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Our blog is Mrs. Lion’s main way of communicating with me about our domestic discipline. In her post “An Old, Married Couple,” she let me know that I was going to be spanked for pissing her off. It’s true that she snarled at me a few times but never suggested I would be punished, that is, until her post. I asked her if she planned to spank me. She gave me that you’re-a-silly-lion look and said yes.

Other times, when I broke a rule, she limited her comment to a reminder that I missed something. She almost (maybe always) never said she would be punishing me. I can’t remember any time she told me that she was going to spank me. I’m not sure that means anything. She spanks me when she decides I need it. But maybe there is a reason she never tells me what she is going to do.

She is even less outgoing about interrupting or annoying her. I understand that and I’m glad she can use the blog to inform me of offenses. Mrs. Lion has made a lot of changes to support my need for spanking/punishment. It’s not easy to integrate becoming a disciplinarian into an otherwise-vanilla marriage. She isn’t sexually interested in dominating me. She isn’t turned on by spanking me. It took her a long time to learn how to spank me without feeling bad about hurting me.

She works hard to assume her role, but it’s not easy. I’m glad that she’s willing to discipline me. I’m also happy she can use the blog to communicate her intentions. Some couples use emails for this purpose. It’s a lot easier to discuss sensitive subjects like this in writing. When Mrs. Lion worked away from home, she would also use email to let me know when I was in trouble. I would also use it to let her know when I was horny.

I don’t mind this at all. I would prefer being told I earned punishment, but how I find out isn’t really important. What counts is that Mrs. Lion consistently punishes me when I do something she doesn’t like. That’s what I need.

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I have noticed that writing posts in a blog is sometimes a sort of confessional. It’s anonymous and, therefore, safe to use to express our secrets. I wouldn’t be a sex blogger writing about all of my most intimate experiences if people I know could identify me. I don’t think it’s a matter of shame at the disgusting things I like–they aren’t disgusting at all. I feel that removing the cloak of secrecy crosses some sort of line that might shock them.

When I think about it, I realize that if someone finds my blog and reads it, they are expressing an interest in the sexual things I write about. They are unlikely to recoil in shock when they discover I get spanked. They may envy me instead.

Still, there is the matter of context. Years ago I ran for a position of leadership in a large BDSM organization. I was well-known to hundreds of members. We all understood the need for discretion. I was working as a management consultant and visited a client’s office. A member of the BDSM group worked there and recognized me. “Hi,” she said, “I voted for you.”

I was taken aback. I managed to thank her and get away as fast as I could. Later, when I thought about it, I realized my reaction was unnecessary. She didn’t out me. She simply acknowledged that we had some connection outside of work. It was the wrong place. It wasn’t, of course. It was my fear that revealing the BDSM side of my life would impact my professional standing.

I wasn’t doing anything illegal or immoral. I realized that wasn’t the point. In our society we hide our sexual behavior. It’s not polite to discuss what you do in bed. If the clothes come off, you don’t talk about what happens with casual friends or people in the office. At least, that’s true here in the US. Sure, everyone knows I have sex with my wife. They don’t know what we do.

In a way, that’s too bad. As those of us who have the ability to discuss intimate things here on the Net, have learned, sharing and learning from each other enriches our lives. I realize that most of our readers probably don’t practice male chastity or domestic discipline, but they are interested in it nonetheless. Mrs. Lion and I share thoughts here and profit from the feedback we give one another about our posts. It turns out that blogs have opend the door to many unusual sexual practices. I’ve learned a lot from fellow bloggers.

I’m not advocating revealing our identities. We are safer being anonymous. I am suggesting that blogs like ours are useful resources for people who may think they are alone with what they like. Isn’t that wonderful?

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Yes, that’s really us.

When we had dinner on Saturday night and I still been unspanked, I figured I had another day’s reprieve. Nope, I didn’t. A little while after we ate she got the spanking bench ready and handed me my waist restraint. I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood for a spanking. OK, you’re right, I’m never in the mood to get spanked. Of course it didn’t matter. Mrs. Lion strapped me down and went to work.

Some spankings feel worse than others. This one was particularly painful. I’m not sure why since Mrs. Lion was using her usual leather paddle, but it was. I was miserable almost from the very start. She ended it a little before the ten minutes were up. I’m glad. I had enough. There was very little damage to my butt. It was a bit leathery in two spots (one spot on each cheek), but that’s all. I probably won’t be so lucky next time.

Mrs. Lion said that she was going to jerk me off today (Sunday). That may not seem like a big event to you, but it is for me. Over ten years ago, Mrs. Lion forbade masturbation. I haven’t jerked off since. I am totally dependent on her for sexual release.

It’s been a very long time since she’s gotten me off by hand. My last handjob was in January of 2023. Every orgasm since then has been oral. I love oral sex, both getting and giving. I haven’t given Mrs. Lion an orgasm in over two years. She’s lost interest.

Over most of the last decade, my orgasms have been produced with her hand. In between orgasms, she used her hand to edge me on a nearly daily basis. At one point, I stopped responding and couldn’t orgasm, no matter how hard she worked with her hand. That’s when she switched to using her mouth for both orgasms and teasing.

Mrs. Lion likes to suck my cock. She really likes the taste of semen. Yuck! I don’t. How do I know? she occasionally feeds my semen to me. She makes me lick it off her fingers. The longer I try to stall, the worse the taste gets as it ages. I try to remember that and promptly consume it when offered. Lately, I’ve produced little-to-no semen. If I make some today, I wonder in whose mouth it will end up.

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I didn’t get spanked on Thursday night. Mrs. Lion was a bit under the weather. I’m very sure that she won’t forget that she owes me one. Spankings are almost never forgotten. I’m writing this post on Friday morning. I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. It’s unlikely that we will get home before six. I’m not sure if that means I get another reprieve. Over the years, we’ve learned that punishment has to be consistent to be effective. Mrs. Lion is very consistent.

In her post yesterday, “An Hour Long Spanking?,” she said I’ve failed to send her a daily email since moving. She’s right; I have. I thought she suspended my rules until we were settled in. Apparently, in her mind, the only rule suspended was setting up the coffee pot. The daily email rule remained in effect. This was a surprise to me. It doesn’t matter since I was in trouble for not remembering my pill packets earlier this week. I’m owed punishment any way you look at it.

Mrs. Lion’s system of only punishing for breaking very specific rules has one drawback: it removes a sense of danger for me and makes her need to create those rules. I’m not suggesting that she stop setting rules for me to obey. I am suggesting that she consider some silent, relationship rules to spice things up.

I do little things that can annoy her. As she has said, they don’t rise to the level of needing correction in order for her to feel better. I get it. Every couple has those little events that are annoying for a few minutes and then fade into the background. I think that those little things are opportunities to expand our disciplinary activities. No, it isn’t because our marriage will improve if I’m spanked for little annoyances. I will benefit becuase I will get more spankings for a reason.

I need regular spanking. It’s sexual and emotional fuel for me. No, I can’t explain why I’m wired that way. It’s a fact of my life. We established “Just Because” spankings to fill in when I didn’t earn punishment. It hasn’t been very effective because Mrs. Lion doesn’t remember to give them. On the other hand, if I break a rule, she has the memory of an elephant. The obvious solution is to lower the threshold on what earns me punishment. It isn’t because I need to change as much as it provides many more opportunities to catch me and punish me. We both like it when that happens. She likes catching me and I need the spanking that follows. It’s a win-win