Every so often, my friend and fellow blogger, Julie of strictjuliespanks.com, writes a post expressing her political thinking. They tend to be intelligently written with close reasoning attributed to largely Fox News authorities. Her heart is in the right place. She advocates freedom and the American (Canadian in her case) way. Like most of her ilk, she suggests that those who disagree with her are against personal freedom and equates them to Chinese Communists.

Her latest rant is against requiring people to prove they have been vaccinated against COVID before being admitted to some public events. Oh, dear. The problem here is that requiring immunizations is a public health measure that’s been around for a hundred years. In the 1950s, hospitals were filled with little kids in iron lungs. Polio ran wild. Parents of people near and dear to me suffered the ravages of this disease. When kids were required to get the Salk and later, the Sabine vaccines, Polio was nearly eradicated.

I agree with her in the sense that we should be able to be the masters of our health. However, if this means supporting the propagation of a deadly disease, maybe we need to reconsider. There are only two ways to stop the spread of a communicable disease: isolate sick people or vaccinate against it. Isolation rarely works well because most diseases are “smart” enough to be communicable before symptoms develop. If they are especially sneaky, like COVID, a fair percentage of infected people are symptom-free. They can spread the disease without knowing they have it.

Another obvious point is that people who are not infected can safely interact. Sadly, it isn’t possible to be 100-percent sure that people who have been vaccinated are disease-free. But it is over 90-percent safe.

Dealing with a pandemic shouldn’t be a political issue. Republicans and Democrats get sick. Vaccinated and unvaccinated people are vulnerable. Stopping the spread of a disease is a numbers game. In the olden days, diseases like leprosy were controlled by sending sufferers to Hawaii or Australia. They didn’t want to go, but nobody had a better way to reduce the spread. Tuberculosis was treated in the same way. Sufferers were isolated. It helped, but not enough to make these diseases extinct. The reason is that the disease can spread before isolation is possible.

Vaccines were a big step forward. Healthy people could be protected. Did they work 100-percent of the time? Not always. It doesn’t matter. Remember, disease is a numbers game. One sick person can infect dozens of others. The spread is geometric. A vaccine that is 80-percent effective eliminates four out of five potential targets. Spread is slower, much slower. Vaccines can only work if enough people are immunized. We are told that 70-to-80-percent is needed to reach “herd immunity.”

So what’s the problem? People with political agendas are using immunization as a rallying point for their causes. The far-right considers any pubic mandate as an attack on freedom. It doesn’t matter what the issue is. It seems to me that death is the ultimate attack on personal freedom. There are over 600,000 Americans who would probably agree if they were still breathing. Worse, we don’t have a vaccine approved for little kids. How many of them need to die for the cause of “freedom?”

I don’t think the issue is very complicated. We have a proven technique to manage a public health crisis. Instead of digging through right-wing “authorities,” isn’t it more sensible to recognize that sometimes the common good trumps (see what I did there?) the ballyhoo of people using your health and safety as a tool to advance dubious political causes?

Lion put a comment on my post yesterday, saying that I like spanking. I don’t know why I don’t think I like spanking. Am I just being stubborn? I did a Google search and came up with this definition for like: find agreeable, enjoyable, or satisfactory. Do I find it agreeable? Well, agreeable means pleasurable so not really. Do I find it enjoyable? Not really. Do I find it satisfactory? I can go with that. Spanking is acceptable. It meets the needs, that being turning Lion on.

In order to wholeheartedly get behind the definition of like, it would have to be something that I choose or go out of my way to get/do. I like chocolate ice cream. I will choose it. I have been known to go out of my way to get it. I don’t like liver. You couldn’t pay me enough to even try it. Just the thought of it turns my stomach. I neither like nor dislike asparagus. I eat it. I do buy it but it’s mostly because Lion likes it and I’m supposed to eat vegetables. By that logic, spanking is asparagus.

When I said I missed play spanking, I meant the closeness of it. I don’t always want to beat the crap out of him. I like his tush. I want to fondle it and kiss it. Can I do that without spanking him? Sure. Would he like it as much? Maybe. I doubt it, but maybe. He’d much rather have a nice spanking, emphasis on nice. And I’d much rather give him a nice spanking.

Having said that, I can still work up to hitting him just as hard as I do with a punishment spanking. The difference is with how it starts off. Punishment is hard right from the beginning. He did something wrong and he has to pay for it. A play spanking starts out with my hand. I usually tease him with swats similar to the ones I started with all those years ago that he barely noticed.

I don’t know if I’ve ever drawn blood with a play spanking. I’m usually not that vicious, although I could be. By the time I get that far in a play spanking, he usually doesn’t notice it’s gotten so hard. His buns have adjusted to the pain. I won’t say he feels nothing. There wouldn’t be much point to doing it if he didn’t feel it. It’s just not as painful as punishment.

I prefer being nice mean to Lion. Do I like it? It’s acceptable.

I have never been able to wrap my head around the concept of forever. When people write and talk about death, the prevailing theme is regret. Regret over opportunities lost, experiences had never dominated the conversation. However, only living people experience regret. I believe that experience ends at death. The point is that no matter when you die, you won’t regret anything. It’s a concept we all resist. We are programmed to think that there will always be something next. Religions make their bread and butter selling the idea of an afterlife. It’s comforting to believe that there will be celestial rewards later, even if there is no hope in life. It’s worth paying someone to help assure you get in once you die.

I choose to focus on this side of eternity. I want my experiences now to provide me with as much joy as possible. That doesn’t mean I want to focus only on what the world can do for me. A very large part of my happiness is making my lioness happy. We both get satisfaction out of seeing each other enjoying what we can provide.

That’s where death comes in. On some level, we are always aware that there will be an ending to our story. A time will come when we can’t have one more chance. A couple of years ago, Mrs. Lion and I were able to visit Disney World. We both love that experience. In fact, we were able to go more than once. On the first trip, I had to work during the day. She used every second to visit as much of the property as she could. She was exhausted every night. I asked why she was working so hard. She answered that she might never get a chance to come back.

There is much wisdom in this. If you have the chance to do something rare and wonderful and you don’t experience it to the fullest, you will regret it one day. I learned this lesson when I was 16. My dad was an investment banker. He worked his way up to being second-in-command for bonds at a major investment bank. He always wanted to attend a bankers’ convention. His company never sent him. Finally, when he was 50, he quit his job and joined another firm. A condition of his employment was that he would go to this convention each year.

His first opportunity was that fall. The convention was in Florida. He flew down and settled in his hotel room. He never left it. He died shortly after unpacking his bags. Fate let him get close but denied him his fondest wish. Even then, as a teenager, I saw the irony. He was within a few hours of realizing a dream when he died. Then and there, I decided I would avoid regret at all costs.

As a result of that resolution, I’ve had a rich life full of adventure. I’m sure that I traded the chance to be rich and secure for this. I don’t regret it. I credit this decision by a 16-year-old boy for daring to try BDSM. Certainly, it gave me the courage to ask Mrs. Lion to add domestic discipline and male chastity to our lives.

If you read our blog because what we do is something you wish you could try and you enjoy the vicarious experience, maybe the time has come to make your wish come true. If I can do it, you can too.

Every time I think I’m getting this he-annoyed-me-so-I-should-punish-him thing, I’m wrong. As you undoubtedly read yesterday, I promised to tie him up, and when he made a remark about my not tying him up, I was annoyed. Even though I don’t specifically remember saying I’d tie him up Friday night (and no, I don’t need you to copy and paste my words, Lion), I did say I’d do it days beforehand. If anything, Lion is right to be annoyed at me for promising and not following through.

This is when I go back to my old ways of not promising things because I have a history of not following through. My thought process is that if I don’t promise, I can do it, and it’s a big surprise, and I’m a hero. The trouble is, I don’t actually do it. Whatever it is. That’s probably why we don’t do much BDSM anymore. Sure, I throw in some clothespins, and I tie his balls up every so often, but I don’t do much else. I’m very inconsistent, and that’s being generous.

In the back of my mind, I wonder if the turning point was when we stopped using spanking for play and started using it exclusively for punishment. The truth is, I was inconsistent before then. But I still wonder if it had something to do with it. My BDSM repertoire took a hit when play spanking was eliminated. Still, it’s been quite a while. You’d think I would have bounced back by now. Do I miss play spanking that much?

Spanking him was a nice way to be close. I could fondle his buns before and during swats. I could kiss and nibble his buns. It was nice to start slow and work my way up to butt-blistering swats. Maybe I didn’t give him the lasting soreness he gets now, but I liked doing it. I miss doing it. I can’t say that’s the sole reason I don’t follow through with things since that’s always been a problem, but I do miss it. And there’s a nagging thought in the back of my mind that I never wanted punishment to take over everything. I mean, yes, I agreed with everything we’ve been doing. But I did raise the point that I miss play spanking. We just couldn’t figure out how to do play spankings without it being confusing when it was time to punish.

Again, I’m not blaming my inability to follow through on punishment spanking. That particular affliction was around long before then. This is more of a realization that I miss play spanking. I’m not sure what, if anything, can be done about it.

[Lion — Now that you have established a disciplinary spanking style that could never be mistaken (by me) for BDSM play, you could do play spankings too. Apparently, you do enjoy spanking me.]