Sunday night, Mrs.  Lion commented, “I forgot to spank you tonight.” It was said in the same tone as, “I need to pick up some coffee.” It was a routine comment on a household chore. She’s referred to spanking me in this way for some time. Each time she does, I get a little flutter in my stomach. I do because it shows how domestic discipline has become, well, domestic.

Spanking me is an accepted, routine part of Mrs. Lion’s life. She treats it like every other obligation she has. Her approach is as unemotional as washing the dishes. This is a very good thing. Being spanked is anything but routine to me. That’s also a good thing. If Mrs. Lion is doing her job, and she is, I should dread her paddle. If she considers spanking me as a routine task, it means that she doesn’t feel any particular emotion about doing it. It’s something I need, and she delivers it.

If you follow our blog,  you’ve read her accounts of my spankings. A good example is in “A Mini “Just Because” Spanking.” Mrs. Lion reports the results of my beatings in the most routine terms:

” I wasn’t trying to make him bloody. Of course, I wasn’t not trying. Any time I use wood, there’s a good chance he’ll bleed. One of the paddles had stair tread on one side. That’s almost a guarantee of blood. I’m not even sure if he feels the stair tread tape when I drag it across his buns. Is he numb by then? I doubt he’s numb. He still yelps.”

Routine, right? Mrs. Lion isn’t heartless. It’s just that she’s spanked me hundreds of times over the years. She understands that the purpose of a spanking is to cause me pain. Yelping is a sure sign I’m hurting. She knows I expect a spanking to hurt a lot. She also understands why it’s necessary to spank me. That’s the key to domestic discipline.

Punishment (spanking) is the expected consequence of misbehavior. It isn’t sex or BDSM. It is punishment. For a long time, spanking me caused Mrs. Lion pain. She doesn’t like hurting me. That got in the way of delivering useful punishments. To her credit, she learned to spank me without hurting herself. She doesn’t have fun doing it. It’s work. It carries no more emotional loading than any other work she does. She gets a feeling of accomplishment when she does it well.

Mrs. Lion gets a certain sense of satisfaction when my bottom hurts long after she finishes beating it. She likes it when I tell her that it hurts to sit for days after my spanking. My yelps of pain provide her with feedback on the quality of her work. She isn’t heartless. She’s just doing her job.

Lion got a reprieve last night. I forgot about spanking him until I was in the shower. Then I decided it was more important to get my medications ready than to spank him. Yes, I know it’s important to spank him and to follow through, but I need my meds. I stop everything when I have to do his medicine. Same thing. He’ll get his spanking today.

On the way home from the store yesterday, I remembered that Lion needs a haircut. Since COVID, I’ve been doing most of his haircuts. I don’t do a professional job, but I do the best I can. He’s not embarrassed to be seen in public. I don’t take giant chunks of hair off and leave him half bald. He says I cut it short, but I don’t think it’s any shorter than his barber cuts it. I could shave his head if he complains too much. (He doesn’t really complain.)

Assuming I spank Lion early enough, maybe on his way out of the shower, I’ll have to make use of the massage table again for some fun. I haven’t given any more thought to restraining him on it, but we can still play. It might be time for some IcyHot on his balls. Why not? I’ve used clothespins and ball bondage lately. He says I like CBT more than anything. The other alternative is anal play. How much anal play could we do? When we first started playing, I worried that things could get boring. Little did I know how many more things he would have me doing to him. However, a lot of it is still CBT. It’s just various ways of torturing weenie and the boys. When he says I do a lot of CBT, I have to wonder if he’s not bored with it. Of course, we’re coming up on twenty years together so it stands to reason there would be a feeling of the same old, same old at times.

In five days, as a matter of fact, it will be twenty years since he first discovered my picture on LavaLife and contacted me. In eight days, it will be the twentieth anniversary of the first day we met, and had sex. We always say it both feels like the blink of an eye and like we’ve been together forever. I’d like another twenty years, please.

Women on Twitter often ask for nudes from people who follow them. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that, but they often add “no genitals” to their requests. Does that mean you can’t post a picture if you have genitals? If so, a lot of people ignore this demand. They don’t want genitals in submitted pictures. I see lots of female complaints about men sending penis pictures. I find that puzzling.

Both men and women have favorite body parts that they consider sexually arousing. They also often have parts that make them uncomfortable. I’m sure this is the root cause of the “no genitals” demand. I have a big problem with it. First of all, I like seeing female genitals. No, I don’t like gynecological closeups. I do like images that include that general area of the body. Female thighs and tummies are very sexy. Where they meet is also a big turn-on for me.

I am very partial to female rear ends. I’m an ass man. I’m particularly partial to a nice female butt in jeans. Naked rears are also very hot. Most of the women I see on Twitter who like to pose in nude self-portraits are comfortable showing their breasts (meh!), legs and thighs, and rear views. Most restrict their “nudes” to their boobs. That’s too bad.

If you are willing to show your body and freely post images of your legs, butt, tummy, and boobs, why do you avoid showing your vagina? Is there something particularly obscene about that part of your body? I don’t get it. I know some women say they don’t like how they look down there. Maybe sharing and getting positive feedback would help them improve their self-images. I like to see all of a woman. I don’t read any special significance into images that avoid showing the pussy. Seeing one doesn’t indicate that its owner is promiscuous. It’s just part of a beautiful body.

The general aversion to “dick pics” may be an indication of the sort of images guys DM to a woman. Just as an extreme vaginal closeup isn’t a turn-on, a close shot of an erection is probably just as unappealing. A shot that shows more of the body sends a different message. Instead of, “I want to fuck you,” it says, “This is me.”

I wonder if the state of arousal also figures in. An erection indicates sexual arousal. Some women may find that a sort of attack. They may think that the owner of that penis wants to rape them. I’m being a bit extreme in that last sentence, but an erection can evoke fear. That makes me sad. My erection means that I’m aroused. It doesn’t suggest that I intend to use it like a weapon. I’m turned on and want to share it. From my perspective, showing my erection makes me vulnerable. I’m showing my feeling without reciprocation. It would hurt me if you laughed at my erection. I’m being vulnerable.

Most of the pictures of my penis that I’ve published have been with it flaccid. I feel a lot less vulnerable when I show myself unaroused. Those images show my body in its usual state. I’m not aroused. I’m just naked me. That’s a lot easier to share.

If you are going to take nude pictures, please DO include genitals. They are a very nice part of any person’s body. If you can send a picture of your boobs with erect nipples, you might as well show the rest. I know that I would enjoy the view.

When I woke up this morning, it was a little before 9. We’ve been going to bed late. I guess it’s become normal for us to finally turn the TV off at midnight, although I’m usually tired before that. Lion waits as long as possible to take out his contacts. I understand completely. He can’t see much without them. Anyway, I rolled over and noticed the chocolate stain on the comforter. It was easy to see. This week’s comforter was light gray. There it was. The brown standing right out there. My first thought was that Lion did it on purpose, so I’ll be sure to change the bed today. I know he didn’t. He never does things like that. My second thought was, “Wasn’t he supposed to be punished for spilling things on the comforter?”

Of course he is. I’ve been very lax about punishing him lately. Part of it is that he’s been a very good boy. Another part is that we were sick and it was hot and I didn’t feel like expending much energy on anything. However, I’ve been trying to get things back to normal. I gave him a “just because” spanking the other night and he yelped the entire time. I even took it easy on him because his virgin butt hadn’t been spanked in such a long time. Sometimes I’m just too nice. This time his spanking will be more punishment-like. Well, it will be punishment. Poor Lion butt.

No, no, no. None of that poor Lion butt nonsense. I know he didn’t mean to spill ice cream on the bed. Now that the freezer is working correctly, it makes ice cream super hard. I don’t like super hard ice cream, so I tend to keep my ice cream in the refrigerator freezer. But then it tends to be too soft. There’s no happy medium. The super hard ice cream is hard to scoop out. It’s Ben and Jerry’s so we each have our own flavor. We tend to eat different flavors of most ice cream, but Ben and Jerry’s is a pint so we eat straight from the container. And one of those spoonsful took off across the bed, hence the stain. To be fair, it was bound to happen. I’m actually surprised it took a full week for a stain to appear. Normally he spills the first night of fresh bedding.

Lion had his blow job before the spilling incident. I don’t think I would have denied him the orgasm because he spilled something. I’ve never equated his waiting with punishment. To me, it’s two separate issues. When I get him off has nothing to do with when I spank him, except that I tend not to give him sex after punishment unless he’s had time to process the spanking first. Besides, I usually spank him earlier in the evening, so last night’s infraction would be punished today anyway.

He got to enjoy his balls-tied blow job without worrying about his buns being sore tonight. Lucky Lion weenie. Okay, poor Lion butt.