Last night Lion asked if he was ever going to be locked up again. I intended to do it Saturday night after his orgasm, but I got sidetracked. I didn’t even think about it yesterday. He’s been locked up only for a few days since his surgery. At first he could barely manage using the facilities one-handed. Then when it finally went back on, he asked me to remove it because it was still too difficult. How do I know when it won’t be too difficult? For that matter, how will Lion? I guess it’s not an issue. It comes off almost every night anyway. I can just leave it off if he needs it off.

He said he likes being wild. I can imagine. I like not having to wear a bra too. Not that it’s the same thing. My bra does not say I belong to Lion. It’s not a reminder that my boobs are for his use only. Actually, he rarely touches them. And I’d be just as happy if they weren’t there at all. Not so with my weenie. It’s mine. And it’s mine whether it’s locked away or not.

Tonight, after I play with my weenie, I’ll tell him to put the base ring on so I can lock him away again. I guess it would have been a more powerful message the other night when I withheld sex if he’d been in his cage, but I think the diaper served a similar purpose. I don’t think he wanted to shove his hand into a wet diaper to play with himself.

Lion has already reminded me that it’s punishment day. Maybe he learned his lesson from Thursday. He says he’s due a punishment for interrupting over the weekend. I do remember him interrupting but it wasn’t annoying. I also remember him staring at me intently, waiting for me to finish what I was saying so he wouldn’t interrupt me. Actually, in an odd way, that annoys me more than his interrupting. It’s like he’s trying to hurry me along so he can talk. Maybe there’s just no pleasing me.

He’s suggested that the punishment fit the crime. For example, if he interrupts he should get his mouth washed out with soap. Obviously that works for infractions dealing with his mouth, but what happens if he spills food on himself? Still soap because he missed his mouth? If he forgets punishment day again? There’s no logical punishment for that. Nah. I’ll just decide what I feel like doing to him. That way I can switch things up as needed.

wet diaper
A heavy, humid blob forms when the diaper absorbs liquid.I have to carry this around for at least an hour each time I pee.

Starting at 1pm on Friday and ending yesterday afternoon, I had to wear a diaper. When I wet it, I had to wait at least an hour before changing to a dry one. It seemed that only a short time after changing into a dry diaper, I had to pee again. So, most of the 24 hours were spent in a wet, heavy diaper. That isn’t as bad as it sounds. Modern disposable, adult diapers have a magic way of turning the wet into a gel and keeping my body pretty dry and odor free.

I still hate wearing one, especially when wet. The pee turns into a hot, heavy blob I have to carry around. This isn’t what I intended to write about, but I figured you might want an update from inside my latest punishment. Diapers are a very effective way to punish me. It’s impossible to forget I am wearing the thing and when wet, it’s very uncomfortable. Twenty-four hours is a good minimum sentence. It’s long enough to make me sincerely regret my behavior.

I didn’t intend to write about diapers today. Another subject came to mind that I think is important. It has to do with the reality of a power exchange. The fantasy about FLR and domestic discipline is that the woman has absolute power and her husband must unquestioningly obey her every command. She has the right to punish him in any way she chooses for as long and with whatever intensity she wants. Hence the concept of the severe spanking, and for that matter, my sitting in a wet diaper.

Many of our readers are confounded by the fact that Mrs. Lion warms me up for a punishment spanking because I asked her to try this. I admit that if you asked me a year ago if I thought a warm up would be appropriate, I would have indignantly said, “No way!”.

So why the big change?

The reality of a continuous power exchange like domestic discipline, FLR, or enforced male chastity is that presumably the two people have a relationship that goes a lot further than just obedience and punishment. I’ve known people who have searched for and finally found a partner whose main attractiveness is his/her interest in completing the desired power exchange. These relationships rarely last very long. Simply put, domestic discipline isn’t substantial enough to build a life around.

I think it makes no sense for the disciplining wife to punish her husband in a way he can’t accept in the spirit in which it is given. I’m spanked as a way to encourage me to follow my rules and obey Mrs. Lion. Certainly, she can beat me with very hard swats from the start. She can go on as long as she likes. But will the outcome of this beating be a positive change in my behavior? Or, will it anger and upset me and make me resent her? If she continues this, which I acknowledge is her right, I will probably lose interest in the power exchange and ask for it to end. If she refuses to end it, I can end it anyway. I’m bigger and stronger after all.

The point is that for any of this to work, it has to be consensual. Both partners have to believe that the power exchange is a positive force. I need to be punished in ways that will make me more careful to be good. When the spanking is over or I take off the last, wet diaper, I have to want to be better. I shouldn’t look back with intense fear or anger and feel abused. The key to success s that Mrs. Lion feels that she has sent her message and that I strongly received it. Doing things I can’t stand moves the focus from learning a lesson to resentment and upset.

I was getting  more and more unhappy with our prior spanking style. I felt that Mrs. Lion wasn’t able to fully express her desire for me to change and I was unable to accept the pain those spankings provided. I tried for a long time to just suck it up and take it. It didn’t work very well. I suggested a change that might allow her to send the message in a more meaningful way.

The way I see it, the big mistake about real-life punishment is the focus some people have on the activity instead of the reason to do it. This focus causes a kind of catholic view that the punishment ritual must be performed a certain way. By definition then, a spanking with a warmup is wrong. If I am honest with Mrs. Lion and express what I believe would deter me from repeating an offense, she should consider my suggestion. Maybe she could try it and see if it works.

For example, I suggested mouth soaping as a punishment dessert when I interrupt her because a spanking and a soaping would direct my attention to the fact that I should pay more attention to my mouth. That’s what interrupted her. So, a memorable spanking followed by mouth soaping allows the punishment to fit the crime and fit inside my limits.

I think the key to correction is building an association with breaking a rule with receiving an unpleasant consequence. If the consequence has a natural relationship with the offense, like connecting speaking when I shouldn’t with a mouth soaping, the correction might be more effective.

The idea that correction almost always includes a spanking seems to be a tradition that has been going on for centuries. I don’t know why this is the case, but in my limited experience it makes some kind of subconscious connection for me. When I get “that look”, my butt starts to sting.

For someone like me who has received play spankings for a long time, I think there needs to be something more to underline that in no way was the spanking BDSM play.

Sometimes I don’t get spanked first. Wearing a diaper sends me a message when Mrs. Lion makes me do it for a day or more. And, that, after all, is the entire point of punishment. Right?

 

If Lion has behaved himself, by the time this post publishes he will have finished his twenty-four hour diaper punishment. Ironically, I think it was the add-on punishment of no sex that bothered him more. Maybe not. He really does hate diapers, especially wet ones.

The good news for Lion is that his weenie will no longer be stinky and, as such, eligible for fondling and other assorted activities. He reported that he was very horny last night. I’m hoping the timeout only made him hornier. I really love a horny Lion. Is that why I edge him almost every night? No, but it is one of the benefits. There’s just something about my weenie when he’s standing so tall and proud. Yum!

The other day was my first foray into alternate punishment. As far as I can remember I’ve never used diapers as a punishment. I certainly never used sex, or lack thereof, either. I just couldn’t see spanking Lion for the third day in a row on an already-sore butt. I’m sure he would have been fine, but it seemed a bit excessive to me. I know he doesn’t like diapers. Up till now I’ve used them to make him feel uncomfortable, to show him who’s boss. He’d wear them under whatever parameters I set, and then he’d be done. It was, like a butt plug, a set it and forget it form of play.

Because we were close to the weekend, I knew he could wear the diaper without anyone knowing about it. He wouldn’t be squirming through a meeting in a wet diaper. If there was a smell, no one else would notice it. I bet he could have worn them to work. I didn’t notice any smell. He even announced he’d be working from home Monday if I wanted him to continue with the diapers. I know he said twenty-four hours is not sufficient time for punishment, but I like to take baby steps. Next time he may wear them longer. Who knows?

The no-sex aspect was an afterthought. In the past, if he was mid-diaper-wearing session, he’s washed off and I’ve played with him before he goes back into the diaper. Of course, in the past the diaper wasn’t a punishment. And I started thinking about how warm and stinky it would get in a wet diaper and decided I wanted no part of it. Hence, no sex. I don’t usually make him wear a diaper to bed either because he gets too hot at night. I did this time. There were all sorts of changes with this punishment.

Did you ever notice that 2.0 shows up just after Lion accuses me of not wanting to play anymore? I think she wants to make him eat his words and then she fades into the background again. She really needs to stick around longer.

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This will be Lion’s underwear. He will be wearing it at least from Friday afternoon through Saturday afternoon. Mrs. Lion may make him wear them longer.
At 8:32pm last night Mrs. Lion asked me if I forgot something. Oh crap! I forgot to remind her it was punishment day. Every Monday and Thursday are punishment days. I have until 8:30 pm to remind her. It looked like another spanking, the third in a row this week. She decided not to spank me again. Instead, I had to wear a diaper from the time I got home from work on Friday until the same time on Saturday. 24 hours in a diaper.

I’m allowed to change it after sitting in the wet diaper at least an hour. At least I won’t be sitting in a wet diaper all the time. For the record, I don’t enjoy sitting in a wet diaper. I’m not very fond with wearing a diaper for more than a few  hours. I really dislike wearing a wet one.

Anyway, we exchange emails all day when we have a free minute. I let Mrs. Lion know I will be in a diaper when I get home. Her answer was interesting:

“Spanking or diaper – your butt pays for your mistakes. ;-)”

There it is. At least part of every punishment is going to involve my butt. Fair enough. Spanking is the premier butt punishment. A diaper is a close second. Anal penetration is the last frontier for this, I suppose.

I know that Mrs. Lion is rethinking her punishment options. I’ve suggested that a punishment could have at least two stages: the butt stage and then something else. I described some of these options in my post the other day. Wearing a diaper is a very good punishment “dessert” too. It extends the punishment well beyond the spanking.

Something else is brand new: Mrs. Lion has tied sex in with her punishment. In her post yesterday, she wrote:

“Oh, and an unintended consequence of the punishment is that I don’t want to play with a stinky weenie so he won’t get any action until he’s out of the diaper and showered on Saturday afternoon/evening. Fair warning, Lion. We’ll snuggle, but no weenie rubs.”

That was her cute way of saying that part of the punishment is no sexual contact until at least 24 hours have passed. Other times I was in a diaper and she wanted to do something sexual, I would excuse myself and wash off. She never had to deal with a stinky weenie. Last night at dinner, I asked her about this new twist. She said that she had been thinking about taking sex away as part of a punishment for a while. She finally decided to give it a try.

In the past, I suggested that other disciplining wives included withholding sexual activity as part of their punishments. Mrs. Lion told me that wasn’t her style; one thing had nothing to do with the other. Apparently, now it does. I have to admit that it stings. I was very horny last night and even though I had no expectation of an orgasm, some edging would have been very nice. I have to be less forgetful and avoid punishment if I want any sexual stimulation.

We went out to dinner last night. Fortunately, I was in a dry diaper. Mrs. Lion told me that it didn’t show under my jeans. I managed to wait until we got home to pee. I’m not sure if anyone could see the extra bulge of my wet diaper. I’m glad I could avoid finding out. That doesn’t mean I won’t get a chance to learn today. It’s early yet.

For me, at least, the idea of wearing the diaper is arousing in the same way thinking about being spanked turns me on. The excitement about wearing a diaper (humiliation can turn me on) wears off after a relatively short time. I think that Mrs. Lion is absolutely right about making me wear it without a break. It doesn’t make sense to me to remove it to go out or to sleep.

To be precise, I am wearing “briefs”. They are built like a standard underwear brief, just thicker. I can pull them down and back up just like standard underwear. We also have true diapers with tape closures. These look like baby diapers and need to be changed. I just can’t pull them down and pull on another one. So far, we haven’t used the classic diaper.

I’m about to get myself into trouble. I don’t think 24 hours is enough time to make it unpleasant enough to make a strong point. An entire weekend would assure that I have to wear one when we go out. If Mrs. Lion wants me to use one during the week, if they don’t show under jeans, she could make me wear one to work as well as when we are home. That is new, scary territory.

Anyway, that’s Mrs. Lion’s decision. Right now I will be in a diaper all afternoon today and most of tomorrow. Life is nothing, if not interesting, around the lions’ den.