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Things are piling up here. This puts a lot of pressure on Mrs. Lion. It also makes me feel very guilty. I should be doing a lot more. I know that I can’t, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling horrible about putting the extra burden on Mrs. Lion. I’m pretty sure that my libido isn’t being helped by this guilt. I am doing my best to avoid making any demands on her. I only ask for things we need for the house or my health. I’m working hard on the concept that I shouldn’t want things for myself.

The other night, I mentioned that one of the people I know on Twitter is non-binary. I asked her to explain what that meant to them. They explained that there was no strong identity as either a man or woman. This person is female and a top. I was surprised at their self-identification since I know they (she?) has sex with men and plays with them. I can’t wrap my head around this concept.

I said that Mrs. Lion was binary in more ways than gender. She asked me what I meant. I explained that she had become a binary punisher. She has learned to deliver a minimum level of pain anytime I require correction. A “just because” spanking is more than ten minutes of very painful spanking. That is the minimum. When the punishment taxi meter drops, that’s the base charge. It can only go up from there.

I’m not complaining. It’s the best approach to punishment. As we learned in the past, if the perceived seriousness of an offense tempers the severity, I will almost always get away without even yelping. When the minimum is a butt-blistering spanking, I have to take any misstep seriously. I don’t like my butt blistered. Ten minutes feels like hours when my bottom is being paddled.

Binary punishment is necessary for me. Like most guys, I’ve been known to make a cost-benefit analysis of something I want. For example, if I’m watching TV and I’ve forgotten to set up the coffee pot, I might consider the cost of a light spanking is worth it if I can stay in bed and watch TV. If I know that I will get at least ten minutes of hard paddling, the cost/benefit equation tips all the way in favor of getting that pot ready. Binary punishment keeps me obedient. I never have to wonder what will happen if I piss off my lioness. I know!

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In case you are wondering, we are five posts away from our 5,000th post. There are no statistics on the number of posts published by blogs, especially sex blogs like ours. We’ve shared a lot about ourselves. Most of it is the very intimate details of our sex life. Every single orgasm either of us had since February 2014 is chronicled here. Since January 2016, when I started saving statistics, I’ve had 284 orgasms. This averages to about 38 orgasms a year.

Whether or not you consider 38 orgasms a year excessive depends on your feelings about male chastity. I would have liked more. It’s not a terribly interesting number to most people. At the very least, that low average, a bit over three a month, suggests that ejaculation is more of a treat than a routine part of my life. Before male chastity, I could come as often as I wanted. Since 2014, I ejaculate when Mrs. Lion decides to let me.

5,000 posts ago, I had no idea how profoundly a sexual game would affect our marriage. It isn’t that either of us wanted a femdom lifestyle. I thought it would be hot to have Mrs. Lion tease me and withhold ejaculation. It was hot then, and it is hot now. Over the years, a lot more happened. We have developed an interestingly kinky partnership.

I’ve had the “Lion” screen name for over twenty years. I picked it for myself when I joined a chat room. It stuck. In a lot of ways, it fits my personality. For years I imagined that it didn’t correlate well with how actual lions live. Why should it? Believe it or not, I’m not really a big cat. It turns out that purely by accident, I made a good choice of nickname. Our relationship is very similar to the real kitties.

It was always believed that lions ruled the pride. They ate first, let the lionesses hunt, and were in charge of the pride. They maintained their position until another lion came along and chased him out. The lionesses just looked on with interest. It turns out this isn’t true. A pride doesn’t include any males. It’s a group of lionesses, usually sisters and their daughters, who band together. They maintain and defend their territory.

Males have to be accepted by the girls before they can join. The lionesses give the lion some latitude. They do let him eat first. This makes evolutionary sense. The lions are bigger and stronger than the lionesses. They are useful to help defend the pride. Letting them pig out ahead of the others keeps them in fighting trim.

Even though a lion is over 400 pounds and a lioness is about 250, the male will never attack a female. Lionesses, however, have to compunction about biting a chunk of flesh out of a lion’s rear if he gets out of line. See the similarity? The average amount of time that the lion remains with the pride is two years. That is important. The female cubs he sires reach sexual maturity about then. Incest would weaken the species. One way or another, he’s gone before that can happen.

Fortunately, Mrs. Lion hasn’t driven me out yet. She has learned to make my hindquarters very sore if I cross a line. So long as I don’t break a rule or piss her off, I’m free to do as I wish. She allows me to make most of the decisions, and, like real lions, I appear to be in charge. I’m amused at the similarities between the real big cats and us. It’s fun for me to think about.

very personal information

Over the years, we (mostly my lioness) have shared very private details that probably don’t belong in our blog. For example, yesterday, she discussed the time she took off to visit her traveling kids without telling me. This incident really frightened me. I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t home when I got up in the morning. I knew she had school. I was working from home. When she didn’t come home hours after she was due, I got very worried. I called her cell and got voicemail. I texted and got no reply. I kept trying with the same result. I was really scared. She was either hurt or had decided to leave me.

We had discussed her driving to Oregon to meet her ex and her kids for a visit. We decided it was too long a drive. Apparently, Mrs. Lion decided that it was closer than we thought. Our recollections are different. She wrote that she called me from the road soon after she thought I would be awake. My memory is that she didn’t call me until after dark when she was almost there. By then, I was a wreck and was sure she was leaving me. I have a fear of abandonment.

When we talked, she agreed to come home that night after her visit. She did, arriving well after midnight. That was a mistake brought on by my insecurity. She should have stayed over and rested. It was dangerous for her to do so much driving. At that point in our relationship, we both had baggage that created this crisis. Mrs. Lion’s ex would never agree to let her do things on her own. Her solution was to take off. She made several independent trips to meet a man she met online. She told me about them. I was sure this absence was another one of those.

We were only together a short time when this happened. Now we are both secure in our love. Mrs. Lion wouldn’t roam without letting me know. It’s odd how differently we remember that incident. She seems to see it as me not trusting her. It wasn’t that at all. If she told me that she wanted to visit at the last minute, I would have probably wanted to go too and share the driving. If I didn’t, at least I would have known she was coming home to me. I think she told me that she didn’t want to call because I would have told her to come home without visiting. Her former marriage taught her to avoid communication. It’s hard to unlearn that.

I don’t think she understands how frightened I was. Even though we remember it differently, it affected us both. Thankfully, it didn’t destroy what we had been building. For me, this incident was the lowest point in our relationship. Since we are still together almost twenty years later, obviously, we have fixed things up.

[Mrs. Lion — Nope. Nope Nope. I sent a text to Lion around 9:30 am when I stopped for gas. He was at work and demanded I call him right away. I had to pee so it took a few minutes. By then, he’d looked at his credit card and realized I’d used it for gas. He threatened to cancel the credit card since I was leaving him. I said I’d come home. We finally agreed that I would continue on, I’d have dinner with them and return the same night. I never had any intention of staying more than a few hours with them. I had already ditched one day of school. And with Lion so mad, there was no way I was trying to make him madder. We had been together at least seven years at that point and married for at least five. Incidentally, I saw the trip as slightly more of a big deal than going out of my way to pick up the dry cleaning. Oh, by the way, I’m driving seven hours to get the dry cleaning. I’ll see you in about sixteen hours. Even my casual text to him said I’d be home that night. Late, but that night.]

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One area I am definitely qualified to discuss is spanking. During a boring hour, I searched Google for “best spanking paddle.” Aside from the usual commercial twaddle advertising paddles best left to newlyweds acting out “50 Shades of Grey,” there was nothing even close to a reasonable discussion of what actually works.

Let’s start with terminology. The word “best” refers to the most effective spanking implements. My research is based on both giving and receiving spankings with a large number of paddles. I learned the most from being on the receiving end. Unsurprisingly, the most bang comes from heavier devices with longer handles.

it all comes down to physics

I’m sure you know Einstein’s most famous formula: e=mC2. It is derived from a much more useful formula: force=mass * velocity squared. When it comes to spanking, a heavier paddle (mass) moving faster will hurt more. A longer handle will increase the speed (velocity) of the business end of the paddle. Another interesting bit of science is about the application of all that force. The smaller the striking face, the more force per square inch will be applied. That’s why a cane is so vicious. The long, flexible cane attains a lot of velocity. The striking surface is just the small diameter of the cane.

So much for the science. Let’s look at what I consider the best choices. I am not including devices, like kitchen equipment. These are paddles designed explicitly for spanking.

spanking spoon on lion's butt

1 The meanest paddle in Mrs. Lion’s arsenal is the Sporkwood spanking spoon made of Chechen wood. This paddle is available in a wide variety of woods. Chechen is the densest hardwood available for this product. It has a long handle and a small, spoon-shaped striking face. It produces bruises that I feel for several days. It’s easy to control. This is not a paddle for light, stingy spankings. Applied with vigor, it hurts a lot. This is the main paddle used to punish me. (Sporkwood paddles $39.99)

2 Plenty of sting comes from this gem. It is the ferule paddle. Master paddle-maker John Hanson originally made it. I knew him, and he made mine. He retired. Leatherwerks bought his business and continues to make the same fine paddles. Ours is bloodwood. It’s a beautiful, dense wood. This paddle has a flat, round hitting surface about three inches in diameter. Like the spanking spoon, it has a long handle. It isn’t as heavy as the spanking spoon. It’s a close second in terms of the damage it can do. (Leatherwerks, prices, and available wood/thicknesses vary. We suggest 1/2-inch thick)

3The Spencer paddle. A popular spanking myth centers on a contract for mutual spanking. The idea is that couples resolve issues by spanking one another. A lot of spanking porn has been written about this. Some paddle makers name a broad-faced, drilled paddle after this concept. Sporkwood follows this tradition with their Spencer paddle. It’s made of Chechen and packs a solid wallop. It has holes drilled in it. Some believe that the holes stop air from cushioning the blow. They don’t. But they do make nasty little marks sometimes. This is the sort of paddle that people imagine when they think of a trip to the woodshed. If you are spanked with this paddle, you will remember it with fear. (Sporkwood, $39.99 in Chechen. Also available in other kinds of wood)

split rubber spanking paddle

4 While wood is the traditional material for spanking paddles, inventive paddle makers have explored other, more modern materials for bottom blistering. One of the most unique is conveyor belt material. This industrial product is used to build conveyors that carry everything from refrigerators to rocks. It’s made from laminated layers of tough rubber and coarse fabric. It’s very dense and heavy. It also flexes so that the paddles made from it have a nasty sting. This particular model is not particularly beautiful. It’s a bargain and arrives with a very strong rubber smell. We left it on our porch for about a week to allow the smell to dissipate. Smell or no smell. this is a unique and very mean addition to a spanking arsenal. (cane-iac, $26.99).

5 Another inexpensive spanker comes from a company that specializes in fraternity and sorority supplies. It’s a mean little sucker made from oak that’s small enough to fit in a purse and mean enough to make me yelp every time it’s used on my tender hindquarters. If you are a do-it-yourselfer, you can sand the rather sharp edges and finish it with epoxy or urethane. You can add a personal touch like we did (see post). This no-frills bottom burner is a perfect starter paddle for the novice spanker. It’s easy to control and takes very little effort to make your point. (Paddle Tramps, $7.95 in oak)

summing it up

There is an amazing variety of spanking implements available. These five barely scratch the surface. These five represent the most effective paddles Mrs. Lion uses on me. All are well made and will last for a lifetime. We have no business connection with any of these craftsmen. Have safe fun!

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I hope you had a chance to read Julie’s wonderful story (link here). If you haven’t, I suggest you do before you read further. Some spoilers follow. She and I are very different people. At least we appear to be if you read our blogs. She has a long history of being a strict spanker. She doesn’t pursue a lifestyle dominant role. She and David enact scenes that include very painful, discipline-level spankings. She also has a very exciting submissive side that is super sexy.

As you must know by the very name of this blog, my role is submissive to my wife. She makes rules and punishes me for breaking them. That doesn’t mean she is a dominatrix by nature. She isn’t. In almost all respects, she is a traditional wife. She takes care of me and is happy to let me make most of the domestic decisions. She indeed gives me Julie-level spankings. It’s also true that I am punished when necessary.

The simple fact is that Julie and I are both switches. I have decades of experience as a top. I am absolute;y comfortable, even turned on by doing all the things in the story I wrote her. In fact, I’ve done them in real life. Many people don’t get it. Topping is a service. It’s wish-fulfillment. Most of my activity as a top was not with women who were my lovers. They may have suffered public orgasms at my hand, but we had never had actual sex.

The stories we write each other are absolutely sexy and designed to arouse. I want Julie to have lots of orgasms and think of my stories when she and David have sex. She wants me to think of her stories when Mrs. Lion is getting me off. It’s a sort of intellectual threesome. This isn’t a new idea. Before the advent of telecommunications, many men and women wrote to one another to arouse each other.

We wrote to each other without intending to share. Our stories are aimed at an audience of one. Julie and I know more about the deep, sometimes scary fantasies buried in our unconscious. We’ve never met or even talked on the phone. We haven’t seen each other’s faces. We have seen the rest of our bodies. You have too. Every image of her that I’ve seen has been on her blog. The same is true of her.  We may end up privately sharing face shots. I hope so. But as you can see, it isn’t necessary to be intimate.

Even though we’ve never been within a thousand miles of one another, it’s fair to say that she and I are lovers in the sense that we create strong feelings in one another. Words are powerful. She is a sensitive, intuitive lover and uses words with the same skill that I’m sure she uses her body to bring pain and pleasure.

visiting julie at her cottage

This is the first story Julie wrote for me. It isn’t all below. Please read it in its entirety here. You can read my first story and her reactions here.  Julie’s words are in blue. Mine are in red.

A few days later, and the day before he was scheduled to leave, Lion asked his wife, “But what if Julie or David get a spanking and I’m invited to watch? Is that hanky-panky?” She smiled at him and said, of course, it was. He should say he was not allowed to watch and excuse himself to a different room. “Yes, Ma’am,” Lion replied, quite forlorn. He would no doubt hear such a spanking, but that would do him little good. He could not even masturbate, given his wife kept his cock tightly caged and held the key around her neck, which would be hundreds of miles away. Lion sighed.

Julie sets up the situation. She makes it clear that if I had any idea of sex with Julie, it wouldn’t be happening. When I read that, I wondered where this could go. What happened next was a total surprise.

Lion was ashamed that he drove off feeling a little resentful. This was maybe his one chance to meet the blog-famous “Strict Julie” in person, and any opportunity to do anything fun at all was cut off at the knees by his wife. Lion was faithful and understood, but he was still feeling resentful despite himself.

About an hour into his drive, his cell phone rang. It was his wife. He picked up hands-free. She told him to pull over as she needed him to do something. Lion was concerned. Was everything all right? He pulled over. She told him to go into the glove compartment and pull out an envelope she had placed there before he left. Lion did so. It was sealed and addressed simply to “Julie.” His wife told him to feel the envelope and tell her what he thought was in there. Lion did so. He felt around and felt a small metal object. He held it up to the light. It was a small key. The spare key to his cock cage???

Wait a minute!! Maybe all isn’t lost after all. The key to my chastity device is in an envelope along with a note from Mrs. Lion. Maybe all isn’t lost. Great setup. It’s not cheating if your wife gives you a “hall pass.”

I arrive at the cottage and finally meet Julie and David. Julie makes a point that we knew exactly what was underneath our clothing.

The door opened, and Lion was staring at a slim, well proportioned blonde woman whose figure he recognized instantly. Lion blushed a bit at the moment, given what he had already seen of Julie from her photos and facially blurred videos and the photos of his bare spanked bottom and caged penis that he had himself posted.

“Lion?” Julie asked.

“Julie?” Lion asked.

They both laughed.

The scene is set. Julie reads the note and takes the key.

“What’s that in your hand?” Julie asked Lion.

Lion blushed a little. It was the envelope. He felt foolish handing this over to Julie now. Like a pervert almost. Julie and David were perfectly hospitable hosts, making him feel welcome. With her blonde-haired, blue-eyed innocence, Julie dressed just as you’d expect any upper-middle-class married woman summer cottager to dress, the perfect little hostess, her husband the gracious and gregarious host.

He wanted to say it was nothing and not hand it over at all. It was so inappropriate. But his wife had made him promise to hand it over. He had no choice.

“It’s, ummm, a little note from my wife to you.”

“What? Really? A note from the famous Mrs. Lion? How delightful! Give it here.”

Lion reluctantly handed over the note. “I didn’t know anything about it. It was her idea totally…” as Lion said it, he knew that, while technically true, the note did, contain all his fondest wishes and aspirations for this possibly once in a lifetime meeting with Strict Julie.

“Look, David,” Julie said, snatching the note from Lion’s hand and waving it in the air, “Lion has a note for me from his wife.”

“Oh, sweet. Let me see,” said David as both he and Julie went to sit side by side at the patio table, and Julie began opening the envelope.

There it is! The first bit of humiliation. Julie is sharing Mrs. Lion’s note with David. I got a sort of sinking feeling in my stomach when I read this part. Of course, she doesn’t stop there.

“What’s this?” Julie asked exaggeratedly, holding up the little key.

“Well, I can’t imagine what that is,” David said with a big smile. “Lion, do you know where that key fits?”

“It’s, Ummm, explained in the letter,” Lion said, wishing for the ground to just open up and drag him down out of his embarrassing misery.

Julie opened the letter, and she and David both began reading it to themselves simultaneously. “Well, well,” Julie said, speaking to David, “a full hall pass from his wife. The whole nine yards. And the little key is to his cock cage that he’s wearing right this instant.”

Despite himself, Lion blushed anew. This was not how he imagined things going down!

“Show us, Lion,” said Julie, staring Lion right in the eyes.

While the words were simple and clear, at first, Lion could not process them. Show them… show them… show them what?

“Show us your cock cage, Lion,” Julie repeated a bit more sternly this time.

See? She knows exactly what pushes my buttons. I wouldn’t have minded undressing for Julie. We know each other’s naked bodies. But in front of David? David! A man! Worse yet, both of them are fully clothed. Wow. She knows. I’ve had fantasies like that.

“Stand up, pull down your pants, and show us your cock cage,” Julie repeated, a distinct edge to her voice.

Lion stood up, unfastened his pants, and let them drop to the floor. Both Julie and David looked at him impassively. He reached for the waistband of his underpants and lowered them to his ankles as well.

“Lift your shirt. Let us get a good look,” Julie said.

Lion lifted the tails of his shirt above his waist and held them there.

“My gosh, that looks tiny!” David said.

“It does look a bit… confining,” Julie said, standing and going over to Lion for a closer look. She reached her soft hand out and started manipulating his caged cock, moving it side to side and up and down to see it from all angles. Reaching down and cupping his testicles, asking rhetorically, “when was the last time you came, sweetheart?”

Julie returned to her seat and just stared at Lion’s caged cock and balls. David smiled, shook his head, and went back to his BBQ, putting the steaks on.

At this point, Lion’s cock was trying desperately to harden and was pushing up against his cage in such a way that his penis tip bulged out to the extent it could and began leaking a small stream of pre-cum.

“Oh, Lion,” Julie said, feigning disappointment at his state.

His hardening penis pulled his cage away from his body, making the ring tug painfully at his testicles. Lion doubled over slightly and groaned.

“Balls sore?” Julie asked. “Serves you right.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”

I blushed when I read that. I also started to get hard. David going back to cooking firmly establishes that he is straight. Important information for later in her story. My arousal is embarrassing. Exposed and obviously turned on. 

I’m skipping ahead in this post. Read the full story if you haven’t already. Later, after dinner, things get worse, much worse.

“Undress, sweetheart, I can’t unlock you with your pants on, silly,” Julie said as she loaded the last few dishes.

Lion looked around. David was right there. Oh well. Lion stripped off his shoes, socks, pants, and underpants, leaving his shirt on.

“Shirt too, sweetheart, so it’s out of the way.”

Lion took his shirt off, leaving himself fully naked except for his cock cage.

“Hop up here,” Julie said, indicating the kitchen island. Lion backed his bare butt against the island and hauled himself up, so he was sitting at its edge with his feet dangling. “Spread your legs.” Lion spread them.

Julie positioned herself directly in front of Lion, between his spread legs, with his key in her hand. “Mmmmmm,” went Julie. Lion’s cage became tighter again. Julie looked straight into Lion’s eyes and said, “David! Would you please come over here and unlock poor Lion.”

Lion sputtered and recoiled a bit, saying, “no, I thought, you, I mean, please.”

“Awwwww, Lion, did you think I was going to unlock your cock myself? I’m a married woman. I can’t just go handling other men’s dicks like that, unlocking them willy nilly.”

“No, of course, I just meant… I mean, I can do it myself.”

“Nonsense, you’re our guest. And besides, I’m sure your wife doesn’t want you getting into the habit of unlocking yourself. No, David will do it, I insist.”

Lion groaned and closed his eyes as Julie stepped back and dropped the key into David’s hand.  David roughly handled Lion’s cage and genitals, unlocking the ring, pulling the cage off, spreading the ring around his testicles, and pulling that off. “Sorry, Buddy,” said David, “She who must be obeyed has spoken.”

“Oh, you!” Julie said, laughing at David’s classic joke. “You’d think you’d never unlocked another man’s cock before.”

“First time for me, how about you, Lion?”

“First time…” Lion said, squeaking a little.

Julie gathered up the apparatus, kept it all together, and put it carefully aside. “Don’t want to lose any of the pieces, now do we?”

As Lion continued sitting there, his penis began erecting despite getting bigger and bigger in pulsating stages until it was fully erect.

“I think Lion likes you, David,” kidded Julie.

“As cute as I am, I suspect Lion only has eyes for you, Baby!”

“Awww, that’s so sweet, honeybunch,” and Julie kissed David, a peck on the lips like two newlyweds in love.

“I do feel bad for Lion, though, all hot and bothered. Look at that thing and no relief in sight.”

“He can jerk it at bedtime,” David suggested.

“No, he can’t, silly. Mrs. Lion wouldn’t be pleased with that at all. No, sweetheart, we need to find another way. Maybe just a teensy tiny vow-breaking, honey? A little blowy for Lion? Would you like that Lion, would you like a nice wet blowjob and cum that way? I think we can bend the rules a little just this once.” As Julie said this, she positioned herself between Lion’s legs, spread his knees, and licked her lips seductively. “What do, you think, David, just this once?”

“Up to you, honey, you know you make the rules for things like that around here.”

“Ok, then, for Lion, just this once. Is that ok, Lion? Would you like a nice wet blowjob?”

Lion could not believe his good fortune after being teased by Julie before about the married woman unlocking thing. “Oh yes, Ma’am!” Said Lion, eager to exercise his hall pass in this way, with Julie’s soft lips and hands curled around his engorged manhood, coaxing an ejaculation right into his dirty friend’s famously slutty mouth, husband present or not, damn the torpedoes!

“It’s settled then,” said Julie, stepping away from Lion. Speaking to David, she said, “I absolve you of your vows just this once for Lion’s sake. Go ahead and give him a blowy, Baby, make it a good one!”

“Awwww, honey, no, please,” said David, “you know I don’t go for that gay stuff.”

“I know, sweetie, and that’s why you have to do it. It’s not breaking our vows very much if you do it kind of against your will, you know? If I did it, I’d enjoy it too much. You know that.”

“Awwwww… honey!”

“Get busy. Now!”

“Yes, dear,” David said.

“Wait!” Lion exclaimed, “how about me? I mean, I’d rather not!!!!”

“Your words say no, no, but that big cock says yes, yes, yes! Besides, it’s not your choice Lion. I know what’s best for you, and your wife has made pretty clear I’m in charge. Would you like to get her on the phone to double-check?”

“No, Ma’am,” Lion said, resigned to having a man’s mouth going down on his cock.

“Get busy, David, chop, chop.”

David had a distasteful look on his face but nonetheless bent over and gingerly took Lion’s still erect cock into his mouth and began sucking it. He almost gagged right away.

Her husband is sucking my cock. I’m very hard. I can’t deny that it feels good. Julie keeps giving David instructions. It’s impossible to imagine she is sucking me. I have to accept the humiliating truth that I like having David suck my cock. In real life, this scene got me hard. Dark, Julie; very dark.

In addition to giving David advice, she spanked him while he sucked me. He had his pants and underpants down. When I almost ejaculated, Julie stopped him. She reported the further humiliation of that moment.

Then suddenly, Julie pulled David’s head right away from Lion by the hair and watched Lion’s cock twitch helplessly in the air.

“Point of no return?” wondered Julie aloud, staring at Lion’s cock. It was close, but not quite the point of no return, and after a dicey dozen seconds or so, Lion’s immediate urge to climax diminished.

“Oh Lion, your expression is priceless. The two of you, in fact. I wasn’t going to end your fantasy evening with ‘Strict Julie’ with a gay-blowjob, Lion. How cruel do you think I am? Ha ha ha ha! I think you need to experience a real, honest, to goodness, no holds barred, Strict Julie spanking. What do you think, Lion?”

You can imagine my situation. Edged almost to the point of no return—my wet penis twitching up and down as if it had a life of its own. I imagined the look on David’s face. He’s imagined sucking another man. Suddenly, his fantasy became real. I’m sitting on the kitchen counter bare-assed and panting from the denied orgasm. Julie and David are enjoying my discomfort.

Next, we get to the Strict Julie spanking. I’ll let you read that in context. She spanks me with the fierceness of a lioness. I nearly safeword more than once. She leaves me red, bruised, and with tears in my eyes. David took a picture of my wrecked bottom.

“I am so horny now!” declared Julie. “Baby,” Julie asked David, “is it ok if I break my vows just one more time? I need Lion’s wet face eating out my pussy. And I mean now!”

“Of course, baby,” said David. “You have my blessing.”

“Lion, go to your bedroom, young man, you have work to do! David, you come with us. Take your clothes off.”

Lion shuffled off painfully to the bedroom. His brain could not even process at this stage that he would be required to eat out his blog friend’s pussy!

Julie rushed excitedly to Lion’s bedroom, stripped off all her clothes, and jumped onto his bed like an excited little girl. She settled seated upright towards the head of the bed with her legs splayed out on the bed in front of her. “Right here, bad boy,” Julie said, pointing to her smooth hairless pussy, already engorged with arousal and glistening with excited moisture. Lion painfully made his way onto the bed. His ass was aching, and he was not as young or nimble as he used to be. And this woman seemed insatiable. He crawled between her legs and began lapping at her tangy-tasting pussy.

“Do you like that Lion? Do you like the taste of Strict Julie’s cunt?”

“Yes, Ma’a…,” said Lion between laps, cut short by Julie forcibly pulling his head down into her hot wet snatch and grinding her pelvis into his mouth.

Yum! I wish I could jerk off! I love eating a woman’s pussy. Julie was all worked up from spanking me. Yummy and juicy. I was having fun! But then…

“David, go get some lube and a condom, and fuck Lion’s ass while he licks me.”

“Nooooo….” cried out Lion as Julie pressed him hard into her pussy and said, “Shhhhh, Lion, you have nothing to say about it except for your safeword, and as long as I don’t hear that, you’re getting ass fucked by my husband.”

Lion considered it, but no. He was a purist. The safeword was reserved for a dangerous situation, where injury might occur, physical or psychological. Neither of those could be said to apply here.

“Julie, I don’t want to either…” complained David.

“You shut the fuck up and do as you’re told. Do I need to tie you both up and whip you bloody to get what a girl needs right now? GO! NOW!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” David said, unwilling to anger his famously strict wife any more than he already had.

“And you just keep licking, Lion, that’s it, that’s nice…”

Soon David reappeared, carrying a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms.

“DON’T make me have to tell you again,” Julie said, looking at David’s look of reluctance.

“Yes, Ma’am, but…” David said, indicating his penis, which was soft.

“Lion, you have a wonderfully skilled mouth. Go fluff David for your ass fucking.”

Lion groaned but lifted his head off Julie, turned on the bed, still kneeling there, and took David’s soft member into his mouth and began sucking on it. He was beyond objecting to anything at this point. He had been thoroughly broken.

Julie reached into the bedside drawer, pulled out a dildo, slid a condom on it, lubed it, and then gently inserted it into Lion’s ass as he was sucking David. “You’re starting to feel how big David’s cock is, aren’t you, Lion. This will make it easier for you to take it. Let’s see. Ooooh, look how hard now! Slide a condom on him, and then get your head back where it belongs.” With that, Julie pulled out the dildo she had been stretching Lion’s back passage with and placed it aside.

Lion slid a condom onto blushing David’s now fully erect cock, and turned back around, ass up in the air, head down in Julie’s crotch, and began licking again.

David used more lube, prised Lion’s cheeks apart, and inserted his penis firmly into Lion’s still tight boy hole. He then grabbed Lion’s hips and began rocking in and out. Lion had never been fucked by a man before. He was a virgin in this regard.

Julie became very excited seeing what was going on and almost immediately bucked her hips and orgasmed hard while clamping Lion’s head to her snatch. All the while, David was piston-rodding into Lion’s stretched asshole.

“Keep going!” Julie cried breathlessly as a second and then a third wave of orgasm engulfed her. Julie was highly multi-orgasmic. Her record was eleven, and not just little crests, 11 full-blown toe-curling orgasms one after the other. The excitement of seeing his wife cum so hard was too much for David, who spurted his load into the condom while buried deep as possible up Lion’s ass. After a half dozen or so amazing orgasms, Julie grabbed Lion by the ears and pulled his mouth away from herself.”That was phenomenal, boys.”

David carefully pulled out, making sure to bring the filled-up condom with him. Lion rubbed his jaw, which had become quite sore from the vigorous licking Julie demanded and the repeated pelvic thrusts to the mouth he had endured.

Julie stood and said, “bedtime now, Lion. I’ll go get your cage.”

“What?” thought Lion. No! He had not cum yet. Surely he would be allowed to cum! Julie had, six times, and David had, in his ass!

“Sorry, bud,” David said, seeing the look of disappointment Lion was unable to hide from his face, “that sucks,” he added, feeling genuinely sorry for the man.

OMG! I had never experienced this. This is so humiliating! I had to suck a cock and then feel it fuck me! I didn’t see this coming. Worse, it was super exciting to read. Two straight guys having sex to entertain a woman. So wrong and so hot! Mean Julie wouldn’t let me get off. She locked me up again and put me to bed.

She isn’t really mean as you can read in the epilogue. I won’t give away the ending.

Are we lovers?

There is no denying that this story is a missile aimed directly at me. Hit me right where it counts! It’s just a little to the right of completely realistic. I can easily see almost all of it happening. Maybe all of it. I wish I could get off now! Mrs. Lion is back from her trip. Maybe she will agree to a nice blow job.