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It has been a very long time since we factored kids into what we can do sexually. Now that we have a very young puppy, we need to consider how she might react to our activities. For example, will it upset her when Mrs. Lion spanks me? What about sex? Our mature dog ignored all of our play. She wasn’t concerned. I’m not sure Willow will be as blase.

Mrs. Lion will work it out. I’m sure my bottom isn’t safe for long. We haven’t done anything sexual for days. The dog is definitely responsible for that. When Mrs. Lion gets up early in the morning to pee, the puppy reads this as a signal that she’s up for the day and whines to get out of her crate. We can only sleep as late as Mrs. Lion’s bladder allows. Apparently, my lioness’ potty training is as important as the pup’s.

Having a new baby disrupts sexual activity. I remember that well. We are lucky that our new puppy is doing very well in terms of potty (Yeah, that’s the term the AKC uses for housebreaking–yuck!) training. She makes mistakes but manages to let us know and make it outside more than half the time. That’s amazing for a 7-week-old puppy.

I suspect that Mrs. Lion wants to give me an orgasm. That way, she won’t have to be concerned about sex for a week. That’s the sense I get now. [Mrs. Lion — Even though we both took naps Saturday, we were tired from our long day getting the puppy. In my post, I said we weren’t likely to do anything sexual. I was going to give Lion an orgasm the other night, pre-puppy, not because I wanted to be done with him but because I thought he was due and I wanted to give him one. I also wonder what Willow will do when I whomp Lion.] Her time is divided between the dog and her iPad. The dog isn’t terribly interested in me either. She follows Mrs. Lion everywhere. I’m apparently not that interesting to her. She’s happy to let me pick her up and snuggle with her. I have to go hunting to find her.

I’m hoping that both females here will decide to include me. I know they love me. It’s just that they’re busy right now.

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In: Lion's Journal

I have very mixed feelings about our latest addition. Don’t get me wrong, she is incredible, and I love her. She slept through the night and sat quietly at the door to her crate until Mrs. Lion got up to pee early this morning. She didn’t whine or bark. I’m impressed! When we picked her up, she did complain loudly for a while when we put her in her crate for the ride home. She seemed to like the “Doggy” song when we asked Alexa to play it. Yes, we have Alexa built-in our car.

She settled down for the nearly four-hour ride home. She didn’t pee in the crate. What a great pup! She’s affectionate and very sweet. She has Mrs. Lion wrapped around her little paw. I’ll have to ask Willow how she did it. She’s only seven weeks old and takes lots of naps. During one, I completed her AKC registration.

All this is great. We’re both very happy she’s here. Of course, the more difficult times are a month or two from now when she starts teething. It doesn’t matter. Mrs. Lion absolutely loves puppies. OK, so do I. Willow’s excellent manners remind me of our recently deceased dog, Daisy. She also quietly stayed in her crate right from the start. She also liked to get under the bed. Daisy considered that area her private cave. Even in the end, when she was in horrible pain, she found a way to get under once in a while for a nap.

I miss her. Mrs. Lion says I was her human. I don’t know about that, but that silly dog was a big part of my life for almost nine years. I don’t resent the new addition. I know she isn’t taking Daisy’s place. Seeing her doing the same things that Daisy did at her age makes me sad. I feel guilty that I didn’t know we were hurting her when we had her spayed. Yes, I realize that she was over seven years old when the study was published that links joint disease with spaying. Still, it was my misguided effort to help her that brought her so much pain.

We won’t make that mistake again. I’m glad we have another chance with Willow.

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Mrs. Lion spanked me on Thursday night. It was the promised “just because” spanking. It was ten minutes of pain. Actually, it was more than ten minutes. Mrs. Lion ignored the timer going off and continued to paddle me very hard. She used a variety of instruments. I don’t know which, of course.

Thursday night’s effort. Mrs. Lion spent extra time on my crack and upper buns.

She paid a lot of attention to my crack. This part of my bottom escaped attention until recently. When she decides to beat me there, I get an interesting set of conflicting sensations. When she spreads my cheeks for access, it feels sexy. Then when she uses her paddle, it really hurts. The flesh there is tender, virgin territory. On Thursday, she spread me particularly wide and used her paddle on the very sensitive skin around my anus. Fortunately, she didn’t spend much time there. While Mrs. Lion increased the time she worked in my crack, it was still mercifully short. I know she will be spending a lot more time there as she works out her technique.

Before I began getting disciplinary spankings, I didn’t spend time thinking about how I could be spanked more effectively. I realize that suggesting improvements now makes things worse for me. One way Mrs. Lion can learn what works with me is through my input. She can consider what I say in the context of her experience with the paddle.

Spanking can be considered a brute force exercise where the paddle is firmly applied until the recipient displays proper remorse. This is the traditional technique. The disciplined husband isn’t expected to “help” his wife. My BDSM experience has taught me that technique is important, even when punishing a naughty husband. I have a duty to report my impressions to Mrs. Lion. If she chooses to use them is up to her.

I’m discovering that there are two distinct objectives in adult punishment spanking. The first is to make the experience as safely painful as possible. The second is to assure the spanking is felt for days afterward. You might believe that good, hard paddling will achieve both. It can, but my experience shows it doesn’t always.

Today, Friday, I don’t feel any sharp pain after my spanking. I do feel a bit of soreness when I sit. It is very subtle. Mrs. Lion has learned that when she uses the spanking spoon, which raises blisters and makes me bleed, it will also give me a sore bottom for two or three days. It doesn’t produce a lot of red, but it creates those bloody, blistered areas. I rarely show bruises back there. I suspect the spoon bruises me too.

The larger paddles sting. Mrs. Lion hasn’t used one exclusively on my cheeks. She needs a small one for my crack. Would ten minutes of concentrated spanking with the larger paddles create a memorable spanking? By the way, this doesn’t include the small, round-headed bloodwood paddle. I’m referring to her leather paddle and large, round, zebrawood monster. If traditional spankers are to be believed, energetic use of either of those will create blisters as well as a very sore, red bottom.

I become a bit numb after a while when being paddled. Mrs. Lion overcomes this easily by dialing up the force. So far, she hasn’t done any real damage, no matter how hard she hits. I think she knows how to make me very unhappy when I have to ride my spanking bench. I also know she enjoys experimenting. Poor me!

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In: Lion's Journal

There are days when I lose my way. After Mrs. Lion kissed me goodbye and left for work, I followed my usual routine. I washed and shaved. I brushed my teeth. Then, I went into my office and told Alexa to play Mozart symphonies. She isn’t very good at playing the ones I ask for. But, she manages to find something by Mozart.

Then, I opened the manuscript for my new book. Writing is going very slowly. I’ve been listening to the audiobook Stein On Writing by Sol Stein. It’s an excellent guide. Hopefully, his advice will make me a better novelist. I’m losing hope that I can write something people will want to read. Writing is better than watching old sitcoms on TV. So I persist.

I haven’t been interested in sex. Mrs. Lion asked me if I wanted her attention on Wednesday night. I declined. I’m not sure that I said no because I wasn’t really interested or was put off by the question. It isn’t Mrs. Lion’s fault. I’m tired of sex being unemotional. I know, I sound like a girl. I know Mrs. Lion loves making me happy. It’s just that asking if I want sex is like asking if I’m ready for dessert.

Daisy when she was just one year old.

Obviously, my mood is dark. Part of the reason is losing Daisy. She was with us just a few days short of nine years. The image here was taken when she was a year old. Even though we will be bringing Willow home today, I will still miss Daisy. I know that people like to attach a lot of sentimentality to the loss of a pet. We want to believe that they are in a better place. I try as hard as I can to believe that. I can’t. She’s gone. My only solace is that she isn’t in pain.

I often read of the “rainbow bridge.” I did some research. The idea is that when a pet dies, it waits in a meadow until its human also dies. Then they go together into heaven. The idea is to provide comfort to grieving pet owners. I don’t like the idea at all. If you believe in an afterlife, then doesn’t it seem cruel for a beloved pet to just hang out waiting for you? What happens if the pet belongs to a family? Does it have to wait in the meadow until they all die? Nope. I want to believe that if there is life after death, Daisy is having a great time and not waiting patiently for me to die.

I selfishly want to be able to feel her snout on my leg as I scratch her ears. She helped me forget that my aspirations as a writer are doomed to be unfulfilled. That doggy smile and gentle reminders that she wanted treats let me leave the keyboard to pursue more useful activities. Willow will learn to ask for treats. It won’t be the same. Over time, she will learn to distract me. In the meantime, I’ll sit here and pretend to be a novelist.