I don’t write as much as I used to about male chastity. When it was new, I was fascinated by the feelings of being locked in a chastity device evoked. Desire was amplified. I wanted to ejaculate now! Over time, those feelings subsided. Wearing a steel device around my penis became less of a novelty. It was just part of me. I stopped thinking about jerking off. I still got horny. My penis would try to get hard inside its cage. That amused Mrs. Lion.

Eventually, that stopped too. I only got hard when Mrs. Lion stimulated me after removing the device. After three years of continuous lockup, I forgot that I could get myself off. That’s a good thing because my lioness forbids it. Sans hardware, my chastity is enforced by Mrs. Lion’s power. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to get myself off. I haven’t done it since December 2013.

If you fantasize about this sort of sexual control, you may want to rethink your kink. Based on my experience, there’s no turning back once you go this way. I am not controlling my desire to get myself off with willpower or commitment to my lioness. I am no longer interested in doing it. If she asked me to jerk off, I doubt I would be successful. I’ve been conditioned away from self-gratification.

The same is true of domestic discipline. For the first few years, it was sexy fun. Well, I didn’t get turned on by being spanked, but I got excited thinking about it. I sometimes get aroused thinking about spanking, but it is an infrequent event. Punishment is simply part of our marriage. Most of the readers of this blog probably consider spanking sexually motivated. That’s normal and a very good incentive to keep up with the practice.

Eventually, DD becomes a routine activity. If I break a rule or annoy Mrs. Lion, I get spanked. There is no fuss or ceremony. She brings out the spanking bench. I lie on it, and she straps me down. Then, I get my punishment. One offense gets me ten minutes of strong spanking. Additional offenses earn me an additional five minutes for each one.

There is nothing fun about it. Mrs. Lion considers spanking me as a task she does routinely. It doesn’t turn her on. She isn’t moved by how much the spanking hurts me. I usually make a lot of noise that she ignores.

My point is that if you consistently do something, it will eventually become a routine part of your life. Be careful what you ask for.

Today is New Year’s Eve. It’s a day to reflect on the past year. In most ways, 2021 is a year most of us want to forget. COVID got in the way of nearly anything people wanted to do. Mrs. Lion and I hunkered down and avoided contact with others. My lioness was permitted to work from home. We love each other’s company. In that sense, things are better for us.

My vision has deteriorated a little more. It’s more difficult for me to do simple things like cook. With Mrs. Lion as my sous chef, I made most of our Christmas dinner. I had a great time cooking with her. I miss being able to cook. Maybe in 2022, we can plan to work together in the kitchen more often. Tonight’s dinner will be a pot roast we will prepare. Yum!

2021 is our eighth year practicing male chastity and our fifth of domestic discipline. Our blog is celebrating its eighth anniversary in February. As of today, we have written 5,386 posts. This makes our blog one of the largest, if not the largest male chastity blog in the world. We may hold a record in other categories as well.

The blog continues to provide us with opportunities to communicate with each other and with you. Our daily posts accurately chronicle our evolution. In one sense, it’s not a good thing. Newcomers may find what we write now less useful in helping them get into our kink. We have some static pages (menu is across the top of our pages) designed to help with subjects that many of our readers want to see. The ones on male chastity are among the most popular search engine referrals.

We lost our beloved golden retriever, Daisy, in 2021. It was incredibly painful for both of us. A month or so after she passed, we got a golden retriever puppy. She’s totally different from our previous goldens. At seven weeks, she housebroke herself and had relatively few accidents in the house. She’s a nut and gets frantic a few times a day. This has been difficult for us. We both hope she will settle down soon.

Things that used to be challenging for Mrs. Lion are now routine. She considers spanking me as an everyday task. She has no remorse for making my bottom sore for days after a spanking. She says that it isn’t fun for her but doesn’t bother her. Domestic discipline is completely assimilated into our marriage.

I’m happy that we started all this. Our blog has connected us with great people. Male chastity and domestic discipline add richness to our lives. If you had asked us in 2014 if we would be permanently doing all this. We both would have laughed. I guess the laugh is on us.

This is me after my 20-minute spanking. Click image to view larger.

It is amazing how making sex contingent upon taking my punishment motivates me. I actually asked Mrs. Lion to spank me on Sunday night. She was kind(?) enough to accommodate me. She set the timer to twenty minutes and got to work. I suggested leather paddles which I imagined would be less likely to make me bleed.

Mrs. Lion agreed. She ended up using leather and rubber paddles as well as her crop. I didn’t know what she was using. Everything hurt a lot. She ended up stopping a little short of the full twenty minutes. It was a miserable experience for me. She was no worse for the wear. The leather paddle produced more red and less blood. The combination of tools managed to bruise me and make sitting a bit uncomfortable the next day.

I can’t comment on technique other than to say that when she wants to, my lioness can make that leather paddle hurt and make me yelp loudly. After she finished, she took a shower and joined me in bed. True to her word, after a very long time teasing me by petting my inner thigh but not actually touching her weenie or balls, she played with my penis. I’m sorry to report that I didn’t get hard. It felt good, but I couldn’t get it up.

I guess that I needed to recover from my punishment before I could respond. I was disappointed. Perhaps Monday night will be more productive.

The picture with this post was taken with me on the spanking bench. Mrs. Lion had applied an antiseptic cream before taking it. That’s why I am shiny. My skin felt leather when she was done. My bottom is more tender today than last night. Poor me!

You could say that things have gotten more interesting around here. I managed to avoid getting punished on Saturday night. Neither of us was in the mood. Mrs. Lion was tired, and her legs ached. My digestion was still off, and the last thing I wanted was to be on the spanking bench. She was kind enough to postpone the inevitable.

We snuggled for a long time. It felt warm and cozy. Mrs. Lion’s hand never strayed near my penis. I didn’t say anything but wondered why she didn’t want to be sexual. Then I read her Sunday post, “I Won’t Yank Until I Spank.” Oh boy, there’s a consequence for delaying punishment. I can’t say that postponing sexual activity is enough to make me beg to be spanked. It is enough to encourage prompt administration of lioness justice.

Her post makes it clear that she’s come to terms with the idea of punishing me. She equates delaying sex with grounding a child. I can’t fault her reasoning. If I’m delaying a punishment, why should Mrs. Lion give me sexual pleasure? Her idea certainly increases my interest in getting the punishment done.

It’s a very smart idea. I’m interested in being spanked because it turns me on to think about it –not to get it. By withholding sexual activities until I’ve been spanked, she’s increasing my interest in mounting the spanking bench—diabolical lioness.

This is a classic case of “Be careful what you wish for.” I’ve been writing about maternal discipline as a model for a disciplinary wife. Apparently, Mrs. Lion is evolving toward that model. It isn’t so much that I see myself as a child with Mrs. Lion as my mommy. That’s the furthest thing from my mind. If you think about it, the only models of loving authority come from parents. The Catholic church has never been shy about adopting useful models. They call priests “father.”

It makes sense. We all understand the power exchange between parents and children. Parents love their children and administer punishment to help them grow into better adults. Mrs. Lion uses discipline to help me be a better man. That authority doesn’t make me a little boy or mean that she micromanages me. She doesn’t.

She knows that I’m horny. Now that the rule is in place that there is no sex until pending punishments are delivered, I hope she will deliver justice promptly.