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I know it’s just a cartoon, but it turns me on. This over-the-chair position looks like something we could try.

Wednesday night I was punished for failing to remind Mrs. Lion that Monday was Punishment Day. I admit that I was unhappy that I had a spanking coming. I was annoyed that I forgot something as easy as reminding Mrs. Lion of the day. Yesterday I didn’t make that mistake again.

For me, spankings have a rhythm. I imagine that this rhythm is based on my brain chemicals. As a spanking progresses, my ability to handle harder swats improves. I think this is due to endorphin production. Mrs. Lion is aware of this. She’s learned to pace the intensity of her blows as I get better able to manage them.

On Wednesday night, she would intersperse very hard swats along with the milder, endorphin building barrage. This is an excellent strategy. It prevents me from “enjoying” the spanking as the endorphins kick in. She’s also learned to increase the overall intensity as she goes. This definitely hurts, but not so much as to make me yelp or protest.

As the spanking goes on, my bottom feels warmer and warmer. The heavier hits hurt much more. I have no doubt that if the spanking continues even longer than the other night, the pattern will hurt more and more without pushing me to call “Yellow!”

Yesterday, I asked Mrs. Lion why she stopped. She said that she was hurting and needed to end the event. I feel badly that she was feeling pain too. I suggested a position change that might put me in a better position for swats that don’t bother her so much. She’s willing to try.

We’re both learning that the longer, slow-buildup spanking is ultimately more effective. A very bruised, deep-red bottom is a powerful lesson to me. This won’t happen if it hurts Mrs. Lion to administer this punishment.

At this point, we both know that Mrs. Lion has no compunction about administering a more severe beating. The limits are now her ability to swing her paddle long enough and hard enough to do it. Wednesday night she was using our most vicious paddle; well the second-most vicious. We have a bloodwood version of this paddle that packs a much more painful wallop. She may need to graduate to that next time.

We are both learning that disciplinary spanking is an art. It requires maintaining a delicate balance between what I can handle with hitting hard enough to assure the swats actually hurt. Mrs. Lion is very close to perfect at doing this. It takes a lot of time and experimentation to optimize a spanking punishment.

The old assumption that a spanking is just whaling away at a naked butt simply isn’t true. The idea is to maximize pain by hitting hard enough to truly hurt but not so hard as to force a “Yellow” or inability to take more. I’m learning that I can be made to hurt for a long time without rebelling.

Since spanking is all about causing lasting pain in a safe way, I can say that Mrs. Lion is making very good progress as a spanking artist.

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In: Punishment, Spanking

Lion finally got his punishment for forgetting to remind me of punishment day on Monday. He reminded me Tuesday, but I was too tired to punish him then. Of course, I always reserve the right to punish him when I feel like it. Whether he’s done anything wrong or not.

Before I started, I already knew there would be no corner time. If I did it correctly, he wouldn’t need anything but his stinging buns to remember he’d done something wrong. I selected a fairly long-handled paddle. I like the way it feels and it gives me good leverage. The small head ensures it goes where it tell it to go.

I started out with somewhat softer swats. Nothing compared to the imperceptible swats when I first learned to spank him, but I wanted to build up to the hard swats. As I built up I decided to stay at a certain level. It was more important to me that I get his whole butt red. Every few swats I tossed in a harder one. He’d yelp and I’d go back to the lesser level. Not that I thought he couldn’t handle the harder swats. I wasn’t backing off for his sake. I just wanted to cover his buns with medium swats. Again, I’d toss a harder one in here and there just to get his attention.

I knew the medium swats were doing the trick because he was grumbling a bit. He never asked me to stop. He never called Yellow. That was another goal I had. I wanted to see how long we could go before he had to ask me to back off. Obviously he might not have needed to say yellow because I wasn’t hitting as hard. However, all those “not hard” swats add up. With the harder swats thrown into the mix I figured I was allowing him to take more swats even if they weren’t bruise-inducing swats.

Toward the end I threw in more and more hard swats. It all culminated in a barrage of harder swats. Lion was definitely happy I was done. I assume he was even happier that he didn’t have to do any corner time.

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In: Female led relationship with discipline, Punishment, Spanking

Lion and I are still very tired. You’d think we’d be able to sleep better now that we’re back together. We just have trouble sleeping period. My eyes were trying to slam shut all day yesterday so I delayed punishing Lion for interrupting me. It all works out though. Today is punishment day.

I guess Lion needs a refresher course in not interrupting. He did it a lot on Saturday and by Sunday I was completely done with it. I can understand when he gets home from a trip and he’s excited to tell me about it and excited to see me, but I will only tolerate it for so long. I know, I know. I shouldn’t tolerate it at all. He should perhaps get one warning glare and the next time it happens he’s toast.

Ordinarily I’d hit the end of my rope faster when I’m tired. I don’t know why it took me all the way to Sunday to put my foot down. He makes feeble excuses about why he does it. Not really excuses. That makes it sound like he’s trying to justify it to get out of punishment. He’s merely explaining himself. He knows he won’t escape once I put my foot down.

Tonight I will whomp on his sexy buns until I get them a wonderful shade of rosy pink and I’m satisfied that he’ll remember not to interrupt. For a few days at least. And then we’ll test out my handiwork on the welcome mat. Lion has suggested, silly boy, that I make a hole in the flap designed to hit his balls so I can tie his balls and affix the flap to them. I then suggested that I make him wear his collar so I can tie the flap to his collar. The problem with that is that he can sit hunched over to avoid having the mat dig into his balls. We’ll have to experiment to see what works best. And by that I mean what causes Lion the most problems.

Lion has suggested I take more active control in our FLR. I don’t know about that. I understand the appeal for him. I’m not sure there’s much appeal for me. Why would I want to order for him in a restaurant or tell him he can’t have ice cream or stop him from watching what he wants to watch on TV? Well, duh. Obviously because he wants me to. And I’ll probably end up trying it, kicking and screaming the whole way. And eventually I’ll just keep doing it because that’s my M.O. Not that there won’t be any positive aspects from it. If I stop Lion from eating ice cream or a big steak, his health will improve. For that reason alone it’s worth the effort. So off I go.

[Lion – Actually my motive is not just to have Mrs. Lion arbitrarily exercise control. There are two areas that her attention (and paddle) would provide a lot of help. One is weight control. Ordering for me and otherwise keeping me on the straight and narrow would be great. It would also help her raise her own awareness of what she eats. The second area is critical for me. I need her “help” remembering to do the exercises I need for physical therapy. I’m near the end of the time the repair will be plastic enough to let me extend my range of motion. Her paddle and crop will motivate me. I tend to be lazy about doing them. Once I get a little more physical therapy done, she could help me get the exercise I need to build back my strength and help thin me down.]

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In: Lion's Journal, Punishment, Spanking

Maybe I can retire as the architect of my own demise. Mrs. Lion has picked up the mantle and is off and running coming up with new ways to torture me. This is very gratifying in one way and scary in another. When I come up with new ways she can get me, I have time to consider and fantasize about the activity before i suggest it to Mrs. Lion.

Now, unless she writes about it here, any new “ideas” will be surprises to me at the very time I experience them. That is totally new to me. If she hints about something new in a post, I’m free to imagine what fresh hell I will experience at a later time.

Mrs. Lion has come up with ideas before. She had a record of not following through. I know that’s changed now. For one thing, she is well aware how I count on things she tells me. For another, she has turned a new leaf. I don’t want to say that 2.0 has arrived full time. I’m not sure what that would mean. But I am positive that my sweet lioness has taken a much more active interest in what happens to me after a spanking.

Almost all spankings in our house are associated with me being naughty. We have some rules I am very unlikely to avoid breaking on a regular basis. Getting food on my shirt is the best example. That rule was adopted for the express purpose at giving us practice with punishment. It’s served very well.

And, it will continue to serve. Additionally, Mrs. Lion has become far more vigilant discovering infractions. As a result, punishment is a very frequent activity. I am spanked at least once a week; often more frequently. Don’t get me wrong, I have learned to hate being punished. But that isn’t the point at all.

We both need to learn how to function in a disciplinary relationship. It takes time to build the length and ferocity of a spanking. Similarly, it takes time to develop and execute spanking deserts, like corner time.

I am getting a lot of value from this program. I don’t know exactly why, but I am. Mrs.Lion appears to have noticed this. I wonder if she is also getting value as well. Changes, like adding domestic discipline, take time to establish. It also takes quite a bit of time to see if this practice fits into our lives.

It appears that, like enforced male chastity, it is fitting. Punishments have become an accepted part of our routine. There is no fuss or muss. Mrs. Lion gets her paddle of choice, I assume the position, and off we go. She generally tells me why I’m being spanked. I almost always know anyway. There is no ritual. It’s just another part of our life together. That’s how I think it’s supposed to be.