As promised, Lion got his butt whomped last night. When I started, he asked if I was going to use the new paddle. I wasn’t. But I went to get it. I don’t know how anyone else spanks, but I tend to use one paddle at a time. For play, I’ve used different ones, but it seemed distracting. Maybe because I don’t feel each one, I can never remember (no matter how many times I ask) which ones produce sting and which ones produce thud. Lion will probably add a comment here clarifying the difference, and it still won’t sink into my hard head.

Lion’s spanked butt after last night’s punishment. [Lion — I think less “real estate” was covered by the leather paddle. The center of my butt was virtually untouched.]

[Lion — The new leather paddle is more sting than thud. It’s probably good for warmup. The spanking spoon that Mrs. Lion added later is much more painful. Much as it (literally) pains me to say it, the leather paddle wasted her time. The spoon is the most effective punishment device.]

I think he said the new leather paddle is the stingy type. I started with it and went slow to warm him up. After a while, he asked if the paddle was making him red. I had to look. We use lamps on our nightstands, and sometimes it feels like there’s no light at all. His butt was red. When I’d been whomping hard for a bit, I changed to the spoon-shaped paddle. Lion had pissed me off. I was going to make him feel it. As soon as I hit a few times, I saw a few blood spots. I changed back to the leather paddle. Less blood, but it had started, so it got a little messy. I stuck with the leather paddle for the most part. I didn’t want so much blood, and he seemed to hate it when I swatted hard with the leather one, so I was fine with using it. [Lion — When she used a lot of force, the leather one really hurt. The spoon was worse, but ten minutes with the leather one is nothing I want.]

The thing is, once he starts to bleed, it’s very difficult to tell what is red from spanking and what is blood transfer. Once I saw that he was bleeding more than I wanted, I stopped the timer and got a washcloth. He had blood running from two spots. It wasn’t a lot of blood. As soon as I wiped it off, it didn’t bleed anymore. When I took a picture of his butt, he said I really wrecked him. I don’t think it looked any worse than other times I’ve spanked him.

A few hours later, I asked how his buns were. He said they hurt. Good. Then he asked how I felt. I wasn’t sure what he was asking. He wondered if it felt different now that I was spanking him for something that mattered. I don’t really think about how I feel when I spank him. I’m concentrating on hitting him in the right area. I’m watching his reaction to know if I should let up a bit, keep going or hit harder. Any time I ask him if he’s sorry or whatever other dialog, it’s just part of the “act.” If anything, I guess I’m glad I finally punished him for annoying me. Will I do it again? I can’t say I’ll do it consistently yet, but it’s a start. Will he do it again? I have no doubt. We’re both still learning.

Day 13 (spanking) and day 8 (orgasm) went by with no activity. It wasn’t because Mrs. Lion was lazy. We had errands to run. We went to Costco. While Mrs. Lion picked up needed stuff, I got fitted for a pair of computer glasses. We finished almost at the same time. We went through the Burger King drive-through and ate dinner in our car. After that, we picked up prescriptions and some food at Safeway.

It was good to get out of the house. I had been cooped up, naked, of course, for over two weeks. If I am chilly, I sometimes wear a t-shirt, but that’s it. This has been the case since we started living together over fifteen years ago. It saves on laundry and provides a continuous reminder of who is in charge. After all these years, we don’t need much reminding. At least you would think we don’t. I think we do.

The nudity started as both a reminder and a convenience. The reminder was that I am the bottom here. The convenience is that my butt is always exposed and available for correction as needed. This sounds good in theory, but Mrs. Lion doesn’t follow me around with a paddle. Spankings are events we both prepare for. Still, the clear symbolism is there. It takes no energy for her to observe and make sure I keep those clothes off.

Time isn’t a friend when it comes to an ongoing BDSM/male chastity/domestic discipline relationship. Once the novelty wears off, supporting these things can become background noise for Mrs. Lion. Topping me and enforcing behavioral rules is an energy drain. It isn’t fun for her any more than setting up the coffee pot is for me. It was my hope we could avoid this pitfall by developing habits that make our power exchange a part of our lives that goes on without much thinking.

Sure, spanking me takes energy. Getting spanked is very painful and unpleasant. That’s obvious. In a home that practices corporal punishment for kids, spanking is a natural incentive for good behavior. The parents have a lifelong association going back to their childhoods that naughty behavior is punished promptly with a spanking. Since neither of us comes from that background, I knew it would be an uphill fight to impart these habits in us. Mrs. Lion has done a very good job with this. Her challenge isn’t spanking me. It’s allowing herself to punish me for pissing her off. She says she doesn’t want to be unfair and spank me when her feelings aren’t entirely my fault.

I understand her reluctance. As I see it, two factors probably get in her way: The first is that she doesn’t want to punish me while she is angry. She worries she might be too harsh. The second derives from the first. Once she cools off, I think she rationalizes away her need to punish me. She seems to lose her taste for blaming me as time goes by. She has said this in different words.

I have a suggestion. Since we are home so much of our time together, perhaps Mrs. Lion can strike while the iron is hot. If she feels the need to growl at me, I suggest she use that as a signal to get out a paddle and use it. Yes, she will be angry. I don’t think that is a risk for me. She is a rational, loving woman. She won’t lose control of herself. I may end up with more bruises, but we know that is not a bad thing. Over the years, we have both learned that more severe spankings yield better learning on my part.

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There’s a running joke in my family about a vacation to Michigan. I have no idea how old I was, but apparently somewhere along the line I said, “When are we ever going to get to Michigan?” I probably only said it once, but that didn’t stop my family from harping on it. Movies and television have found similar humor in “Are we there yet?” Another joke comes from someone asking for something and being told “not yet”, to which they, non-stop, ask “How about now?”

I bring this up today because Lion told me he’d put a post in. I said I’d read it when I got home. No problem. He was on the phone when I walked in the door so I settled in to read his post. Mid way through, he got off the phone and announced he was hungry. I stopped reading to get lunch. Just after lunch, (we were watching TV) he asked if I read his post. I told him what happened. I was playing a game on my iPad when he asked again. Good freaking grief! I went to my computer to read it. Ironically, it’s about punishment.

Unbeknownst to Lion, I’d decided tonight would be a just because spanking. I think I’ve only really played with him once since his last orgasm. The first few days are his recovery period. Since then he’s been tired or not interested. I sucked him one night. He didn’t feel like doing anything Wednesday night. Thursday, we went to Costco and ran other errands. I thought a spanking might help us get centered again. Between waiting for him to go to Costco and today’s “did you read it yet?”, I’m changing it to a punishment spanking.

Obviously, nothing really changes. A just because spanking is no different from a punishment spanking in severity. I assume the difference is the mindset behind it for both of us. Lion knows he did something wrong and now he can anticipate it. I feel like I’m doing something about his annoying me. Win-win, although I’m not sure Lion agrees with that assessment. However, he’s not really in any position to argue. At least he won’t be later.

This timer costs less than $10. I think the red area showing time left is particularly meaningful.

A couple of months ago, I added an orgasm timer to the information on the right side of our pages. It records the number of days since my last ejaculation. I have no idea if anyone cares, but since this blog tracks my male chastity experiences, I figured it makes sense to provide this data. We also write about our domestic discipline experiences. I’ve been thinking about adding a spanking timer too. It would record the number of days since my last spanking.

If I only get spanked for breaking the rules or annoying Mrs. Lion, the timer would record how long I’ve been a good boy. I’m not sure that is entirely sensible. That’s because I get “just because” spankings if I’ve managed to be good for too long. We need reminders that we are in a disciplinary relationship. The longer I go without breaking a rule, the less likely it gets that Mrs. Lion will observe and punish an infraction. To cure this and to make up for things I might have done and not been caught doing, every so often, Mrs. Lion gives me a “just because” spanking.” She decides when I need one. Since she sometimes forgets how long it’s been, the timer on our page might help her. I guess that decides it! The timer is now on the site!

Speaking of timers, we’ve learned that the Disciplinary Wives Club’s advice of using a timer to assure a spanking isn’t less severe than it should be is excellent advice. The DWC suggests a minimum of ten minutes for a spanking. If more than one offense is being punished, five minutes should be added for each offense. A timer should be used. When the time is up, it doesn’t mean the spanking will end. It means it can end any time after the timer sounds.

Mrs. Lion has adopted this practice. It’s dramatically increased my suffering. Ten minutes is a very long time if your bottom is being paddled. It assures that Mrs. Lion has enough time to make me regret my sin. I had one fifteen-minute spanking. I don’t want another! Speaking of timers, we have Amazon Echo devices in our bedroom. Mrs. Lion sets a timer by saying, “Alexa, set a ten-minute spanking timer.” She replies, “Spanking timer, ten minutes starting now.” Mrs. Lion then begins punishing me. If you don’t have an Echo device, you can get an inexpensive timer from Amazon. You can find it here. There is nothing worse than hearing the timer finally go off, and Mrs. Lion continues her punishment. I was waiting for that timer to go off. It felt like hours before it sounded. Then, Mrs. Lion ignores it and keeps spanking. Poor lion!

I’ve learned that a ten-minute-plus timed spanking is incredibly effective as a punishment. I feel it for at least three days. Sitting isn’t comfortable. So far, Mrs. Lion hasn’t punished me a day or two after a spanking. She won’t hesitate if I earn another. She has said that she might not spank me in that situation and instead do something else I won’t like. Here comes a stupid lion suggestion: If I’m dumb enough to get in trouble so soon after a spanking, a second one is probably the most effective teaching tool. I don’t think anything else is as unpleasant.

I like the idea of the two timers. I want the number on the “time since my last orgasm” timer to be as small as possible. I want the number on the spanking timer to keep getting larger. You can watch them both and see how I am doing. I will also note the reason for my last spanking. I expect the spanking timer will go to zero very soon. Poor lion!