Things have been quiet here. Mrs. Lion has been a little under the weather and not in the mood for any sexual activity. She wrote that she wanted to spank me two days in a row. I got a yelp-producing spanking the evening before that post. Unfortunately, between writing and dinner that night, her stomach acted up, and the spanking was canceled. Since then, she has had one issue or another that prevented anything more energetic than nice snuggles. There hasn’t been much to write about. Our nutso puppy stole my Sleep Number bed remote. We can’t find it. Fortunately, we have two. Mrs. Lion and I are sharing hers while we wait for a new one to reach us.

Our dog still has bouts of rampaging around and jumping on us. We’ve tried all sorts of techniques without success. Our most recent training device sends a burst of ultrasonic sound, which is supposed to distract the dog and break into the frantic behavior. It works if she’s just doing a casual jump on the bed. It’s useless when she gets crazy. Mrs. Lion thinks we should use a shock collar. We have one that hasn’t been modified for use on me. When she proposed it, I agreed because if it works on me to work on the dog. Speaking of which, she hasn’t had me put it on in months and months. It’s been more than two years since she used it for anything other than playing Zapardy.

I guess I’m feeling a bit nostalgic about that. It was fun in a painful sort of way when she kept that on me and zapped me when she wanted my attention. It certainly is an easy way to call me. It’s also a simple way to correct me for small infractions. I wonder if it will work as well on the dog. I find the idea of being controlled erotic. I suppose that’s what is at the root of my interest in spanking. That concept turns me on.

The biggest problem with long-term domestic discipline and orgasm control is that it becomes routine. Let me be a little more specific. It becomes routine for the disciplinarian. Mrs. Lion develops disciplinary habits that result in spankings and delayed orgasms. Like any habit, it’s just a routine part of life. It’s easy to forget that at my end of the paddle (or chastity device), it’s anything but routine. I don’t think anybody gets in the “habit” of being spanked. Getting a spanking is never routine. It’s always memorable. That’s what makes it useful. However, that’s not true for the spanker. For her, it is something she has to do to support her mate’s continued good behavior. It’s anything but special.

This is also true of one-way sex. Mrs. Lion gives me sexual teasing and eventual release. It doesn’t do anything for her other than the satisfaction of pleasing me. It isn’t special for her. As with spanking, every time she arouses me, it is special. She’s awakening my most primal need. It’s this disparity that is most frustrating for me. There is no way she can tap into my feelings. This is why our communications sometimes break down.

I don’t think that we can do anything about this. From what I can learn, other couples have similar issues. The long-term disciplinary wives have similar problems with their husbands. The only way to avoid too much of a gap is to make some things routine. Our “just because” spankings fill that need. I truly hate them. But I’ve come to see that they are very useful. Each one is an event. Yes, an unpleasant event for me. That doesn’t matter. It’s an opportunity for us to connect. Even though it’s work for Mrs. Lion and miserable discomfort for me, it serves to remind us of our connection to one another. I think that we’re both more aware of each other every time I’m punished. The reason doesn’t matter. On some level, it impacts us both.

Sex is harder. I think that the big connection between partners is that they are providing one another with pleasure. Mrs. Lion gives me pleasure, but I can’t reciprocate. Unlike spanking, which does give value to both of us, one-way sex is work for her and fun for me. I’ve been thinking about this. Is there a way giving me sexual pleasure is a result of something that Mrs. Lion might enjoy? I can’t give her the orgasms that she wants. I can give her orgasms, but she doesn’t enjoy them. Is there anything else I can do that she would like? Probably not. If there is something that she would like, I’ll happily do it with or without a reward.

Discipline is a cause-and-effect activity. I do something that triggers punishment. Mrs. Lion administers it. It’s easy to support. Sex is different. It doesn’t work very well as a reward because I don’t have opportunities to earn them. If I could, then a “good boy” would be rewarded with edging or release. Certainly, that would reinforce the behavior being rewarded. I don’t think Mrs. Lion has many opportunities to single out positive behavior that way.

Too bad. There’s a certain symmetry between stimulating my penis as a reward and bruising my bottom as a punishment. It gives me a kind of good-side, bad-side situation. It would be very challenging to figure out a realistic way to implement this. If we could, it might be fun.

I have so many balls in the air right now, I’m just thankful two of them belong to Lion. I got to play with those balls last night while I slid my fingers around in his ass. I figured my fingers were more intimate than a butt plug and I need to start him off slower than shoving a butt plug in. It was a happy coincidence that his balls were hanging down while I was in the neighborhood. I know I’m weird on so many levels, but I like balls. Many women don’t. And those who do tend not to like dangling balls. I love them. It’s one of my favorite views of Lion. I love watching him bend over to pick something up. Yum!

I play with his balls a lot while I masturbate him. I kiss them, squeeze them, tickle them, yank on them, etc. They are a multipurpose toy, really. And they are a pretty good indicator of when he’s getting very close. His balls tend to pull, shrink, for want of a better word, when he’s about to come. I don’t know the mechanics of it all, but it seems reliable. Once they make their ascent and the skin wrinkles up, he’s almost there. I wonder if there’s a similar indication for women.

Last night was the first step in getting things back to normal. I won’t say we’re fixed yet, but we have to start somewhere. I think tonight I’m going to insist on sucking him. It’s not just for his benefit, although I’m sure he’ll enjoy it. I love having him in my mouth. (See above statement about being weird.) I especially love when he gets hard in my mouth. There’s something powerful about taking a lump of soft skin and transforming it into a super-hard piece of man meat.

I hope I can get him super hard tonight. I haven’t been doing a very good job getting him hard lately. He’s not in a particularly horny place in his wait cycle, although last night he said he was very horny after we stopped. I may start out with some more ass play, but I also want to tie his balls up. I don’t know if I’ll separate them or keep them bound together, but I see some rope around his balls in the near future.

Perhaps I’m overthinking it, but I’m not sure how to tie Lion to the bed while I suck on him. Our restraints are based on his being in bed the normal way. When I suck him, he lays across the bed. It may be as simple as just attaching his hands to one side of the bed and his feet to the other. But a bed isn’t necessarily square so it may not work as well as I hope. We may have to experiment. I don’t think Lion will mind experimenting with bondage.

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post yesterday (“Try Try Again“), I got a “just because” spanking last night. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to learn I wasn’t really in the mood. I’m writing this on Tuesday afternoon, and, like you, I learned in her post that she would spank me again tonight. Yuck. My post (“Words and Music“) yesterday morning upset her. I can understand that. I don’t think she realizes how important activities preceding and following the main event can be.

For example, in a BDSM scene, there is usually negotiation before it starts. This includes a discussion of what’s exciting and what isn’t. Aside from the important transfer of information, it’s also a way of building suspense and anticipation. No matter how often something is done, the fanfare is needed to keep the flames of excitement alive. I don’t think Mrs. Lion realizes how important this is. That’s a little odd since women generally complain that men don’t understand how important foreplay is. They say we are “wham bam thank you ma’am” when it comes to sex. Mrs. Lion accused me of this crime when we were making love. It’s a little odd that she doesn’t understand why I find it so important now.

I’m not saying that she should give me a big buildup when she plans to spank me. After all, that’s punishment. I’m not supposed to enjoy it, and if I anticipate it, the emotion should be dread, not heat. Even when it comes to punishment, some couples have established rituals to help them set the scene. If you were spanked as a child, I’m sure there was a ritual associated with the event. It could be as simple as being sent to your room to wait for your fate. Or to remove clothing and assume the position on your bed. Whatever it was, it served to establish a specific mood.

One of the problems with practicing domestic discipline and male chastity for years and years is that events take on a sort of shorthand. The sense of drama disappears. This isn’t a bad thing, but it does eliminate some of the important emotional components. Foreplay isn’t necessarily about getting our sex organs ready to go. It’s about allowing our emotions to shift gears and prepare for sex. I’m not sure what constitutes foreplay when only one person (me) is getting sexually stimulated. I don’t think it’s as simple as snuggling. I’m not sure what it is. It just seems to me that by the time Mrs. Lion is ready to start going for the gold, I should be humping her hand (or mouth).

I have no idea how this should work. I don’t have any real experience to draw upon. Mrs. Lion has to be the initiator. Since I’m the one receiving sensation, it’s up to her to decide how much I get and when I get it. Maybe the answer is buried on one of the porn sites. There is an awful lot of stuff that is 100% about male stimulation. Knowing how I react, chances are pretty good most foreplay will feature my penis. I don’t have an awful lot of secondary sexual areas on my body. You women are very lucky that way. But my penis and balls offer a reasonably interesting playground, I suppose.

Traditionally, women have been led to believe that men are ready to go anytime. Start rubbing his cock, and he’s on the way. That’s probably true to some extent. The chances that this will work diminish as a couple has been together more and more time. After nearly 20 years, it’s unlikely that approach will have a lot of success. Mrs. Lion has the advantage that I like BDSM play. I like to bottom. So, she can do some things other than massaging my penis to get the action started. I know that she plans on stuffing a butt plug into me tonight. I don’t get all tingly when I think about it, but I’m sure it will have a positive sexual effect on me. At least, I hope it will.

On Sunday, I lifted the nearly 50-pound dog on and off of the grooming table. Then I wrestled a large mini-fridge (oxymoron much?) through the house and lifted it onto a low table. Late yesterday afternoon, I couldn’t figure out why my back suddenly started hurting. It took till I got home and was telling Lion about it for me to realize how much I’d done to make it hurt. We decided I should rest rather than play with him. Of course, this is after I whomped him. I’m sure he’d have appreciated my deciding to take the night off before his buns met my paddles.

It was thirteen days since his previous spanking. He was due, and I’d just read his post for this morning. I was upset and decided it was high time he was swatted. I did, however, take it easy on him. He escaped with pleasantly rosy cheeks rather than his normal red, possibly-bleeding, on-the-way-to-being-bruised cheeks. He was yelping like it was the first time anyone had ever spanked him, and I wasn’t even hitting very hard. Sheesh! It’s a very good thing he wasn’t near me right after I read his post. Although, I was more upset than mad, so he wouldn’t have gotten a very harsh spanking then either.

If I have this right, and Lion can correct me if I don’t, Lion is looking for more involvement in the form of affection and communication. I guess, in my quest to do things “right,” I became too impersonal and maybe a little mechanical. It looked like Lion was just something I did, like a chore. It does take a certain amount of concentration to spank him effectively and even to masturbate him. Am I hitting in the right spot? Is it too hard or too soft? Am I holding him the right way to keep him aroused? Am I going too fast or too slow? Too robotic.

I hope I was more interactive with his spanking. I tried to talk to him more. I asked him to come to the spanking bench, so I could make sure his buns hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to be swatted. When he yelped, I assured him I wasn’t hitting that hard. I know it felt like I was, but I only gave him maybe six harder swats. Even those harder swats weren’t the worst he’s ever gotten.

I was thinking of swatting him again tonight. I don’t have a reason, other than the fact that I don’t think he’s ever been swatted two nights in a row. Perhaps it’s time to break that streak. It’s not like he’s bruised, and it will hurt all that much more. He could even look at it as the second half of the full spanking he didn’t get last night. Obviously, it doesn’t matter how he looks at it. If I need him over the bench for a spanking, he will get into position.

When I’m done with my shower, depending on how Lion’s tummy is doing tonight, I’ll give him some anal attention. I won’t just be impersonally be shoving a butt plug in. He might wind up plugged, but he’ll get some warmup first. Once I’m done with his posterior, I’ll give his anterior some attention. It’s long overdue.