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We started out last night with snuggling. I asked Lion if he wanted to do anything and he said he could go either way, but snuggling would be nice. I started out on top of the blankets because I was warm. He was under the blankets because he was cold. That’s not exactly conducive to snuggling. After a while I decided the compromise was for me to pull back the blankets on my side and snuggle under his side. Eventually I enticed him out with promise of oral fun.

For whatever reason, Lion has gone back to his old ways of not being very excited (at least from my point of view). If you recall, he was very horny and excitable before his recent orgasm. We thought something had snapped him out of his long lead up to becoming horny. I guess last time was just a fluke.

It’s not that he’s not horny. His mind may say he’s horny. His body may say he’s horny, but somehow the message doesn’t get to my weenie. He’s slow to respond. I don’t need him to respond quicker. I’m certainly not timing him. I just wonder what happened last time. The only issue I have with his taking longer is that my shoulders hurt last night and I had to stop. Clearly that’s my problem and not his. Well, it’s his in that he didn’t get to the edge and he was having fun. I think, in addition to snuggling, we might need to use the rope or some clothespins. These “marital aids” might get him more excited right off the bat. [Lion comments — A paddle works too :)]

When he was super horny last time, I was wondering if jumping right into oral attention would cause a problem. I didn’t want him to think I was rushing him as he’s thought when I jumped right into playing with him other times. I guess there was no reason to worry then. Now I think we do need a bigger buildup. His mind might be willing but we need to take our time so his body gets caught up. I just don’t want to be accused of rushing him if I start out by tying up his balls. We’ll get there when we get there. I have no time limit. My only goal is to get him to the edge and as frustrated as possible before my shoulders give out. I’ll take some preemptive Tylenol to help the fight.

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Lion got his punishment spanking yesterday afternoon and then he got his haircut. I didn’t shave his head. I was just as careful this time as I was last time and he said it looked good. Excellent answer. I mowed the lawn for the last time this year. I was tired afterward but managed to do everything I needed to do, except for the last load of laundry. I can’t figure out how I could start the laundry in the morning and still have the last load sitting in there at 10 pm. In my defense, we started watching the Apple TV series Brave New World and I snoozed a bit so I think that threw my day off.

It was around 9 when I asked Lion if he wanted some attention. He’d hinted at it while we were eating dinner. He doesn’t usually turn down attention anyway. He took a little bit to get hard, but I didn’t think anything of it. I looked for my rope to tie his balls up before we started. I thought maybe he was taking longer because we don’t play before I suck him. He didn’t need it for the most part, but just before his orgasm, it was taking him longer.

Eventually (it was less than five minutes), Lion got hard and we were rolling along when he seemed to lose it. No problem. I can usually entice him into getting hard again. Then he said he thought he was done. He didn’t know why. I said it was only two days after his orgasm. He said he thought it was the big dinner we’d eaten. It could also be that he needs some playtime. I’ll have to look for the rope again. I was sore from mowing the lawn so I didn’t do an exhaustive search. I will tonight.

Lion will either get his balls tied up or I’ll bring out the clothespins. Maybe we need to bring out the Box o’ Fun again. But then he might get something evil. I predict he will opt for the rope.

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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.]

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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.