Down and Out in Western Washington
2022-03-04
I didn’t write a post yesterday because I didn’t really have anything to say. Lion didn’t write one for this morning because he’s not feeling well. He’s been in bed since lunchtime yesterday. He’s weak, tired and nauseated. A few minutes ago, he woke up and was able to sit up with minimal help and put his lenses in. That’s a big step. I don’t think it’s COVID but we have tests if we need to use one.
I’ll do anything for Lion. I take care of him when he’s sick. I take care of him when he’s not sick. I just wish he could help a little more when he’s sick. I know he’s not feeling well, but the fiasco of trying to get him from the edge of the bed to the middle was like slapstick comedy. I only remember one time being so sick I couldn’t get out of bed. I think it was the flu. I came home from work, fell into bed and didn’t make it back out until it was time to drag myself to work again. Being sick sucks. I just hope he feels well enough to move around better soon.
Lion had an eye doctor appointment today. I took the day off so I could get him there. Unfortunately, I had to cancel it. He can barely make it to the bathroom. There’s no way I could get him in the car. Naturally, sex is off the table. I even feel bad that he has to deal with the locking cock ring. I may take it off later. I don’t think it bothers him but it can’t help the situation.
Since he’s sick, I took care of the coffee pot. I think it was past five when he asked me if he set it up. He was considering trying to make it to the kitchen to do it. He apologized after I said he didn’t need to. He tries to follow his rules even when I suspend them. I appreciate that, but he doesn’t need to. The only thing he needs to worry about now is getting better.
Our Favorite Indoor Sport
2022-03-03
Yeah, I tend to be too analytical. I like to think that’s a good thing. Maybe it isn’t. I’ve been thinking about the convoluted sexuality that’s evolved in my life. Mrs. Lion and I are pushing a decade of our kinks. That’s not entirely correct. She’s been spanking me for nearly twenty years. But the early years were just not very serious play spankings. They were part of BDSM scenes.
When we began male chastity, the nature of things changed. We acknowledged that Mrs. Lion had the last word. No, she didn’t become a micromanaging mistress. We agreed that she had the absolute right to decide what I should and shouldn’t do.
That meant our day-to-day lives weren’t going to change. She could make rules that she would enforce. If she assigns a chore to me, failing to do it earned me a punishment. In our house, punishment is a spanking. If you’ve been reading our blog, you know that a spanking is a serious ten-minute visit with Mrs. Lion’s paddles. It is absolutely no fun.
Most people would be appalled at my punishments. Domestic discipline could be considered abuse. The reason it isn’t for us is very simple: the idea of being spanked turns me on. Being spanked as punishment is an erotic theme for me too. Actually, getting punished most certainly isn’t. It doesn’t matter. I want Mrs. Lion to spank me for transgressions. I want the spankings to be painful and not a bit sexy. Yet, I get aroused thinking about getting one.
Even though it’s obvious that I need to feel her paddles, I never deliberately break a rule or forget a chore. The “game” is very important to both of us. Mrs. Lion likes “catching” me break the rules. When I do, she spanks me. She doesn’t mind beating me. She doesn’t particularly like doing it. It’s part of the game.
She likes that I know that it will hurt if I break a rule. That’s my side of the game. I have to be careful to stay out of trouble because spankings really hurt. I willingly accept the spanking because the idea of being spanked turns me on.
We have an interesting balance. Mrs. Lion likes catching me. I work hard to avoid giving her anything to catch. Hard as I try, she’ll find something every week or two. When she does, I pay the consequence. She spanks me. My ass is literally on the line.
The Entire Arsenal
2022-03-02
I didn’t really feel like spanking Lion last night. I was thinking of pushing it off until this morning, figuring he’d be sitting in his office chair and it would be more uncomfortable than the bed. Then I figured the mornings are usually busier and I had a meeting around the time he gets himself moving. The bigger question was if I would remember to do it. Nope. It’s better to get it over with while I’m thinking about it.
I’ve been strapping him down. Every so often, I leave him free to test his ability to stay put. The straps make it easier for him to remember he’s not supposed to wander around. But do I always have to make it easier for him? I don’t think so. He should be able to hold himself still. Of course, I can add time to the spanking if he wiggles too much. He was a very good boy last night.
The other day, we got a new paddle. It looks like our rubber paddles, but it’s silicone. I’ll need more time to play with it to decide if it will be one of my go-to paddles. I’ve been using leather and rubber paddles for a while because Lion theorized they wouldn’t make him bleed. They don’t. However, using only leather and rubber doesn’t produce the same effect as wood. I think it was the last time I spanked him that I used a wood paddle for a very short time. It didn’t really do the trick.
I can’t tell you how many swats were delivered with each type of paddle. Lion said his buns were okay at bedtime, so I can’t really say how effective it was, but I used all different kinds of paddles on him. I started off with the new one just to see how it felt, for both him and me. He said it stung. I’m undecided. It’s not as heavy as rubber so it doesn’t deliver the same punch. For the rest of the time, I alternated between rubber, leather, and wood. When I swatted him with wood, I tried to go slower. They may have been more forceful hits, but not as rapid-fire as the leather and rubber. Sometimes when I do that, he bruises but I wasn’t really going for bruises. I was going for the effect of wood without the bleeding.
It worked pretty well. He had a few spots that bled a tiny bit, but overall the mixture was successful. I think as long as I make sure to use the wood more sparingly than the leather and rubber, we should be able to make it through with minimal bleeding. Obviously, if he’s a particularly bad boy, I can use the wood more to make my point. It’s still the meanest of the materials.
Poor Lion butt.
