddle. The nerve! [Lion — Maybe keep a damp washcloth or alcohol wipe handy to keep the stickiness down.]

When the timer went off, I realized I’d probably been off with my warmup timing. Oh well. The timer ending corresponded with a little break I was taking. I don’t know if Lion thought we were done or not, but I remember his saying that going beyond the timer is even more of a morale buster. I couldn’t very well disappoint him, could I? Nope. So on I went. It wasn’t for too long. Just enough to let him know that the bell can’t save him.

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Sometimes a story touches my heart. This one from “People” got to me. I have always had a huge soft spot for dogs. This story tells of a stray who kept following customers into a dollar store and trying to steal a purple, stuffed unicorn. It’s a very sweet story with a happy ending. I like happy endings. No, not just the kind that produces semen, all kinds. There are so many sad endings out there. It’s wonderful to hear about happy ones. I know you come here expecting to read about sex or spanking. Sometimes, I want to talk about other things as well. Please forgive the digression.

I just read Mrs. Lion’s post for Saturday. At the time of this writing (Saturday afternoon), it was news that she plans to spank me. I wonder if she is going DWC on me. I deserve it, given all the writing I’ve done on the subject. She also wrote that she plans to make me ejaculate too. It’s been four days since my last orgasm. I admit that all this spanking talk has made me horny. Getting spanked lioness style can temporarily beat that desire for sex right out of me.

That’s how it should be. Standard male behavior is sexual arousal at the prospect of a spanking and loss of all sexual interest within a minute or so after one starts. My arousal has moved further from the actual beating. I’m not hard when Mrs. Lion tells me to assume the position. I’m not even mentally aroused. A few hours before her planned start, I am aroused, and I am very willing to submit when she is ready. I think that means my arousal is deeper and assures that I am willing to accept a long, painful spanking.

She doesn’t understand why I want this. It took her a long time to harden herself to the obvious discomfort the paddling causes me. I think she wants it to end as much as I do. I hope that changes. In my years as a spanker, I learned to take objective pleasure in refining my technique. I wanted to be as effective as possible. Mrs. Lion seems to be getting more interested in technique too. She’s written about two distinct kinds of spanking: tender crack areas and long-lasting sit spot beating. [Mrs. Lion — If I concentrate on technique, I can follow through with an effective spanking. If I start to think about “why” or any sort of intimacy, I’m toast. I have to remain the detached I-hope-I’m-doing-this-right person that it seems Lion doesn’t like.]

The tender area between my cheeks is fairly new to her. She hasn’t spent much time working there. A challenge she’s written about is how to keep the crack open and exposed while she works. One way or another, it has to be held open. I can’t think of a position that opens it enough to give her paddle room to work. She has mastered sit-spot spanking. It takes a lot of force to make a lasting impression there. My last disciplinary spanking gave Mrs. Lion a chance to demonstrate this.

From my position on the bottom, I can say that it takes a lot to spank me effectively. I can’t speak for anyone else, but my verbal reactions are probably less useful in determining when I’ve had enough. I yelp early and often. Mostly, I react to sting. I hate it. I know, that means I need to get as much sting as possible. I’m less verbal about thud. Since sting generally comes before thud, lion noise is not too useful.

While I’m on the subject, I’d like to say that time never goes more slowly than during a spanking. Each minute after warmup feels like ten. That’s why the spanking authorities like the DWC stress using a timer to guarantee the minimum duration. According to Mrs. Lion, time slows down for her too. I suspect that is because she is still empathizing with me. As she gets more objective, time will go much more quickly for her. It never will for me.