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We’ve made progress with domestic discipline. Mrs. Lion spanked me for interrupting a few weeks ago. That offense was particularly egregious and there was no ambiguity about what I did. I deserved to be spanked, and Mrs. Lion made sure that I felt it for three days after she finished. I’m not complaining. I deserved it.

Since then, she’s growled at me a couple of times for interrupting. We agreed some time ago that anything that is growl-worthy deserves a spanking. Maybe I should have reminded her at the time, but I didn’t because reminding her would get me a painful spanking. I should have said something, and I’m sorry that I didn’t.

I think that I would benefit if Mrs. Lion were much quicker on the trigger. What seems to happen is that once she just growls or snarls, her threshold of triggering a spanking gets less sensitive. I should remind her by asking if I earned a spanking every time she growls at me. In the moment, my dislike of being spanked cuts in, and I’m silent.

In an ideal world, Mrs. Lion would routinely spank me every time she feels the urge to growl at me. That makes sense as a starting goal. I think that the main reason we have so much difficulty with subjective offenses is that Mrs. Lion has a lifelong habit of disregarding them. It’s difficult to change something that is ingrained.

I’ve been thinking about this. I’m writing with an unspanked bottom, so my objectivity is good right now. I think that a good way to fix this is to maintain zero tolerance for anything that might trigger a growl or snarl. I suggest that every time Mrs. Lion feels the urge to grow, she spanks me. I’m sure that this will result in a lot of spankings for trivial annoyances. It doesn’t matter. This is exactly how Mrs. Lion learned to spank me every time I broke a rule. There is never a doubt that not setting up the coffee pot will escape a spanking. It never does.  I think that it’s time to apply the same consistency to growl-worthy behavior.

Should I be required to remind Mrs. Lion? I should. I resist doing it because I know what happens when I do. Yet I expect Mrs. Lion to overcome her resistance and spank me. That is unfair of me. I have a thought. If I fail to self-report when Mrs. Lion growls, my spanking goes to fifteen minutes. This doesn’t mean that Mrs. Lion should lay in wait to see if I self-report, at least not in the beginning. With this rule in place, I am as responsible as she is when it comes to spotting annoying behavior.

What do you think, Mrs. Lion?

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In: Spanking games, Sex

Lion didn’t seem interested in playing last night. Granted, I was only fondling him under the covers and he did purr a few times, but he didn’t do more than that. What did I want him to do? I don’t know. He says he doesn’t want to ask for sex. He says he doesn’t want me to ask if he wants sex. I’m supposed to tell him he wants sex. Or, more correctly, that I want to play with him. Then, even if he really isn’t in the mood, I’m supposed to do it anyway.

I have a problem with that. If he’s really not in the mood, it’s an uphill battle to get him turned on. By rights, I can’t just launch into clothespins or whatever without getting him at least a little turned on. But sometimes I can’t get him turned on without doing something to him. Catch 22.

If he doesn’t say he wants sex and I don’t start anything because I don’t know if he wants sex, we’re each left wondering what the other is thinking. Usually, I’m thinking, “Does he want sex?” And he’s probably thinking, “Why doesn’t she know I want sex?” And around and around we go.

Last night, I assume, he didn’t want sex because his tummy was bothering him. The thought just occurred to me that I bought a red light/green light toy a few years ago to signal when I was or wasn’t in the mood to give him attention. I never really used it. I saw it around here somewhere recently. Maybe Lion should use it to signal me. He’d probably see it the same as asking for sex, though.

Another thing that just occurred to me is that yesterday was punishment day, so maybe Lion didn’t think there was a possibility of fun. I didn’t swat him because he got a lot of swats for our football game. I’m happy to say our team won and is now in the playoffs. That’s good and bad news for Lion. Next week is the last game of the season. If our team lost, he would have been spanked ten swats for each point. However, since there will be at least one post season game, he’ll get more swats then. Don’t let him tell you he isn’t looking forward to it.

[Lion — You didn’t hear me say anything, did you?]

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In: Nudity, Spanking

Happy Nude Year is one of the leading Twitter topics (on New Year’s Day). Kinda fun, don’t you think? I spend most of my days nude or nearly nude. In all of 2022, I spent less than a week wearing more than a t-shirt. It’s gotten so “normal” for me that Mrs. Lion doesn’t even notice. For that matter, neither do I. While she was out of work, Mrs. Lion also spent most days clothing-free.

I never planned on being a nudist. It started almost twenty years ago when Mrs. Lion began staying over at my house. At the time, we were experimenting with her being in charge. I had the idea that if I weren’t allowed to wear clothes at home, it would emphasize her dominance. It also made my bottom instantly available for correction. I don’t think that she had any feelings on the subject, but it turned me on. So she adopted the rule.

The idea was that the most I could wear at home was a t-shirt unless I was really cold. In that situation, I could add sweatpants. My house was usually comfortably warm. I never needed more than the t-shirt. Mrs. Lion never punished me for being dressed. I don’t think I ever broke that rule. She never mentioned it to me. Being naked was normal for me. It felt odd if I wore anything at home. After nearly two decades, the subject never comes up, and all I wear is a t-shirt.

The only reason I thought about this was seeing the Twitter prompt. All my years are nude. The days are long gone when I gave thought to the idea that my exposure was a sign of my submission to my lioness. It doesn’t matter. It remains a valid expression of our power exchange. When I wear a male chastity device, I feel her power for the first few days of wearing it. Then, like my nudity, it becomes just part of my lot in life. Truth be told, I rarely think about Mrs. Lion’s control of my orgasms. It’s just the way things are.

That’s both good and bad news. It’s good in the sense that she never has to worry about me masturbating. She knows that she is my sole source of sexual pleasure. The bad news is that orgasm control and nudity have lost their ability to remind me of her control. Domestic discipline is the one remaining element that maintains the power to remind me of our roles. Every time she spanks me, I am fully aware that she is in charge.

I always liked the idea of being spanked. For many years, Mrs. Lion gave me BDSM spankings because I wanted them. They didn’t imply any real power exchange. Once Mrs. Lion began giving me truly unpleasant spankings when she decided I needed one, I felt her control. Even the punishment day spankings have that effect on me. This is because she can choose to use a wooden paddle for ten minutes or a leather one for just five. Both hurt, but obviously, the wood paddle is much more difficult to take.

Mrs. Lion isn’t interested in my input. If I complain or yelp, she considers that encouragement. Spankings are supposed to hurt. Her spankings hurt a lot. When I complain about a sore bottom, she smiles and says, “Good.” We haven’t discussed it, but perhaps one reason we need to have frequent spankings is that it’s the only remaining reminder of our power exchange.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Lion didn’t want IcyHot or ginger last night. I should have made him do it anyway, but aside from showing him that what I say goes, what would it have done? He’s not suddenly going to be excited about IcyHot or ginger because I said so. On the other hand, if he was looking for me to show my power over him, he might have snapped to it. Damned if you do. Damned if you don’t.

Today, unless he doesn’t feel like being swatted, we’ll play our football spanking game. We record the game and watch it later. I avoid looking at anything that will show me the score. I scroll quickly past anything NY Giant related on Facebook. While I hate their penchant for winning or losing in the last seconds of a game, I still like to watch it with Lion without knowing what will happen, nerve wracking as it is.

We had our steak dinner with Lambrusco. At midnight, or close to it, we had eggnog with rum and nutmeg. The dog was nervous with all the fireworks going off, so we had to be available for snuggles. I don’t remember fireworks being a thing when we lived in New York, but they were setting them off when the ball dropped in Times Square. Things change. I remember when I was younger, thinking that 2000 was so far off. It still is but now it’s in the other direction.

I still think it’s amazing, not only that Lion and I found each other, but also that we’ve been together so long. I want a lot more New Year’s Eves and birthdays and everything with him. Yes, every so often we get sappy. I know Lion also wants a lot more spankings and orgasms. That’s not so sappy. I’m happy to give him both.