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Lion made the grave mistake of getting me a new paddle. Why would he do that? He has to know I’ll use it. I mean, that is its purpose, of course. But why tempt fate? He’s been so good for so long. Well, he is due for a “just because” spanking. Even if he weren’t, I’d have to test the paddle.

It’s a leather paddle. It shouldn’t make him bleed. He says the leather ones don’t hurt as much. I say that sounds like a challenge. Can I make his buns hurt like they do when I use a wooden or rubber paddle? I’ll bet I could. I may not be able to move my arms afterward, though. Is it worth it? It might be. After all, I have to test the paddle out. How can I certify the paddle if I don’t put it through its paces? If I can’t move my arms, I won’t be able to jerk Lion off or give him anal attention. I’m sure he’ll point out that I can still give him a blow job. Smarty pants.

After I took the paddle out of its package, I playfully swatted Lion’s tush. He said it’s been sixteen days since his last spanking. He added that I can tell him all the times he’s annoyed me before I do a “just because” spanking. Thank you very much for the permission. He said he hopes I can get to the point that I’ll spank him for annoying me. He hasn’t really annoyed me lately. If I spanked him every time the dog annoyed me, he wouldn’t be able to sit ever again. He doesn’t think that’s fair. Why should he be punished for the dog’s misbehaving? I wasn’t really suggesting he should. It was merely a statement that she annoys me more than he does.

Poor Lion’s butt has a few hours left of unpaddled bliss. I’m sure he’s both worried and excited about being spanked. [Lion — She’s right!]

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In: BDSM, Domestic discipline

I have been thinking about spanking. Oh, no! You too? I’m being silly. Spanking has been part of my life for over thirty years. Until I met Mrs. Lion, I gave and received spankings as part of BDSM scenes. Sometimes, it was part of foreplay. It was never tied to discipline, even as a pretend scene.

The thought of being spanked turns me on. I think it is a form of sexual vulnerability. That’s an amazing state to be in. From my conversations with others who like BDSM play, as a bottom, we all feel vulnerable. Often, we are physically restrained so we couldn’t escape if we wanted to. That’s really hot to me.

Some people argue that disciplinary spanking is the real basis for BDSM “play” spanking. I disagree. Until several years into my marriage with Mrs. Lion, that thought never crossed my mind. Our play spankings did a good job of setting the stage for domestic discipline, but we weren’t rehearsing. The play was something else.

I wanted disciplinary spankings because being held accountable offered a new dimension of vulnerability. I am spanked because I did something wrong. I have no choice but to accept the punishment. OK, before the legal beagles go nuts, yes, consent is involved. I want to lose the right to avoid punishment. OK? Moving on.

In the beginning, our domestic discipline was more like role-playing than actual punishment. Mrs. Lion made some rules that I was sure to break. If I broke one, she wasn’t affected. They were rules like not being allowed to spill food on my shirt or eating before she starts. They were trivial in one sense, but useful in another. Offenses were easy for her to spot. It was more of a game for her. She didn’t particularly like to spank me, but she knew it was part of the game.

It turned out that taking this light-hearted approach worked. We got used to the routine of our roles. Spanking me stopped bothering Mrs. Lion. She learned to treat it as an activity she wanted to perfect. I learned that I would be punished every time I broke a rule. My spankings became long and painful. The rules might be trivial, but the consequences of breaking them weren’t.

As we evolved, the tone of our domestic discipline changed. The rules covered behavior that mattered to Mrs. Lion. I am to set up the coffee pot for tomorrow’s breakfast before 5 PM every day. That’s obviously important because if I don’t do it, Mrs. Lion has to go to a lot of trouble first thing in the morning when she is sleepy and rushed to get ready for work. The second rule is that I have to make sure the sliding shower door is closed at all times. This is necessary because if it is open, the dog goes in and tracks mud in the wet shower and all over the floor.

These are obviously very useful rules. Breaking one of them has consequences. I’m punished every time I break one. Mrs. Lion prides herself in giving me a sore bottom that will hurt for days after she spanks me. Good workmanship! Sitting here with an unspanked bottom, I can say that I’m proud of her for getting this far. During a spanking, I wonder why I got myself into this.

When I first asked Mrs. Lion to discipline me, I had an important motive. Mrs. Lion is a very generous and accepting person. If I annoy her, she generally lets it slip even though her feelings might have been hurt. Over time, these petty annoyances build up, and she gets very angry. When she does, she won’t yell or let me know in a direct way. She’ll ignore me. That hurts my feelings and doesn’t make her feel better.

I realized that this had to change. I suggested that Mrs. Lion spank me every time I annoy her. She’s found this nearly impossible to do. I still have hope that she can do it eventually. In the meantime, we have “just because” spankings. If Mrs. Lion feels that too much time has gone by since my last spanking, or she feels that I annoyed her and she let it slide, she will give me a “just because” spanking.

When we started these, the thought was that it reset our focus on our domestic discipline. Mrs. Lion and I can start to forget our roles. A just because spanking generally fixes that. More recently, before she starts swatting me, she will tell me that on this or that occasion, I annoyed her. She seems to be using the just because spankings to punish me for upsetting her.

This makes a lot of sense. I think she has a problem with beating me for upsetting her. I think her sense of fairness interferes. She will rationalize that my behavior wasn’t all that bad and that she was just in a bad mood. It seems difficult for her to isolate and punish behavior that annoys her.

I think this is temporary. By using the just because spankings to cover more than resetting our roles, she is building up to punishing me for upsetting her without linking the spanking to a just because event. Speaking of which, it’s been fifteen days since my last spanking. That means a just because spanking is due soon.

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In: Body Waxing, Anal play

I bought a small swing set for the dog. Yes, you read that right. I’ve seen toys that loop up over tree branches so dogs can tug on them. We don’t have any trees. I found a smaller version of that designed to go over a door in the house. Our psycho dog would probably break through the door. I decided a small swing set would be perfect to hang this bungee with a toy on the end. I set it up after work.

It wasn’t so bad to put together. It was driving the stakes into the ground to keep it from moving that killed me. As we know from the dog excavating and then bringing stones into the house, we have a lot of rocks in the yard. I hit one with every stake. To make matters worse, the dog would stick her head in between the hammer and the stake from time to time. I told you she was psycho. Anyway, I finally got it done, by then I was not in the mood to make dinner. I tossed a frozen lasagna into the oven.

I doubted we were going to do anything sexual last night anyway. It was the day after orgasm, and Lion usually isn’t ready for play just yet. Of course, he’ll probably say he was ready. It didn’t matter because when I got up to do the dishes, I was hit by a wave of nausea. I have no idea why. It’s been happening from time to time lately. It’s weird. But I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.

Tonight, I’ll bring out the massage table and get ready for some anal play. Will his front get any attention tonight? I don’t know. Technically, I agreed to play with him every other night. Anal play is play. I’m not legally obligated to do any more than stick something up his ass. I probably will. His “poor Lion” face is too hard to resist.

In other news, when I was giving him his blow job the other night, I noticed he’s gotten somewhat furry. I’ll have to take care of that this weekend. Rip those hairs right out so they can’t tickle my nose. Plus, he’s got some long ones on his balls. I guess I’ll find out how bad it is on his rear tonight.

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In: BDSM

This morning the temperature was a chilly 44o F. I guess fall is on the way. On Monday night Mrs. Lion gave me a delightful oral orgasm after an eleven-day wait. This is about average lately. She has me wearing my shock collar on a daily basis from when I get into my home office until I take my shower in the evening. The first day I wore it, she gave me a friendly vibe and a test shock to get the level high enough to get my attention. I got a vibe the second day and another today.

Things have been pretty quiet around here. That’s fine with me. I’m busy writing and learning about farming. It turns out that the Aerogarden food that we bought with our farms just doesn’t produce good-tasting strawberries or tomatoes. The strawberries have been sour, and the tomatoes nearly tasteless. I’ve ordered different foods. Hopefully, we’ll get the flavors we were promised.

Mrs. Lion is determined to get anal play going again. In a way, I’m glad. It’s probably one of the most dominant activities she can do. I’m glad she’s persisting. I’m not so glad while she is doing it. I wish I could explain exactly why I like this. I can’t. All I know is that it works to charge my sexual battery. BDSM is a necessary lion vitamin complex, I guess.

I’m sorry that this is such a short post, but my other writing project awaits.