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I was trying to talk myself into getting up to punish Lion when he said he wanted Chinese food. Our local Chinese restaurant closed a while back. We haven’t found another one that we like. I was searching online when he said he could go for some pho. Nope. Not Chinese. However, the restaurant we go to has some Chinese dishes. I’ve had pho. I wouldn’t go out of my way for it, but it’s okay.

Lion wondered if I was punishing him before we went out. I didn’t really want to drag out the spanking bench at that point. I figured I’d push it off till today. I realized when we came home that he hadn’t set up the coffee pot. I was giving him a pass on that. He used the treadmill, so I guess I was in a generous mood. He’ll still get the original ten-minute punishment. That is unless he does something else in the meantime.

He did mention something about getting out of his punishment. He might have gotten out of it last night, but he only delayed it. If I’d spanked him before we went out to eat, he wouldn’t have been able to sit comfortably. While that’s usually the idea, I wanted him to enjoy his meal. Tonight, he’ll find it hard to sit even in bed, but I’m not concerned with his enjoying his meal. We’re making stew today, but we likely won’t eat it tonight. It’s better the next day. Tonight, we’ll probably eat some diet food. The bar is set pretty low for enjoying that.

It’s been raining hard here today. It’s not the usual rain. These are downpours that come and go. “It’s a cell going through,” Lion will tell me. I know how it works. I also know we’ve had 1.32 inches, according to our weather station. It started the tally at midnight. Twelve hours to get 1.32 inches. We have a wind advisory too. Good thing I don’t need to go outside to spank Lion. I can do it right from the comfort (mine, not his) of home.

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For the first time in a long time, I remembered to check for Lion’s morning email. By 11:30, there was nothing. At 12:13, there it was. Unfortunately, the time said 12:11. I sent him back a reply that said his buns would be getting sore for being late. Poor Lion.

What prompted me to think about the email, was Lion’s use (or non-use) of the treadmill. He’s used it once since I reinstated the rule. I didn’t expect him to use it every day. At least, not at first. The second day, he said he’d skip. Then he was waiting for me to set up the new floor lamp so he can see the controls better. Then he was busy with some website maneuvering. I reminded him today at lunch. He said he’d use it later. Uh huh. I hope he realizes that he’s on the verge of another punishment. If his buns aren’t on the treadmill by tomorrow, they’ll be on the spanking bench. Again. And that’s being generous. By rights, I should add five minutes to today’s spanking if he doesn’t get on there today. Sometimes I’m too nice.

I do wonder if it would have more impact (no pun intended) for him if I added time or if I punished him two days in a row. Does he want to suck it up for five more minutes? Or does he want to get whomped for ten minutes on a sore bottom? I think I’d opt for the added time. If I’m in pain, I’d rather get it over with all at once. Of course, that’s assuming I got a choice.

When I waxed him the other day, he had a few sore spots. Of course, I gave him a few swats just because I can. Nothing hard. And then I made sure to poke those sore spots a few times. Just because I can. I didn’t really need to remind him he was sore. He had a very hard time even being in the soft bed after his punishment. Moral of the story: don’t piss of you lioness.

Remember that, my pet. I’ve got my eye on you.

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I strapped Lion to the spanking bench last night. I couldn’t get the strap as tight as I would have liked. I should have told him to suck in his gut. I know he’s lost weight. I had to stop a few times to tighten it because he kept wiggling. Of course, he had good reason to wiggle. I started off with a leather paddle, but quickly shifted to wood. And I hit him hard.

I don’t think it was as hard as I can hit him. A few swats (I bet Lion thinks most) were definitely harder than others. I wasn’t trying to bruise him. I just wanted him to know how annoyed I was. He wanted me to spank him for annoying me, right? He shouldn’t have been too surprised when I finally did what he asked for.

He started out with two sore spots from the previous spanking. He started wiggling when I hit one of them. Just for fun, I poked the spots with my finger and asked if that’s where it was sore. I didn’t purposely go for those spots, but they were in a prime location. I couldn’t exactly miss them.

He may have to have his hands tied to the spanking bench too. The past few times, he’s tried to grab my leg to get me to stop. Of course, I’m not stopping until I’m done or he uses the safe word. Maybe I need to add extra hard swats or time when he wiggles away or grabs at me. He needs to know he can’t do that.

I did stop before the timer went off, but that was mostly because as soon as I’d land a swat, blood would trickle out. I didn’t want to splatter blood all over the place. I was wiping it off with a tissue. Next time I’ll have to have a washcloth ready.

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Mrs. Lion promised to spank me in her post on Friday (“The Die is Cast“). She followed through in her usual lioness fashion. As soon as I got out of the shower, she set up the spanking bench. I noticed and, as soon as she set it up, I mounted it. She didn’t say a word. She rarely speaks when she spanks me. She got out a paddle, and as she swatted me, she said this was my warmup. Shortly after that, she asked Alexa to start a ten-minute timer.

She then proceeded to spank me with a variety of wood and leather paddles. It was very intense and I was yelping and kicking my feet the entire time. At one point, it was so painful that I reached back and touched her leg. “Are you trying to grab me?” she asked.

I didn’t answer. I had no idea what she would do if I admitted I was. She swatted harder and faster. When the timer went off, she said, “You asked for more intense, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer. She was hitting too hard for me to get words out. The timer was done, but she wasn’t. As she kept hitting me, she said that I had been bleeding, but she didn’t care. When she finally finished, she went to the bed and put the coconut welcome mat on the bed. “I think this is where your butt goes,” she said.. “If it’s off, you can adjust it.” She gave me her sweet smile.

The mat was in the right place, and it dug into my sore buns. She left the room and went to the kitchen to make dinner. After a while, she returned and told me that she had a reason to spank me after all. I hadn’t finished setting up the coffee maker. She returned to the kitchen without further comment. I tried not to squirm on the irritating mat. After fifteen more minutes, she returned and told me I could remove the mat. It felt very good to lie on the cool sheets.

I have two sore spots, one on each cheek. I can feel them as I sit at my desk writing this post. Mrs. Lion is starting to get her mojo back. She will almost certainly continue turning up the volume if she stays interested in our FLR.

Inertia works two ways. Inaction breeeds more inaction. That’s been Mrs. Lion’s problem over the years. But, once action begins, inertia keeps things going. If Mrs. Lion develops a disciplinary habit, her interest and my corrections will increase in frequency and severity. I want that. Our communication and affection increases in direct proportion with the intensity of our disciplinary marriage.

For the record, my toenails are still unpainted, and my lioness hasn’t put in panties.