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I admit it. I wasn’t really in the mood to spank Lion last night. He said he’d gladly postpone it. Ordinarily, I would have been tempted to let it go until tonight. However, it was the first time I’d spanked him two nights in a row. It had to be done.

The dog, who normally gets locked out of the bedroom during punishment because she’s a distraction, laid under the bench and licked Lion’s hands in sympathy. She must have been wondering why the mean lady, who stole most of her toys, was hurting her friend. She didn’t try to stop me by jumping or growling. She was only there to comfort Lion.

Lion’s buns looked sore. They were. I wondered how quickly he would start yelping. In fairness, he’s been yelping fairly soon after any spanking starts, even if I don’t think I’m hitting particularly hard. I do start out slow. He needs time to warm up. Not much time, but I can’t whomp hard out of the gate. I thought he would start bleeding right away. He’d bled a little on Friday night. It wasn’t much, although I did have to wipe it off a few times so it wouldn’t drip onto the carpet. To my surprise, it took a while for him to bleed. I think I was a little more than halfway through when the first drop appeared. Maybe his hide is getting tougher. Again, it bled enough for me to need to wipe it off. It stopped as soon as I was done spanking.

Lion wanted sex too. He needs a little while to recover from spanking. When I tried to get a rise out of my weenie, it wasn’t working. Lion said he didn’t think it would work no matter what I did. We’ve played after punishment before. Maybe this time, it was too much. Two days’ worth of sore buns might have counteracted any ideas of an erection. Perhaps he wasn’t any sorer than he was after the first night, but maybe his pride was a little more hurt. Whatever the reason, we were done for the night.

I don’t know exactly when he did it, but the coffee pot was set for this morning’s breakfast. He’s no dummy. There’s no way he was getting punished three days in a row. I bet he’ll be on his best behavior for about a week. He doesn’t want to see that spanking bench again any time soon.

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Feast or famine. My bottom is suffering a cornucopia of spankings. I had two only three days apart. The first was a general “You Interrupted Me” spanking. Three days later, on Friday, I was spanked for being snarky. That was much more unpleasant than the first. Then, today (Saturday), I was informed that I forgot to set up the coffee pot for our morning coffee. I legitimately forgot. Mrs. Lion announced that I would be spanked again today. This is the first time I ever received two spankings just a day apart. My bottom is pretty sore from last night. As Mrs. Lion told me, “Oh, well. Maybe you will learn.”

Maybe I will. There appears to be another consequence of a date with Mrs. Lion’s paddles, no sex. I had a great time on Thursday night (“Wood Viagra“). Mrs. Lion used clothespins and her hands to get me to the edge more than once. I had hoped she would let me ejaculate. I looked forward to Friday. Maybe I would get lucky then. Nope. The only part of me that got any attention was my butt. I’m hoping that tonight won’t be a repeat of last night in terms of sex.

Over the years, Mrs. Lion speculated on spanking me two days in a row. Until now, it hasn’t been necessary. Now it has. In her post “Round Two,” she speculated that she might substitute another punishment for spanking. I think she concluded that the alternatives wouldn’t be as effective. She’s right. Soap in my mouth isn’t pleasant but nowhere near as bad as the paddle. Sitting on the punishment stool is very uncomfortable, but again nothing like a spanking.

I guess that’s why domestic discipline almost always involves spanking. As a punishment, it has a lot going for it. You don’t need a lot of skill to do it. It doesn’t take a lot of physical strength to bring a grown man to tears. An effective spanking leaves a memorable impression. It’s humiliating to be spanked and requires almost no equipment to deliver one.

From my perspective, I can say that I hate being punished. I never look forward to a spanking. My bottom hurts as I sit here writing this post. I know it’s going to hurt a lot more tomorrow.

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Oops! The coffee maker wasn’t set up this morning.

As I was spanking Lion last night, I asked if he’d ever been spanked two nights in a row. We decided the closest he’d gotten was twice in three nights. I guess streaks were made to be broken. He forgot the coffee pot again. The thing is, I thought he went in to do it. I swear he went into the kitchen last night. I must have imagined it. Maybe it was wishful thinking.

Since I’ve been working from home, we usually make a second pot of coffee. I’m usually the one who makes it. I put the coffee pot together, pour our cups, deliver them to our desks and then go back to wash out the coffee pot and filter basket so that Lion can put it back together for the morning. And I did all that. I know it wasn’t put together when I made dinner. I don’t remember looking after that. I was sure he did it. Is there a gremlin in the house who took it apart again?

Just before going to sleep, Lion said his butt hurt. I said it was good, and maybe he’ll be more careful what he says and how he says it. I never thought about the coffee pot. Would I have reminded him if I knew he’d be in trouble again so soon? Maybe. I’ve reminded him in the past. I’ve also not reminded him in the past. Is it fair for him to be punished just one day after being spanked? Why not? If he were caught speeding two days in a row, he’d probably get two speeding tickets. Rules are rules.

Of course, I could find another way to punish him. He hasn’t had to sit in the corner in a long time. He hasn’t had to hold soap in his mouth. Those are add-on punishments, but there’s no reason I couldn’t combine them. It would spare his buns. But should I spare his buns? He did earn his punishment. I could see if he was punished yesterday for the coffee pot, and today he pissed me off, and I decided to let him off with a warning. But it’s the coffee pot. Again. That damn coffee pot gets him in so much trouble.

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If you read Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday (“What Were You Thinking?“), I pissed her off. I didn’t mean to upset her. Her explanation of the offense included a ton of information about how busy she was, etc. I won’t go into that. In my mind, I figured that when she collected the dog’s toys, she would put them out of the puppy’s reach. That’s why I asked her what she was thinking. Nevertheless, that was rude, and I earned a spanking.

Her upset distracted her from telling you about Thursday night’s fun. Mrs. Lion ran a row of clothespins over the “seam” in my scrotum with some additional added on my very-sensitive perineum. She did this after getting me hard. Then, she proceeded to masturbate me, removing a clothespin or two at a time. She pointed out that she was being “nasty” by pulling them off without releasing them. Guess what? I noticed.

She continued jerking me off after the pins were all gone. Not surprisingly, she got me right to the edge of orgasm and stopped. Well, I was surprised. Before we started, she said, “Let’s see how many orgasms you can get this month.” Since my average has been two a month, I saw this as a sign that she would let me ejaculate. Nope. She didn’t. She muttered something like, “You can’t come without at least a day of edging first.” This must be one of Mrs. Lion’s laws of Lion ejaculation.

I paid close attention to “at least.” That means I won’t be getting lucky the next time she takes the time to get me ready to squirt. Poor me. She’s punishing me tonight (Friday). I wonder if that rules tonight out for sexual activity. It often does. I guess I’ll have to wait and see about that.

I’ve been much more interested in sex lately. That’s a good sign. Mrs. Lion’s reinstatement of Zapardy and now clothespins on my balls certainly helps. I’m also pretty sure that resuming spanking isn’t hurting the situation. It is hurting my bottom a lot. Boy, is she a good spanker! The new ankle and wrist restraints arrived from Extreme Restraints. They are super-high quality and worth every penny of their cost. She can also lock them on me. She won’t, but it’s nice she has the option. I hope she tries them soon. Hint, hint.