On Fridays, I work half days. At some point in our emails, one of us usually asks about lunch. Sometimes I pick something up. Sometimes we eat what we have in the house. Sometimes we plan to go out together. Yesterday, I was bringing food home. There were a few packages at the door. Once I open the door, there’s usually a psycho dog on the other side. Plus, this time, I had food.

Sometimes I can keep the psycho dog inside while I get the packages in. Not yesterday. She took off out the front door. She hasn’t run far yet, but there’s always that first time. I got the packages in while yelling for her to come in. I heard Lion say something from the bedroom, but I thought he was calling the dog. So I’m yelling and trying to get the dog in. And Lion is saying something. Again, I think he’s calling the dog.

Suddenly, he screams my name. Now I’m stuck between catching the dog and helping Lion with whatever he’s screaming about. I chose Lion. He wanted to say hello. He wondered why I hadn’t come in to say hello. I told him the dog was outside. He wondered why that was a problem. He thought she was out the back door. Why would I care if she was out the back door?

I finally wrangled the dog and got our food on a tray to bring into the bedroom. I asked Lion why he would scream like that just because I hadn’t said hello. He said I always say hello, so he wondered what was going on.

Initially, I was upset because he didn’t think I would say hello if I could. With all my yelling at the dog, couldn’t he surmise there was a problem? Have I ever ignored him like that without having a good reason? I usually even leave groceries on the counter so I can say hello before I put things away. Later on, I was upset because we just had this discussion last week. Why was he yelling from another room? This time he heard me yelling at the dog. He didn’t even sit up in bed. It’s so frustrating.

Lion said his buns were still a little sore last night. I think they’ll be a lot sorer tonight. At least he’ll be yelling for a reason.

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Sex is sometimes difficult for me. It’s a combination of my biological issues and Mrs. Lion’s lack of sexual interest. She tries to give me a good time. Most of the time, she succeeds. I don’t think she realizes that I can tell when her heart isn’t in it. Why should it be? Sex is transactional. It isn’t simple “I’ll do this for you if you do that for me.” It’s a complex dance that involves emotional and physical affection, with the cherry on top being the orgasm.

Very often, the arousal preceding orgasm is the most gratifying part of sex. When both partners are aroused, the excitement builds into a crescendo of orgasmic sex. In a male chastity game, the arousal is usually separated by time. The building excitement for the man is the denial-with-teasing. It’s a fun kind of frustration that prolongs arousal over days, weeks, even months. His partner gets sexual attention when she desires. His frustration pleasantly increases when he brings her to orgasm after orgasm while he is helpless to ejaculate.

For people who enjoy it, like me, this is very hot. Our challenge is that I’m the only one who wants sexual activity. Mrs. Lion isn’t interested. She works hard to provide me with sex. I appreciate her efforts. There is a problem with this. Sex for me occurs after we get into bed. At some point after her shower, she will snuggle and tease me. That’s not the problem. This is episodic. It is a single event that happens every few days. There is nothing in between.

If both of us wanted sex, there would be sexual touching, kissing, and even fucking at odd times. Sex would be integrated into our lives. Now, it is an event, a chore, that Mrs. Lion performs when she thinks I want sex. She makes me wait for an orgasm, and most of the sex sessions end in me being aroused and unsatisfied. That little window between 9 and 9:15 is when I’m aroused.

I can’t complain. It’s fun, and I look forward to it. But it isn’t sex in the fuller sense of the word. Sex is a way of showing love. I don’t think it is a service delivered after dinner, and the chores are done. If Mrs. Lion enjoyed arousal, there would be many times when we are together when we would turn one another on. It’s a fun way to show affection.

We rarely kiss or hug. Mrs. Lion only touches my penis during those sessions. It isn’t that we don’t love one another. We do. We love each other more than anything in the world.  Affection and arousal have faded away. I miss the kissing and touching. One reason it’s hard for me to reliably get aroused during my sex sessions is the isolation I feel. I’m naked almost always, yet Mrs. Lion never touches my cock unless it is a sex session.

It makes me feel that sex is a chore for her. She used to love getting me hard. We used to kiss all the time sexually. Sex was something we shared. We loved it. It was an important way that we connected. It’s true that I can’t get hard in an instant. But I can respond to attention. I’m sad that I can’t make Mrs. Lion wet at odd times during the day. I’m sadder that even though she provides me with sexual service, it feels more like a service than a joy.

I still respond and will eventually ejaculate. I no longer anticipate those moments. I’m happy that she cares enough, and I would get grumpy if she ignored me. It just isn’t the same. In a way, it’s a little like getting socks for your birthday. You need them, and they feel great to wear, but they aren’t exciting. I think that’s why it’s hard for me to get very aroused and reach the edge. Teasing is much more fun if it is stretched out over hours instead of a few minutes.

This might be too much to ask. I always had trouble initiating sex. Now that I’m in a situation where initiation is out of place, I have to rely on Mrs. Lion to initiate stimulating me. She has always had trouble with this. It’s a perfect storm. I have no idea how to fix this. I think we need to work this out.

Lion’s birthday was thirteen days ago. I ordered him a few things. One got here on time. I ordered the other late so I knew it wouldn’t be here on time. I did not foresee it getting stalled out in Oregon. The package didn’t move for days. Fedex stills shows it sitting in Oregon. The company sent another shipment. It was supposed to be shipped out Monday to get here Wednesday. It actually shipped Tuesday to get here Thursday. As of yesterday, it was still in Oregon. I imagined both boxes sitting somewhere together, silently mocking me. If it didn’t make it by today, I’d get a refund. It wouldn’t make sense to get another shipment. All three would be stuck in Oregon.

Luckily, it was delivered a few minutes ago. I was worried it didn’t survive. It was frozen and the delay might have allowed it to thaw. I was very pleasantly surprised that it was still solidly frozen. Lion has four Uno’s deep dish pizzas to enjoy. He loves deep dish pizza. I wish I’d ordered it earlier so he could have had it on his birthday. It wouldn’t have been a birthday cake, but birthday pizza might have sufficed.

I’ve had a stuffy nose for days. I can’t decide if it’s just a sinus issue or if it’s a cold starting. It’s been so long since I’ve had a cold, is it possible I’ve forgotten how it feels? Of course, it’s in the back of my mind that it could be COVID. I really doubt it is, but who knows. How many people who’ve gotten COVID thought they had COVID at first? We’ve been triple vaccinated. Odds are, it’s just sinusitis. It’s annoying nonetheless.

I’ve also been tired lately. Neither of those things is conducive to sexual activity. When I moved over to snuggle with Lion, I fell asleep playing with my weenie. That can’t feel good for him. I mean, obviously it felt good to a point while I was playing with him. But when I fell asleep he must have felt boring. He’s not. I’m the boring one. I excite him less and less as his wait goes on. Although, I did manage to get him excited while I was cleaning him up after waxing him.

This weekend I’m going to figure out how to excite him no matter what stage of his wait he’s in. I have no idea how to do it but there must be a way.

Mrs. Lion’s spanking has evolved. My bottom on the left was after a 2020 spanking. The right is one this year.

I know that some of our readers think that our disciplinary relationship is cruel and that Mrs. Lion’s spankings are too severe. It might appear that way to someone who started reading our blog in the recent past. That’s the trouble with an online journal. I think it might be helpful to provide a little history about how we started practicing domestic discipline.

The genesis was shortly after I met Mrs. Lion. I told her that I like BDSM in general and spanking in particular. She reluctantly agreed to give it a try. Mrs. Lion is amazing about being willing to try new things. My first spanking was a short series of little taps that I barely felt. Over the years, she learned to give me a spanking that made me yelp. She did this in the context of a BDSM scene. It was very hot.

A few years ago, I suggested that Mrs. Lion could spank me for breaking the rules. After some thought, she gave me a few simple rules that I was sure to break frequently. The idea was for us to get practice with rules and punishments. We’ve kept it up. Over the years, she’s experimented with spanking techniques and tools. We’ve both learned that for a spanking to be effective, it has to be severe and last for at least ten minutes. The DWC suggests ten minutes for the first offense and five minutes added on for additional offenses. Mrs. Lion has adopted this system. She spanks me well past when the timer goes off.

The spanking leaves marks on me that last for several days. I’ve published pictures that Mrs. Lion took right after spanking me. These images have drawn some strong negative comments that accuse her of abusing me. I’m not abused. I’m disciplined. No, that isn’t splitting hairs. I consent to be punished by my lioness. I recognize that I don’t like or want to be punished, but the results improve our marriage. Mrs. Lion has never injured me. Spanking is a safe way of inflicting meaningful pain. That’s why it is the world’s most popular punishment.

I decided to write this post because the spanking I received on Wednesday night created a question from Mrs. Lion. She had just yelled at the dog and put her in her crate. Her swats were harder than usual. At one point, I was close to my safeword. I told her that she was hitting too hard. She backed off a little and then when back to the original intensity. It was a fifteen-minute spanking, and I hated every second of it. She stopped just a minute short of the full fifteen.

I was fine after the spanking. When the adrenaline wore off, my bottom hurt. Yes, it was supposed to. I felt it when I lay on my side to go to sleep. In an email on Thursday, she wrote, “Do you really think I was hitting too hard last night?”

I thought about that for a while. I wrote back, “Well, it was hard to take. Perhaps a little more warmup or practice?”

On further reflection, I realized that it wasn’t too hard at all. It was supposed to be hard to take. Mrs. Lion just pushed my limit a little. She should hit me that hard with less warmup. She was right. Wednesday night was a true punishment spanking. I reacted the way I should. I’m not supposed to decide how hard she should hit. She did exactly the right thing. I imagine that future spankings will be equally unpleasant. After all, I’m not supposed to like them.