travel spanking paddle

Stanley Steemer didn’t get the dog pee smell out of my office. They are trying again today (Monday). I hope they can get rid of it. I can only stay in it if we have an exhaust fan blasting air outside. Unsurprisingly, the dog isn’t bothered by it at all. Mrs. Lion was busy on Sunday. She installed the replacement water filters and gave me a Brazillian. I’m nicely waxed. She also took time to take advantage of the oil she used to remove excess wax to play with my penis. It felt very good.

I need to get back to writing my book. The smell in my office is too much for me to stay long. I’ve been writing on my laptop, but I don’t like the keyboard as much as the one I have for my desktop. Hopefully, the smell will be gone today. I’ve been thinking about a completely different approach to my latest book. It may be too difficult to rewrite completely. I’m over 40,000 words in. Oh well.

Mrs. Lion said that she plans to ride me for my next orgasm. That’s exciting! That would be the cherry on top of our currently-vanilla lifestyle. Well, not entirely vanilla. She still decides when I get to ejaculate. Let’s just say vanilla for us. This happens when Mrs. Lion has a lot to do and isn’t feeling her best. Her shoulder has been bothering her. I’m fine with the hiatus. She’s entitled to time off from lion taming. I’m pretty well trained, and I’ve kept out of serious trouble. I haven’t been spanked in over three weeks. I’m sure that when she feels better, I will get a “just because” spanking.

I’ve been trying to watch my behavior. I’m not sure that Mrs. Lion has been noting times that I’ve annoyed her. I want her to resume being vigilant. I’m convinced that when she punishes me for upsetting her, we are both happier. Meanwhile, I will continue doing my best to make her happy.

Have you thought about the difference between teaching and training? Regardless of dictionary definitions, the two words have very different meanings, especially when it comes to our power exchanges. Teaching is part of a cooperative process called education. The student and teacher cooperate to transfer knowledge to the student.

Training doesn’t require active cooperation on the part of the trainee. It’s an imperative process. The trainee will do what he is being trained to perform. Success will be rewarded, failure punished. The trainer is in charge and can do what is necessary to assure the trainee performs as desired.

I can sign up for a course in creative writing. The teacher offers knowledge for me to consume. Mrs. Lion trains me to prepare the coffee pot every day. If I fail, I get punished. If I don’t learn the lesson in creative writing, I can get a bad grade, but I don’t actively suffer. You could argue that in most cases, this is a difference without a distinction. That’s only because many people are sloppy with language.

Most people have very few occasions where they are trained. Soldiers are trained. They have to succeed or get punished. That is an unusual situation. When Mrs. Lion makes a rule or corrects me, it is a training exercise. I don’t have to want the training. I have to accept it. If I fail to do what I am told, I get spanked. Yes, I initiated domestic discipline, but I don’t control it. I certainly don’t like being spanked. It’s painful. I get turned on by the idea of a spanking but get absolutely no sexual arousal out of the actual event. I’m always genuinely sorry I didn’t do as I was told when Mrs. Lion spanks me.

Speaking of the difference between teaching and training, was I taught to stay in position for a beating, or was I trained to do it? Either word seems to fit, but there is an important difference. I didn’t choose to learn to allow my bottom to be blistered. I had no choice. I was trained. A few years ago, Mrs. Lion did one of her “experiments” where she spanked me almost every night. The idea was for me to learn to stay in position for at least 300 swats. The training went on until I was able to do it, even when Mrs. Lion was making me yelp.

She wasn’t teaching me. She was training me. I didn’t learn as much as I was trained to stay. I had to do it and would suffer until I successfully stayed in position until she finished. I’m well trained now. I docilely get in position and stay until she tells me that I can get up.

I have mixed feelings about having to say that she “trained” me to do something. The implied submission is embarrassing. I wouldn’t want to tell people that I was spanked either. It feels fine to say that Mrs. Lion taught me something, but not that she trained me to do something. Come to think of it, I don’t remember her ever saying that she trained me to do something.

I can understand why our brand of domestic discipline can seem confusing. It’s based on my need to be spanked. That need is sexual. I’m turned on thinking about getting a spanking. I’m not turned on by role-playing. I can’t get into it. I find that pretending to be a naughty schoolboy or an employee always late to work to be silly. Before domestic discipline, spanking was a sort of foreplay. It was hot and worked. Generally, I would get spanked and then wanked. It was fun. Mrs. Lion did that for me after we started BDSM play.

It didn’t happen very often. Mrs. Lion never really got into it. Beating my bottom never did anything for her. She did it because I wanted it. After we started male chastity, I experienced real control. Mrs. Lion had absolute control over when I could ejaculate. She could edge me day after day without relief. That obviously turned me on.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that the teasing wasn’t the main attraction of male chastity. It was surrendering sexual control. It was a stomach-fluttering feeling knowing that I had absolutely no ability to orgasm regardless of how horny I got. She would bring me to the edge over and over and then tell me that was all I was going to get.

Once I understood the power her control had over me, I wondered what would happen if that power went beyond sex. I fantasized about Mrs. Lion spanking me for breaking the rules. They weren’t BDSM spankings that were foreplay to jerking off. They were bottom-blistering spankings intended to make me regret my transgression. I got hard thinking about it.

Now, Mrs. Lion thinks nothing of blistering my bottom

I asked Mrs. Lion to extend her control. She agreed. It took a while before her spankings were sufficient to make me regret my sins. Once they passed that threshold, things changed for me. I actually thought about my actions in terms of being spanked. Setting up the coffee pot and eating neatly became priorities. I was Mrs. Lion’s disciplined husband. I am anything but excited when she lets me know I earned punishment. There is no sexual rush.

That doesn’t mean I don’t break the rules. I do. It isn’t willful. I sometimes forget. When I am informed that I forgot, I get an “Oh shit” feeling. I know that very soon, I will be hurting. Over time, I forget less often. Strict punishment is a good teacher. Mrs. Lion is working on expanding into times I interrupt or act like a know-it-all. I’ve been forbidden to act that way for a long time. Mrs. Lion rarely punishes me when I slip. She’s informed me that it is changing now.

The most confusing discovery we have made about domestic discipline is that it starts to stop working if I go too long without being punished. When that happens, Mrs. Lion starts to allow me to go unpunished for offenses. I forget how much I dislike being punished and get sloppy. Mrs. Lion has instituted “just because” spankings. If I go more than a couple of weeks without a punishment, Mrs. Lion will spank me “just because” I must have done something wrong she didn’t see.

The real reason for this unearned punishment is to keep the dislike of how a spanking feels fresh in my mind. It also reminds both of us that we are in a disciplinary marriage. Mrs. Lion is reminded of her role and gets practice beating my butt. It works! I almost earned a punishment on Saturday when I nearly forgot to set up the coffee pot. Fortunately, I remembered before we went to bed. I try to be good.

It isn’t a secret that men initiate male chastity and domestic discipline relationships. All of the fantasy stories about these practices feature strong women who take power and control their male partners. Some guys search for these women in the real world. Unless you pay to play, you won’t find them. That doesn’t mean they don’t exist. I’m married to one.

The biggest rookie mistake a guy can make is to try to get his partner to turn into one of those fantasy tops. Simply telling your wife you want her to lock you into a chastity device and become your cruel sex mistress is pretty much destined not to work. The same is true with domestic discipline. Chances are very good that she isn’t interested in becoming a micro-managing mommy.

Look at it from her side. One evening you tell her that you’ve been reading about spanking. You ask her to spank you. She’s wondering what you really want. She probably won’t ask you. Maybe she’s interested. The next sentences are crucial. If you go on to give her various femdom fantasy plots as the explanation for your request, it’s game over. Initially, I asked Mrs. Lion to spank me because it turns me on to be spanked. She thought it was odd but agreed to try.

There was no discussion of reasons to spank me beyond me wanting to be spanked. I usually had to ask her for a spanking. She almost always agreed. I encouraged her to spank me harder and longer. It took a lot of time until I started to regret being so encouraging. Before I go further, let me say that I didn’t have a master plan to suck Mrs. Lion into a disciplinary lifestyle. What we have has evolved organically.

I was happy that my sexual need for spanking was being met. I imagined Mrs. Lion spanking me if I broke the rules. I didn’t have a sharp fantasy about how that would work for us. Sure, I read all I could on the subject, but I couldn’t see us fitting into those extreme plots. So, with honesty being the best policy, I told Mrs. Lion what I was thinking about. I asked her to spank me if I broke a rule. “What rules?” she asked.

Good question. We both started thinking (and writing here) about it. She came up with the best ideas. She understood that if we were really going to have a disciplinary marriage, she needed to learn to observe infractions and punish them. She created some simple rules that would be extremely easy for me to break. The idea was that we would both get practice that way. Eventually, she would make more serious rules that impacted her more.

Over three years later, she still spanks me for breaking any of those simple rules. In fact, only one other rule is consistently enforced: I have to set up the coffee pot every day so she can just push a button for our morning coffee. Absolutely every time I forget, I get spanked. The spankings are meant to impress upon me the importance of obeying that rule. It works. Yes, I need regular “reminders.” Mrs. Lion is happy to provide them. She has made some other, more important rules. They include real behavioral issues like not interrupting her. However, she hasn’t enforced them yet. I think she will ultimately be happier once she treats them as consistently as my forgetting to set up the coffee pot.

We started male chastity the same way. I have long had an interest in male chastity. In 2013 I decided to ask her to lock me into a chastity device. Mrs. Lion agreed. It took a while to work out how she would manage my sexual desires. She has been very consistent in her sexual control of me. The first time she locked me up, she told me I couldn’t masturbate. It’s over seven years later, and I haven’t.

With or without a chastity device, I never take things into my own hand. I get sex when Mrs. Lion decides to give it to me. She regularly teases me and, when the time is right, she makes me come. No-fuss, no muss, no bother. It’s her game and her rules. In a recent post, she said she was thinking of making me jerk off under her supervision. So far, she hasn’t. The idea holds some fascination for me. It’s been a lot of years since I made myself ejaculate. I don’t think that I would become a sneak masturbator if she made me do it. It would certainly be a novelty for both of us. The only other sexual activity I haven’t enjoyed in a long time is vaginal intercourse. The last time we did that was March 2018. Anal was many years before that. Of these activities, supervised masturbation is the most likely.

The key takeaway from all this is that Mrs. Lion has most of the control when it comes to our evolution. I may have introduced male chastity and domestic discipline. I may also offer way too many suggestions on how I want them to go. It doesn’t matter anymore.  Mrs. Lion listens (or reads) but chooses what to try and what to ignore. Sometimes that frustrates the hell out of me. But that’s just a lion problem.