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Lion got his long-awaited hard spanking. I mostly used leather paddles but he was still yelping. I strapped him down so couldn’t wiggle away. Good thing. He said it was too much a few times, but he never said yellow or red, so on we went. I kept going a little bit after the timer went off. Not long. Just enough to let him know the timer is not the boss of me.

He has said in the past that I should tell him why he’s being punished and check in from time to time to remind him why his butt is on fire. Neither of us is very vocal during sex, BDSM or punishment. Sometimes I do tell him why he’s being swatted. Sometimes I tell him he’s bleeding all over my paddle. Yesterday, I made sure to keep reminding him why he was in this predicament. I didn’t ask him if he liked that better. Maybe like is the wrong word. If it was better for him.

Since he isn’t having any trouble sitting today, maybe we need to do the 300-swat experiment again. Of course, I don’t count during a punishment, so it’s quite possible I surpass 300 swats anyway. The problem isn’t necessarily with the number of swats. It’s probably more the paddle I use. I could hit him all day with the leather paddle. It would hurt, but I don’t think it would leave a lasting impression. I hit him a few times with a rubber paddle and a blood spot immediately appeared. If I hit him with a wood paddle, there’s more blood.

I did get a tissue to wipe blood away when it first appeared. When I was done swatting, his buns were completely covered with blood transfer even though he wasn’t bleeding very much. I got a washcloth to clean him up before I took pictures. He was mostly rosy-cheeked with a few bloody areas. I thought he might bruise a little because he now gets these welts that look dark. Alas, no lasting bruises.

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I didn’t realize it, but today is actually the end of our heatwave. We hit 102 yesterday and it’s supposed to be hotter today. Yuck! It’s supposed to be high 70s/low 80s for the rest of the month though. Check back with me in December/January when I’m complaining about the cold.

Despite my warning that I will start enforcing the email rule, I don’t have an email from Lion and it’s past noon. It’s a good thing the air conditioner in the bedroom works very well because I’ll probably work up a sweat whomping him. I’m sure his buns will be on fire when I’m done.

Our old coffee pot died a few weeks ago. We waited a while for a replacement, which was defective. We waited another while for its replacement. In that time, Lion didn’t need to set up the coffee pot. I’m happy to report that he’s been following his rule with the new coffee pot. He even did it on a day he didn’t feel well. I often overlook his rules if he doesn’t feel well. I may be wrong, but it seems too mean to enforce them.

I never asked Lion if he’d rather have me set a timer or not. Just because the timer goes off doesn’t mean I’ll stop swatting, but he’d know how much time had elapsed. Does he like to know? I haven’t decided which way I like better either. I tend to spank until I’m tired or his butt is a lovely shade of ouch.

[Lion — I originally suggested the timer because disciplinary spankings were getting short and shorter. The old, now-defunct Disciplinary Wives Club website proposed a timer set for ten minutes for one offense and adding five minutes for each additional offense. Mrs. Lion agreed to try it. It worked painfully well. When a timer is set, and Mrs. Lion goes at least as long as the setting, the punishment is uniformly severe. Lately, she has not set a timer, and my bottom has been a lot less sore when she finishes.

I think that the timer provides quality control for her spankings. I have to say that when it goes off, and she keeps swatting away, it has a big effect on me. Those extra-inning swats hurt a lot more.]

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When I was making dinner last night, I realized Lion forgot to set up the coffee pot. In his defense, I was on a long work call that was on-camera and he would have had to waltz his naked butt past to get to the kitchen. However, that’s no excuse. There was plenty of time after my call ended.

After dinner, I told him that I had to set up the coffee pot so I had room for the clean dishes in the dish drainer. He said he he thought he’d set it up. He wasn’t calling me a liar. He really thought he’d done it. The fact that I was setting up the spanking bench was confirmation he hadn’t.

His buns hadn’t been swatted in a while. I won’t call them virgin cheeks, but they were pristine. That is, until I got done with them. They were sore and a tiny bit bloody afterwards. And it was definitely deserved.

Ironically, we both wrote about spanking in our posts yesterday. Toward the end of his, he said he doesn’t like to be let off the hook when he breaks a rule. I read that after I’d already whomped his butt. I definitely didn’t let him off the hook. He may not have had a red butt when he was getting ready for bed, but I bet he still felt it a little. I don’t know if he still feels it. I did hit pretty hard for a while. Even when I wasn’t necessarily hitting hard, I’d throw in a hard swat now and then. I like to surprise him like that.

I don’t think he’ll be forgetting the coffee pot anytime soon. If he does, he’ll be right back on the spanking bench for a refresher course. It may even be a longer spanking. It all depends on how soon he forgets.

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ferrule paddle on lion's bare ass

Last night, I let Lion get warm for a few minutes after his shower. Then I set up the spanking bench and “invited” him to join me. He doesn’t have a choice, and he knows it. Asking him to take his position is just a formality.

This was his first real punishment in a while. I decided not to add time for breaking the spilling rule twice in two days. Instead, I was set on hitting harder. Ten minutes can seem like a lifetime if someone is whomping you with a paddle, especially if they are hard whomps.

I may have surprised him when I set the ten-minute timer. Of course, he knows I don’t have to stop then. I swat until I feel I’ve made my point. Sometimes I do it a little beyond making my point. In either case, he certainly knows he’s been punished.

The first few swats are always to wake his buns up. I don’t go full force right off the bat. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. He needs time to adjust. I don’t set the timer until I’ve gotten his attention. It’s best if he has the full ten minutes of harder swats.

Well, I think it’s best. He may disagree.

spanking spoon on lion's bare butt

I alternated between a bloodwood ferrule and a rubber strap in the beginning. Truth be told, it was mostly the ferrule. For the most part, they were slow swats. I didn’t do rapid-fire much. I threw in some hard swats now and then. About halfway through, there were more hard swats than not. Toward the end, I switched to the paddle shaped like a spoon. I think it has the best chance at causing memorable swats. I wasn’t necessarily trying to bruise him. I’ve given up on that goal. His hide is too tough. But he was bleeding quite a bit. It wasn’t splattering as it sometimes does, but I had to put the towel on the bed when I was done. I’d just changed the sheets, and I didn’t want him bleeding all over them.

I know he felt it last night. This morning he said it didn’t. Then he sat in his desk chair. That was a different story. When he moves, he feels sore spots. I haven’t checked his buns to see how they look. He recovers very quickly. I’m sure his pride will hurt longer than his butt.