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spahing spoon on lion's butt
The Winner!! This is the chechin spanking spoon shown on our size indicator (my butt). It’s made from very dense Chechen wood. This is the meanest paddle we own.
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Last weekend I spilled some food on my shirt. I was sentenced to three days of spankings. That’s the normal sentence for spilling. The spankings didn’t occur on consecutive days. Mrs. Lion was tired on a couple of days so it took about five days to deliver the three spankings. That in itself isn’t unusual. What was unusual was the intensity of her punishments. They were all far more intense than prior spankings. She couldn’t explain it. It was abundantly clear to me, however.

Each spanking went on substantially longer than her previous punishments. Additionally, she paid strong attention to areas I don’t remember feeling her paddle hit in the past. Particularly, she made a point of thoroughly chastising my upper thighs paying very close attention from the midpoint all the way around to the outer sides of both thighs. This is a very sensitive area and each swat was memorable. She also made a point of stretching open my crack and applying many blows as far inside as she could get. First she did it to one side and then the other this was a brand-new sort of pain and very effective in getting my attention.

She paid particular attention and energy on the lower third of my bottom across the center. In the past, she hit more to each side than in the center, while getting some center attention, was largely neglected. Now she’s making a point of providing substantial coverage in this previously-underdeveloped area.

She’s also been experimenting with different paddles. From my perspective on the receiving end, the spoon shaped, long-handled heavy paddle is the most effective in delivering strong sensation. It’s particularly effective reaching those neglected areas when she spreads open my crack. It’s also very good at catching the lower crack spots. I think it’s the most effective tool she has. She’s also used her conveyor belt strap. This is another very effective spanking tool. I always thought it was the most vicious. The combination of its flexible material and its heavyweight seemed to make it extremely good at delivering a lot of force to a small area.

However, in Mrs. Lion’s hands the heavy, hardwood spanking spoon hurts considerably more than the conveyor belt strap. This could be due to the fact that she holds back the strap or it could be the spoon shaped paddle offers her better overall leverage. In any case, from my position on the bottom, the spanking spoon wins.

Mrs. Lion has been talking about the need to keep me inside the box during these especially stressful times. This requires her to have at least some way to physically punish me when her normal tools are not immediately available. Traditionally, an innocuous-appearing hairbrush that resides in the purse is used not for grooming, but for on-the-spot corrections. It’s surprisingly difficult to find an appropriate brush for this purpose.

I did a lot of searching and finally found one that is the right shape and size. It’s quite lightweight. I imagine it will sting but not do much deeper damage. A heavier brush would be more appropriate for me. However, the lighter brush will be easier to carry around and should do the job for impromptu reminders. I’ll continue to look for better versions, but in the meantime this should do the job nicely.

If you’re wondering why I chose to talk about being spanked the day after our 14th anniversary, it’s because it’s one of the most difficult and profound changes in our relationship that we’ve made over the last 14 years. We’ve wholeheartedly adopted a Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) and I am regularly spanked as required to correct my behavior. I don’t think either of us expected our marriage to go this way when it began 14 years ago. I also don’t think either of us expected FLRD to last and flourish until it became an indispensable part of the way we live.

It has. There is no discussion about stopping it or lightning up. There is only encouragement to increase its intensity and Mrs. Lion’s span of authority. We would be more likely to give up sex than spanking.

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In: Lion's Journal

Today is our 14th wedding anniversary. We get each other small gifts and go out to dinner to celebrate. Otherwise we don’t make a big deal about it. The main reason we don’t is that almost every night before we go to sleep we tell each other how lucky we are to have found one another. Since both of us have been married before at least once, we truly appreciate how precious a gift we have.

It’s usual to write about the challenges we faced and how we’ve surmounted them together. I’ve certainly had my health challenges this past year, but truthfully, none of them rose to the point where they would pose any threat to our marriage. I think that’s the entire point. Serious things happen to us. Some of them might cause other couples to stress their relationships. We don’t deal with things like that as anything more than challenges the two of us must face.

I can’t claim that anything we do is unique. I don’t know enough about how other people, or lions for that matter, approach life. All I can say is that it’s never entered my mind that I’d be better off without Mrs. Lion. I can’t imagine not being with her. It’s that simple. Everything else, good and bad, is just stuff we deal with.

I guess the best way to explain it is to look at the way Mrs. Lion compartmentalizes sex. We have a full-fledged disciplinary relationship. If you read our blog you know that over the last few years our Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) has been growing in both Mrs. Lion’s span of power and her use of physical punishment. Not once has any punishment or other exercise of her power interfered with sex. Yes, there are times when she planned to provide me with teasing or other sexual fun and due to being tired had to postpone it. Not once has she delayed it or canceled it because of my behavior.

The point is that we are very good at understanding how to keep things in their proper places. Our love for one another and our absolute commitment to be together depends on nothing else. At this point, I don’t think either of us would do very well without the other. I’ve had to take business trips and Mrs. Lion has traveled to visit her family. These times of separation, sometimes a week or more, have been very difficult. Speaking for myself, my world just doesn’t feel right when she isn’t close enough to touch.

One of the important reasons we have our FLRD is to assure that Mrs. Lion expresses any anger she feels for me in a prompt and appropriate way. It’s incredibly easy for her to find reasons to hide those feelings away. She knows it’s her job to express them promptly and appropriately. I think this has proven helpful to both of us.

I think that this compartmentalization is also responsible for our success at enforced male chastity and FLRD. These practices are difficult enough on their own. When combined with other things such as being emotionally loaded into a measurement of the value of the relationship, success is very difficult.

I’m lucky that I married a really smart, tough, funny, loving lioness. I may be bigger and stronger, but she knows that she is the boss and has the paddles to back that up. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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naked lion outdoors
I’ve been naked at home for nearly our entire 17 years. I’m enjoying the summer day on our deck.

17 years ago yesterday, I found Mrs. Lion listed on a dating site. Her picture was a full frame shot of her smiling face. I was immediately taken by it. I don’t remember exactly what her profile said, but I knew I wanted to meet this wonderful smile. I sent her a message and she replied. In the course of that first day, we chatted back and forth. We decided we would meet three days later.

Lest you think this is a romantic comedy meeting, it absolutely wasn’t. We both wanted to get laid; badly. It was two lions in heat looking for no more than some nice, hot sex. At the time, Mrs. Lion worked nights and was in the final days of a very bad marriage. I wasn’t married, but had a live-in submissive who was also on the way out. For all intents and purposes Mrs. Lion and I were free of relationships.

Neither of us had acted on our sexual desires. We both knew what we wanted but up until that point hadn’t connected with anyone. I don’t think either of us expected more than sex. We met at a bargain motel and were naked and humping within ten minutes after arriving. Our three-day email exchange had takien care of all the small talk. As I recall, as soon as we were naked Mrs. Lion knelt on the bed and I stood behind her and entered her. Very lionlike, right from the start.

Orgasms out of the way, we talked and agreed that we both had a good time and wanted to do it again. We continued meeting at that motel for a while. It was conveniently located about halfway between our houses. I don’t think we spent more than five minutes dressed at any meeting. We were both true to our stated purpose. We did talk, of course. We were just naked when we did. We discovered that we were very sexually compatible. We liked the way each other felt, smelled and tasted. We always left the motel drained and satisfied.

My “roommate” moved out a short time after Mrs. Lion and I began meeting. She started making the longer drive to my house. Her visits followed our usual pattern: strip, get off, talk and snuggle. Since we had considerably more time together, we talked more and more. We never got dressed. Mrs. Lion put her clothes on just before she had to leave to go to work. I remained completely naked. To this day, almost all of the time Mrs. Lion is with me, I remain naked. Nowadays, that’s a rule for me. I only get to wear clothing when we go out or have company. Mrs. Lion is generally naked too. She doesn’t have to be but it seems to be our way.

Love snuck up on us. We were very happy with our arrangement. Over a relatively short amount of time, it became harder and harder to be away from her. We wanted to be together all the time. Two naked, sex-hungry lions managed to fall in love. It didn’t take a lot more time for us to realize we needed to live together. Mrs. Lion moved in with very little fuss and ceremony. We were together at last.

Mrs. Lion had no particular desire to marry again. She divorced her husband without too much trauma. We continued living together very happily. I remained naked, as I do to this day, and our love deepened. 14 years ago, I asked Mrs. Lion to marry me. She was a little surprised. I pointed out that it was better for us in terms of being able to make emergency decisions and deal with property issues if we were married. We planned the simplest possible ceremony.

We went to a tiny town hall. In a small office with the town clerk and one of the secretaries as a witness we were joined in a five minute ceremony. We then went to a Carvel store (Carvel is an East Coast ice cream store that we love), and bought an ice cream cake. We took it home, had a piece, and put the rest in the freezer. That was it. To this day we agree it was the perfect wedding.

Our wedding anniversary is tomorrow. We will probably celebrate by going out to dinner either tomorrow night or over the weekend.

Some interesting (at least to me) statistics: During the entire 17 years we have known one another, I have been naked all but only a few days. Mrs. Lion has never seen me with pubic hair. She’s seen a small amount that grows back, but most all of it’s been gone long before I met her. She’s been spanking me, first for play, and later for punishment for more than 10 years. For six of our 14 years of marriage she’s been in full charge and I haven’t masturbated once. She’s provided 100% of my sexual stimulation. We’ve published many revealing pictures of me, including me sexually aroused. All have been used with Mrs. Lion’s blessing. She has final say on what is published here.

For the record, we don’t identify as nudists. My nudity has more to do with our power exchange than anything else. It was absolutely the first rule I was given. We had only been together a short time when Mrs. Lion made it. In fact, I believe it started within a month of our first meeting. It was almost certainly my idea and she liked it.

Most of our unusual practices originated with me. All of them are maintained and enforced by Mrs. Lion. I rarely, if ever get a chance to change my mind about something we do after we have done it for more than a few times. I’m not always happy about that, but that’s never really the point.

I’m constantly amazed that something that started as a desire for a sexual adventure turned into the love of my life. Perhaps even more amazing, we continue with the same pattern we established right from the start. Sex has been something that we love to share. It’s never been a weapon nor the glue that holds us together. As we discovered all those years ago, neither of us can imagine being away from the other. We’re mated for life.

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lion ready for handjob
Almost all of the time, my legs are spread wide as I wait for Mrs. Lion to use her hands to stimulate me.

We have a few “fans” who delight in telling us how sick and perverted we are. We never publish those comments.  I think it’s interesting that some people react so strongly to power exchanges like ours, that they can’t believe there is any possibility that Mrs. Lion isn’t a deranged sadist and I a spineless victim. These comments go on at great length about the evil that lives within our relationship.

I’m complemented that our writing inspires such passion. I’m perfectly happy to have readers who study our words to discover the depths of our depravity. One of them recently wrote that we write disparagingly about people who are “vanilla”. We were accused of insulting “normal” people who don’t share our interests. That’s a little puzzling. I don’t think we ever refer to vanilla sex except as a contrast to how we deviate from it. Actually, I’m not sure how our sex is any different from the way others do it.

There is one area of sex where we are different than many. Even though Mrs. Lion isn’t interested in sex for herself, she makes sure the only sexual frustration I feel is what she intends me to feel. We have an active-if-one-way sexual relationship. There are very few days a year when I don’t get sexually stimulated by my lioness. Almost all of it is manual stimulation. When she intends to allow me to ejaculate, about 1/3 of the time uses her mouth. Almost all of the teasing and edging and two thirds of the orgasms are produced by her hands. My hands are never involved.

This is certainly not typical. I’m sure that the vast majority of men use their own hands to get off on a regular basis. If they say they have a good sex life with their wives, it almost certainly means they are having regular vaginal intercourse. That’s fine. I have nothing at all against vaginal intercourse. Since I’ve only had it twice in the last four years, I’ve clearly learned to enjoy the alternatives Mrs. Lion provides. I would have to say that at this point I absolutely prefer her hands and her mouth.

Thinking back, way back, to times before Mrs. Lion, I always preferred oral and manual orgasms. Obviously, I enjoyed the vaginal sort as well; I do have two kids. But, given a choice I would always opt for a blow job or a hand job. By the way, because vaginal penetration isn’t on the menu, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy sexual variety. Admittedly, almost all of my sex takes place with me on my back, legs spread wide apart. I also like the “milking position”. For that, I’m on my knees legs apart, and Mrs. Lion is behind me holding my cock and balls out through my legs while she “milks” me. I guess that’s my version of doggy style.

For oral sex, the most comfortable position for both of us is with me on my back legs wide apart, generally knees bent with my feet flat on the bed. This gives her the easiest access to my penis, and if she’s in the mood, my anus for some nice stimulation. She can’t reach my anus if my legs are flat on the bed.

Very often, sexual activity begins with Mrs. Lion snuggled with her head on my chest. Her free hand finds its way between my legs and she plays with my balls and begins masturbating me. After a while, her usual habit is to sit up on the bed crossed-legged next to me. This is a comfortable position to give me a hand job. We haven’t tried it, but if I got into the “doggy” position crosswise on the bed, she could sit behind me to jerk me off.

Aside from great anal access, this position is one of my favorites. I call it the ‘milking” position

I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm and I wasn’t on my back (See image top, right). I guess that’s another way we are sexually unusual. Many men have a harder time coming if they are on their backs. Some also need to have their legs together in order to come. I’m the opposite. I went browsing through our image library and nearly 100% of the pictures that feature my genitals, show me with my legs wide apart. I guess I’m trained to provide maximum access.

The most important takeaway from all this is that we are both happy with this state of affairs. Regardless of how we compare to other couples, we’ve discovered what works for us.

lion being paddled
Of everything we write about, this draws the most anger. Our moral critics condemn us for Mrs. Lion’s use of spanking to punish me.

The most controversial difference between us and many others is our use of discipline. I’m sure that a very large percentage of couples don’t share power equally. In many so-called vanilla relationships, the wife clearly takes charge. In our case, we made a conscious decision that Mrs. Lion should be in charge. For a lot of reasons which we’ve mentioned in the past, I asked Mrs. Lion to use physical punishment as needed to correct me. I’m not going to go  through the evolution of our spanking. Let’s just say that at this point I am painfully spanked when I break a rule or disobey Mrs. Lion.

This practice sets off our most strident detractors. I admit that it’s fairly unusual. But no matter how you feel about it, it’s fully consensual and we both believe that as our disciplinary relationship has evolved (Mrs. Lion has learned to become a stricter disciplinarian), the quality of our relationship continues to improve.

Yes, we are different. I don’t think we are very different. It doesn’t matter if we are or not. The fact is that in a couple of days we will celebrate our 14th anniversary. We can’t imagine not being with each other. We belong together. Despite what some may think, we are both committed to what we are doing and very glad it works for us.