Mrs. Lion said that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be punished. It’s true that more than two weeks have passed since I’ve done anything to earn one. She said that I should probably get a punishment spanking just to remind me. She doesn’t like the idea of a maintenance spanking because it generally is too mild. I agree about that. I also agree that I probably should be reminded what’s in store for me if I get out of line. It sounds like we are completely in sync.

Then she wrote that she wanted to lock me into the spiked jockstrap to help jumpstart sex for me. Another good idea. Then, things got strange. She said that she would make me wear the prickly jockstrap for more than an hour instead of spanking me. She went on to say that she knew that it wasn’t the same thing, but that’s what she wanted to do. I was confused until I thought about how Mrs. Lion operates.

For some reason, she tends to only do one lion-related thing a day. I never figured out why, but that’s how it seems to work out. I don’t think she intends it, but it’s her pattern. So it wasn’t entirely surprising that she would only put me in the jockstrap, a BDSM activity instead of spanking me, a domestic discipline activity. I can’t see any reason why she can’t do both. I’m not in love with the idea of either, but I can’t see any relationship between the two that would cause one to disqualify the other.

Terminology aside, maintenance or punishment spankings, she has a point about reminding me what one feels like. I have a poor memory when it comes to pain. I know that I don’t like being spanked, but after a couple of weeks, the memory isn’t strong enough to act as an effective deterrent. It may seem cruel to remind me by making me suffer through one for no apparent reason. It might be like a disciplinary mental health day. It could help me avoid actually committing offenses that would earn me punishment.

In fact, my mental health could truly benefit from a seriously sore bottom. I’ve been thinking about this. First of all, it’s true that I don’t vividly remember how unhappy a disciplinary spanking makes me. Because of this, I find myself getting less focused on obedience. The chances I will get into trouble become much better.

I also lapse into a sort of inertia. I don’t actively feel Mrs. Lion’s authority. I suspect this isn’t just because I am getting lazy. I think she tends to “forget” her role if she doesn’t punish me regularly. The more time that passes between spankings, the less interested she seems to be in keeping me in strict check. It’s our old inertia issue.

For reasons I can’t exactly understand, I get a sense of love and security when Mrs. Lion is my disciplining wife. I am happier when she is firmly in control. Conversely, when she doesn’t follow through on something, I feel less secure and I worry if something is wrong with us.

None of this is pathological. I quickly get over any bad feelings. Her forgetting and not disciplining me don’t make my life worse. When she follows through and keeps me on my toes I am happier. I think she is too. It can’t feel good to forget to keep a promise. I know it feels good to her when she is actively watching for and punishing infractions.

We just have to remember what works for us and to follow through.

[Mrs. Lion replies — Well, the good news is that Lion earned a punishment not far into the afternoon. While I was reading this post, he rightly alerted me that I hadn’t put him in the prickly jockstrap before my post had published. And why was that? I was being nice enough to not interrupt him while he was writing. This is a nicety he does not share since he interrupted my reading his post. So now, I’m commenting just after the prickly jockstrap went on, he’ll get spanked in a few hours, depending on how long I feel like allowing those nasty little spikes to bite into his cock and balls.]

Today is our 15th wedding anniversary. We’re spending the day making pickles and jam. Very celebratory of us, I know. But it doesn’t really matter what we do as long as we’re together. Going out isn’t really safe right now and I think we’ve planned hamburgers for dinner, but we’re good. We don’t need anything fancy to celebrate. our wedding was low key and so are we.

I think I sabotaged Lion last night. When we were first starting out playing, he sighed. I took that to mean I wasn’t exciting him enough. He said he might be tired and said maybe we could play earlier today. It’s never a problem when he doesn’t want to play. However, I got the feeling afterward that he really did want to play. He wasn’t sighing because I was boring him. But he does want to play earlier in the day. That’s been hampered by trips to procure pickling supplies and by making said pickles. Today we’re starting earlier, though.

Sometimes I give Lion orgasms on special days. His birthday, for example, or our anniversary. Since we’re on vacation through Monday, I’m not sure I want to end the festivities tonight. Besides, it’s only been nine days since his last orgasm. How horny can he be? Oh, he can be very horny. We’ll see later on when the tiny clothespins come out.

Really? Tiny clothespins? Who decided that? Me. Just now. Consider it a special anniversary present. It’s one that Lion never would have asked for in a million years.

Surprise!

Now Lion will have something to look forward to while we make pickles and jam. At least I’m not making him wear the prickly jock strap. I could very easily tell him to put on the jock strap and his jeans, just to make sure the jock strap is pressed against weenie and the boys. But I’m not. I’m being nice by making him endure the tiny clothespins for mere seconds. Happy anniversary! I know. I’m so nice to him sometimes.

We were supposed to go away this weekend. I was not looking forward to driving for seven hours. Lion had concerns about his ability to climb in and out of the truck and camper, as well as having to drive so far to get to things we like. We’ve decided, once again, to cancel our plans. Instead, we’ll take some day trips to search for pickling cucumbers and other produce. And I’m sure we’ll find other interesting things. We usually do when we roam the countryside.

Lion's pubic hairy patch
For Lion this is a lot of pubic hair. It’s enough to tickle my nose during a blow job.

Lion has also requested a haircut and manscaping. I know he needs manscaping. When I suck him, sometimes my nose gets tickled. I don’t mind. I think it’s funny. But now that he’s back in the cage, it’s more important to keep the hair trimmed or gone so it doesn’t get caught up in the cage.

The other thing I was thinking we could do, and I’m sure Lion won’t protest, is to play more. Instead of a staycation, we’ll have a playcation. Other than when we’re actually making pickles or whatever else we find to preserve, our time is completely ours. No time clocks to punch. No appointments. Just the dog going in and out and in and out. We’ll find other things to do in our downtime, but I think we should concentrate more time on play. I know Lion could use some more attention. Who couldn’t?

Not that he’s complaining. He was perfectly happy with the edging he got last night. Well, not completely happy. I bet he would have loved more. He might have even liked an orgasm. He said, and I quote, “That was intense.” Music to my ears! Keep him horny, keep him happy, cha cha cha. Maybe that could be my new motto.

I knew I didn’t want to give him an orgasm last night. First of all, it’s too soon. But since I concocted the idea of a playcation, giving him an orgasm on the first night would have been silly. He’ll be much hornier by Sunday or Monday. That’s the plan, at least. As long as I don’t push my luck and give him a ruined (or salvaged) orgasm, we’ll be good to go.

Stay tuned,

Several days ago I started taking Prevagen to see if I could improve my brain function. Ironically, that’s about the time I started having headaches and a foggier brain. Headache is one of the side effects so I didn’t take it this morning. I’m hoping the headache and fog wear off today. I certainly don’t need any help having trouble thinking.

Yesterday, Lion told me I need to stand my ground. If I want him to have an orgasm, he should have an orgasm. He doesn’t want to influence me. I think that ship has sailed. How can he not influence me? Everything from what’s for breakfast (he wanted English muffins and I wanted bagels) to when he should have an orgasm (he thinks he should wait). But the hardest part right now is the brain fog and headache. I just don’t care what we have for breakfast or when he has an orgasm. Concepts more involved than where I parked the car are not something I want to deal with right now. Should he be spanked for asking for the cage to be put on? Fog. Do I want fries with that? Fog. We didn’t play last night because of my head. I’m determined to play tonight regardless of what it feels like.

Lion was complaining (not annoyingly) that he was itchy near the cage. I’ll have to unlock him before he takes a shower so he can make sure to clean under it. And then I’ll leave it off till we play. Yes, I trust him. I’m sure he can make it a few hours without the cage. If I have to put it back on after the shower, it will stay on until tomorrow. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.

We haven’t been using the Box O’Fun. When we play, we’ve been coming up with our own ideas of what to do. This is fine. This is great, actually. As long as we keep going with it, we don’t need the box. It’s just there to make sure we don’t stall out. Sometimes doing the same things over and over can get boring. Yes, I said I get bored sometimes. That’s what I meant all those years ago when I said things could get boring. Tie up the balls, clothespins, tie up the balls, butt plug, tie up the balls, clothespins. Boring. When we leave it to chance, there’s an element of danger. Oh no, will he get Icy Hot this time? Come on butt plug!! Damn! Tiny clothespins. Also, by asking Lion if he has a preference, I’m allowing him to avoid something he’s really not in the mood for. Is he ever in the mood for Icy Hot? Maybe not, but I’m sure there are times he’s more open to it.

The key to all of this is to have fun. If we don’t change it up from time to time, it can get to be less fun. Dare I say, boring? Lion’s already said he’s bored with handjobs. That was a blanket statement. I’m sure if I threw one in every once in a while he’d be fine with it. Soon he may tire of blow jobs. I try to keep them interesting. A little extra pressure there. Maybe a little more suction. Slower strokes. I like to try to perfect my technique. I’m sure Lion appreciates it. [Lion — I do!!!]