Have you noticed that I write more about sex when the time since my last orgasm starts getting long? The same is true with spanking. I write more posts about being spanked as time since my last spanking gets longer. Is this a way to indirectly ask to ejaculate or get a sore bottom? Perhaps. At the least, it shows that my thoughts are moving in those directions.

There’s a strong connection between writing about being spanked and about ejaculating. Both are sexual. One of the more embarrassing ironies in the way I’m wired is that I get aroused thinking about being spanked. I’m very aware that when Mrs. Lion spanks me, it’s a long, painful, bruising experience. I hate it when she spanks me. Nevertheless, I get turned on thinking about it. If thinking about it didn’t turn me on, it would be more difficult to convince me to get in position and take it.

OK, that’s not entirely true. Once I form the disciplinary habit, I get into position and accept the spanking without any sexual component. Those of us in a disciplinary marriage have learned that we must accept domestic discipline as our wives require. It’s conditioning. It’s well established that the disciplined male initiates domestic discipline. In my case, the sexual excitement of thinking about being spanked drove me to ask Mrs. Lion to spank me. This same sexual energy causes me to encourage her to become stricter, even now.

All this sexual interest doesn’t cause me to disobey my disciplining wife consciously. I work hard to avoid punishment. We both know that I need regular “just because” punishment spankings if I don’t earn any through specific offenses. Mrs. Lion decides when one is needed.

I get very aroused when I think about Mrs. Lion teasing me and not letting me ejaculate. When she gets me to the edge, all I can think about is coming. I want it more than anything. She stops, and I’m left hanging. She does it again and again. When she finally stops, I don’t try to finish myself. I lie there panting. It makes no more sense than getting aroused thinking about being spanked.

We’ve been doing this for years. It’s natural and expected in our marriage. It works for both of us. It may not make sense to other people. It doesn’t have to. We both recognize the ironies. We are happily different.

I doubt I did what Lion expected last night. I told him I’d tease him without letting him come. However, I wasn’t clear whether that meant that I was just going to get him excited or if I was going to edge him. I also haven’t figured out what to do if he has an “unsanctioned” orgasm when I’m only trying to tease him. This last issue could have become a problem last night.

I decided to use the Magic Wand. Rather than sit on the bed cross-legged beside him, I sat on the opposite edge of the bed next to him. There was more twisting for my back, but less reaching. I was also able to do little drive-by licks and sucks along the way. It’s been a few days since we’ve played so my weenie sprang to attention when the Magic Wand hit it. Sometimes it’s hit or miss with the Magic Wand. Not last night. I was afraid Lion was going to charge right up and over the edge.

On the one hand, I’m thinking I should be happy if he has an orgasm when I’m not going for one. After all, taking away that expectation should allow him to enjoy the ride, so to speak. Without the added pressure of getting to the edge, maybe he will get there. And if he gets there, it’s only a matter of a stroke or two before he’s over the edge. Yay, right?

On the other hand, if I’ve told him I’m not going for an orgasm, he shouldn’t have one. Couldn’t his having one be equated with him deciding when he has an orgasm? That’s no good. If I spank him for not having an orgasm when I want one, shouldn’t I spank him for having one when I don’t want him to? Of course, you could argue that I’m the one driving things and I should know when he’s close. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes even Lion doesn’t know until it’s too late. But I don’t think that matters. By saying I don’t want an orgasm, I don’t want one. It shouldn’t matter how it happened.

So there! He’ll get spanked if he has one when he shouldn’t and if he doesn’t have one when he should. That’ll fix his little red wagon. More accurately, that will fix his little red butt. [Lion — Promises, promises.]

Based on recent events, it appears I’m not broken. I had my last orgasm after only three days since the one before it. I found myself getting horny the day after both of them. On the day of my last one, I wrote rather sexy stuff for this blog (” Building A Better Male Sex Toy“). My research had me review the “literature” about male sex toys. This included some fun searches on xhamster.com. To make matters worse (better!), viewing related videos was very hot.

I was surprised by my reaction to reading and viewing sexually-oriented stuff. I don’t generally get a rise out of this sort of activity. The only reliable exception is when I read sex scenes I’ve written. My new book, Hacked, has some hot stuff in it, but right now, I am working on unsexy plot arcs. Anyway, I was startled to find myself getting aroused so soon.

When Mrs. Lion used the glass toy (“Scooby-Doo”), I not only tolerated it, I liked it. She followed the anal training with great oral sex that resulted in ejaculation. How about that? I can’t explain the change. My diet is the same. Mrs. Lion is more sexually active with the anal training and “just because” spanking. Is that it? Was it as simple as spanking me and shoving things up my ass? Am I that simple a creature? Maybe.

The only way to find out is to continue abusing my rear to determine if it is the key to keeping me sexually active. I better order a case of anal lube. I suppose Mrs. Lion could expand my horizons by trying other forms of kinky foreplay. She has a large arsenal of tricks that make me squirm and yelp. Speaking of yelping, I’ve noticed that I’m no longer curious what Mrs. Lion is using to spank me. Whatever she selects does the job very painfully. I’m not tempted to look for new implements. What she has works all too well, thank you very much.

That’s probably a growth step in our disciplinary relationship. The next step is probably me learning what implements are the most painful so that when Mrs. Lion tells me she is going to use one of them, I will properly dread it. So far, she doesn’t tell me what she has used. My dread is more generalized.

After I wrote about male sex toys, a follower on Twitter talked about a toy I’ve heard about once before. It’s the Edge-O-Matic 3000. According to the maker’s website and the user manual for the device, it uses an inflatable butt plug to sense the degree of arousal. The device comes with a vibrator similar to the Magic Wand. It’s connected to the controller. It is used to stimulate the penis. According to the maker, as arousal increases, there is activity from the pelvic floor. This squeezes the butt plug, and the change in pressure is measured by the device. After some calibration by the user, the device is supposed to detect when the user is just about to have an orgasm. When it detects that, it stops the vibrator. It then waits a bit to let the user cool off, and it begins again, and again, and again.

One review raved about how well it works. I would love to test this device. I can be tough to edge. Just ask Mrs. Lion. Anyway, as far as I know, this is the only device that uses biofeedback to control its operation. I can’t find anything that measures brain or body activity to maximize arousal. Combining that with the edging feature would be positively diabolical.

Damn Buccaneers! I thought it would be a closer game. The lion got 18 warm-up swats and 93 hard swats. That’s not really a lot in the overall scheme of things. However, I thought it would get his motor going. And it did!

I started with my hand, as I usually do. Then I sat up and continued with my hand. I didn’t think I could get very far that way, but it was nice to try. He’s been doing better with my mouth, as I bet most men would. So I switched to oral. It still took a while, but I think he responded quicker than he would have by hand.

I got him pretty close a few times. He wasn’t quite panting. I was worried about a ruined orgasm. I also thought that maybe I should let him come again, but I wondered if it was too soon. Yes, all these things go through my mind as I’m sucking him. Multitasking. I was just really happy he was staying hard for so long. When I was done, I said we might be getting somewhere. Lion said he doesn’t think he’s as unbroken as I think, but he’s less broken than he thinks. I’m encouraged by the baby steps. I’m cautiously optimistic, and I’m rarely optimistic about anything.

At this point, I’m thinking we go full steam ahead. We can try some anal training and some more spanking. I’m sure both will help our cause. Lion has some other ideas, but I won’t steal his thunder. His post for tomorrow speaks to that. I’m happy to help things along in any way I can. It’s a good thing I like jerking him off and sucking him; otherwise, this might be difficult. It’s like an experiment, and we know how much I like experimenting on Lion. He’s a lucky boy.