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I guess I was thinking like our last move that had to be done very quickly. I’ve been looking for houses to rent. Lion says we have time. It’s true. We need to pack, but then we’re in the catch-22 of we-can’t-pack-until-we-have-a-place-to-go. We also had the camper last time. We were able to park that in the backyard and sleep in it for a night or two before the movers brought our stuff. That’s not an option now. Oh well. We’ll figure it out.

Now that the car is sort of taken care of and the house hunting isn’t in panic mode, maybe we can get back to normal around here. Lion brought out the Edex the other night but we didn’t use it. I don’t remember if he was snoozing a lot or if I was achy. Sometime this weekend we need to use boner juice and the spanking bench. It’s been far too long for both. Lion’s buns have probably forgotten what it’s like to be whomped. I can take care of that.

What we need to do more of is being close. Lion will say I’m on my iPad too much. I’ll say he’s always snoozing. Both are true. We both need to make an effort to be more connected. I don’t mean just sex, but that’s part of it. It’s been a long time since he had an orgasm every night. I’m not saying he should. I don’t think he could. But he needs orgasms more often. I bet he’ll agree with that.

And he needs more spanking. He’ll agree with that here and all the way up until I drag out the spanking bench. Then he’ll be sorry he ever taught me how to spank. By the next day, he’ll be nostalgic about the last one and looking forward to the next one. Until that bench comes out.

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A lot of people like fear. That’s why horror movies are so popular. Being scared in a safe setting can be exciting. Fear is a big part of BDSM play. Head games are a treasured part of the top’s arsenal. I bring this up because it illustrates a very human trait. We are drawn to things that might hurt us. Sure, going to the movies isn’t going to get you killed, no matter how violent the film you watch. Nevertheless, you love the adrenalin rush being frightened triggers.

This desire for that primal, hormonal reaction triggered by terror isn’t very different from the apparently contradictory feelings I have about being spanked. I get sexually aroused thinking about a spanking. That’s not a terribly difficult thing to understand. The vast majority of both men and women admit to sexual fantasies that include spanking. The leap is when fantasy becomes reality.

Those same people who admit to spanking dreams are horrified when they are presented with adults who actually spank and get spanked. I think that part of their reaction is rooted in the sexual nature of adult spanking. It’s uncomfortable to be presented with dreams turned real. That’s probably why any sort of kinky sexuality triggers negative reactions in vanilla people.

The thing is that it isn’t just vanilla folk who have problems with kink. Many people who are actively kinky also feel guilt and shame about what they do. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing. There’s another sexual thrill derived from the humiliation of being discovered doing something shameful. That’s sort of like wanting to go to a horror movie. How many spankos fantasize about their bare-bottom spankings being witnessed by friends, relatives, or neighbors?

It’s all the same stuff. Guilty pleasure. Safe sinning. Spanking is sort of on the edge of this stuff. Spankings do hurt. I end up with bruises that hurt for days. Still, it’s safe. Even if vanilla people pretend to be horrified, we know that they dream about their bottoms being paddled just as mine is. The point of all this is that we humans have contradictory desires. I love and hate being spanked. It’s something I want. I hate the actual spanking. It hurts!

I’ve thought about this a lot. It seems to me that most of our lives are spent in the past and future tenses. We spend a lot of time remembering. We also spend a lot imagining a future. We don’t spend a lot of time in the here and now. Sure, we pay attention to what we’re doing in the present, but if we are completely honest with ourselves, we fill in blank spots with memories and fantasies.

It seems to me that the only times I’m truly in the here and now is when strong, visceral feelings are provoked. I am absolutely in the present while Mrs. Lion paddles my bottom. It’s impossible to be anywhere else. Similarly, during a horror movie when something scary or startling happens, you are in the moment. There is something very pure about those times. Add the fact that I find spanking memories and fantasies to be sexual, it starts to make sense why I would want the painful experiences that Mrs. Lion delivers.

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Maybe we can get back to sex again. I managed to locate a tow truck operator who was happy to tow our dead Hyundai Tucson Plug-In hybrid to the dealer. Hyundai agreed to pay the bill and also is paying for a rental car and any Ubers we need to get business done. I growled at the dealer, and he agreed to work on the car in the next week or so. Before, he said it would be three months.

It’s clear to me that I may have made a mistake when selecting the Hyundai. A car with only 2,500 miles on it shouldn’t have a catastrophic failure like this. We had a Toyota RAV4 for seven years without a single repair. The same was true of my Ford Mustang and our Ford pickups. The RAV4 had almost as much computer stuff as our new car. Anyway, we may end up paying a bunch of credit card interest on the rental car until Hyundai gets around to reimbursing us. The same is true of the towing bill we just incurred.

It’s been eleven days since my last orgasm. Now that the car shit seems to be behind us, the juices are flowing and I’m hoping Mrs. Lion will be in the mood for some lion love.

I’ve been thinking about how difficult we guys make things for ourselves when we introduce male chastity to our wives. We get all tangled up in various scenarios fueled by fantasies we read or create inside our heads. If we just introduced it as a sexual game that takes away our ability to jerk off, it would be an easy sell. Essentially, male chastity forces us to make all sex a partner activity. No more private porn jerkoff sessions. I’ll bet a lot of wives are like Mrs. Lion and don’t want their husbands jerking off.

If I find the time, I’m planning on writing a guide for women whose husbands ask to be locked up. It will be something the men can give their partners instead of the less successful fantasy conversations. I think this approach will make male chastity a lot easier to insert in a relationship. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.

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It’s hard to believe it’s only Wednesday. It feels like we have been fighting to get the car fixed, even picked up, for a lot longer. I stood in the rain Monday night watching one tow truck driver fail to do what it took another one about a half hour to do. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see that car being towed off.

Of course, the bigger problem is that the dealer can’t get to it for a month. That is until Lion called to ask if he should find a lawyer to sue them. The service guy told Lion not to threaten him, but then, magically, they can look at the car in the next week or so. Lion also got Hyundai to agree to pay for a rental until it’s fixed. Well, we rent it and they will reimburse us. Until today, they wouldn’t even commit to reimbursement.

Lion has been panty-less for all of this. It was a combination of my forgetting and not wanting to add anymore aggravation to his day. He’s been snarling at a lot of people lately. He’s had my blessing with all but one of them. I had to remind him he wasn’t mad at the person he was talking to, but with the company. Thankfully, his growling seems to have gotten the ball rolling. We still don’t know when we’ll see our car again, but at least it’s somewhere it can be looked at. At 3 pm, Enterprise is supposed to pick us up so we’ll have a rental car.

Not surprisingly, we haven’t thought about sex. Nerves have been frayed. Annoyances have been high. I don’t think either of those are good for boners. Once we have the rental car, we may feel better. We don’t leave the house often, but that’s by choice. Not being able to go out is another matter. I still can’t believe a 9-month-old car with 2500 miles on it died like that.

Tonight, we’ll definitely snuggle. We’ll go from there. For all I know, Lion will be incredibly horny once we get the rental car. Maybe he’ll need to recharge another night.