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The other day, Lion said there should be a trial period for domestic discipline and that once the trial was over there should be no reason to end DD. His feeling is that ending it would signal the end of the marriage. I disagree.

If Lion came to me and said he wanted to stop DD, I wouldn’t wave him off with a laugh. There must be a good reason he no longer wanted to do it. I can’t see giving him a yes or no answer without first discussing things. Why does he want it to end? Does he, in fact, want to end the marriage? I think there would be signs long before he asked to end DD, but it’s a valid question. Is he depressed and doesn’t feel he can manage following rules anymore? Again, I’d hope there would be signs, but talking is good. Is he somehow physically unfit to handle punishment? Yes, I should know long before the request, but he may have been hiding it for fear that I would see it as rejection or weakness. My point is, if there’s a problem, we should discuss it.

I’ve said before that I don’t rule with an iron fist. I’m not heartless. I want Lion to be happy. If he’s not happy, I need to know. The only way he knows I’m unhappy is if I tell him. The same goes for him. Neither one of us is exactly equipped to share our deepest darkest secrets. The last time Lion was unemployed, I never knew he cried after interviews until he shared it in a post. I am a pro at hiding when he hurts my feelings. I’ve made some progress with this lately, but I still do it sometimes.

Things are rarely black and white. Life is a roller coaster with much of the ride in the non-terrifying parts. If Lion wants to stop domestic discipline, I’d be willing to bet he’s stuck in one of the terrifying parts and needs to be towed back to the loading zone for repairs. We’ll need to see what we can do to get things rolling along again.

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A walk through Costco and the grocery store, mowing the lawn, and spraying for weeds killed my legs yesterday. Specifically, the ball of my left foot is very annoyed with me. It feels like an issue with the joint itself so it only hurts when I move it. So don’t move it!

I’m at work today and tomorrow, covering for someone who’s on vacation. I also found out that my coworker has apparently been whining to the big boss about getting more work to do. She’s bored. Naturally, they’ve decided she’ll get my work and I’ll take all of the crap work while I’m home. Perfect! I guess I’ll stage a slow down strike. Eventually she’ll figure out she can’t do all my work plus her own.

Since I was wiped out, Lion said we could take the night off from the Box O’Fun. He was tired and was snoozing off and on anyway. We watched TV and I tried not to flex my foot. I’m notorious for moving body parts that hurt. Somehow I figure it will get better with more attention. Keep the blood flowing. I doubt it works but it annoys me when something hurts.

This is the “rug beater” Lion ordered. It is only 6-inches across. Instead of rattan, it is made from stranded steel wire rope covered with pink cloth. This will certainly leave bruises.

Lion told me he bought me something the other day and that he was stupid for doing it. He kept the secret for about a day before he told me he got a more usable rug beater. I don’t know if he’ll launch into a quest for a collection of rug beaters, but I was happy with the one I bought even though it’s not very useful. One or two cracks across an already sore ass will do the trick with the enormous one. At least, I think it will.

Lion has been very good at remembering the coffee pot and punishment days. The other day I was sure I had him with the coffee pot, but he snuck into the kitchen before I woke up and put it together. He laughed at me when I “caught” him. He saved his buns that time. I’m in no hurry to test out the rug beater. I’m actually pretty proud of him for remembering things for so long. (And now I’ve jinxed him.)

Tonight we’ll pick up with the Box O’Fun. He’s already chosen Icy Hot and the tiny clothespins. I think the only evil thing left is Velcro. The rest aren’t that bad. He really likes some of them. I’ve also been pretty forgiving when he picks something he doesn’t want to do. I figure as long as we’re doing something, we’re good. It’s inertia that kills us. [Lion — There is still a card for the “blue” gel, another ball burner!]

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I mowed the first half of the lawn yesterday and the second half of the Lion. He’s fur-free, except for the inevitable spots I missed. He’s happier being smooth as a baby’s butt. I can go either way.

Lion still snoozed a lot yesterday. In one of his more coherent moments, I asked if he wanted to pick from the Box O’Fun. He did. He chose pegging. We both vetoed that. That’s the sort of thing you have to be in the mood for and neither of us were. His next choice was blindfold with a bonus choice. There are an awful lot of clothespin cards in the box because there are an awful lot of variations. He chose coated clothespins. They are coated with a sandpaper-like surface right where it counts.

Of course, with the blindfold on, he had no idea what was going to happen. I realized if I pulled out a bag of clothespins, he’d hear what I was doing but I really couldn’t find them at first. When I found them I’d gone through a few plastic bags and I told him I couldn’t find them. I was hoping he had no idea what I was looking for. The blindfold is supposed to add an element of surprise. [Lion — I had no idea.]

I started out rubbing his balls and trying to get him hard. He says it’s better if he’s turned on first. Better for him, I suppose. This doesn’t work in the case of the Velcro. I like to put that on when he’s soft so it gets progressively tighter as he gets hard. That’s not to say I don’t massage his balls and play with my weenie. I do. I just stop before he’s hard. Once he was interested, I started putting the clothespins on his balls. I left two off so I could put them on his boobies. He gets nothing from clothespins on his nipples but I think it’s funny. And it hurts so that’s a bonus.

There are a few spots I know are very sensitive to clothespins. I always try to make sure I hit them. Even if I’m not doing the stripe right down the middle, I usually put one on a sensitive spot. Why not? Am I not going for pain? Since I know clothespins hurt going on and off but not much once they’re on, I wiggle them and tug on them. I have to have some fun, right?

If he had gotten harder and we had gotten to the edge, I was considering giving him an orgasm. Even though it’s only been a few days, I want to make up for the ruined orgasm he had. As you’re reading this, you’re probably thinking he’s lucky he had an orgasm of any sort, but we both hate ruined orgasms. I always want him to have a good orgasm…not often, but good.

When the clothespin were safely put away, I gave Lion oral sex again. I know he’s probably getting spoiled and he may even say he’s bored with it like he’s bored with handjobs, but it really is easier on me. Sitting on the bed next to him annoys my knees, back and shoulders. Laying across the bed generally doesn’t hurt much. My neck and shoulders can get tired, but the benefit outweighs that. I don’t think Lion was particularly interested. He never got fully hard. He was making noises as if he was close, but I think he was just happy to be sucked. I don’t mind his being soft as long as it feels good. I just don’t want to continue if he’s not getting anywhere and he usually tells me.

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My hairless Lion. (Click here to see larger)

I think it was last month that I had the brilliant idea to suggest a compromise for waxing. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. It was, after all, the month I suggested just doing everything but Lion’s legs. He likes his legs waxed. I don’t care if they’re furry or not. It made sense to give me a month of not waxing them and him a month of waxing them. Win-win.

Yesterday, as I waxed his legs, I tried to come up with a different solution. I hate waxing his legs. His thighs aren’t so bad. His knees and lower “chicken” legs have too many angles to cover with a wooden applicator. I’ve been joking for a while that I should be able to use a paint roller. Lion told me they make a roll on wax but it’s strip wax. Ugh. The only thing I dislike more than waxing his legs is using strip wax.

[Lion — Strip wax uses a thin coat of wax on the skin. After application, a strip of cloth is applied. The cloth is ripped off like a band-aid taking the hair and wax with it. Mrs. Lion likes stripless wax. This kind is much thicker than strip wax. It “hardens” on the skin and then can be pulled off without the cloth. It is less messy than strip wax, not as painful for me and much easier to use.]

To make matters worse, the wax was stubbornly hanging on everywhere. Last month it was easy to get the remnants off. This month, not so much. I hate that. I slathered Lion with mineral oil, let it soak in, and rubbed him with a towel just like last time. Most of it came off, but there was still some that refused even after another round of mineral oil. [Lion — This is probably because Mrs. Lion didn’t put enough mineral oil on my skin before waxing. That step is tricky, too much mineral oil on and the wax won’t stick to the hair, too little and it sticks to the skin.]

I think last month was a conspiracy. The wax lulled me into thinking it would be easy. It made me think I’ve figured everything out. “Just put some mineral oil on and rub. Easy peasy. I promise I’ll come off,” it lied. All the while it was waiting until this month to get its revenge. “I will not go peacefully!”

Today is round two. The flip side. Luckily, Lion is less furry on his back and butt. It’s those damn legs that are going to kill me. If Lion’s skin wouldn’t get crispy, I’d be tempted to use a blow torch.

[Lion — I was thinking that maybe Mrs. Lion could stop after doing my thighs. If she can taper the hair between thigh and leg, it would look pretty natural. I don’t care if my lower legs are hairy or not.