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In: Games, Lion's Journal, Spanking
shock collar under lion's balls
This is a dog training collar cut down to fit around my cock and balls.

Mrs. Lion invented a game she calls Zapardy. It’s played while we watch “Jeopardy” on TV. The way it usually works is that she has me strap on my shock collar (it goes around my balls). I answer questions when I think I know the answer. If I get them right, nothing happens. If I get one wrong, Mrs. Lion zaps me with the shock collar. It’s a distinctly unpleasant sensation. Under those rules, I can avoid getting a shock simply by staying silent. We discussed modifying the rules so that silence gets me a zap and wrong answers get me two.

We only played the game once this year. I managed to answer the questions I chose correctly and there was no zapping. That’s when I thought about changing to the system where I get penalized for being silent. This was about a month ago. We haven’t played since. I think the problem is that by the time Mrs. Lion decides it may be fun, the show is already started. The only potential solution for this is that I strap on the shock collar every night. Then all Mrs. Lion has to do is open the app on her phone to play.

The other day I was thinking about our NFL game. That’s the one where I get swats anytime a team scores. It’s easy to play that game because football doesn’t move very fast and there is plenty of time for Mrs. Lion to get the swats in. With Jeopardy, it would be very difficult. Questions come one right after the other. It occurred to me that if we had a hand counter, you know the clicker used to count people entering a store, Mrs. Lion could simply click it each time I earn a swat. Then after the show finished, she could administer all of them at the same time.

I suggested that I get one swat for being silent and two for being wrong. There are 60 questions in the game. Plus the final question. So, if I remain silent through the entire program, I would earn 61 swats. The total goes down or up from there depending on how good I am playing. If Mrs. Lion wants, she can add “interest” by making “Daily Doubles” more dangerous. She could make failing to answer one of those worth three swats and getting it wrong, six. If she wants to be particularly mean she can up the ante. She can assign two swats for silence and four for a wrong answer. That would make the end-of-show reckoning considerably more painful. Or, she could have a coin flip at the end of the game and if I don’t win the toss, she doubles the number of swats.

This game is a lot easier to play. She put the clicker on her nightstand, so all she has to do is pick it up and we are off and running. We both like spanking games once the inertia is overcome. It’s a way of inserting some non-punishment spanking into our lives. It is also fun because we both like quiz shows. What do you think, Mrs. Lion?

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In: Sex, Lion's Journal

Mrs. Lion wondered in her post “Oh Baby, Oh Baby, Oh Baby” what made a man or woman a good lay. She didn’t comment on whether or not I am. I suppose that means she doesn’t think I’m a good lay. [Mrs. Lion — He is.] Of course, it’s been years since she’s wanted sex with me. Maybe that’s the reason. That’s sad. I always thought that I was very good in bed. I judged my performance by two metrics: One, my partner had an abundance of orgasms. Two, she kept coming back for more.

I’ve always loved making a woman come. From way before I even knew what BDSM meant, I found it incredibly exciting to push her right to the edge of orgasm and then stop. [Mrs. Lion — I hate this.] I love to do this over and over (except to Mrs. Lion). When my partner was thoroughly crazy with desire, I would keep going and let her come. I always did this with my mouth or fingers. Fucking isn’t precise enough as a tool for teasing. I learned early on that most women prefer oral orgasms. I also learned that after having some, they were usually completely happy to let me enter them for my happy ending. In my opinion, a man is a good lay if he provides an abundance of foreplay and then facilitates more than one orgasm for the woman.

In my experience, the woman is a good lay if she learns how to arouse me and keep me that way for some time. She needs to pay active attention to me and my penis. Simply providing her body for my pleasure will not make her a good lay to me.

When I was in my 20’s I met a woman who was incredibly sexy to me. She was also married and I knew it would be wrong to make love to her. We did hang out together. We never fooled around at all. We would snuggle on the couch and talk. I noticed that after we had been snuggling for a while her hair smelled different. I was sure that meant she was aroused. She didn’t make any move to be sexual and neither did I. But I loved that smell.

Over 10 years later, we met again and she told me she had a dream that we made love. I told her that I had the same dream about her many times. We didn’t make any specific plans, but when I was in her city I asked her if she would like to join me. I got a hotel room. She wanted to take a shower first. I asked her if I could join her. She didn’t say anything and we both got naked. We showered together and it was a lot of fun. She certainly knew how to wash my cock and balls. All that time she didn’t say a word.

After we dried off, she lay in the bed on her back with her legs spread wide. Again, not a word. I thought it was very odd but I was really excited. I gave her a little bit of oral sex and she didn’t seem to respond. I then mounted her and had a terrific orgasm. Again no visual or other response from her. When I dismounted she said that she had never come so quickly. “Really?” I thought. She could’ve fooled me. She was definitely not a good lay. Apparently I was for her. We never had sex again.

I don’t think I am a good lay for every woman I’ve ever mounted. Some just wanted to fuck. Sometimes I came too quickly. Other times I just lost interest. I never worried about this. I realized that sex is interactive. The quality of the lay has less to do with the individual than it does with the interaction.

For example, if the first encounter was less than thrilling, a short conversation afterward could reveal what needed to happen to make it better. It’s a learning process. Mrs. Lion and I weren’t amazingly good lays for us in the beginning. We had to learn each other’s bodies and discover what works best for one another.

I don’t think a man or a woman is a good lay. I think a couple is. Sure, the fact that I know a lot of ways to arouse a woman is helpful. But it isn’t terribly useful until I learn exactly how to arouse the specific partner I’m with. I’m a good lay if I am focused on her pleasure. She’s a good lay if she’s focused on mine. If I can approach her with the clear expectation that I’m going to give her an amazing time and not worry about what will happen to me, she will think I’m a good lay. I have to trust that she’s approaching me the same way.

Male chastity and orgasm control have helped me immensely. I approach sex (when Mrs. Lion wanted it) with no expectation of orgasm for me. I’m there for her. I want her to have as many orgasms as she can. I know that eventually, she may give me an orgasm too. I’ve learned that sex isn’t necessarily reciprocal. Mrs. Lion knows that too. It’s better that way. By focusing on one person’s pleasure at a time, success is very easy.

Bottom line: I think that a good lay is someone (man or woman) who is totally focused on the pleasure of his or her partner. A really good lay has no expectation of orgasm for himself. There are two things that make a person a good lay: knowledge of how to please his or her partner, and unselfishness. It’s that simple.

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In: Punishment, Lion's Journal, Male Chastity

You know the trite meme, “Be careful what you wish for, you might get it.” I’m proof that the old saw is true. I wanted enforced male chastity. I wanted Mrs. Lion to own my sexual pleasure. The idea of her teasing me and making me wait to ejaculate was the hottest fantasy I could imagine. Here I am, nearly seven years later. I can’t have an orgasm she doesn’t provide. It’s no longer a matter of being locked up in a chastity device. I’m conditioned not to be able to ejaculate unless she stimulates me.

I asked for it!

I wrote post after post about how I imagined life would be with Mrs. Lion as my keyholder. She read what I said, but didn’t necessarily do what I wrote.

I also wanted to be spanked. I wanted spankings I would hate. I craved domestic discipline with Mrs. Lion in charge. She experimented with the concept. It took a long time and we evolved more than just adopting a disciplinary relationship. I wrote endlessly about how I saw it working. Mrs. Lion read my posts and then did what she wanted.

That’s the point, isn’t it? She wasn’t supposed to be an actor in a play I wrote. She was to be my disciplining wife. The feedback I gave told her that her punishments needed to be stronger if they were to teach me. For a long time, it seemed like she wasn’t going to be that harsh.

Then she was.

I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but in the very recent past Mrs. Lion decided to give me what I had been asking her to do: her spankings became total misery for me. I hated them from the first swat to the last. When I forgot that last Saturday was punishment day, I was truly unhappy at what I knew was coming.

My spanking was pure pain. I know, it’s supposed to be. However, they generally hurt, but I don’t fear them.

I do now!

She’s not done. I know that one of the “wishes” I made was for a spanking to hurt for days after getting it. Sunday’s fearsome beating left no lasting discomfort. That means Mrs. Lion’s work isn’t done. Based on our recent conversations, she has adopted my wish as one of her goals.

Another unfortunate wish was that she disregards any complaints, screams, sobs, or other protests during a spanking. She would only honor our safeword, “red”. That wish has come true. On Sunday she was unstoppable. I squirmed and kicked. I screamed and tried to roll away. None of it did any good. Mrs. Lion wouldn’t stop until she was done.

I don’t think I ever felt that out of control before. I always imagined I could convince Mrs. Lion to adjust if I was too unhappy with my beating. My wish was that I wouldn’t be able to do this; that she would spank me more if she felt I was trying to escape my punishment.

That’s what happened on Sunday.

Mrs. Lion made a point of bringing me back for more. Much more. It was no fun at all. It was really punishment. She said that she had to be harsher since I haven’t seemed to learn very well with less severe spankings.

I can’t argue with that.

I know she can make spankings even worse if she wants. She probably will since she would like to make that old wish of mine come true: lasting discomfort for days afterward.

Stupid Lion!

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In: Lion's Journal, Punishment, Spanking

About 4 AM on Sunday morning I woke up and realized I had forgotten to tell Mrs. Lion that Saturday was punishment day. Damn! I know that I like being spanked, but I really wasn’t looking forward to being punished for forgetting yet again. This is the third time I forgot Saturday was punishment day in less than two months.

I went back to sleep and woke up again at around 10 AM. Mrs. Lion was already up and was typing away on her computer. I called out to her and let her know I was awake. Before I did anything else, I told her that I had forgotten yesterday was punishment day. I don’t know why it seemed so urgent to me, the consequences were going to be the same regardless of when I let her know. She smiled and said that she had forgotten too. Then she pointed out that it wasn’t her job to remember. I know that.

That was the end of the conversation. Mrs. Lion doesn’t seem to feel the need to remind me of what was going to happen as a result of my omission. She certainly doesn’t have to. I know full well what will be coming soon. I thought a lot about my upcoming spanking during the day. They weren’t happy thoughts; nor were they erotic. I kept wondering how I got myself into a situation like this.

Mrs. Lion’s current weapon of choice. This is her spanking spoon. She uses it to make me regret breaking a rule.

The last few times Mrs. Lion spanked me, she used the spanking spoon we had purchased about a year ago. This implement is horribly painful for me. Mrs. Lion says that I bleed less when she uses it. I wouldn’t know. All I know is that I really hate it. It has a long handle and a small, curved striking face. Even when she claims she is “taking it easy,” every single swat is miserably painful. Her comment when I mentioned this is always, “It’s supposed to hurt.”

Well yeah. Spankings used to be a little more fun. They did hurt and I screamed and wanted them to be over, but there was a bit of time in the beginning that it was kind of erotic and fun. That’s gone now. I get in position over the side of the bed and dread what’s coming next. Mrs. Lion doesn’t disappoint. I want to get away from the first swat to the last. I can’t help but try to roll away some of the time. It hurts that much. She brings me back with a nasty smack to the back of my thigh.

When she finished, Mrs. Lion said that she was sure she bruised me. She told me to lay still while she got a washcloth. Apparently, I bled a little and the blood got on the paddle which then spread it around my bottom. She washed off the blood on my bottom and found that I had just one small crack in the skin. She also wiped off the paddle. She announced that she was sure she bruised me. I didn’t doubt her a bit.

For all the pain I felt during the spanking, there wasn’t much of an aftermath. Sometimes my bottom burns for an hour or more after a spanking. This time the discomfort was gone within a few minutes. This seems to happen when she uses her spanking spoon. It doesn’t make sense to me. I think that my most painful spankings are performed with that particular implement. Yet, it seems to have almost no aftereffect.

As I recall, this “Spenser” paddle has very long aftereffects. It is very painful during the spanking but not as bad as the dreaded spanking spoon.

In terms of bruising, I asked Mrs. Lion if she saw any when we had breakfast on Monday morning. She said that she saw some marks but wasn’t sure they were bruises. I suggested that marks that remain 12 hours after the spanking are probably bruises. I thought I felt a little discomfort when I sat up in bed. When I got to my desk, there was no problem with sitting. I don’t feel any aftereffects.

As I recall, the most long term pain I have felt after a spanking came with her using the “Spencer” paddle with holes. I think her rubber also left some reminders. Both of those paddles hurt a lot during a spanking. I don’t think they hurt as much as her spoon. Frankly, it’s hard to tell when she gets going. Now that she is putting a lot of muscle into those swats, they all hurt like hell.

I hate to suggest it, but it may be time for her to do some experiments to find out which of her paddles has an effect on me she wants. The spoon certainly makes me unhappiest about the spanking. However, the aftereffects are minimal. The Spencer and rubber paddles are easier to take during the spanking, but leave me burning for an hour or more afterward.

I never thought that there would be much science behind punishment spankings. After all, the objective is to make me very unhappy that I did whatever I did. Mrs. Lion is fond of the idea that I’m reminded again the next day or two. So far, she hasn’t found a reliable way to do this. I guess I may have to be in spanking position while she goes back to the drawing board.