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As I said, the dog trainer was here on Wednesday. In addition, our microwave quit–we depend on our microwave quite a bit. Lion decided we needed to replace it immediately, so he ordered one online for pickup that night. As soon as I was done with work, I went to get the microwave and pick up dinner. I decided the new rules for the dog would start the next day.

Thursday, I started changing things for the dog. I was working, but the way she’s fed and other commands were relatively simple to do. We (read that as “I”) have to clean up her toys, put them away and only bring one out to play with her. That toy is put away after we’re done playing. Lion and I think this is too strict. We decided to leave one or two toys out for her all the time. Otherwise, she’ll go after our shoes. Again, I was working. Lion asked if I could do the crate training after work, and I agreed.

This morning, the dog was bringing toy after toy to me so we could play. Lion said he thought I had put the toys away. I said I was working and hadn’t done it yet. To which he said, “It won’t work if you don’t put her toys away. What were you thinking?” Excuse me? What was I thinking? I told him I thought I was working and then crate training her. When did I have time to put the toys away? Ironically, Lion says he’s less dependent on me for day-to-day help. I think I’m still doing most things. But, apparently, I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Also, ironically, I should be working right now, but I’m trying to get this down while it’s still fresh in my mind. I’m annoyed. What was I thinking? Right now, I’m thinking Lion just earned himself another spanking.

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As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday (“Zapped and Spanked“), the puppy and working from home have been a strain. We hired a very expensive professional dog trainer to help us train the savage (just kidding!) beast. I’m the only savage beast here. The dog is a very sweet golden retriever puppy. She has her wild moments. They are happening less and less often. If we follow the directions of the trainer, the pup will turn out to be wonderfully trained. She’s smart and not stubborn. We need the training, not so much the dog.

I think that ultimately the dog training will benefit Mrs. Lion in her handling of me. The trainer is reinforcing the need for consistency and frequent demonstrations of domiance. Dogs and lions aren’t that different. It’s been suggested that training me is an added stressor for Mrs. Lion. I initially agreed with that and considered suggesting that she discontinue her lion management until things settled down here.

After thinking carefully about making that suggestion I realized that might make things worse. We are in a very good place right now. Mrs. Lion is getting satisfaction out of spanking me. She likes catching me breaking rules. The remaining problem for her is deciding what rules she should make. It’s hard for her to growl at me if I interrupt her. She realizes that conversational annoyances are not as simple to diagnose as other rules. That doesn’t mean things aren’t getting better. It took her a while to consider, but she decided that I had interrupted her twice last weekend. My Tuesday spanking was punishment for those offenses.

At the same time, I realized that being spanked increased my libido (“Wood Viagra“). That gives Mrs. Lion further incentive to use her paddles more frequently. In the past this might have caused her more stress. It’s taken her quite a while to decide that spanking me isn’t a bad thing for her to do. Once the taboo-breaking worry was gone, she focused on her technique and has become a world-class spanker. Lucky me. She prides herself on her ability to effectively punish me. That reduces her stress. She is successful in her role as disciplinary wife. We both agree that domestic discipline is valuable in our marriage.

Now that the puppy is settling down and Mrs. Lion gets accustomed to our dog training routine, her stress level will go down. I’m less dependent on her for day-to-day help. We’ve begun to adapt to my limitations. I think that helps too.

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Lion wearing his shock collar for Zapardy.

Our puppy is a lot of work. Puppies generally are, but this one is a lot more than most. We have to teach her not to be afraid of going into her crate. I have to clean up all her toys and only allow her one or two at a time. She has to be tethered to one of us at all times, so she learns who’s in charge. It sounds like she’s grounded and can’t go out to play until she learns not to break curfew. Of course, this is a big change for us too, but we’re spending a lot of money to have our lives turned upside down, so we better do what we’re told.

[Lion — To be fair, the reason for all this fuss isn’t that the dog is being difficult. We hired a professional dog trainer to help us. All the toy removal and tethering is part of the training boot camp she needs. We haven’t started that yet. Until next Wednesday, we will be helping her learn to accept her crate and our authority. She is doing very well. We are both impressed with her changed behavior.]

I won’t say working from home is more distracting than being in the office. I think there are different kinds of distractions, and I have to learn to ignore them like I learned to ignore distractions at work. However, none of my coworkers nudged my arm for me to pet them. The biggest problem is that I have a backlog of work, and there’s no one to help me. That would have been true no matter where my desk happens to be, but it is pretty stressful. Perhaps training the dog when I have a lot to do at work was a bad idea, but we had to do something with her.

I didn’t write a post yesterday because the dog trainer was here, and that just sucked even more time away from my day. What I would have told you is that not only did Lion get his buns whomped Tuesday night, but he also got his balls zapped. We played Zapardy. It’s been such a long time since we played, I forgot how few zaps he can get. If he doesn’t answer a question correctly, he gets a shock. The problem is that he has the option to skip answering questions he’s not sure about. It’s conceivable that he could escape the entire game without getting zapped. While it is fair, I don’t think it really follows the spirit of the game. I’ll have to fiddle with the rules to ensure he gets the shocks he needs. More correctly, the shocks I need him to get.

His spanking was a success. He was yelping, but he managed to stay still. One of his straps started to slide down and almost went down his legs. That’s what happens when you have no butt to keep it up. It’s also why his pants fall down without suspenders. As much as he hates them, he either has to have butt augmentation surgery or wear suspenders. A Kardashian, he is not.

When I played with my weenie last night, Lion didn’t seem interested. As a matter of fact, he fell asleep. I can take a hint. I stayed snuggled close, so I didn’t wake him, but I gave up trying to arouse him. We’ll try again tonight, hopefully with better results. I know he thinks he’s horny, and he may very well be, but that doesn’t necessarily translate to an erection. It’s a good thing I like to keep trying.

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spanked man wkth erection

Tuesday, Mrs. Lion dragged out her spanking bench. She probably thinks it’s mine because I’m the one who rides it. She proceeded to give me a ten minute spanking that I am feeling now. She says it should be more painful today. I can feel it! Isn’t that enough!

When I woke up yesterday (Wednesday) morning, I had a full erection. It was standing at attention. A lot of men wake up that way. I usually don’t. There it was sticking straight up, reaching for the sky. It was only four days since my last orgasm. I have to reluctantly conclude that being spanked the night before had something to do with it.

For the record, I don’t get hard when invited to ride the spanking bench. I wasn’t a happy camper when Mrs. Lion dragged it in. I was enjoying the long respite from yowling for ten minutes. I have a love/hate relationship with spanking. It turns me on to think about getting my bottom paddled. I absolutely hate it when it is. Mrs. Lion said that she is sure a beating recharges my sexual energy. She believes her paddles are a wooden form of Viagra.

I agreed that I do have sexual thoughts about spanking. I didn’t think that a ten-minute spanking would turn me on. Our experience is that if my lioness tries to turn me on after a spanking, she is often unsuccessful. Based on my recent experience, the wooden boner pill may take about eight hours to work. It isn’t clear how long the “treatment” lasts. The answer is most likely less time than I want.

After she finished beating me, Mrs. Lion took a shower. When she came back to bed, we held hands. I felt especially close to her. I asked if she shared my feeling, and she agreed. Uh oh. Beating me not only appears to fuel my sex drive, but it also makes both of us feel closer.

The evidence is circumstantial. Maybe I am horny because of hormones. Maybe we felt closer because the moon was in the right phase. There are lots of possibilities other than spanking me. Right? All we know right now is that my interest in sex was fairly low before I was spanked. I didn’t have any erections. After the spanking, my interest was much greater. Coincidence?

Maybe. Hopefully?

I have mixed feelings about the possibility that spanking is a sexual aid for me. If it’s true, keeping me hot and horny is as easy as giving me another wood viagra. That’s good. The pain isn’t so good. Right? Mixed feelings.

OK, let’s say that I need another wood Viagra every x days. Spanking for no reason is less effective than doing it for punishment. That suggests I need more rules to break. Or, perhaps Mrs. Lion has to turn up her sensitivity to how I affect her. Regardless of the reason, I seem destined to frequent rides on my spanking bench. Ouch!