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I am still having a lot of trouble in the orgasm department. I can’t explain it. Everything goes fine for a while, then, my arousal drops off. It’s a strange feeling. If the main source of my ED is psychological, maybe my inability to orgasm also is. Mrs. Lion’s start at a new, stricter domestic discipline regime seems to have helped me get an erection without Trimix. Perhaps the consistent application of her paddles will also fix my inability to ejaculate.

Yesterday, Mrs. Lion tried to get me off. She didn’t spank me. This fits an old pattern where I either get sex or spanked. There’s no rule that says we can’t do both. Mrs. Lion just doesn’t seem able to do two things on the same day. I’ve observed this in the past. I don’t think this is a conscious decision. I think this needs to change if we are going to continue her spanking experiments (“Time for 300 Swats Again?“) and keep trying to get me off.

We are both creatures of habit and have to work consciously to build patterns we want to sustain. We are both very good at falling off the wagon and losing progress we have made. One reason that locking me in a chastity device was helpful was that it forced us to build sexual habits that are still serving us well. Even though I don’t wear a chastity device, there is absolutely no doubt that any sexual release I get comes from Mrs. Lion. We’ve been less successful with discipline.

I’m not saying we haven’t made huge progress in that department. Mrs. Lion has gone from being incapable of making me feel her swats to very skilled at making me yelp and feel the results of a spanking for more than three days. It’s even more impressive that she’s learned to administer severe spankings without causing herself any emotional distress. She may not like beating me, but she certainly doesn’t mind doing it. The remaining hill to climb is remembering to spank me frequently and punish me for any annoyance I give her. If that means daily spankings until the disciplinary habit is formed, then that’s what we should do.

When Mrs. Lion goes into “experiment” mode, she tends to be more creative in how she spanks me. I think she likes trying new techniques. She doesn’t do that when she punishes me. At those times, she sticks to the tried-and-true spanking methods that she knows will maximize my discomfort. If she finds a new technique she likes during an “experiment,” she’ll add it to her punishment repertoire. I suspect she will add her “deep crack” swats to my punishments.

The last time she spanked me, she spread my cheeks wide and applied a paddle right down to my anus. Her swats were mild, but I expect they will get much harder once her confidence builds. She also paid attention to a lot more of my real estate. It felt like she was trying to make every square inch of my bottom equally sore. This required her to lift loose flesh with one hand while hitting with the other.

That spanking felt more deliberate. It wouldn’t be quite correct to say that I liked it better than other spankings. I don’t like any of them. I’m saying that it felt different in a good way, for now. Several years ago, when Mrs. Lion did her “300 swat” experiments, they started out like Tuesday’s. The pain level was medium, and I could feel Mrs. Lion trying new things. Each night, as her experiments progressed, the pain rapidly increased as she applied what she learned with much more force. I expect that her deep crack work will follow that pattern. The big question is whether frequent, escalating spankings will cure my delayed orgasm problem. If they do, I may never sit comfortably again.

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It took me about an hour to run my errands last night after work. Lion was on the bed waiting when I got home. I asked if he was going to do a boner shot and he said he thought we could try without it first. I was game.

The other night, when I snuggled close to him, I didn’t dive right in for my weenie. I rubbed his chest and stomach. I pinched his boobies. I let my hand wander oh-so-close, but I didn’t touch it. I did the same thing last night. By the time I got around to his balls, my weenie was almost at attention. Nice!

I hadn’t planned on spanking him if he did a boner shot. If he didn’t need one, I still wasn’t going to spank him. I did, however, swat his balls a little. Well, I told him he’d be spanked every day. I just didn’t specify where. (Actually, I never said I would do it every day. I only wondered if he needed it.) [Lion — I think I do]

To my surprise and happiness, my weenie was even harder. He never got to super hardness, but I had enough to work with. After jerking him off for a while, I asked if I could suck him or if he was good doing what we we doing. He wanted to be sucked. Nice!

By the time we got settled in for his blow job, Mr. Weenie had faltered a bit. He needed mouth to cock resuscitation. It worked, and off we went. I thought things were going well. He seemed to be enjoying himself. A while later, however, he seemed to lose some of his erection. He was still hard enough to continue, so I soldiered on.

I don’t know how long I was sucking him, but I was determined to make him come. I didn’t care if my entire body went numb or fell asleep. He was having a damn orgasm. Except he wasn’t. He didn’t. His erection was less. There was nothing in his body language that told me he was close. Or even far. When I finally stopped, he said it felt good, but nothing was happening.

He just needs more swats. Swats are the answer. Luckily, I’m pretty good at delivering them. I’ll spank that orgasm out of him yet.

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Silicone paddle just the right size to reach into my crack, Mrs. Lion’s new favorite spot to hit.

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Mrs. Lion took out the spanking bench on Tuesday night. She gave me a rather mild (for her) “Just Because” spanking. It had me yelping almost the entire time. As usual, she ignored my protests and went about her business. She commented on each paddle as she applied it to my freshly-showered rear end. She also commented about a new technique she created. She spread my crack wide and spanked right down to my tender anus. She seemed to enjoy this new twist. I didn’t. I know, I know, that’s the point.

When she finished, she commented that I was too wimpy and muttered that I might need daily spankings. I can’t argue with her logic. I wonder if she will follow through. Speaking of that, when I got out of the shower, she asked if I wanted to be spanked on my freshly-washed ass or if I wanted to wait a while. I said it was up to her. She elected to spank me then and there. I commented that if I had asked for a later spanking, she probably would have forgotten to do it. She didn’t disagree. I wonder if she will remember what she said about daily spankings.

Meanwhile, I continue to feel horny and I have been having floppy erections when I think about sex. This is encouraging. It’s also no shock that Mrs. Lion’s spanking didn’t hurt my slow recovery. Unfortunately, she has been a little under the weather. She’s been stuffy and uncomfortable. Sex may have to wait until she feels better.

I’m also encouraged that despite her congestion, she spanked me. We both need to restore the disciplinary attention I have received over the last bunch of years. When Mrs. Lion is in lion-catching mode, we both do better. It’s way too easy to fall into a non-sexual, roommate mode. That never happens when she’s on the hunt for reasons to punish me.

I’m sure that sounds odd to some domestic discipline guys, but it’s how we function best. Strict domestic discipline is both an aphrodisiac for me and an expression of love. I think Mrs. Lion shares this in her own way. I think that our rather unusual way of connecting is a structure that has evolved to help us stay close and connected. It transcends sexual activity. It may have begun and is partly fueled by my sexualization of spanking, but it’s much more. It’s a structured connection that underlines Mrs. Lion’s important role in my life and our marriage. There’s nothing like a bruised bottom to remind me that she’s present and has a strong voice in my life. If she follows through this time, i will have a thoroughly bruised bottm and a very strong knowledge that I’m loved.

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Long, long ago, in a house far away (I think it was the other house. I’m too lazy to look back at earlier posts), we did an experiment involving Lion getting 300 swats. I can’t remember how often he got those swats, but I think it was designed to get him used to being spanked more and to get me used to spanking him more. I can’t believe I gave him that many swats on a daily basis. However, doing it only on punishment days seems like too few times. Maybe we need to do that experiment again. [Lion — It was about five years ago, and I received the “experimental” swats about five times a week. Mrs. Lion didn’t worry about the condition of my bottom. She may be right about repeating it.]

While he was showering, I decided I would swat his buns when he came out. Then I wondered if he’d be cold or tired. Well, cold. If he were tired, a spanking would certainly wake him up. I gave him the choice of being spanked then or after dinner. I figured he was out of bed, and I was thinking about it. Then seemed like the best choice. Lion agreed.

I don’t know how many swats I gave him. I didn’t think about the 300 until this morning. I do know his butt has seemingly returned to virgin status. The slightest swats make him yelp. He really does need to be spanked more. I mentioned he might get swats every day. I’ll have to figure out how the 300 swats fit into an everyday thing. Maybe it doesn’t. There’s nothing wrong with doing a different experiment.

This morning, as I was thinking about things that need to be done, I decided I need to get rid of a few returns back to Amazon we have laying around here. Since I’ll be close to the grocery store, I can pick up the winning lottery ticket and a few things we need. More importantly, I want Lion to do a shot of boner juice. The other night, the injection didn’t work at all. It’s possible he missed the mark. We need to try again. If I time it right, I’ll be back not too long after he gets out of the shower and we can give that boner a workout.