I completely forgot about having Lion wear frilly panties yesterday. He was on a work call when I finished my post and it wasn’t until he was making dinner that I remembered. Worse yet, I was going to take out a pair for him to wear around the house today and forgot that too. I just had to email him to tell him to put some on when he gets home from his afternoon appointment. Better late than never, I guess.

This morning I was just trying to figure out if Lion had reminded me about punishment day yesterday when he emailed saying he thought he forgot. We’re quite the pair! We remember things eventually. I think he’s probably due for a spanking experiment anyway. I’ll take care of that when I get home…assuming I remember.

I think we’re both still in some form of shock about Lion’s surgery. On the one hand, it’s an answer to what’s been going on with him. On the other, did it have to be that answer? Surgery is scary enough without it being spinal surgery. I also think having it scheduled a month away is good and bad. It’s good because Lion can get a project done for work. It’s bad because that gives both of us a month to think (and overthink) about it.

Maybe tonight’s experiment spanking will get us a little more back to normal. I don’t know if he’ll be horny again after his ruined orgasm from a few days ago, but between the panties and the spanking his cravings for sexual attention might be jump started.

tenderizer paddle on lion's butt
This is the heavy chechen “tenderizer”. It’s my official “scorekeeper”.
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Today is Super Bowl Sunday. As long as we’ve been together, Mrs. Lion and I enjoy our Super Bowl rituals. I make a big plate of nachos. We have two kinds of salsa, and of course, our favorite beverages. We sit on the bed, munch, and cheer for our favorite team. This year, as in any year they play, it’s the team playing against the Patriots.

Mrs. Lion announced the rules to our special Super Bowl spanking game:

  • I get 4 hard swats for each point the Patriots score.
  • I get 2 more gentle swats for each Ram point.
  • As usual, each penalty gets me a zap with the shock collar.
  • If the Patriots sack the Rams quarterback, I get 2 swats with the pointy side of the paddle.
  • If the Patriots intercept the ball, I get 2 swats with the pointy side of the paddle.

It’s easy for me to end up with lots of marks by the end of the game. There’s something exciting about being vulnerable to this sort of abuse. In past games, by the end of the third quarter, my butt is burning and I am actively hoping no one scores.

Nevertheless, it is fun in an odd, perverse way. I think Mrs. Lion likes it too. She never talks about how this makes her feel. Since football move so slowly, administering the spanking doesn’t cause us to miss any of the game. Ironically, the most damage done to my rear has been the result of our football game. Today’s game carries considerable risk for much more punishment. Each Patriot touchdown brings me 28 hard swats with a very heavy, punishing paddle. Even a field goal earns me a dozen. Ironically, the turnover and sacking swats with the pointy and of the paddle don’t hurt much at all. In fact, right from the start I barely feel them.

I don’t understand that. When Mrs. Lion brings those little points down hard on my tender skin, she has drawn a little blood. Or, made little round bruises where each point made contact. I believe that later those injuries leave me painful mementos. The swats with the flat side hurt like hell while I get them and for an hour or so after.

Of course, when the total gets up to 100 or more, there can be a much longer-lasting effect. I’ve had sore spots when I sit for three or four days as a result of Mrs. Lion’s “experiment”. Of course, our experiment sessions involve 300 painful swats. If the Super Bowl ends up with lots of touchdowns, I figure the effect on me will be similar.

All I can say is that I hope the Rams win 3 nothing.

I think Lion enjoys causing himself trouble. Let’s examine his track record:

He started off by asking me to spank him all those years ago. Then he introduced other evil ways to torture him. Several years ago he suggested male chastity. More recently, he came up with the idea of putting me in charge. I am now responsible for his orgasms, behavior, and whether or not he has access to his favorite toy.

Is he out of his mind?

Maybe.

This morning he suggested we up the ante for our football spanking/zapping game. Since we both hate the Patriots, he proposed a change in the amount of swats he receives when they score. I’ve agreed. He will now receive four swats for every Patriot point scored. Maybe he should receive ice cubes for his sore buns when the Rams score.

Of course, another possibility is to have the same amount of swats for each team’s score but use a meaner paddle for the Patriots. Or I could reduce the number of Rams swats to one per point. As you can see, there are any number of permutations. I just really, really, really don’t want the Patriots to win.

Lion is safely locked in his locking cock ring again. Not that that makes much difference. He can still touch my weenie. But it also reminds him (I hope) that he shouldn’t. I also hope it reminds him how horny he is and that I’m the only one who can remedy that situation. And no, I don’t plan to remedy it right away. I’m enjoying his frustration too much.

lion's butt after 200 swats
Just 200 swats applied in bursts to a single area. I managed to hold still.
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Aside from our punishment experiment, there was little action last night. Lion is back on the medication that makes him snooze at the drop of a hat, but I just decided snuggling was all we needed. I think Lion felt otherwise because he said he was horny. I’d just given him an orgasm the other night. That used to buy me a few days. (I’m kidding. I don’t give Lion orgasms so he’ll leave me alone.)

When I gave Lion the experimental swats, he said he wasn’t sure he could take many. Fair enough. I was prepared for as many or as few as he could take. I did decided to try his suggestion of hitting one cheek at a time. I think the problem is that the paddle I’ve been using is too wide to concentrate only in his sit spot. I seemed to create the same bruising pattern as before. Next time I’ll either use the bloodwood paddle with the rounded head or a weird stick-like paddle I haven’t tried yet.

spanked lion butt
This is the new long paddle. It’s only 1-3/4 inches wide, 20 inches long and and 3/4 inch thick. The marks on my butt came from this paddle, plus a few from the tenderizer.
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I think the stick paddle is too long but I’m willing to give it a go. I’ll have to adjust my swing a bit. I wonder if there’s a way to keep Lion’s crack open while I’m whomping him. I don’t really want him to have to hold it open. It would be awkward and I’m afraid I’ll catch his fingers. I don’t want to hold it open for the same reasons. Is there a kink shop that sells crack openers? It might be worth a look in the old Interwebs.

hanson ferule paddle
This is the Hanson ferule paddle in bloodwood.
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Today we ran a few errands and we have some chores to do around the house. I think we’ll play our football zapping game during the AFC game tomorrow. Perhaps Lion will get harder hits when the stupid Patriots score than when the Chiefs score. He doesn’t care about the NFC game so much, (Go Rams!) but we both hate the Patriots.

Regardless of chores and any other activities, Lion will definitely be getting some attention tonight. I’m thinking something along the line of tied up balls or clothespins – regular, not tiny, or the dreaded Velcro. I don’t think he’d be interested in a play spanking. He’s had too much attention in that area lately.