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Yesterday, Lion had just started his call with the boner doctor when I got done with work. I headed outside to start rearranging the fence for the dog. The first eight panels went up very quickly. They were the new ones. Then I had to do a combination of disconnecting and dragging the old fence panels into position. By the end, I was hot, tired, and thirsty. It’s not perfect, but it keeps the dog contained. I was surprised when I came in and saw it had taken three hours to do it. I’ll fix it up and do some other chores outdoors tonight. I doubt I’ll mow the rest of the lawn until tomorrow.

The boner doctor call went better than expected. On Monday, we’ll head into Seattle for Lion to learn how to inject himself, and then he starts with the lowest dose, increasing until he gets to the dose that works best for him. We both envisioned an entire day spent in the doctor’s office. Nope. This is much more relaxing. And fun. If it doesn’t last long or even work at all, I still have to test each dose. How else will we know if it’s correct? The things we do for science. [Lion — Actually, the med works with or without sexual arousal. According to what I’ve read, arousal will improve the quality of the erection. If the dose is wrong and doesn’t get me hard enough, Mrs. Lion can take up the slack.]

Of course, I’ll have to try to rev the weenie this weekend. We can try. I never did test if sucking him would make a difference if he’s already getting hard. It may not work. I may have to try on Saturday and Sunday. Poor Lion. I have to be careful not to wear out the weenie before he gets the shots.

[Lion — At the doctor’s office, I will learn to self-inject with saline. On our way home we will pick up the real stuff. We can test for the first time on Monday night.]

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kitchen paddle spanking lion's bare butt
Bent over the counter, Mrs. Lion spanks me with her kitchen paddle.

We sometimes draw criticism because we discuss spanking in either a sexually-oriented tone or treat it as funny. Our critics say that means we don’t really practice domestic discipline. We are just doing BDSM play.  This came to mind when Mrs. Lion suggested we get a personalized license plate referencing spanking. I won’t go into specifics, but there are lots of references that would get past state censors. This isn’t the first time she’s made a humorous reference to her role. We drove through a town called Toppenish, and she commented that it was her city.

It’s true that in past years we did BDSM spanking. Well, she spanked me. Once we got into domestic discipline, I asked that we stop play spankings because they would confuse me. Spankings were a punishment, not play. OK, I admit that I was being a little extreme. I can certainly understand when I’m being punished. Anyway, Mrs. Lion agreed and since then all spankings have been part of our disciplinary marriage.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy the eroticism of spanking. And yes, we do make jokes about it sometimes. We’re not always serious and solemn about our domestic discipline dynamic. We’re human and we have a sense of humor.

We take domestic discipline very seriously and believe in it wholeheartedly. It’s not just a sexual kink or a way to be funny. We believe it’s a way to improve our relationship and ourselves as individuals. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun along the way.

So, to our critics who think we’re not really practicing domestic discipline because we make jokes or see the eroticism in it, we say: lighten up. We believe in what we’re doing, and we’re committed to it. But we’re also not going to take ourselves too seriously or lose our sense of humor.

we don’t see things exactly the same way

It’s obvious that Mrs. Lion and I have different perspectives on spanking. She doesn’t mind spanking me and is comfortable doing it when she feels I need it. She is amused by her role and enjoys occasionally teases me about mine. She knows that the mild, private-joke humiliation turns me on. A license plate that indirectly references that she spanks me is a good example. She’s right. I get excited when she references her role that way.

spanking paddle with his on business end and hers on handle

I think that her lighthearted approach to punishing me adds value to our disciplinary marriage. Aside from turning me on, her references remind me that it is funny that a grown man needs his wife to spank him to correct his behavior. It also reminds me how embarassing it would be for me if others learn what she does. We had a paddle that hung near the door to our camper that had “Hers” on the handle and “His” on the business end. It was visible to anyone who visited or looked into the front door. Aside from being a very good reminder for me, it was a sort of public announcement that she spanks me.

spanking paddle hanging on refrigerator

Most people would consider that paddle as a sort of marital joke. No one asked if she really used it, but we knew the truth. We used to have a similar paddle hanging on a magnetic hook on our refrigerator. There is was for all to see, proof that someone was getting spanked. I don’t know what happened to that paddle. Maybe Mrs. Lion should hang the camper paddle on our refrigerator and use it once in a while like she used to. [Mrs. Lion — It’s been on the refrigerator since we sold the camper. We just don’t tend to be in the kitchen together that often.] [Lion — Maybe it needs to come off the door now and then. After being applied to my rear end, I’m sure I would remember it was there.]

The kitchen paddle encouraged a sort of informal opportunity to spank. We’ve gone away from that and punishments are all ten-minute spanking bench visits. I’m not suggesting that Mrs. Lion change that. Those spankings work. However, maybe some on-the-spot paddling would be useful. For example, if I do something annoying, a “bend over” spanking would be useful. Then, later, we would have a spanking bench session.

There was something intimate and sort of fun (until I felt the swats) about those impromptu spankings. They seemed to work for both of us. On-the-spot spanking is effective for me since it happens at the time of misbehavior. I think it’s effective for Mrs. Lion because it reinforces her “catch and punish” approach that she enjoys. As much as the spanking bench is needed, I think it doesn’t satisfy Mrs. Lion the same way as taking a short spanking break when I need reminding.

Maybe this is a sort of play spanking. It doesn’t feel like one to me, but it isn’t given with the purposefulness of my disciplinary spankings. These spankings are in the same sort of spirit as the funny license plate or the paddle hanging in plain view. Mrs. Lion can give me one of these just because she feels like it. The point is that it lightens the mood around our roles. Nothing changes in terms of our domestic discipline, but it gives both of us something we need. I think we’ve forgotten that aspect over the last few years. Maybe Mrs. Lion should bring it back. I’d like that.

Note: Just for fun, I inputted the first two paragraphs of this post into chatGPT. It responded with an amazingly good continuation of the story. I included it in this post. It fitted seamlessly and unless I put in this note, I don’t think anyone could tell that a chatbot wrote part of this post. ChatGPT wrote, “But that doesn’t mean… to the subhead about Mrs. Lion and I seeing things differently. It blew my mind how well the bot got things right. By the way, our site is included in the dataset that trains ChatGPT.

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I don’t want to jinx it, but we’ve been having great weather lately. Yesterday, the fence panels I ordered arrived. I want to give the dog a lot of room to run. Lion disagrees. He thinks she has enough room now. I know he doesn’t like being trapped in the house. How would he feel if he could never leave the house again? He wants to preserve the yard, including the long driveway. We don’t use the yard at all, except for mowing the lawn.

I’m overruling him. I’ll give the dog lots of room to run and, if it becomes a problem, I’ll do the smaller area for her. It’s not often that I go against Lion. I have to get what I want every so often. This is a hill I’m willing to die on. Besides, it’s just more work for me if I have to redo the fence. In the meantime, the dog gets more room to run.

The grass in the dog’s area was up to her belly. It needed to go. I mowed less than half of the yard in about an hour. Tonight, I’ll start her fence. Tomorrow, in the 80-degree weather, I’ll mow the rest of the lawn.

When we snuggled last night, Lion said he was getting hard. I hadn’t done anything more than move closer. I started jerking him off, but it didn’t last long. Maybe I should have sucked him instead. I can do that tonight. I don’t know if he’ll have another spontaneous erection again, but we can try.

He has his boner appointment in a little while. I’m not sure what they can do in a video visit. If it’s just talking then I’m glad we didn’t have to go sit in a waiting room for a 15 minute appointment. Most of the time we see his glaucoma doctor, we wait over an hour for about a 15 minute visit. At least the doctor looks in his eyes and takes the pressures. I guess the boner doctor doesn’t need to yank on his penis. At this point, at least.

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Today is my consultation with the urologist about taking the next step and trying Edex. The appointment is a video conference, and the urologist is female (and Russian). Vee vill discuss your erections. I don’t know if she has an accent, but memories of Boris and Natasha come to mind. This consultation is the easy part. The next visit is more than a little daunting.

As I understand it, I will be in the doctor’s office, and she will show me how to inject myself with the drug. The injection is directly into the penis. That part doesn’t bother me too much. I’ve had kidney stones a couple of times and have had female medical personnel doing things with my penis. This visit is different. The injection will give me an erection. At least, it’s supposed to. More about that later. So, here I will be in the doctor’s office sporting a boner. It’s supposed to last about an hour.

The procedure is to try a low dose of the drug at first and then observe the results. I’m supposed to get a woody hard enough to manage intercourse. Who’s going to test that property? If I don’t get hard enough, they try another injection with a stronger dose. They can only do two doses in a day. I might have to come back and do it again at a later date.

If the injection produces a fuck-worthy boner, I have to remain in the office until I get soft again. Do I have to sit in the waiting room with a boner filling my jeans? Theoretically, the boner can last many hours. The ideal is a one-to-two-hour hard-on. Over four hours is considered potentially dangerous and requires medical intervention. I think that’s another shot with an antidote.

I don’t know how this will go. I suspect that there is a shortcut. They could give me a dose that should produce the required boner. If it does, they could send me home and instruct me to report back if I get soft too soon or if it takes over two hours. If it goes over four hours, they can tell me to go to an ER for help.

I would prefer just getting instructions on administering the shot and observation to assure the erection is hard enough. I can handle the other steps of increasing or decreasing the dose without having to do it at the doctor’s office. I’m curious to learn the process my doctor will use. No matter which way they do it, my erect penis will be medically observed. That’s a first, even for me.