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The silly Lion has informed me that he thinks eating raisins would be preferable to soap in his mouth. It makes perfect sense. But why admit it? Silly boy. He’s also asked about my previous plans to do more anal training. I think when we’re both feeling better, we might just start up again.

I’ve also been thinking about a new rule for Lion. It’s similar to his rule for interrupting me. When we got the new cage, he was in a hurry to try it on. Can we do it? When can we do it? Then he wanted to try it with the plastic lock rather than the padlock. He came around to my side of the bed so I could swap them. Right that second. When I asked him about it later on, he said he wasn’t in a hurry. He rarely comes around to my side of the bed. That, to me, signified that it was in a hurry.

Before I’d even talked to him about it, I was trying to figure out if it should be a rule. Now that I have talked to him, I’m still wondering. Maybe he really wasn’t rushing me. Maybe he didn’t realize he was rushing me. If he doesn’t realize he was rushing me, I think it needs to be a rule. We’ll have to talk about it more to see if a rule is needed. I’ve just been mulling it around in my mind.

It’s difficult for me to find new rules that are actual problems. Lion would have an easier time finding rules for me. Fortunately, for me, he’s not allowed to give me rules. He’s only allowed to nag me to do things for my own good. Damnit! When I find a rule like rushing me, I’m leaning toward instituting it. It’s an actual rule as opposed to spilling food on his shirt. We’ll see how it goes when Lion and I talk. In the meantime, I will continue to think about new rules for him. There must be other things he does that drive me nuts.

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One thing I forgot to mention from the other night’s sleeping pill-induced sexcapade, was that while Lion was unlocked he tried to get himself hard. It was one of those things that you see, but you don’t believe you’re seeing so you’re frozen and unable to do anything about it. Plus, I thought he was really sleep sexing and had no idea what he was doing. Yesterday he assured me he knew exactly what was going on the entire time. Oh, really? So that means he knew he was jerking off. He knew he was touching my penis for other than peeing and cleaning purposes. Well that will never do. I informed him he was in trouble for it. He said he was trying to help. Uh huh. Sure. Too bad. He was in trouble.

After dinner, I had to do something on my computer. I said I’d be back to take care of the dinner dishes. Not ten minutes later I heard him doing the dishes. I wondered if I just imagined saying I’d do them. Was he really doing them despite what I said? He insisted he was helping. He also insisted that I never told him not to do the dishes. Damn. He got me on a technicality. OK. I’ll let that one go. I’ll have to be more specific in the future. But I still had him for touching my weenie the night before.

Just before I went to take a shower, I got a paddle and told him to roll over. Sometimes I ask him what he did before I start swatting. He’s supposed to know. It’s his job to keep the list up to date. Last night I told him what he did. To me it was a big infraction. He is absolutely not allowed to touch my weenie for sex. It’s my weenie. I’m the one who decides when it gets to play. I made sure his butt was red and sore. I think he got the point. I don’t want any more slip ups in this area.

I don’t think he was looking to get me upset. In his mind I’m sure he was helping. He needs to remember to keep his Lion paws off my property.

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new small paddle
This is the small, purse-sized paddle we ordered. It is thick oak; heavy and painful, according to Lion. (Click image for larger view.)

We went out to eat last night at a deli that Lion loves. They served us pickles before our meal. Lion picked one up and, apparently without thinking, took a bite. I said, “Uh oh!” At first I couldn’t tell if he knew what he did. Then he looked at me with his I’m-in-trouble-now look. He knew he was in for it later, but I made a point of taking out a penny. I dropped it on the table and then put it in my pocket. Lion loves showmanship.

I noticed while we were eating that he didn’t have his collar on. Sometimes he wears it when we’re out. It all depends on if it can be seen easily or not. Last night we left the house as soon as he got home so I knew he didn’t forget it. There just wasn’t time to put it on. I was proud of myself for noticing he didn’t have it on even if it didn’t mean he’d get punished. My pride was short lived though. Once we got home and Lion undressed he forgot his collar. I also forgot. It wasn’t until he said, “Uh oh.” and put it on that I realized our mistake. It’s our mistake because we both forgot. Unfortunately for Lion, I don’t take any of the blame when the paddles starts flying.

We got yet another paddle in the mail the other day. It’s oak, I think, and it’s very small. It’s painted/stained black and has a rougher finish than most of our paddles. To me it looks almost like a hard plastic paddle with woodgrain molded in. I’m not sure I like it. I’ve only used it twice so I may be premature in my review, but something doesn’t feel right about it. More testing needs to be done. Poor Lion.

To his credit, Lion did not make a mess at dinner. He didn’t spill anything on himself. He didn’t spill anything on the table. The only thing he did was growl about the service. In his defense, we had a bad waitress. The owner apologized, saying the deli was quite busy, but we’ve been there when it’s been far busier and service was not as bad. Lion growled sooner than I would have but, truthfully, I’m not sure I would have growled at all. That’s just me though. He did hold it far longer than he would have in the past. I guess my don’t-growl-at-the-wait-staff-who-could-spit-in-your-food suggestions are helping.  [Lion – Actually it’s the don’t-growl-at-the-wait-staff-or-I-will-spank-you threat that kept me quiet as long as I managed.] It took a long time for our order to be taken, a long time for any food (other than pickles) to arrive, and a long time to receive a check. In the end, we never did get the check. Lion complained again and the manager (with the owner’s approval) gave us our meals for free. He agreed that the waitress did a poor job. And Lion maintained a relatively calm demeanor. He didn’t cause a scene. And we were fully prepared to pay for the food. Lion actually went looking for the manager to pay the check. My Lion was a very good boy in a bad situation.

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If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. That’s the essence of our chastity and FLR lives. We have a bunch of ideas, but we never know what will work until we try each one. I haven’t kept score, but I’d bet we have more misses than hits. And that’s OK. We don’t expect to be perfect. There’s no way to know if you like sushi unless you try it. (I did. Twice. The first time was gross. The second time was better but I’m still not sold.) [Lion — By my reckoning we are batting considerably better than .500. I think we are up at .750 or so]

My recent foray into rule making produced three new rules:

  • Lion has to thank me for punishing him. We like this one. It makes sense.
  • Lion has to stand when I enter a room or stand up from the table. This one seems too artificial to me. I know it’s good manners, but in our day-to-day life, it’s too much.
  • Lion has to ask to be excused from the table or when leaving a room. This is fine. Also good manners and doesn’t seem forced.

So two out of three rules will stay. That’s a pretty good batting average.

Our other discovery over the weekend was that public punishment, at least the family bathroom type, is too difficult. I’m uncomfortable with it. We may have tried to fly too close to the sun with this idea. Maybe by the time 3.0 shows up she’ll be swatting Lion in the middle of the produce section. Right now we’re putting it on the back burner.

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Neither one of us mentioned that fact that Lion’s long, dry spell ended on Sunday night. His last scheduled date was the tenth. Unbeknownst to Lion, his next scheduled date was the seventeenth. He’d made it to the next scheduled date. 2.0 decided that all the edging leading up to and occurring on that day should culminate in an orgasm. A wonderful, mouth-filling orgasm. And I was fully prepared for him not to be horny last night, but there seemed to be little more than a small blip in his horniness level. Obviously he’s not as horny as he was on Saturday or Sunday, but he was hornier than I would expect for the day after an orgasm. I’m glad about that. His next wait is fairly short. Only nine days. Of course, that’s just the earliest he can come. He may be waiting a lot longer. He’s just got to keep on 2.0’s good side.

2.0 has been punishing him closer to the time the infraction occurs. Sometimes that’s not feasible. That’s what pennies are for. Lion got a few swats yesterday for forgetting things. He also had some pennies in his bank. And it was punishment day. Poor Lion butt. So many swats, so little butt. And 2.0 hasn’t been taking it easy on him. Maybe they weren’t full force swats but they made their point. And some very red marks. And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how well Lion took those swats. I didn’t tie him down but he managed to stay still the entire time.

I’d say the weekend was a mixed bag. Lots of punishment. Lots of new rules. Lots of communication about those rules. Some worked. Some failed. Chastity and FLR are living organisms. They have to change to survive.