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I think the weeks are getting longer since I went back to work in the office. Because of all the changes there, work has gotten even more stressful. I don’t want to look for another job, but I may have to, and I’m sure that’s adding to the stress. By Thursday, even Wednesday, I’ve had my fill. By Friday, not even the fact that it’s a half-day of work seems to help. The weekend flies by, and we’re back to Monday again. The other day, I found myself wishing I could have entire days off as Lion does. I know it’s not his choice to have time off work, and I know he worries about ever going back to work. I get a little jealous of his occasionally sleeping for hours after I left. I’d much rather let the dog out 72 times a day than go into the office.

Today, we’re going on a Costco run. The dog needs her medicine, and we’re running low on a few things. As Lion has reminded me, I need to clean up things around here, although I know some of the things on the counter were there because I emptied the dishwasher and didn’t have time to put them away before I left for work. Lion might have put them away in the past, but it’s more difficult for him now. I think that’s another source of stress for me. I do most of the chores around here. I know it can’t be helped, but apparently, being annoyed by it can’t be helped either. So, on a day that should be a day off (when does a weekend ever produce an actual day off for anyone?), we are running to Costco. And the hedge in front of the house has been growing again. Stupid hedge. I hate that thing, but I know it needs to be trimmed. Shut up, hedge! I see you.

I’m hoping I’ll feel less stressed later, and we can try out some spanking. We have the straps to keep Lion’s legs together. Maybe he will be less able to wiggle away. That’s my theory, at least. And we can try different pillow positions to see if we can’t cure the skin wrinkle and open his crack up a bit more so I can get down in there and make his life even more miserable. I know it will hurt when I swat the more sensitive skin, but I still think the money shot is on the sit spots. In either case, his buns will probably be on fire. That usually makes for a hornier Lion.

The problem, of course, is that if I’ve spanked him for our spanking experiment, I can’t very well spank him for our orgasm experiment. I guess I could. I’m not sure it would be a good idea. It probably doesn’t matter. He’ll be spanked and that’s what counts.

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lion head paddle
This lion head paddle is a work of art. If we get it, I will get to enjoy it visually and viscerally. Click here to visit the craftsman’s site.

Every so often, when I’m in a masochistic mood, I go paddle shopping. Usually, it doesn’t result in a purchase. Truth be told, Mrs. Lion has more paddles than she can ever use. Also, spankings in our house are of a disciplinary nature, even when there is no offense to punish. Those spankings are to help Mrs. Lion develop her technique and for me to remember my place. Unlike BDSM-style spankings of yore, they don’t cater to my desire for thud or sting.

Mrs. Lion has settled on her spanking spoon (I think) as her go-to lion-disciplining tool. Its long handle and new golf-club grip suit her needs—more about that in a bit. Anyway, I found a paddle that may not be very suitable for spanking me but is truly a work of art. It’s the lion engraved paddle illustrated here. Its odd shape and rather sharp edges suggest it may not work well for hards swats but could make an interestingly-shaped mark on my bottom. It’s 3/4-inch thick and definitely a bruiser.

I suppose it is odd for me to consider implements designed to punish me as art. I can’t help it. Spanking-as-punishment is relatively new to me. For most of my adult life, it was a very hot BDSM activity. Ok, it still is. Yes, thinking about getting spanked arouses me even though I know that I will absolutely hate it when Mrs. Lion spanks me. I don’t like the pain one bit. Yet, we both know I need it.

Even if you don’t share our interest in spanking, I think you probably agree that the lion paddle is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. Almost all of our paddles are examples of very good craftsmanship. Most are also diabolically painful when applied to my bare bottom.

If paddles can be considered art, can the results they produce also be evaluated in aesthetic terms? Mrs. Lion tries to produce an even, dark shade of red over most of my ass and upper thighs. This is a challenge since I don’t redden easily. It takes work and extensive application of a paddle to get my hindquarters a deep red. I suspect that the spanking spoon isn’t the best tool to develop the base color. When applied with sufficient force, its face is small and is as likely to bruise as reddening. A lighter, larger paddle is probably best for background color.

Those paddles tend to sting a lot. I wouldn’t say I like sting, in case you want to know. Ok, you don’t. Anyway, several minutes with a lighter paddle will produce a nice red. Then, switching to the trusty spanking spoon will result in those marks Mrs. Lion likes and that I will feel for several days. Of course, if she doesn’t care about painting my rear, then the spanking spoon or another heavy paddle will produce the DWC results.

From my reading, it’s clear that the DWC and other domestic discipline advocates don’t care about aesthetics in either the paddle or the look of a spanked bottom. I know that Mrs. Lion has mentioned going for a nice red color. Based on my last punishment, I think she has lost interest in the visual appeal of my ass. She wants it to hurt while she spanks me and for days afterward. I can’t argue with that. I support it. I’m advocating ten-minute minimum spankings. I know how my bottom will look after one of them.

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My small office at work has four desks. It feels tight enough when all of us are in there. Yesterday, we had a trainee as well. There was very little room to maneuver, let alone any privacy to write a post. I’m not sure what I would have written anyway. We didn’t do anything Wednesday night. It was the day after an orgasm. That’s not exactly a horny night for Lion. It may have appeared that I didn’t write anything because my last post asked about normal vs. weird and got many comments. We also got comments on Lion’s posts about the Disciplinary Wives Club. They were reassuring and gave some ideas for other places to look for information. I still feel largely off-balance, but I feel less weird.

I have to say that Lion is all wound up about spanking again. (Has he ever stopped?) He’s advocating for timers and warming up before going all out beating his butt. Is it odd that I think I’ll look forward to the timer going off almost as much as he will? By the way, I thought I was warming him up. I guess not. Apparently, I have a long way to go. [Lion — I hesitate to mention these things because Mrs. Lion sees them as criticism. She warms me up. I was taken by the length of warmup DWC appears to advocate. Their advice has proven good. That’s the only reason I mentioned it.]

As much as I know the only way I’ll ever get better at this is to keep at it, I find myself wanting to do it less and less. Do I really want to get better at bruising Lion’s butt? That’s not something you do to someone you love. Yes. I’m still stuck there. I know many people do seemingly evil things to people they love because the people they love want seemingly evil things done to them. For a long time, I’ve said I don’t have to understand why Lion wants what he wants. I have to do it. Well, sometimes I forget that and try to understand it. Maybe I’m not actually trying to understand why. Maybe I’m trying to understand why I do what Lion wants. It’s a difficult thing to wrap my head around. I think my post about normal and weird was me feeling isolated because of that.

Sooner or later I’ll snap out of it and I’ll stop trying to figure out why. Don’t worry. It’s just a phase.

[Lion — I write about “how.” Mrs. Lion writes about “why.” I don’t think there is a rational why to understand. Our experience and the experience of others who practice domestic discipline demonstrate that it works to make a couple happier. There is not question that the “happier” party is the disciplined spouse, but the disciplining spouse benefits from the smoother emotional waters.]

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When we started our sexual adventures, it was hard to imagine that I would actually be willing to stay locked in a male chastity device for more than a day or two. Mrs. Lion figured I would want out in a few days. That first male chastity device was uncomfortable but bearable. I can’t explain why I didn’t ask Mrs. Lion to stop locking me up. I obviously found it exciting in a nice, kinky way. Over time, wearing a male chastity device became part of me. It only came off for teasing or orgasms and medical procedures.

Looking back, I can see how far we have come. At this point, sex for me is totally controlled by Mrs. Lion. It isn’t something we even think about. I wait until she decides to let me come. More recently, I’ve had trouble getting to the edge, much less ejaculating. Now, the rules changed a bit. I not only have to wait until my lioness wants me to come, if I don’t ejaculate when she wants, I also get punished. So far, I have performed for her. If she makes it more challenging, I’ll either learn or get spanked.

This is a variation on the old “come on command” fantasy. In it, the man is trained to ejaculate when ordered with little or no stimulation. That never worked for us or anyone else we know. This variation is absolutely doable. Mrs. Lion will tell me that I am to have an orgasm tonight. Then she will stimulate me. If I come in a reasonable time, before she tires, then all is well. If I don’t, out comes the paddle for a disciplinary spanking. The reverse is true too. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t tell me I can ejaculate, and I do anyway, I get another visit from the business end of Mrs. Lion’s paddle. It’s like everything else in my life. If I do as I am told, all is well.

The other big change over time is punishment. It’s gone from slightly stinging spankings to almost DWC punishments. Mrs. Lion has steadily increased the severity and length of my spankings. I’m sure that only a couple of years ago, Mrs. Lion wouldn’t recognize the change in her disciplinary style. I applaud her efforts. It seems that the more severely she punishes me, the loving feelings I get for her care and devotion to me. The old DWC saying, “The longer and harder you spank, the more he will love you for it.”

Two years ago, I thought that saying was rubbish; spanking fantasy talk. I was wrong. Damned if it isn’t true for me. I’m not saying that I want more. It’s just that as Mrs. Lion makes the spankings harder and longer, I end up appreciating her more. These two kinks we adopted have made changes in me. I can’t imagine my life being any different.