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I'm not a doctor, but from all accounts Lion's surgery has not failed. I've spoken with people whose friends, relatives, acquaintances, etc. have had the same surgery and even after a year do not have the range of motion or strength that Lion has after three months. And it has only been three months plus a few days. I am anxiously awaiting the results of the MRI on Thursday so I know whether I need to go open a can of whoopass on the surgeon.

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. What sort of bedside manner do you have when you blame the patient and jump to such dire conclusions? I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was having a bad day. The first time Lion saw him he said the surgeon was curt with him and not forthcoming with details about the surgery and recovery. I went to the pre-op with him and suddenly he was a friendly guy with all the answers on the world. Lion said he thought he might be afraid of me. Well, doctor, you should be afraid now. Don't make me come to this appointment with Lion. It won't end well for you.

I don't want to paint a picture of Lion as a basket case. He's not sniveling in the corner mourning the failure of the surgery. But he is worried. And when he's worried he's not horny. And I like it when he's horny. I prefer the Lion weather reports that say it's hot and steamy or tropical. When he doesn't mention sex at all, it's a sad day.

Of course, it's not all the surgeon's fault. Lion's allergies are also bad. He's itchy and it's hard to be turned on when you're scratching. Even snuggling has to be cut short when the allergies are driving him crazy.

Lion has been wild since the other night. I see no reason to cage him again since his MRI is tomorrow and he'll need to be wild for that. He's also been wearing his own underwear. That's not to say I've given up any power. Last night I caught him eating first so he will be punished for that. He admitted he was distracted and wasn't paying attention. He'll get his punishment tonight for that infraction.
Now, should it be a spanking along with a "dessert"? I don't really want to bother his skin any more by making him sit on the punishment stool. I don't really want to introduce more chemicals by soaping his mouth. That leaves just plain old corner time. Works for me!

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In: Lion's Journal, Punishment
naughty stool
Here is the stool we covered with tread tape. We added 36-grit sandpaper stripe down the middle. I felt this from the second I sat on the modified stool.

One idea that Mrs. Lion had some time ago was to make me sit on something rough after a spanking. More recently, the idea of corner time was introduced to my punishments. I stood in the corner the first time we tried it. It was hard on my legs. Of course, I thought that was part of the punishment, but Mrs. Lion thought I could sit in the corner. That led to the concept of a naughty stool that could be coated with rough stuff. Painful sitting and corner time!

On our last trip, we bought a wood stool and covered it with tread tape. This is rough, sandpaper-like material that is used on decks, ladders, and other places where a good grip is needed. We tried it, and while it was a bit scratchy on my bare butt, it wasn’t really very uncomfortable. We decided to up the ante.

I went to Home Depot in search of something a bit rougher to add interest to my stool. I know, stupid lion finds ways to be tortured. This was definitely a “dig your own grave” moment. In the tool section, by the belt sanders, there was an array of sanding belts. The coarsest was a 36 grain belt. It hurt to just touch the surface. Naturally, I bought it along with some contact cement to attach it to the naughty stool.

After dinner, I showed my purchase to Mrs. Lion. We didn’t have enough of the nasty sandpaper to cover the entire stool. She decided a single strip down the middle would be enough. I argued, stupidly, that we should have a wider area. No, she put her paw down. A single stripe it would be.

This wasn’t easy material to work with. It was uncomfortable to hold. We cut a strip and using the contact cement, firmly attached it to the naughty stool. I tried it out. Oh yes! Just a few seconds was very uncomfortable. A longer stay will certainly be miserable.

I pointed out to Mrs. Lion that my balls were dangling safely in front of the stool. Being ever-so-helpful, I suggested she could lasso my balls and then pull them under me as I sit down. She is an expert ball wrangler. She didn’t like that suggestion. I later learned that it wasn’t so much that it was a bad idea, as it was me offering way too much help. That annoys her.

I have no doubt that just sitting on that stool for any length of time will be miserable. One minute will feel like ten. I can’t imagine how it will feel on my freshly-spanked bottom as I sit in the corner.

Ok, I realize that I engineered this. But it was something Mrs. Lion also wanted. Maybe she wouldn’t have selected the 36 grit sanding belt. Sanding belts of any grit are designed with the abrasive particles further apart so that the moving belt will eject material removed from the work. In terms of discomfort, the more widely spaced grit allows each sharp piece to dig further into my tender, just-spanked hide.

This is the top in me coming out. I can’t help it. Mrs. Lion knows. Sometimes it amuses her that I give her tools to torture me. Other times she gets annoyed that I am getting something she didn’t ask for. In this case she is amused. She wanted the naughty stool to have sharper teeth. I won’t be laughing when I have to spend some time on it. I’ll have plenty of time to consider my Home Depot purchase.

Last night, I was punished for upsetting Mrs. Lion recently. Julie, of StrictJulieSpanks helpfully suggested that I should be punished if Mrs. Lion feels out of sorts whether or not I had anything to do with what bothered her. Mrs. Lion decided to take her advice. So, last night I got the hairbrush paddle from my thighs to the top of my butt. She didn’t neglect spreading my cheeks and applying her paddle to my cleft. Ouch!

After the spanking, she moved the naughty stool into the corner and directed me to sit down. I don’t know how long I spent there but I could feel each sharp bit of grit in the new red stripe. My balls escaped, hanging safely in front of the stool. I continued feeling it for hours after I was released. Mrs. Lion wants to apply more of the 36-grit sanding belt to the stool. I suppose we will do that later this week. Poor lion!

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In: Lion's Journal, Punishment, Spanking

lion in blue thong panties
This is the new, blue, sparkly thong I wore yesterday. It speaks for itself. [Click image to enlarge]
This morning when I told Mrs. Lion I was going to get dressed, she said, “Wear the pink panties.”

I didn’t really remember what panties I had, but sure enough there was a pair of hip-hugging, pink panties. We bought them at WalMart on Saturday. I put them on, but they kept sliding down. I have very narrow hips and there isn’t anything there to hold them up. I suggested a thong would stay up better. That’s because they move into my ass crack and that holds them up. Mrs. Lion was agreeable, so I am wearing a sparkly blue thong trimmed in black.

I forgot I was wearing women’s undies until we stopped and I had to pee. When I opened my pants and reached inside, I was greeted by a small, satin pouch. “Oh crap! I’m wearing that thong,” I thought. It wasn’t a problem for me, just a surprise. When we got home, while I was undressing, Mrs. Lion yelled from the other room, “Leave your panties on!”

Here I sit wearing nothing but a sparkly, blue thong with black trim from WalMart. How fashionable!

On the way home, we discussed the new spanking stool. Mrs. Lion wants us to get another so we have one in the camper and another at home. It’s clearly a lioness winner. The anti-skid tape we put on the seat isn’t really all that scratchy to sit on. Mrs. Lion thinks we need very coarse sandpaper with, sharp gravel-like abrasive on it. We will shop for it this week. Meantime, she likes corner time for me sitting on the stool. It’s a very boring post-spanking ritual that others incorporate as well.

We’ve learned some very useful things from Julie. It’s too bad she is so far away. She has a lot more experience with discipline than we have. Mrs. Lion is becoming quite expert herself. I got an over-the-knee spanking this weekend. It does feel different from just lying on the bed and getting swatted. I felt more restrained. It was much more intimate. I could feel Mrs. Lion’s body heat. It was totally different from any play spanking I ever received or, for that matter gave. It was easy for her to spread my cheeks and pay attention to the tender flesh of my butt crack. She seemed much more in control.

Something else we learned from Julie is technique. My spankings used to be over in a minute or two. There were four-to-seven very hard swats before I could take any more. Then it was all over. Now, with Mrs. Lion providing warmup swats (which also hurt), she administers hundreds of swats covering my entire bottom and sit spot. She even did some spanking of my upper thighs. Unlike when I lay on the bed, I found it nearly impossible to clench my butt. That reduces the pain of each swat. My bottom stayed relaxed and receptive to Mrs. Lion.

There isn’t any new dialogue during my spanking. Mrs. Lion did make a point of telling me why I was being spanked. My reactions were the usual yelps and screams. Mrs. Lion isn’t comfortable being in the mommy mode and, so far, hasn’t come up with any responses she requires before she will even consider stopping. I think that spankings might go on a bit more. (I will really regret saying this). I get a nice pink color, but we haven’t reached the red, black and blue color that would most likely hurt for a day or two.

It isn’t that Mrs. Lion is at fault. It’s that we both have to progress to this point. There’s so much more to my punishment spankings. There’s our attitude, our ability to administer and receive the sufficient amount of swats. And, our approach to discipline. Let’s face it, despite what you might read on many domestic discipline websites, punishment, particularly spanking is a ritual with its own set of rules and techniques. We are just starting to work out ours.

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In: BDSM, Lion's Journal, Punishment

lion''s naughty stool
This is my naughty stool. We bought it Saturday aand covered it with anti-skid tape to assure my freshly-spanked bottom will feel it. [Click image to enlarge]
[Sunday morning] I managed to get some olive oil on my shirt last night when we went out to dinner. That earned me more punishment. I had already racked one up for spilling the day before. I asked Mrs. Lion if she wanted to “bank” this punishment for a later date. She said that instead, if she wanted she could add a second punishment desert, like both corner time and mouth soaping. I shrugged.

During the day we did some shopping. We went to Walmart. Mrs. Lion took me to the Ladies underwear department. I had to stand there while she took a lot of time selecting panties for me. She would hold up a pair to show me. My reaction, I think, guided her purchases. I ended up with seven pairs of panties. Four of them are thongs. The rest, have very high legs designed to expose maximum cheek. They are a combination of pink, lace, or horrid patterns. She hasn’t revealed what I am going to do with all that lingerie,

We also bought a “punishment stool”. It’s a standard, high, wood stool. We went to Home Depot and bought a roll of anti-skid tape. This is very gritty tape designed to provide steady footing on ladder rungs. The tape is extra sticky and extra gritting. When we got home, we cut the tape to completely cover the top of the stool.

After dinner, Mrs. Lion brought out a large wooden spoon. The back, hitting surface has a patch of the anti-skid tape on it. We tried over-the-knee spanking again. This time she sat on one end of the couch and I lay over her lap with my chest on the couch. It worked!

After a thorough spanking; it was at least 300 swats, Mrs. Lion put the punishment stool in the corner and told me to sit on it. I did. It bit into my tender butt. She went into the bathroom. I heard the water running. She came out. Her hands were soapy and she had her bar of bath soap. She rubbed her soapy hands through my mouth and then inserted the bar of soap. I bit down on it.

I sat there a long time. Drool dripped al the way down the front of my chest. I hated every minute of it. When it was done, Mrs. Lion said I had been in the corner for twenty minutes It was the longest twenty minutes of my life. I felt and tasted the effects for hours.

Surprisingly, the spoon turned out to be one of the milder spanking implements that Mrs. Lion uses. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt. It just didn’t hurt as much as many of her other toys. I suggested that her hairbrush-shaped paddle is the most severe paddle for OTK. Her long-handled, bloodwood paddle — it has a tiny 3-inch spanking end — is beyond doubt the meanest tools in her bag. I hate even seeing it.

After I did the best job I could rinsing out my mouth and taking a shower to get the droll washed off we relaxed and watched a movie. After the movie, we went to bed. Mrs. Lion snuggled and then got out the Magic Wand. She gave me a great orgasm. I went to sleep smiling.

We’re on our way out now. I asked her what I should wear. Would it be a thong? Maybe the yucky lace? Nope. she wants me to wear my regular underwear with the training collar. Go figure.