Another week has begun. I received a spanking on Sunday for forgetting to remind Mrs. Lion that Saturday was a punishment day. It’s ironic that I get punished for not remembering a punishment day. Meanwhile, I’ve been thinking that it might be fun to play Spankardy tonight. I know, I’m a glutton for punishment, but the idea turns me on. Mrs. Lion was a little disappointed at the total number of swats I earned the last time we played. So, it looks like we will be modifying the rules once again. Here’s how they will go:

  • I get one swat for every question I don’t answer during the regular Jeopardy round.
  • I get two swats if I answer a question incorrectly.
  • During double jeopardy the swat assignment doubles: two for not answering and four for getting one wrong.
  • In either round, I can bet during the daily doubles. I can bet up to the entire number of swats I’ve earned.
  • I can do the same during Final Jeopardy.

This modification is certain to make the spanking I get at the end of the game considerably more painful. Remembering how reluctant a spanker Mrs. Lion was in the not-too-distant past, it’s interesting that she wanted to find a way to increase my discomfort. I want to point out that the last time we played, a week or two ago, she was hitting as hard as she does when she punishes me. I’m not complaining. It’s exactly what I expect. I’m just a little surprised that Mrs. Lion feels the same way.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. Lioness 4.0 has a decidedly less sympathetic view of paddling me. I’m not sure she’s given it any thought, but it seems to me that 4.0 has only one speed. I like that. It’s not that it’s fun to get a painful spanking, but it’s very exciting to have the stakes raised on games we play. If Spankardy is going to result in a sore, red bottom if I don’t do a good job answering questions, I am much more intensely involved. It seems to turn up the volume on the sexual excitement anticipating the game.

What about domestic discipline?

When it comes to our disciplinary relationship, we seem to have hit a bit of a wall. Mrs. Lion said she was going to be a great deal more sensitive about things I do that might annoy her. This heightened sensitivity was designed to help her build a new disciplinary habit: punishing me for upsetting her. When we first discussed it, I got a couple of spankings when I annoyed her. Since then, either I’ve been perfectly well behaved or Mrs. Lion is still having trouble making the transition.

I get it. It’s much more difficult to hold me accountable for doing things that might piss her off. This is tricky in the same way learning to punish me for getting food on my shirt or eating first was for her in the beginning. Mrs. Lion has become a vigilant observer of my behavior in that respect. I can’t get away with a thing when it comes to those initial rules. Apparently, it takes a new kind of awareness to identify behavior that needs correcting.

Unfortunately, it’s not as simple to identify specific things I might do to trigger punishment. It’s highly subjective. I think that’s true of any behavioral issue. We spent a lot of time learning how to establish our roles and consequences for me. We haven’t really developed behavioral reasons for using these tools. Since I initiated domestic discipline in our marriage, I think I have the responsibility to help nudge it along. Unfortunately, I am terrible at identifying things I do that might be annoying to Mrs. Lion. If I were more self-aware, I could confess doing things that might have upset her.

She does a very good job of hiding her feelings. I’m only aware of her being upset if I’ve done something fairly serious. When I bring that up, invariably she shrugs it off. She doesn’t seem to want to translate my offense into punishment. I’m not sure how I can help. My lack of self-awareness really gets in the way here. I guess all I can do is keep reminding Mrs. Lion what we agreed we would try. When she finally decides to take it up, I know I’m going to be very sorry I started this. Actually I won’t be. It’s just what I need and what I think will make things better for both of us.

After all this time you would think I could remember to remind Mrs. Lion of punishment days. I managed to forget on Saturday. My deadline for reminding her is 8:30 PM. At 9 she asked me if I had reminded her. I had to confess that I didn’t.

“Oh well,” she said and smiled.

Oh well, indeed! I’m due for a punishment spanking. Mrs. Lion spanked me before we started watching football. It was absolutely no fun at all. Being punished is no longer an event with sexual overtones. The idea of being spanked turns me on, but not when I’m thinking about being punished.

rubber tawse

Spanking me is just one more item on Mrs. Lion’s to-do list. Since she evolved into Lioness 4.0, that means punishing me is a dispassionate exercise in making me hurt as much as possible. 4.0 is devoid of sympathy. She knows that her job as my disciplinary wife is to make each punishment as miserable as she can.

From what she’s said recently, she is also working on discovering which paddle(s) she can use to assure I will continue to feel pain for at least a day after she spanks me. It seems to me that she is approaching this with the same experimental sense of adventure she’s exhibited in the past.

Now that she means business when she spanks me, I can’t tell what she is using to beat me. A recent punishment spanking was administered with the heavy rubber tawse. She has three implements made from thick conveyor belt material: the tawse, a 3″ wide paddle, and another paddle the same size with large holes drilled into it. The rubber paddles tend to give me purple marks that last for a few days. They don’t hurt after the spanking, they just look bad. As you might expect, they hurt like hell while Mrs. Lion is spanking me.

Another favorite is the spoon-shaped paddle. This one is made from heavy, imported hardwood. It looks like a big kitchen spoon. It’s not. This is a mean paddle with a nice long handle to give Mrs. Lion a lot of leverage. When she swings it hard, I yelp and scream. I hate that one!

She also likes her bloodwood paddles. These were made for me by John Hanson. He made truly vicious toys. Before the spanking spoon (made by Sporkwood. You can find them on Etsy), they were the most painful paddles in her arsenal. I speculated that perhaps the Hanson paddles might make me more red than purple.

We got into the “color” discussion because pictures Mrs. Lion takes of my bottom after spankings show very little red. She says that my bottom is quite red, but the pictures barely show pink. I stupidly suggested that maybe she should work for a deeper red that might show up better. I don’t know if she plans to see if she can do that later when she spanks me.

I really need to keep my mouth shut.

Based on our posts, it would be easy to get the impression that Mrs. Lion and I discuss male chastity, FLR, and domestic discipline constantly. In fact, it doesn’t come up very often at all. There really isn’t a lot to talk about. She likes to hear if I am horny and if it hurts to sit after a spanking. Beyond that, everything is either understood or doesn’t need my input.

I like talking about these topics. Being the target/object of all the activities, I like the feeling of participation I get when we discuss them. Mrs. Lion indulges me sometimes, but clearly sees no need for conversation. I know my explicit rules. I also understand that I need to be respectful to Mrs. Lion. That’s not rocket science and doesn’t need analysis.

If I break a rule or otherwise commit an offense, Mrs. Lion will let me know I will be punished. Again, I don’t need any more information. I can ask what I did to earn the punishment. Mrs. Lion will tell me. I certainly shouldn’t ask when she plans to spank me. She’ll let me know when she is ready. I don’t need any further instruction. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to have a longer conversation about it. But that is just my desire to talk about a favorite subject.

One thing I have asked Mrs. Lion to do is to treat spanking me as just another needed task. I don’t think it should be special or require any more of her time than it takes to administer it. The other day that’s exactly what she did. She didn’t care about earlier conversations about which paddle has what effect. According to her, she just selected one she thought would hurt me (they all do!) and then spanked me with the single objective of causing me pain and hopefully having me continue to feel that pain for a day or more later. That was it.

When she finished, she just told me that she was done and put her paddle away. That’s it. Not another word. She didn’t solicit feedback about how much it hurt. She didn’t offer to tell me much about the condition of my bottom beyond noting there were just a few blood spots. My skin tends to split a little during a spanking. There are no visible sores or scabs. A little blood appears. This bleeding doesn’t signal a bruise or other lasting mark. Mrs. Lion has learned to ignore it.

This rather impersonal approach to punishing me has an effect. It makes me realize that spanking is the inevitable result of an offense. There is no BDSM component. Mrs. Lion is not emotional about it. It’s her job to punish me and she does it. She isn’t interested in how I like it. She wants to hurt me enough to think twice about repeating the offense. My only input was when I managed to get into trouble. After that, it is clear that I have absolutely no input.

She knows when to lock me up

While we aren’t quite there yet, the same is true about wearing a male chastity device. Mrs. Lion is starting to let me know that she doesn’t need me to tell her if I am wild. In the past, she would forget to lock me up after play. Unless I reminded her that I was wild, I could stay unlocked for a day or more. Now, she remembers and tells me when to put the base ring on. A little later she locks me into my cage. No input from me is required.

I like this. I tend to overshare and try to participate in things that don’t require my input. Apparently lioness 4.0 has no need to hear from me. I suppose the next logical step is to punish me if I stick my nose in where it isn’t wanted. I get the feeling she is thinking along those lines. I’m not going to ask her. I’m not that stupid.

Evolution can almost go on unnoticed. This is as true in relationships as it is in nature. In nature, most evolution fails. The latest mutation isn’t viable. Eventually, one will be superior in some way. If it breeds true, the species moves forward. If the environment changes and no positive evolution occurs, extinction is the inevitable result.

The same is true when it comes to human behavior. In our case it is kink. Introducing something new like domestic discipline represents a behavioral mutation. In order for it to succeed, it has to coexist with the environment of the relationship. Initially, it was a sexually-motivated fantasy of mine. I love the idea of physical control. When we started I had never experienced it. The idea of being spanked for doing something wrong was very hot to me.

This was the genesis, the initial behavioral mutation that began domestic discipline for us. I proposed it to Mrs. Lion and she agreed to try it. At that stage, it was extremely fragile. She was uncomfortable punishing me and my vision was very unrealistic. Neither of us had a clue about punishment.

Mrs. Lion created a few simple, easy-to-break rules, and off we went. It was very artificial at first. It was more of a BDSM scene. If I showed the slightest unhappiness at being spanked, Mrs. Lion stopped. She defined her role in terms of making me happy. I wanted to be punished, so she accommodated me. I think you’ll agree that it couldn’t go on like this for very long.

In fact, it did. Mrs. Lion learned to be an eagle-eyed observer of my behavior. I agreeably got into position for spanking each time she caught me breaking a rule. Her spankings became more severe. All this happened slowly. It became a habit for both of us. Fortunately, this pattern worked for us. I can’t say it was fun, but it wasn’t something we wanted to avoid either. The rules were simple and each time I broke one Mrs. Lion spanked me.

As the spankings became more painful, I worked harder to avoid earning them. I can’t claim that was a conscious decision. It wasn’t. Evolution. Both of us wrote about our experiences here. I think that helped us evolve. I knew that these changes had taken place. I didn’t fully understand the extent until Monday night.

I had forgotten to remind Mrs. Lion that last Thursday was punishment day. When I pointed that out (Yes, I do confess when I realize I break a rule), Mrs. Lion said I earned punishment. Between lack of sleep and other mundane things, Mrs. Lion didn’t spank me until Monday night. She told me to get into position. I can’t tell you how little I wanted to be spanked. It was something I absolutely wanted to avoid. Nevertheless, I got into position.

rubber tawse

Without a word, Mrs. Lion began paddling me. She didn’t stop until I was screaming into the bed and some small blood spots had appeared on my bottom. She used one of the rubber paddles. They sting horribly. I can still feel it a day later. The revelation occurred to me much later. We had evolved again.

First of all, Mrs. Lion spanked me as a routine chore she had to do. It had no emotional content that I could detect. She didn’t seem interested in my reactions. She had her own idea of what she wanted to accomplish. She wanted it to hurt and keep on hurting. She definitely didn’t want me to like it. I didn’t.

Her approach is a fully sustainable model of her role as my disciplinary wife. She is a force like gravity. Break a rule and she will punish me. There is no possibility she won’t. That’s what I wanted. Now I have it. It’s no fun and it isn’t arousing. It also isn’t going to go away. That’s the thing about evolution; a successful mutation will thrive.

There is one area that hasn’t seemed to evolve, at least with lioness 3.0: punishment for annoying her. With all the progress we have made as a disciplinary couple, the transition to more subjective offenses and punishment has been very slow in coming. 3.0 did spank me a couple of times for interrupting or acting like a know-it-all. She hasn’t shown the consistent observation and punishment she’s applied to my simpler set of rules.

I know this is much more difficult for her. I suspect a change is coming. 4.0 showed herself the other night when we played. She made sure I kept feeling the burn from her menthol rub after it started to wear off. That is a brand new behavior. I sensed a difference on Monday night when she spanked me. She was emotionless when she punished me. I don’t remember that level of detachment before. I may be wrong. It could be something else, but I felt a difference. Even the beating felt a little different. I can’t explain it other than to say I hated it more than usual. It could be that lioness 4.0 is the next step in our evolution. If so, things might be more difficult for me when she arrives.