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As you probably gathered from her last post (“I Can Whomp Him With Any Paddle“), Mrs. Lion wasn’t particularly excited to learn that I ordered a new paddle. I guess it isn’t the gift she was looking for. If I’m going to be honest about it, the gift is for me. The big question is, why do I think we need it?

Over the last few decades, I’ve bought or been gifted many impact toys. We have many more paddles, whips, floggers, straps, and slappers than any couple needs. We could supply a decent-sized dungeon. You could argue that there really isn’t anything new for me to add. You’d be wrong.

Our collection consists of wood and rubber paddles, slappers, and straps. We also have a few very nice floggers. Mrs. Lion isn’t fond of them; she prefers paddles. We have a five-layer leather slapper that she unearthed last week. She hasn’t used it.

Over the years, I’ve neglected leather paddles. The main reason is that most are poorly made with two layers of leather and a piece of spring steel between them. It’s adult store crap. Very few quality leather paddles are around.

The main reason for this is that leather, by its very nature, is flexible. To achieve the degree of stiffness required to make a serious paddle calls for multiple layers of thick leather bonded together. I made a paddle like this a long time ago. It was very effective. I have no idea what’s become of it.

Anyway, I did a Google search for leather paddles and found a craftsman who makes the kind of leather paddle I believe will be effective. I ordered one, and it’s on the way. When it comes to paddles, the word “effective” means painful. If I’m forced to think about it, I must admit that I am the architect of my misery. I just ordered yet another instrument that will make me miserable.

Maybe part of it is my long history as a top. That part of me seeks efficient tools to provide pain. As the bottom, I understand that Mrs. Lion will enjoy the efficiency and I will suffer the pain. Stupid lion! Welcome to my world.

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Blogs may be less popular than they once were. This seems particularly true in the kinky sex corner of the blogosphere. Our readership is up a little, but I’m finding it very hard to find new posts to read. That’s too bad. One of the best features of the Internet is that anyone who wants to put in the work can publish a blog.

Before public networking, most people could not discover new ways to do things. Sex and its many variants were the sole purview of pornographers. With the advent of news groups, forums, and blogs, taboo topics were brought out into the daylight and regular people could learn about them.

This is particularly true of spanking. Before the Internet, you needed to live in a city large enough to support a BDSM club. I was lucky. I lived in New York City, where BDSM organizations and clubs were easily found. Newspapers like The Village Voice published meeting notices and ads for the clubs. That’s how I found other people who shared my interests.

Now, anyone anywhere can read about pretty much any kink they can come up with. Toys of all types, from paddles to dildos, are for sale on mainstream webstores. Google “spanking paddles” and see the amazing variety available for sale. In the old days, I had to wait for big events or flea markets to find new toys. Now, anything I want is just a few clicks away.

Our blog is in its eleventh year. We’ve written over 6,500 posts. All of them are available to read. They represent a journal of our experiences in male chastity, spanking, and domestic discipline. Looking back at my earliest posts, I am amazed at how much Mrs. Lion and I have changed. In our house, a spanking is as routine as doing the laundry or making dinner. It’s become part of our lives.

The reason I decided to write about this is that I’m concerned that we are losing more and more interesting friends whose writings inspired and educated us. I suppose that’s natural. People change and lose interest in things. I wish I could find the new people who have decided to write about their experiences.

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Sorry for the delay in posting. We are both pretty busy getting our house in shape—Mrs. Lion is; I’m just lazy. Anyway, after 26 days Mrs. Lion gave me a great orgasm. I don’t think she intended to make me wait that long. We were both tired and the stars didn’t align for a blow job until Friday after dinner.

Mrs. Lion reported that there was no semen this time. That disappoints her. I can think of a few women in my past who would have celebrated dry lion orgasms. I’m happy that my lioness enjoys the taste of semen. I certainly don’t.

She found more of her extensive paddle collection. The last time I was spanked, she used one or two of the newly unearthed paddles on me. Her collection of leather tools is fairly limited, so I decided to add to her arsenal. After extensive research, I found 6 Whips. It’s a small, one-man shop. He custom-makes each item when ordered. I’m not going to give away what I bought. I want to surprise Mrs. Lion.

The reason I decided to add to her collection is fairly selfish. Leather paddles tend to do less damage to my bottom than wooden ones. The problem, from her perspective, is that they also don’t hurt me the next day. I suspect she can’t get the lasting result that is most effective for me because the leather we have doesn’t have the stiffness to create a deeper hit. I think her surprise will give her a paddle that is closer to wood, but still leather. ‘Nuff said.

Even though she has been working hard to unpack, we are still inundated with boxes everywhere. The living room and garage are impassible. There’s a bit of a time limit on unpacking. The management company that handles our house will do a semi-annual inspection in August. We should be unpacked by then.

Meanwhile, we are both trying hard to get back to our normal routines. It’s a challenge.

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I have just one explicit rule and managed to break it on Wednesday. I am supposed to fetch my pill packets every night before dinner. I forgot on Wednesday night. Mrs. Lion spanked me on Thursday. It was almost a full ten-minute spanking; she stopped thirty seconds early. I was yelping and kicking my feet. There is no dignity when on the spanking bench.

Being spanked for a reason is different. Mrs. Lion works harder to make her point and chooses paddles she knows I dislike. I got the message. She reminded me that this was what I asked for. She was right. It is exactly what I need.

Some readers have commented that it seems unfair to beat me so soundly for such minor offenses. It isn’t. Consistent, severe punishment works. It teaches me to do what I am told. That doesn’t mean I am submissive and treat Mrs. Lion as my mistress. She’s my life partner. Her role hasn’t changed because she can punish me.

Now that we’ve begun domestic discipline again, I expect to be riding the spanking bench frequently. The big question is whether or not it will be for a reason. We both get more out of it when the spanking is earned. I’m waiting to see what new rules are on the horizon.

what about sex?

I have been pretty horny lately. The problem is that I get tired after dinner and often snooze. Apparently, my “Wheel of Fortune” naps signal Mrs. Lion that sex isn’t going to happen. I can’t help it if Pat Sajak puts me to sleep. The Edex box sits unopened on my nightstand.

The problem is that I’m the only one interested in sex. Mrs. Lion’s libido isn’t working. She’s kind enough to get me off but needs to rely on my signal for sex. Snoozing during “Wheel of Fortune” apparently isn’t the right signal.

Of course, she’s been tired and achy lately. She has to unpack all of the boxes, cook, and clean. It’s a lot for her. Getting me off may be too much for her right now. I feel too demanding. I need and want way more from her than I ever did in the past. I try my best not to ask for more than I absolutely need. Maybe sex is a luxury I should do without.