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Lion spilled food on his shirt yesterday. I owed him a spanking, but I forgot. No problem. It was pushed to today. Maybe I should have done it when he reminded me last night. He spilled food again today. He would have had rare back-to-back punishments.

Did I have an inkling he was going to re-offend? No. I just forgot. I’m debating now whether to do the regular ten minutes or add five minutes because it’s two offenses. Assuming I remember, I’ll decide when I’m setting up the spanking bench.

This morning, I was trying to work out a schedule for Lion to use the treadmill. I didn’t want to make him do 30 minutes right off the bat, but I wasn’t sure what a good lead-up would be. He said he starts out slow and works his way up. I don’t need him running marathons. I just want him to do it.

I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask Lion to use the treadmill at least twice a week to start with. He can start out with one minute if he needs to. I know how difficult it is to get started. I’ll do my part by keeping the area around the treadmill free of boxes and other stuff. As he gets going, we can increase the number of days per week I expect out of him. I don’t think I’ll set a length of time. He’s a big boy. He can do as much or as little as he wants. However, if he consistently does as little as he wants, I may revisit this.

His leg has been bothering him so I don’t know when he’ll start, but once he does, he’ll need a good reason not to do his two days a week. I gave his leg a short massage, and he said it felt better. I think he just liked being touched. I’ll give him another one if it will help get him on the treadmill sooner.

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I am writing this post midday on Saturday. I still have a couple of sore spots from Thursday night’s spanking. It’s been a while since I’ve been punished. I really hate that word. I get an uncomfortable feeling every time I find it referenced to me. Even writing that I’ve been punished gives me a bad feeling. However, I don’t mind the word “spanked.”

I’ve noticed that other blogs written by men who are spanked almost never use the word “punished.” Spanking is an activity that hurts a lot. It also turns me on to think about it. I have to be dragged screaming to think about being punished. I wince every time Mrs. Lion writes about punishing me. That probably means it’s the right word to use.

I prefer saying that I’m going to be spanked for interrupting her. I know that’s not exactly right. I was punished for interrupting (I winced). My punishment was a spanking. I’d like to claim that saying I was spanked is the same. I know it isn’t. I can be spanked for fun by a friend or lover. I get aroused thinking about a spanking. Referring to my punishment as spanking is a way to sidestep the real meaning of what happened to me.

Mrs. Lion doesn’t necessarily have power over me in order to spank me. I can consent to it because it turns me on. In order to punish me, she has to have real power. To punish me means that she has real control. I may be free to break a rule, but when I do, she punishes me in any way she feels is effective. It’s not BDSM or sex. It’s retribution for displeasing her. If I’m naughty, I’m going to be punished.

I know that a lot of guys will insist that “punish” and “spank” mean the same thing, and that’s why they use spanking to mean punishment. I suspect they are like me and don’t like verbalizing the power they have surrendered. All I know is that when Mrs. Lion says, “I’m going to spank you,” I get a tingle. When she tells me, “You earned a punishment,” I feel dread. That says it all.

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By the time I got around to spanking Lion, it was after dinner. He didn’t like the idea of being spanked after dinner. Too bad. I worked late, we both fell asleep watching TV, and then I made dinner. It was the first chance I had to swat him. Sure, I could have given him a pass, but he breaks rules so seldom anymore and I almost never punish him for interrupting. I had to follow through.

I strapped him down more out of habit than anything else. I guess it’s a good thing because he hasn’t had many punishment spankings lately. He was bound to move. Or rather, he was bound so he wouldn’t move. I was free to swing away.

I used a variety of paddles. I’m not sure which ones hurt more. I bet Lion isn’t, either. He yelped a lot although I wasn’t even hitting as hard as I’ve hit him in the past. I did quite a few hard swats, with time in between for the insult to sink in. By the end, his butt was a little bloody. It stopped bleeding as soon as I wiped it off. Today he reports that it hurts to sit. I’d think so. It was a good spanking.

Tonight, I’ve promised him Mr. Weenie will get some attention. I don’t think he’s horny enough for another orgasm so soon, but you never know. I may just concentrate on edging him. I don’t know what else I’ll do to him to get him ready. If I can’t think of anything, there’s always the box o’fun. It hasn’t failed us yet.

Aside from weenie’s attention, I’ll continue to put my iPad down to give Lion attention. This weekend I’ll clean the living room and insist we give my idea of watching TV in the living room to keep him awake a chance. It may not work, but I’d like to try it.

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In: Punishment, Blogging, Orgasm

I had Monday off and that threw my week off. Lion told me it was punishment day. Obviously, that meant it was Thursday, but I still had trouble reconciling that today was Friday. Short weeks do that to me. I guess that’s why I forgot to do punishment swats. I won’t catch up with it tonight. Tomorrow is punishment day again.

This weekend is the second to last regular season game for our football team. They started off so well. I think there’s still hope they can get in the playoffs but I don’t expect them to get far if they get there. Since the season is drawing to a close, we’ll have to take advantage of every opportunity to play our football spanking game. Lion had quite a sore butt last time. We’ll have to see what happens this week. The swats per point are up to nine.

Also this weekend is New Year’s Eve. In the past, I’ve given Lion orgasms on holidays. It’s more difficult as it’s taken him longer to get ready for the next one. I’m not sure I can plan on any given day anymore. Not that that’s such a big deal. He’ll take an orgasm whenever he can get one. Good thing I like giving them to him.

As you’ve probably read, we’re coming up on our 6,000th post. It seems crazy to me that we’ve written so much. I guess it’s even crazier that we’ve shared so many intimate details. Who would have thought we’d have kept this up. When Lion suggested locking him in a chastity device, I thought it wouldn’t last long at all. Well, maybe the chastity device isn’t around anymore, but we still are. Craziness. I admit it’s sometimes difficult to come up with things to say (today, for example) but I think it’s worth it in the long run.