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In: Sex, Punishment
Lion is tied to the bed with nice decorations pinching his balls. Click image to view larger.

Lion sent me an email this morning with the subject line “Tiesday 🙂 September 14”. I saw Tiesday and figured it was a typo. “U” and “I” are next to each other on the keyboard. He’s made other typos along the way. I’m sure we both have. I missed the smiley after Tiesday until just now.

In the back of my mind, I wondered if it wasn’t a typo. If it was one, it was very fortuitous. Ties made me think of tying him up. That was his intention. I’m not sure if his intention extended to creating an actual bondage day like we have punishment days. That’s where my mind went. It might be a good idea.

The purpose of punishment days was, in part, to have another rule. If he fails to remind me of punishment days, he gets punished. It was another easy rule for him to follow or break. Just as he seldom spills food anymore, he rarely forgets punishment days. The only thing he reliably forgets is the damn coffee pot.

I’m not suggesting Tiesday be a punishable offense. I’m suggesting it be a bondage day. I don’t normally tie him up. I don’t normally do anything to him except try to get him hard to edge him. I know he misses the BDSM aspects of our life. Tiesday would be a good “excuse” to tie him up. Again, I’m not sure this is what he had in mind. I am sure he won’t argue with a day devoted to bondage.

[Lion — I didn’t have anything that sweeping in mind. I just wanted to remind Mrs. Lion that she bought new restraints. I like her idea a lot!]

Once again, he’s a lucky Lion.

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In: Domestic discipline, Spanking

I am supposed to get “just because” spankings twice a week. At least, that was Mrs. Lion’s plan. Fortunately for me, it hasn’t worked out that way. I get less, and the ones I do get are usually for a reason. I’m not complaining. I’m also not suggesting that Mrs. Lion sticks to her planned twice-a-week spanking plan. Given that I’m sore for days after a spanking, that might be a bit too much. That’s not my point.

Two of the three last “just because” spankings turned out to be punishment for offenses Mrs. Lion caught me committing. That’s what got me thinking. Maybe the key to keeping me regularly reminded of my role isn’t spanking me “just because.” Perhaps a better idea is for Mrs. Lion to find reasons to spank me.

I’m not the only lion in this house who needs training. Mrs. Lion wants to sharpen her claws and punish me for annoying her. What if she has to find a reason to spank me at least once a week? We both agree that we both “forget” our disciplinary relationship if I am not spanked fairly often. Up till now, the focus has been on me. I need regular spankings to keep emotionally and sexually balanced. That’s true. To make sure this need is met, we established the “just because” spankings. These are scheduled events and have nothing to do with Mrs. Lion discovering me breaking a rule.

That’s the problem. I’m getting what I need, but Mrs. Lion isn’t. Yes, she is getting more opportunities to hone her spanking skills, but she isn’t sharpening her ability to catch and punish subjective offenses. Just as we learned to incorporate discipline in our marriage by making and enforcing rules I was bound to break, it’s time to do the same thing for more subjective offenses.

I’m proposing that Mrs. Lion agrees to find at least one spankable offense a week. It can be anything she wants. The offense isn’t important. What matters is that she observes something she doesn’t like and punishes me for it. Since the requirement is that she finds a reason to spank me, the reason itself isn’t that important. What counts is that she is learning to observe and punish things that aren’t explicit rules. It should be fairly easy for her since she knows I need regular paddling.

I guess that I will end up on the receiving end of a paddle more than once a week. That’s fine since Mrs. Lion said I need more frequent time on the spanking bench. We’ve learned the value of consistency. This plan may be the way for Mrs. Lion to learn to punish subjective offenses consistently. If she agrees to this, I expect it will hurt to sit almost all the time. That’s fine with me.

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In: Sex

In a post the other day, Lion put in a birthday request. He would like to be ridden. In addition, he’d like me to be turned on and have an orgasm while I do it. That may be a tall order. I mean, I’m absolutely willing to ride him. I love feeling him inside me. My being turned on and having an orgasm is a tall order. I can make no promises. Aside from that, I think it’s a wonderful idea.

For the record, the biggest reason we don’t have vaginal sex is, in the past, when I’ve suggested it, Lion said I don’t have to do it. Of course, I don’t. I don’t have to jerk him off or suck him. I don’t have to go to work. I don’t have to eat. There are many things I don’t have to do. I work because I want to eat. I jerk him off and suck him because I like to do it. One reason not to ride him is that I can’t really edge him that way. I don’t have much control, so every time I ride him, he’d expect an orgasm. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I don’t have a problem with him knowing in that particular case. I’d rather he not know when I’m jerking him off or sucking him.

As long as Lion is ready for action, he can have his birthday Lion ride and orgasm. He’s got a little less than a month to anticipate it. Of course, nothing is stopping me from riding him between now and then. And I really don’t have to give him an orgasm while I ride him. I could get him all hot and bothered and stop. I can’t reliably edge him. Does that make him a poor Lion or a lucky Lion?

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In: Edging

I had a fun Saturday night. Maybe Mrs. Lion did too. She began by using her hand on my penis. It felt very good. She did this for a little while. I stayed hard and was very interested. Oh yeah! Then she said, “I miss sucking you.”

Being a generous guy, I said, “You can do that anytime you want.”

“We’re doing the handjob experiment.”

“I’m fine with you doing something else.” See, I told you I’m generous.

Mrs. Lion got up and moved to the other side of the bed. I didn’t need an engraved invitation to turn around so that my body was across the bed. Then, she began sucking my cock.

It felt very good. Lately, I can’t tell if my excitement will peak or if it will stay at a pleasant plateau. After a while, I felt myself winding up for the pitch. Oh yeah, the volcano was getting ready to erupt. Mrs. Lion knew too. Just when I felt ready to explode, Mrs. Lion stopped. She waited a few seconds and sucked some more. She got me to the edge several times.  Then, she said, “Are you broken?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

I stayed hard but didn’t feel an eruption brewing. I guess she broke me. I told her that I wasn’t going to get anywhere. She stopped. It was the most fun I had in ages. I want to say that I am back and that it will be easy to edge me going forward. Experience has taught me that I am unpredictable. If she tries again tonight (Sunday), I may be “stuck” again. On the other hand, maybe I won’t. It’s a crapshoot.