Last week Lion had enough of my iPad use. It probably was too much. At the time I didn’t counter with his TV use. If he’s awake, the TV is on. Sometimes when he’s asleep the TV is on. But that wasn’t the issue. The day he wrote the post he said (in an email) that he was at the end of his rope. A bit overly dramatic but I got the idea.

For the past week he’s been, from my point of view, antagonistic toward me. He was upset when I was meeting up with a friend over the weekend. He swears he wasn’t upset about that but he was clearly upset. Almost everything I did resulted in some sort of grumbling. I’m still dealing with a cold and I’ve been really tired. No matter how much sleep I get I’m still tired. So his grumbling was getting on my nerves.

Last night I was tired and I was laying on the bed playing a game on the iPad (he was watching TV and had been home for a while) when he asked if we were eating in or going out. I was confused. We’d decided on pancakes. It’s true we could have gone out but I assumed we’d be eating in. I asked if he was hungry. He said he was a little. I asked if he wanted to make the pancakes or if he wanted me to make them. He got upset.

Clearly, if I’d wanted to make them I wouldn’t have asked him if he wanted me to make them. (Really?) I just want to lounge around playing on the iPad. (I just walked through the door ten minutes earlier.) I can’t expect him to make dinner every night. He has a job too, you know. And he has a big report due with a major fire burning too. (He’s made dinner because he’s been working from home and has offered to make dinner. I never expected him to do anything. And I knew about the fire but not the big report. I don’t read minds.) Forget it, he’ll just make dinner. Again.

Oh, no. Nope. Uh uh. He was not going to play the I-do-everything-around-here card with me. I told him I’d do it. He said he’d do it. We went back and forth for a few minutes and then I told him to get out of the way. I’d make dinner. He said he’d feel guilty and continued to make dinner. By the time I got out of the shower I’d decided his moodiness ended then. And I couldn’t remember if he’d told me it was punishment day. Not that I needed an excuse to punish him, nor did I need a specific night to punish him. It just added fuel to the fire.

I told him he’d disobeyed by not getting out of my way so I could make dinner. I didn’t care how guilty he’d feel if he “let” me make dinner. I didn’t care if he wanted to be punished or not. At that point it was all I could do to not whomp him as hard as I could. A few days ago he said my punishments have been moderate. Not last night. He was squirming and screaming but I wasn’t stopping. I was tired of him making me feel like everything I’m doing was wrong. I hope his bright red cheeks were enough to snap him out of whatever funk he’s been in. Otherwise, I have plenty of paddles left.

I used Lion’s gift to me, the heart-shaped spoon. (this isn’t it)

I decided yesterday that I shouldn’t leave Lion’s night to chance. Rather than have him pick from the Box O’Fun and probably be stuck with the tiny little clothes pins, I’d guarantee him a play spanking. He’d get rosy Valentine’s cheeks with my new paddle. He was happy with that decision.

It’s been a long time since he’s had a play spanking. It is one of the selections that’s doubled or tripled up in the box but so far he’s been picking other things. Now that I’ve made sure he doesn’t get evil things, he’ll probably pick spanking on Friday. Oh well. He won’t argue with that. He loves being spanked.

Lion also got a Valentine’s orgasm. Yes I know, he got an orgasm the other day. [Lion — two days ago]  So? He certainly doesn’t mind getting them. The only problem I can see with it is that now I’m behind the eight ball as far as orgasm statistics are concerned. I wanted to give him more oral orgasms this year than hand jobs. The good news is that Lion has some more oral orgasms in his future. Lucky boy! [Lion — as of yesterday, it was 60% hand jobs and 40% oral]

I was bad after his orgasm. I looked at something on my iPad for one of our camping trips. I forgot to tell Lion to put his ring back on. He was a good boy and asked me if I wanted him locked up. I do. I want him locked up whether he wants to be locked up or not. He can grumble (within reason) but it won’t help him at all. The other night when he said he didn’t want to be locked up I told him it sounded like a personal problem to me. His wanting or not wanting to be locked up does not affect me. I’ve made my decision.

Lion got one swat for each point either team scored. Plus, he got a swat for each penalty. In total, he received more that 78 swats.

The So-What Bowl actually turned out to be a good game. Both teams played well and the hated Patriots lost. More importantly, both teams scored a lot of points. Seventy-four points in total. Seventy-four hard swats on the Lion butt. Plus another seven or thereabouts for penalties. By the end Lion was praying no one else would score.

I decided to do hard swats since I really didn’t expect the score to be so high and trying to figure out how many of our now normal punishment swats added up to the equivalent of seven football points seemed like a lost cause right from the beginning. Lucky for Lion there were several missed kicks or he might have had another bunch of swats.

By the middle of the second quarter Lion started groaning when someone scored. He also let out a sigh of relief when a kick went wide or a catch was dropped in the end zone. His butt was pink after every barrage but it had time to calm down between scores. That’s not to say he didn’t feel it from one score to the next. The evidence was just gone. When I inspected him later there was one tiny mark on one cheek. Oh well.

I edged him once we got settled in after the game. I was considering just playing with him without actually taking him to the edge. You know, just get him hard and make him think he’s going somewhere without actually getting close. But I didn’t. In the end I gave him another surprise orgasm. I guess it was a consolation prize for “his team” losing.

Do you or don’t you? We’d like to know.

I think the proliferation of blogs featuring women in sexually controlling roles signals a much larger change. This has been slow in coming, but now it feels like it is becoming more generally acceptable. Male chastity remains a rather small corner of this shift. That’s not surprising. It’s pretty extreme in terms of sexual control.

That’s not to say there are many marriages that practice active female control. Of course, women have long worn the pants in the family. But they’ve done so subtly without asserting authority. That’s changing. I think that women are more willing to speak up and let their partners hear them assert themselves.

Ok, that’s sociology. But more interesting to me is the growing trend of women topping men. In the 90’s so-called dominant women were few and far between. Men wishing to bottom outnumbered female tops 20 or more to one. Now, barely twenty years later, dominant women seek submissive men (as evidenced in blogs and fetlife) nearly as often as men seek dominant women. Cool!

When it comes to sexual blogs like ours, men outnumber women in terms of our readership. Almost 60% of our readers are men. That’s actually a great number. Most of the Internet is over 80% men. I find that all of the women who comment on this blog are in a dominant/top role. All of the men self-report as bottoms/submissive. This isn’t surprising since The Journal is about our female-in-charge relationship.

You don’t have to be full-on femdom to participate. I suspect most of our readers have an interest but don’t necessarily live in a female led relationship.

I’m curious about something. I wonder how many of the men reading here are spanked by women? Conversely, how many of our women readers spank men? Obviously, I’m spanked. I know that studies of male and female fantasies consistently reveal that over 75% of men dream of being restrained and/or spanked. This is usually in the context of a sexy scene, not female domination.

The reason I’m using spanking as a sort of yardstick is that it is sexually acceptable so it is likely to be the first activity when a woman asserts herself sexually in a way that puts the man in a clearly-understood-to-be vulnerable position.

This isn’t a case of me looking to validate my submission. I’m curious about you. Our readers are part of a demographic. I wonder how that demographic defines itself.

I realize that a sizable number of our male readers don’t get spanked or dominated in classic ways. They wear chastity devices as their only act of submission. The reason I didn’t pick chastity device wearing as my measure is that many women simply allow their men to wear the devices. They don’t necessarily actively participate in the lockup. However 100% of men who get spanked have their partners actively engaged.

I’d be interested to learn if you spank or are spanked. It doesn’t matter why. It just matters that a bottom is being swatted. Maybe we could also have a spanked bottom gallery. How would you feel about a picture of your reddened butt published?