Mrs. Lion is busy looking for new work. I’m writing away. Our farm is still a little disappointing. So far, our strawberries don’t seem too happy. A couple of weeks ago, we changed what we feed them. It’s hard to tell, but I don’t know that we are having a lot of success. Mrs. Lion and I are always in unexplored territory. We had to discover how to manage domestic discipline. We both came from spanking-free childhoods. It took a long time to get it right.

We did a lot better with male chastity. After a few months of adjustment, Mrs. Lion has been in full control of my orgasms for almost nine years. I haven’t masturbated for that entire time. I doubt I ever will again. I hope we will do as well with our crops as we have done with discipline and sex.

There’s a real benefit to making these changes. The biggest is that the two primary causes of marital conflict have been resolved by agreement. Sex is never a cause for anger or resentment. Even when Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex for herself, our orgasm control (for me) habit carries us through without conflict. I’m sure there are times that she may regret training me not to masturbate. All in all, we have fun.

Our domestic discipline prevents any buildup of resentment. I know that this practice is the most controversial. It requires a lot of trust and love. My lioness isn’t a cruel dominatrix who delights in making me suffer. She spanks me when I break an explicit rule or get on her nerves. Otherwise, I’m free to be king of the jungle. I just have to watch my step. It’s our form of checks and balances. It works. We have a happy marriage.

Lion and I snoozed quite a bit yesterday afternoon. I wasn’t feeling bad, but I wasn’t feeling great either. My head still feels like cotton, and I can feel the dizziness lurking in the background waiting for me to move a certain way to set it off. This morning, the dog woke me up by woofing beside me and then crashing down with her feet on top of me. Lion was already up and apparently, she wanted me up too.

I don’t want to do too much at once in case I wipe myself out or the dizziness returns. In short bursts, I moved the spanking bench to its new home, I vacuumed a few areas that the robot vacuums always miss, I disconnected the switch that controlled which computer my monitors showed, and I moved one of the robot vacuums to a lower traffic area. I also updated my resume to tailor it to one specific potential employer. I hope to hear back from them soon. I contacted the outplacement service my former employer is paying for. I should hear from them by next week. I’ll continue looking for other jobs in the meantime.

If everything holds, I may be able to snuggle with Lion tonight. Even if I can’t actually curl up next to him, I hope I can move closer so we can touch more than just holding hands. My goal, aside from giving him attention, is to get rid of this stupid vertigo so we can really get back to normal. Being close to each other is the first baby step in that direction.

Lion reminded me about punishment day this morning, like a good boy. As I was disconnecting things on my desk, I happened upon the controller to his shock collar. I buzzed it. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing. I zapped it. Nothing. So far, I haven’t made it a rule for him to wear it. He’s been doing it on his own. As far as I know, this is the first day in a while he hasn’t worn it. Perhaps he is wearing it, but it’s not turned on. I’m still toying with the idea of making it a rule. I know he was having trouble with it slipping off. Maybe he hasn’t figured it out yet. We’ll have to discuss it before I decide.

Maybe it’s an every-other-day thing. Monday was a bad day for me. I felt yucky all day. Tuesday was much better. I was only a little dizzy. Today, I thought I felt okay, but then I took Lion to the dentist and waited for him for two hours. I was playing on my iPad for a while. Then I had to get up and walk around to get the blood flowing. I’m sort of dizzy, sort of tired. Overall, I’m just done with this vertigo nonsense. Time to do more maneuvers. And friends suggested physical therapy and chiropractor. I’ve heard good things and bad things about chiropractors. It makes me nervous, but it might be worth a shot.

While I was feeling okay last night, I spanked Lion. I strapped him in and went to work. I set a fifteen-minute timer, but I wasn’t sure if I’d make it all the way. I was worried about needing to bend over to swat him, but it turns out I do just fine standing straight up. I used the leather paddles to see what would happen after a longer punishment period. He started to bleed a little, so I got to test out my tape theory. Rather than putting a Band-Aid on him, I wiped off the blood and put a piece of paper adhesive tape across the spot. He bled through almost immediately, but I wasn’t trying to stop the bleeding. What I was trying to do was stop that spot from getting bigger. I think it worked. It was sort of hard to tell while I was spanking because the paddle transferred blood. When I was done, and we made it the whole fifteen minutes, he had a few smaller blood spots on his left cheek, but his right cheek just had the one spot. It was bleeding worse when I took the tape off, but the tape seemed to stop that spot from getting bigger. Maybe I should tape his whole butt before we start next time.

Before I even started whomping him, he muttered that he thought he was going to get a hand job. I’d promised him a hand job in my post. I’d also been promising him a spanking. Give me time to catch up on my promises. I told him he could either have a hand job or a blow job. He said he thought I was going to set up the massage table to give him a hand job. Okay. It was a little more work, but I set it up. I know the angle isn’t really right when I try a hand job in bed. I sit in a weird position that gets uncomfortable after a little while. But standing next to him at the massage table isn’t easy either. Of course, it’s worse when I’m trying to avoid moving around so much, so I don’t get dizzy. And maybe I’ll drag the chair out someday, but I think that might change the angle of attack. Anyway, I was sweating away by the time he had his orgasm. Not that it took him a long time.

I’m not exactly sure if it was a good orgasm. He didn’t say anything, but it looked abbreviated to me. It was like heading for climax, heading for climax, boom, done. I did get some cream filling, though. I count that as a win. He was happy. He had sore buns and a happy weenie. Two clocks reset on the same night.

I have a punishment hanging over my head, and I don’t like it a bit. I used to believe that punishments are best delivered as close to the offense as possible. Now, I’m not so sure. Mrs. Lion has been delaying my spanking because she has been under the weather. She is doing something very new. In the past, when she didn’t spank me on the day of the offense, she didn’t say anything about delaying it. I sometimes got the impression that she forgot. This time, she is informing me that I will be spanked, and she is delaying the administration of the punishment. It’s a variation on the “Wait until your father gets home.”

Even though we’ve been doing it for a while, we are still discovering nuances of domestic discipline. That’s not surprising. We have no model of the correct way to practice it. Neither of us was spanked as children, so we don’t even have the parental discipline model to draw on. Mrs. Lion doesn’t read any of the blogs written by others practicing domestic discipline. She is discovering what to do on her own.

Our current situation is a good example of how to manage a domestic discipline marriage when something interferes with the ability of one spouse being unable to administer needed punishments. In the past, when I’ve been sick, Mrs. Lion forgave offenses.  I’m not talking about things I couldn’t perform because I was sick. I committed offenses that had nothing to do with my temporary disability. She said that too much time had passed between the offense and her ability to spank me.

This time is different. Mrs. Lion isn’t forgiving anything. She is letting me know on a daily basis that I will be spanked when she feels able. She’s also said that if she doesn’t feel up to a punishment-grade spanking, she will stop and continue the next day. This is brand new. I think it is an important step. The inevitability of punishment is very important. I have been informed that when she is able, Mrs. Lion will deliver a full two-offense spanking. That’s fifteen minutes of hard paddling. If she can’t do the entire fifteen minutes at one time, she will finish the next day. Believe me. Whenever she decides to do it, I will remember why my bottom is burning.