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Lion wondered what his new rule was that I outlined yesterday. When I thought about it some more, I realized it’s just part of the don’t-piss-me-off rule. If he thinks his work is more important than mine, it pisses me off.

Don’t do that, Lion.

I did think of a real new rule just a few minutes ago. Since Lion doesn’t usually wear a shirt, he doesn’t usually spill anything on himself anymore. I never said he couldn’t spill on his chest or face. On the other hand, it’s not okay to spill things on the bed either. Last week, I had just changed the bed, and we were eating dinner, and Lion spilled food on the comforter. I just changed it. Do you know how frustrating that is?

Changing the bed is one of my most hated, he-can’t-help-me-with-it chores. I do not want to do it twice in one day. I don’t even want to do it weekly. (I’m a slob.) I can’t tell you how long I’d wait to change the bed if it was up to me. You’d probably barf. You’re probably barfing now, knowing I don’t want to do it weekly. How often are you supposed to change a bed? Yeah. No. I wouldn’t. Lion is the only reason I change it as often as I do. So why would his spilling food onto the bed become a rule? It’s because he’ll be after me to change it again, possibly sooner than I want to, which we already established is not often.

If he can clean up his act (literally) by not spilling on his shirt, maybe he can do it with the bed. There’s his first new rule in a long time that really makes sense. Of course, I suppose even this could fall under the don’t-piss-me-off rule, but then most things could. What’s for dinner? Don’t piss me off. Can you get the mail? Don’t piss me off. I’m not that bad. Well, I’m not quite that bad.

You’ll be happy to know that the poor, hen-pecked Lion got an orgasm last night. It was the first time we felt well enough to do anything sexual. I edged him a few times first. I had to. I couldn’t just let him think he would have an orgasm on the first try. That’s no fun. Plus, it builds suspense. I’d like to say it builds semen, but he hasn’t produced much lately. I think he’s out of practice. No problem. I’ll make sure he gets more.

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One of the main disconnects between people like us who practice somewhat exotic kinks and vanilla folk is that we expect understanding, and they are astounded at our perversity. The gap is simply missing dots to connect. Take domestic discipline. Vanilla people react with horror. You let your wife beat you?

It’s missing dots. The isolated admission that my wife spanks me when I break a rule brings up images of torture chambers, evil women, meek men who allow themselves to be abused. That’s it! Abuse. We need to provide dots. Remember, dots aren’t the same as a sales message. I’m not a spanking missionary.

Anyway, let’s consider dots to connect that will lead to the belief that DD is a sane, loving practice. Dot number one: I get sexually aroused when I think about being spanked. Uh oh. More dots to explain that. Simple. I just find it hot. Since over 85 percent of American adults also find thinking about a spanking arousing, the chances are good that this dot will connect. If it doesn’t, oh well.

Dot 2: Mrs. Lion and I brought my fantasy to life with “play” spankings. We may need a dot or two to explain that I asked her to spank me, and she agreed. We also have to emphasize that I have a safeword and no serious injuries ever result. The chances are that the vanilla people will be quite curious about this. Answer their questions.

Dot 3: I wondered how it would work if Mrs. Lion spanked me if I broke a rule. A rule? OK, some sub-dots here. I asked her to try this with me. She came up with a few simple rules that I would be sure to break. She did that to have lots of opportunities to try out spanking-for-a-reason.

Dot 4: It felt very good to me when Mrs. Lion took control this way. She didn’t find it particularly enjoyable but liked how it affected me. Over time, she learned to make spankings very unpleasant for me. I accepted them because we agreed that I would be punished for breaking the rules. I still had my safeword and consented to be disciplined.

Dot 5: It took a long time to get to this point. We didn’t just wake up one morning and began domestic discipline. It took years to evolve to get here. We could have stopped at any time along the way. We continued because we got value out of our power exchange.

That’s it. Five dots to connect. We avoid suggesting that our audience thinks about joining us. We simply want them to understand how we got here and that we are both happy with the result. Speaking of which, we are both feeling better. I may find myself visiting the spanking bench very soon.

Now you know how I got there.

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Today is a very busy day. I’m trying to help a coworker deal with an issue with another coworker. I’m doing training modules for our new computer system. And I’m still doing my regular work. Oh, and the dog thinks I should be playing with her non-stop. Ironically, Lion thinks I should be playing with him too, but he’ll wait till later.

I think we’re both feeling better. Lion’s back and shoulder hurt yesterday. We snuggled last night and I fondled my weenie. Neither of us expected it to go any further than fondling. Tonight, however, we’re hoping it will. I don’t know if I’ll spank him. That may wait another day or two. I just want to get back into some sort of routine. Not a boring routine. I want to get back to normal. Lion thinks we aren’t intimate unless I’m holding him to his rules. As he said, I suspended the rule about eating because he can’t see very well. He doesn’t wear clothes much so he doesn’t spill on himself. The only real rule left is the coffee pot and I catch him with that all the time. I haven’t been able to come up with any other rules. When he behaves himself I do “just because” spankings. I haven’t done one in a while because either one, the other, or both of us have been under the weather. Now we’re fine so the beatings can resume.

I have been thinking of a rule. I’ve been working from home for a few months. Lion has been writing and rewriting a book. When something needs to be done around here, he’ll say he’s busy writing. Uh huh. And I’m busy working. It’s true that my job is a series of starts and stops throughout the day, but it’s not like I can just chuck it and do what I want. (Of course, I’m chucking it right now so I can write this post.) My point is that his work isn’t any more or less important than mine. If it’s a chore or issue that he can deal with, he should be available to deal with it just like I am. Do I need to stop what I’m doing right this second to deal with the robot vacuum cleaner not working? I don’t necessarily think so, but Lion does. Can he make a phone call to ask a question that either of us can ask? I think so. I understand that getting yourself into the mindset of writing may be different from my work and you don’t want to stop the flow of creative juices, but I get interrupted by coworkers’ phone calls and emails all day. All I’m asking for is a little balance.

[Lion — What’s the new rule?]

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Now that we are both feeling better, it’s probably a good time to discuss domestic discipline. We seem stuck on a single rule that triggers punishment for me: forgetting to set up the coffee pot for breakfast the next morning. We had a couple of other rules that have fallen by the wayside. I was supposed to wait to eat until Mrs. Lion started. Since my vision has worsened, Mrs. Lion doesn’t enforce that one.

The second displaced rule was that I got punished if I got food on my shirt. Since I’m almost always naked, this rule doesn’t apply. That leaves the single coffee pot rule. I suppose you could argue that there’s no reason to punish me if I’m well behaved. I suppose that I am reasonably well trained by this point.

We’ve substituted “just because” spankings for punishments. It turns out that every time Mrs. Lion gives me one of these spankings, she remembers things I should have been punished for doing. So, they really aren’t “just because” spankings, after all.

We do better when domestic discipline is more in the foreground. Right now, for example, it’s been three weeks since my last visit with the spanking bench. I’m not unhappy about that. Mrs. Lion is a very strict spanker. The problem is that punishment is an expression of love. I know that sounds odd, but it’s a form of attention that says Mrs. Lion cares enough to correct me. That means a lot to me. I think it does to her as well.

When she is actively correcting me, she is also more affectionate. I think that identifying infractions and correcting them is active. She is not only spanking me. She is also watching me to be sure I am behaving correctly. That is a constant connection and reminder of our love.

Over the years we have been doing this, domestic discipline has become another language of love. Thinking about a spanking is sexual to me, but not to her. However, discovering and punishing infractions is a form of communication we established years ago. Every time she brings out the spanking bench, something happens. She may not have fun spanking me, but she gets a sense of a job well done when it hurts for me to sit days later.

Beyond that, spanking is an intimate activity. It isn’t sexual, but it is very intimate. I think we both understand that it is an expression of our love for each other. Think about it. If we were angry and distant, would Mrs. Lion spank me? I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t.