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Here I am, a day after two very different experiences. I spent part of Sunday morning riding my spanking bench. My rear was left marked and a little bloody (I always seem to leak some blood during a spanking). Later, after dinner, Mrs. Lion gave me a handjob.

That’s a lot of stimulation in a single day. After I was spanked, I didn’t feel any heat or pain. I was surprised since the photographic evidence showed that Mrs. Lion definitely made her point. I wrote about that yesterday (“Less Yelp This Time“). Much later, after my orgasm, it hurt a bit to sit on the bed. All-day Monday, I got reminders of my punishment. Odd.

In contrast, the orgasm was insanely intense. Every muscle in my body reacted. Sadly, no semen was produced. Unlike the spanking, there were no echoes of the pleasure. I didn’t get the lazy, sleepy feelings I experienced years ago. When the tremors subsided, it was over, back to normal.

Is there a lesson in this? Pleasure didn’t last as long as punishment. I’m still feeling the aftershocks of my spanking. The orgasm is just a pleasant memory.

The echoes of my spanking aren’t exactly unpleasant. After all, the idea of being spanked turns me on. The discomfort when I sit isn’t sexually arousing. It reminds me that my lioness can make me hurt as well as give me amazing pleasure.

Since I may not get myself off and I have no inclination to spank myself, both sets of sensations are her property. I need them to feel settled and balanced. It’s obvious why I want orgasms. I’m a healthy male. I can’t explain why being spanked is necessary.

You could point to my lifelong sexual excitement at the thought of having my bottom spanked. It is much deeper than getting hard when thinking about a spanking. I’ve had to end relationships that didn’t include it. I didn’t want to. I tried very hard to convince myself that a spanking was hardly grounds for separation. It turns out that it was.

There it is. A serious need for bottom beating. It isn’t purely sexual. I can function sexually without being spanked. I just don’t seem to be very happy if I’m not. For a long time, I thought that something was wrong with me. Why should a grown man want his wife to spank him? No idea. I just do.

Some guys go professionals to get spanked. They recharge their sexual batteries that way. I never did that. When I was the dominant partner in my relationship, female friends would give me the needed sore bottoms. My spanking partners had me spank them as well. It was fun and almost did the trick.

Things didn’t work for me until I met Mrs. Lion. She learned to deliver a serious spanking and enforce rules she made for me. I got to be my A-type personality with the understanding that any disagreement would be settled in Mrs. Lion’s favor. Cooperation would be encouraged with her paddles.

We haven’t quite reached that point. We are close enough to keep me happy and nearly in line. Mrs. Lion likes me to make a lot of the decisions. I do. She retains the right to veto and spank at will. She’s also learned to help us keep our roles in place with regular “just because” spankings if I go too long without breaking a rule.

I don’t know if it would work for other couples, but we have a very comfortable balance of power, even though sometimes it hurts me to sit.

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I received my first morning spanking yesterday. This is a big deal because we are both creatures of habit, and spankings have always been administered after dinner. Yesterday, as soon as I finished brushing my teeth, I was invited to ride the spanking bench. Yippee, I Oh Ki-Yay!

Like all spankings, this one started with a few warmup swats. Mrs. Lion went on to her usual array of butt-bruising whomps. I can’t explain it, but it didn’t hurt as much as usual after a while. Maybe it was her choice of implements, or possibly her morning energy is lower than it is at night. You can see in the photo above that she did create some blistering and a few drops of blood. The spanking didn’t hurt as badly as it looked.

I was even more surprised that there was no pain afterward. I know that Mrs. Lion hoped I would feel her spanking when I sat down at my desk. Nope, no pain at all. I wasn’t yelping much either after the first couple of minutes. Am I getting desensitized? Is Mrs. Lion letting up? Do we need to go back to the tried-and-true wood paddles?

Mrs. Lion was in a pretty good mood this morning. Maybe her mood softened her blows. Another possibility is that she didn’t feel that leaving the shower door open was a very serious matter. Most likely, the real reason was that she used the opportunity to experiment with various tools. I suspect her focus was on trying out different implements and not discouraging future offenses. I know she stopped and tried different things.

I’m sure that she will return to more memorable punishments next time. I was surprised at the blistering without the discomfort. I’m also a little surprised that I feel some disappointment like I got away with something. Weird, huh?

[Mrs. Lion — I thought I was still hitting hard, but I may have eased up because the blood spots happened early in the spanking. I didn’t want to spatter or make them worse. Toward the end, no pun intended, I was trying to make sure I got an even redness. Last time, Lion noticed there was a distinct non-red area in the center.]

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In Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday (“I Can’t Remember Everything“), she talked about a cluster of activities that made her forget to spank me. I forgot to close the shower door after I got out. Not a terrible thing, like problems in life, go, but enough to earn me ten minutes of spanking.

I’m not complaining. Mrs. Lion has a zero-tolerance policy on rule-breaking. It’s my job to close the shower door when I finish my shower. I was distracted because I had to take the shower speaker out for recharging. That is an excuse Mrs. Lion might use, but not me. Nope. The lion is supposed to obey his rules 100-percent of the time.

If you’ve been reading our blog for a while, you know that I don’t have perfect performance. I broke the same rule twelve days ago. Depending on how she feels about the fact that I forgot less than two weeks ago, she might amp up my spanking.

It may seem that I’m stupid. I don’t have to remember that many things. There are only two that guarantee a sore bottom: forgetting to set up the coffee pot and leaving the shower door open. I’m doing much better with the coffee pot. I will learn to remember the shower door fairly soon, if that’s any indicator.

Spankings aren’t a big deal for Mrs. Lion. For some time now, she’s been treating them as routine activities. There’s no fanfare. She sets up the spanking bench and tells me to mount up. She usually straps me in and starts beating me. There is no discussion, no ritual, nothing but the spanking. It’s clear that she is untroubled by performing this chore.

Receiving a spanking is not routine for me. I dread it and hope she will forget. Every second on the spanking bench is horrible. Mrs. Lion enjoys her ability to color my bottom and make me yelp. It’s intensely personal for me. It’s just the opposite for her.

I’m not complaining. This is how it should be. Punishing me shouldn’t bother Mrs. Lion. It’s a job she took on and performed as needed. I’m glad she’s reached the point where it’s become a routine task for her. If the Disciplinary Wives Club were still around, she would be a member in very good standing.

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Thursday night, after a ten-day wait, Mrs. Lion gave me a great blow job. She is amazing at oral sex! She said that there was a decent amount of semen when I came. This is a very big deal for me. Not long ago, I had dry orgasms; no fluid came out.

Web searches suggested that my problem was retrograde ejaculation. This occurs when the neck of the bladder doesn’t close during orgasm. The fluid goes into the bladder instead of out the desired path. This seemed the most likely reason for my dry orgasms.

Further reading suggested that using an EMS machine connected to an anal probe would help strengthen the pelvic floor (Kegel) and the various muscles that control the opening of the bladder. I’ve been using it for about a month. It seems to be working.

When the semen wasn’t coming out (or very little came out), during my orgasm, there was a sort of sharp pain that felt like it came from the tip of my penis. When the flow returned on Thursday, that sharp pain disappeared. Go figure.

I’m going into all this detail because this problem is common in men as they pass fifty. Any changes in ejaculation and peeing can signal a problem. The same day I ordered the EMS machine, I made an appointment with a neurologist. I’m going next week.

We males are notoriously bad at reporting medical issues and going for help. I’m committed to changing this behavior. I refuse to accept a reduction in the quality of my life without a fight.

lots of people hear us as well as read us

I did a Google search on “Male Chastity Journal.” In the past, this search yielded a long list of posts and pages from here. This time it started with listings for our podcast. We use Amazon Polly, an artificial intelligence service, to “read” our posts aloud. We don’t have the time or technology to do this ourselves every day. I’m pretty happy with the quality. I would sound better, but–oh well.

Anyway, I was startled to learn that our podcast is carried on Audible, Amazon Music, FM, Apple Podcasts, and a ton of others. I’m not sure how that happened, but I’m glad it has. There may be more people listening than reading. Welcome to our listeners! Check out the website. There are nude pictures of me! (Talk about a great incentive, LOL.)

I admit that it didn’t occur to me that a podcast would be that interesting, particularly one that is a computer voice. One side effect that listeners experience is that the computer reads captions as part of the podcast. For example, my post yesterday had captions with the images. They make the podcast less intelligible. I will remember that going forward.

Being distributed across so many platforms makes it impossible to know how many people hear what we say. I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’m always curious about our audience. I’m also amazed about our reach. Thank you for reading or listening.