My health insurance practices enforced male chastity. No kidding, it really does. My prescription policy limits ED drugs to six doses a month. Even though generic Viagra and Cialis are less than a dollar a pill, the insurance will only dole out six pills a month. My injectible boner drug is also limited to six shots a month.

That means the insurance gods have decreed that men who need ED meds may ejaculate only once every five days. Mrs. Lion limits mine to one every seven to ten days. The insurance company is a kinder keyholder. I wonder how the insurance company came up with their five-day boner rule. Did a panel of doctors and pharmacists vote on what they thought was good for men?

Apparently, they’re wrong. Harvard Universityconducted a comprehensive study to compare frequency of ejaculation and prostate cancer. Here’s what they found:

“Compared to men who reported 4–7 ejaculations per month across their lifetimes, men who ejaculated 21 or more times a month enjoyed a 31% lower risk of prostate cancer. And the results held up to rigorous statistical evaluation even after other lifestyle factors and the frequency of PSA testing were taken into account.” 1

I couldn’t find any source that suggested six orgasms a month was either typical or beneficial to men of any age. An Australian study confirmed Harvard’s findings. Optimally, insurance should provide 21 pills a month to promote prostate health. The evidence is overwhelming.

I can understand insurance limiting the quantity of ED drugs based on cost. Brand-name Viagra and Cialis were over $20 a pill. But the generics are less than fifty cents each if you buy them through a GoodRx coupon. My injectible is expensive. The GoodRX price is $400 for six doses. Also, the maximum number of injections that are safe is three a week. In practice, that’s way too much. So I’m comfortable with six a month. Mrs. Lion won’t let me get near that many orgasms anyway.

It seems that everywhere a guy turns, someone is telling him how often he can ejaculate.

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Unspanked for 32 days

I know I’m tempting fate; well, not fate so much as Mrs. Lion. There was no spanking on Thursday night, despite Mrs. Lion”s comment in her post yesterday,

“I didn’t spank him last night. Maybe I should have. Maybe I will tonight. I was going to mow the lawn, but clearly he needs the attention more.”

My bottom remains pristine and unspanked. This is one of those situations that even I have to agree that I need correction. It doesn’t help that I’ve been horny the past couple of days. When I’m in heat, I tend to favor getting my bottom roasted. This desire to be spanked only lasts until I’m told to ride the spanking bench. Then I’m positive that I no longer need to be spanked. Of course, it’s too late to escape. I have a feeling that blistering my bottom is still a priority.

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