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I got into trouble. On Sunday, I spilled some soup on my t-shirt. I also forgot to set up the coffee pot for Monday morning. Both are clear, enforced rules. I also interrupted Mrs. Lion. She pointed that out to me. After I spilled on my shirt on Sunday night, she told me that she was planning a “just because” spanking anyway. So, I was in for a paddling regardless. On Monday, I asked if my spanking would be fifteen minutes instead of ten. That’s the DWC prescription for two offenses: add five minutes for each additional offense. Mrs. Lion commented that fifteen minutes is a long time. I agree. If you figure about 70-swats-per-minute (a conservative estimate for Mrs. Lion), and you add some rest periods for her, I figure I will get at least 900 swats. That’s a lot. I won’t be counting.

Apparently, the interruption offense is going unpunished. I’m not looking for more. I’ve felt, and you’ve seen what my bottom looks like after a ten-minute (actually longer because Mrs. Lion doesn’t stop just because the timer goes off) spanking. It will be much worse after the additional five minutes. I doubt she will add another five minutes for interrupting her. She has other tools to punish me. It is important that she punishes me for interrupting, which is much more serious than getting a little food on my shirt.

This level of punishment may seem cruel and way out of line by some people who read our blog. What we do now is the latest in a long evolution. I have always been turned on thinking about being spanked. Over fifteen years ago, I told Mrs. Lion that I would like to be spanked. She agreed. In the beginning, I barely felt her swats. She didn’t want to hurt me. I think most women would start this way. It isn’t natural to painfully spank your mate.

I wanted to feel it more. Over more than a decade, Mrs. Lion gradually swatted harder with her hand and with various paddles. We kept communicating about what we were doing. It’s been challenging for her. I recently read an old letter to the Disciplinary Wives Club that described a DWC spanking in detail. I told Mrs. Lion about it and posted it here as well. It went into detail about adult punishment spanking. The key takeaways were that the duration of the spanking is critical. The minimum DWC spanking is ten minutes. The next point was that there is a long warmup. That’s less painful swats for two or three minutes. They aren’t painless but much easier to handle. After that, the force ramps up and keeps increasing. The only breaks are when the spanker needs to rest for a few seconds. No consideration is given to the disciplined male.

The spanking doesn’t end before the timer goes off. It usually continues well beyond the timed period. Ten minutes feels like forever when Mrs. Lion is swatting my bottom. When she continued after the timer went off, I couldn’t believe it. Those were the worst swats. I think that spanking me becomes a bit easier when doing a DWC spanking. Mrs. Lion has to focus on being able to deliver a lot of swats that are hard work. She has less time to worry about hurting me. I’m proud of Mrs. Lion. I hate her DWC spankings. I’m supposed to. When I realized I had a second offense and it would add at least five more minutes to my punishment, I was genuinely frightened. That’s exactly how I should feel.

If you haven’t been in a disciplinary relationship, this can feel extreme. However, if you both want to move in this direction, patiently evolve the way we did. It works. We had a great marriage before we added discipline. I am convinced our disciplinary marriage has improved a good thing. The reason is that Mrs. Lion would never let me know if I did something that upset her. If she got angry, she would withdraw and not want to talk to me. I felt rejected. She felt angry. Now, we are learning to use the paddle as a way for her to express her feelings and teach me to avoid doing what annoyed her.

It isn’t magic. Mrs. Lion has yet to consistently tell me, much less punish me, for annoying her. She’s getting closer. I am trying to encourage her. It isn’t because I want more punishment. It’s because I want to change and be a better husband. I’ve learned that things work better if I’m punished for breaking a rule.

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In: Punishment, Spanking

Lion’s backside wasn’t as furry as I’d feared. I thought it would take forever to wax him. I was surprised at how much hair was in his crack, but that’s really the only bad spot. It took longer to prepare his skin than it actually did to wax him. That’s the good news.

The bad news is that Lion spilled food on his shirt and was looking at punishment. I suppose it was more good news for him that I was too sore to swat him last night. This morning I saw that he hadn’t managed to sneak out without my noticing to set up the coffee pot. More bad news. Or is it? If I had punished him last night, then I would be whomping on already sore buns tonight. I guess he could look at it as good news that I’m “only” adding five more minutes to tonight’s spankfest. Lucky him. I know he’s not looking forward to any punishment, and more is definitely not better.

Lion wanted to have more touchy-feely action earlier yesterday. He says we never touch except for sex. Not true, but okay. After he was waxed and showered, I waited for him in the bedroom. He went off to do something quickly on his computer and said he’d be right back. Not true, but okay. When I finally decided to get up and do the garbage, Lion said he’d be right in. I did the garbage, and he still hadn’t come in. So I waited. Eventually, he showed up and said he didn’t know I was done. I think he wasn’t paying attention. And what happened to the one quick thing he needed to do? Apparently, that morphed into other things. He explained he’s been trying to move files from one place to another. Okay. Don’t care. He wanted touchy-feely action, so he should have been in the bedroom.

Anyway, he finally got into the bedroom and, of course, the TV went on. But once it was clear that he was getting his touchy-feely time, he muted it. I hadn’t really decided if I wanted him to have an orgasm or not. It usually depends on how far we get. However, I need to tell him at some point, so he knows if he’ll get punished for not having an orgasm when I want it or having one when I don’t want it. So, when things were getting hot and heavy, I stopped. He was panting. He was pretty close. Good. I said I guessed he wanted an orgasm. He said it was up to me. Of course, it is. I went back to work on him and stopped again when he seemed even closer. He was panting more heavily. I told him I’d decided I did want an orgasm. I could have told him anything at that point, and he wouldn’t have actually heard me. So I put him out of his misery.

Now with his orgasm “out of the way,” he can dwell on the fact that his punishment will be fifteen minutes tonight. Fifteen long minutes.

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In: Lion's Journal
Mrs. Lion suggested having me jerk off while she supervises.

Over seven years ago, Mrs. Lion told me to stop masturbating. I had been jerking off since before puberty. It was an activity that I gave little thought to. The first three years of no-jerking-off, I was locked in a Jail Bird male chastity device. I was only unlocked when Mrs. Lion wanted me to be edged or ejaculate. Temptation wasn’t an issue. By the time I was allowed to be wild for periods of time, I lost interest in masturbating. I guess Mrs. Lion broke me of the habit.

About a week ago, Mrs. Lion wondered if she should have me jerk off while she supervised. My initial reaction was negative. The reason harks back to my earlier marriage. On nights that my wife wasn’t in the mood for sex, and I was, she would say, “I’ll help you.” Her “help” was to tickle my balls while I jerked off. It did feel good, and she didn’t make me do it too often.

My history with Mrs. Lion is a little different. I spent several years with her showing almost no sexual interest. I masturbated a couple of times a week to reduce the tension. Each time I did, I worried that “tonight” might be the rare night she wanted to do something with me, and I wouldn’t be ready because I jerked off. I suppose I would have masturbated more if I didn’t think about that. This history is why I worry about her introducing supervised masturbation into our marriage.

Some couples who practice male chastity incorporate masturbation. In some, the man puts on and takes off the device at his wife’s direction. He also edges himself and gets to jerk off to orgasm when his wife tells him he can. That feels like solo chastity to me. The wife could be a continent away, and it wouldn’t matter. I worry that we could end up that way if Mrs. Lion introduces supervised masturbation. As it is now, I am never told to jerk off. Mrs. Lion provides any edging or sexual release I get. I worry that because it takes less energy and involvement to watch me masturbate, she could start to rely on it as a way of giving me sex.

After all, on nights she wants me to get off, and she is feeling achy or tired, all she would have to do is sit up and watch me play with myself. Now, on nights like that, she does nothing. However, since we have our whiteboard with the number of days since my last release, she is reminded that it may be time to take care of me. If she can do that by having me jerk off, things are easier for her. I guess I feel a sort of distrust that she will take the easier way out of providing sex to me.

Another factor is whether or not I’m still capable of getting myself off. It’s a minor concern. If she can make me come, I should be able to manage as well. My concern is a selfish one. Jerking off isn’t nearly as much fun as having Mrs. Lion get me off. Of course, I prefer her mouth or hands to mine. I worry that she will take the easy way out and let me do the work more. I know that’s not fair to her. She has faithfully kept her promise of teasing me at least every other day. My resistance is pointless. OK, Mrs. Lion, if you want to have me jerk off for you, I will happily do it. You’re the boss, and I trust you.

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In: CBT

I managed to wax the front half of Lion yesterday before my back was shot. It’s not unusual to do the waxing in two parts. However, today I am sore. My body is angry about trimming the hedges. I feel like I usually did in the first days of soccer practice. Even if I ran all summer and did ball handling skills, those first few days of practice kicked my ass. When Lion asked if I was finishing up waxing today, I told him I was pretty sore. He said it probably didn’t matter anyway. He sounds like Eeyore when he says things like that. “Thanks for noticing.” I love Eeyore. He’s depressed and depressing, but that makes him more endearing. In Lion’s case, it just makes him sound pathetic. I guess I’ll start the wax so I can finish Eeyore’s backside.

lion being edged

While I was rubbing oil in to loosen the remaining wax, I rubbed my weenie. Lion was very hard. As I rubbed him with a towel to get the wax off, I also rubbed my weenie. I’m sure Lion thought I was done every time I stopped, but I kept going back. Each time he was hard. I told him I should bring the oil into the bedroom to continue later. I think we did that once. We got oil all over the place. It’s not worth the mess, but it does work a lot better than any lube we own. [Lion — It’s light mineral oil we get on amazon.]

I thought I could get him to the edge last night. I was going to give him an orgasm. Then I decided that he’d only been teased once to the edge since his last orgasm. I’m sure he’s horny, but I haven’t exactly frustrated him yet. Unfortunately, my neck started hurting. If he had been closer to the edge, I would have kept going. I can power through the pain sometimes. But he wasn’t anywhere near the edge. He apologized. It was my fault. I should have taken Tylenol so I felt better. I’ll have to take some before waxing and, if the timing is right, I’ll take more before we play. I can’t let tiredness and achiness win all the time.