We may have a new record. Today (Saturday), it’s been 29 days since my last spanking. I realize that many domestic discipline purists think tracking time between spankings is more BDSM than DD (Love the abbreviations! hover over them to see expanded definitions). I disagree. There is a very good reason to remain aware of this statistic.
At first glance, you might think that a long time between spankings is a tribute to my good behavior. Maybe, but I don’t think so. I get uneasy if too much time goes by. The reason is that it’s less a tribute to me than it is a sign that we are slipping. Domestic Discipline is a lot like sex. No, it isn’t sexy. What disciplinary spanking and sex have in common is that the more time passes between activities, the less likely anything will happen.
The simple fact is that doing nothing is always easier than doing something. Observing and punishing infractions are work. It takes energy and focus to be a disciplinary wife. I’m not suggesting that Mrs. Lion doesn’t want her role. I’m saying that every day that goes by moves DD further and further to the back of her mind. At this point, only forgetting the coffee pot has a chance of getting the spanking bench out again.
Speaking of the spanking bench, Mrs. Lion keeps it in our pantry. We have room to stand it up in our bedroom. That would put it only a couple of feet from where she likes to use it. Moving it won’t change things. It would just save her some steps. At this point, we need emergency road service to jump-start discipline.
I debated intentionally “forgetting” the coffee pot. That feels dishonest. I don’t want to do it. Provoking a spanking may be a way to get things started, but I can’t do it. It’s breaking the rules. No, not the rules that get me punished, the ground rules that provide a foundation for our disciplinary marriage. It’s cheating. We don’t cheat.
Even though I’ve written about this issue recently, Mrs.Lion hasn’t taken the hint. No, I don’t mean that she should have jumped up and spanked me. (Well, that would’ve been OK with me.). I thought she might want to discuss my concern. She hasn’t. When I try to bring it up, she politely shuts me down. Why?
Has something changed? Is there a problem that Mrs. Lion doesn’t want to share with me? I don’t know. Where’s a jump start when we need one?
[Mrs. Lion — Okay. Okay. Okay. Sheesh! By the time you read this, Lion will have a sore butt if for no other reason than he’s irritating.]