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Lion was gone for a week. Apparently he forgot things while he was away. Like maybe, who’s in charge. He forgot his manners. He forgot his equipment. I’m glad I’m here to remind him.

We went out to get the oil changed in Lion’s car. Then we went to lunch. During lunch, my son called. Before I answered, I told Lion who it was. He didn’t hear me. Let me say that my voice is still somewhat raspy from time to time, although it is showing signs of going back to normal, and Lion either hasn’t really been listening or he really can’t hear me. He didn’t know who was on the phone until I was off.

My son is in the army. He’s a sergeant. He knows a little bit about the ins and outs of army life. Lion has never been in the army. When I recounted my conversation, Lion asked for clarification of a few things and then told me the correct way for my son to proceed. It was the only way for things to be done. As we talked, he seemed to listen less and less to me, and more and more to himself. Then he interrupted me. I told him he earned a punishment right there for interrupting. He didn’t like that idea at all. Too bad! (We always get into heated discussions when it comes to what my son should or shouldn’t do. In the army, there is very little wiggle room. You follow orders. You have little input on how something should be done.) So when we got home and he was in his uniform, I told him to roll over and gave him a good bunch of whacks. I knew they hurt and he thanked me for them.

Later on, we went out to dinner. Along the way, we saw a sign about a restaurant that’s coming to the area. It didn’t sound familiar so I decided to look it up when we got to our restaurant. As soon as my phone was in my hand, I saw Lion wince. I checked the training collar app. What a surprise! Lion had forgotten to wear it. He’d remembered it on our previous trip out of the house. He even asked me if I had my phone that time. He wanted me to check up on him. Not this time. He was sans collar. More punishment for Lion. This is the first time I’ve ever punished him twice in one day.

When I was done with the swats, he said he thought it would be much worse. I was concerned about too many swats on an already sore butt. The intensity was the same. I just didn’t hit as many times as I would have, had this been a one punishment day. Live and learn. Next time I won’t take it so easy on him.

In the future, I have two choices. I can not tell him about any conversation with my son, or I can stop him before he gets started on the I-know-what’s-best train of thought. Maybe I can ward off the interruption that way. I guess Lion has two choices, too. He can interrupt me or not interrupt me.

Remembering the training collar is another matter. For now, he’s decided to wear it all the time except when peeing or showering. That way he can’t possibly forget it. As long as it’s not in my way, I don’t mind that tactic. As for the rule, he still only has to wear it when we’re out.

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Our readers never cease to amaze me. Our recent posts about domestic discipline have evoked some remarkable responses. Not one suggested that Mrs. Lion beat the crap out of me. Instead, our readers expressed concern that we not take spanking blogs literally and that it seemed cruel to cause me so much pain for simply spilling some spaghetti sauce on my shirt.

We both appreciate your concern. We’ve been cautioned to not take advice from various blogs too literally. Domestic discipline blogs that feature disciplined males and are written by their disciplining wives can, at times, appear to be advocating real cruelty. Certainly I would suffer greatly if Mrs. Lion beat me with a paddle or strap 300 whomps. My bottom would be a mess. I would hate that level of punishment.

However, a lot of men and women crave that level of beating. I suppose they are died-in-the-wool masochists. But I know there is much more to the story. Based on my long experience in the BDSM world, I can give you a bit of insight into a spanking session, both from the perspective of the spanker and, of course, as the “spankee”.

The worst part of any spanking is the beginning. Nerve endings are most sensitive and each swat feels unbearable. After a while, the time varies with individuals, a sort of “numbness” sets in. This is actually an endorphin reaction to the physical assault on the body. Bottoms treasure this endorphin high.

In the context of discipline, a 300 swat spanking is probably 100 painful hits and 200 that are no problem to accept. I’ve experienced this in a D/S scene. I barely moved for the last part of the spanking.

You could ask why bother with those later swats? One school of thought claims that the long duration of the punishment is very meaningful to both spanker and disciplined male. There’s little doubt that I would clearly understand that a spanking that went on that long signified that I did something very bad. It sends a message.

Those later spanks can be administered hard and fast without having to deal with too much squirming. That allows the spanker to more accurately place the blows and for the spankee to register severity in terms other than raw pain.

I suggest that disciplinary spankings rarely get this severe. However, I know that “play” spankings are often much worse. Sensation lovers will want endless beatings. They are hooked on those brain chemicals that are produced.

Believe it or not, it is generally perfectly safe. Most S/M toys are designed to provide sensation without serious injury. These are the very same implements my dear lioness uses on me. I may hurt, but I won’t be injured beyond some redness and fast-healing bruises.

There is more to a spanking than providing strong pain. There’s also the humiliation of submitting to something that is generally reserved for naughty children. If the spanker accompanies her blows with scolding, the humiliation is increased.

Is that a cruel spanking? The recipient will feel it for days. His butt will be tender for quite a while. But he agreed to get it. I understand the consequences of agreeing to let Mrs. Lion punish me. Cruelty is in the eyes of the recipient. If I don’t feel that Mrs. Lion is being cruel, no matter how it appears to an outsider, she isn’t being cruel to me.

Of course, the problem is that someone reading our posts will judge what we do in the context of his or her life. But remember, I’m the one who suffers all this beating. I admit it hurts horribly. But I don’t believe it is cruel. I am an aware, educated, intelligent grown man. I have full control of my faculties. If I don’t feel that I am being treated cruelly, then I’m not. You may consider me crazy for allowing all this. So be it. But what you read here, and I expect on other blogs as well, represents adults consenting to activities they want to include in their lives.

Maybe I’m being cruel for letting you know what we are doing.

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spanking spoon
Mrs. Lion’s wooden spoon is about 24 inches long and very thick and heavy. She spanks me with the back of the spoon. I can’t help but squirm with each swat.

Mrs. Lion’s no-more-light-swats policy has me worried. As she wrote in her post yesterday, she punished me for getting food on my shirt with her heavy wooden spoon, hitting full force. She administered just six swats. Just six swats? It felt like my butt was on fire. That spoon has a very small striking surface and Mrs. Lion is a strong woman. I burned for hours.

Last night I thought I dropped some chicken pot pie on the same shirt. A bit later I couldn’t find any stain. Mrs. Lion told me I just may have dodged the bullet. I sure hoped I did. There is a spot on my right butt cheek that is particularly sensitive. That spoon lights up every nerve ending. She hit it three times; once each time she swatted that cheek.

Those six swats made a strong impression on me. It’s the first time I took a punishment for a food spill seriously. After all, it’s a trivial offense. In the past, the punishment was light, almost fun. Monday night I was genuinely upset. After all, I just got a small spot of marinara sauce on my t-shirt. The last remnant of the game aspect of being spanked burned away in the fire of those six spoon swats.

Last night in the shower I wasn’t sanguine about my request for domestic discipline. Usually, I feel mildly aroused thinking about her ministrations. I soaped my bottom gingerly. There wasn’t any lasting pain there, but just thinking about that spoon hitting my sensitive spot brought back memories of that burn So vivid that I could actually feel it back there.

Truth be told, I can’t remember prior spankings giving me a burning sensation. I suspect it is the result of the very small impact zone of the spoon, combined with a full-force hit. I’ve read accounts of spankings burning like fire. Now I know how that feels. It’s no fun at all.

Last night, when I thought I had gotten some pot pie on my shirt, I was genuinely distressed. I recalled my shower thoughts. Am I out of my mind to want this? After all, I’m a grown man. I don’t want to feel the bite of that spoon. Is a spot of spaghetti sauce worth so much pain? What did I get into? I wondered if Mrs. Lion would go easier if I complained. Do I want to ask her to stop domestic discipline entirely?

If being punished was simply a sexy fantasy I wanted to bring to life, I might have told her that I want to end it. But it’s more than that. Much more.

I have to admit it. I can just charge ahead without consulting Mrs. Lion. She has always been willing to let me, whether what I wanted to do was something she wanted or not. I could interrupt her, make insensitive comments, and change the subject to be about me without her making a peep.

My lioness was too kind to put up any objection or fight. On rare occasions she would stop talking to me. I would have to wheedle out the reason for her anger. This can’t be good for our marriage. So I had the brilliant idea of asking her to adopt FLR and domestic discipline.

I reasoned that she would learn to express her feelings and stop me from just charging thoughtlessly ahead. Besides, the idea of being spanked is a turn on for me. I figured it was a win-win.

Stupid lion!

We’ve been slowly moving in the direction of fully embracing domestic discipline. Rght now it may be for spilling some food. But it won’t be long before I get punished for upsetting her. I am afraid of how that will feel. I better be on my best behavior.

I know what you’re thinking. I should get out now. But I can’t. It’s not because I have no choice. Of course I do. This is consensual, after all. But the price for quitting would be returning to the old patterns. I don’t want that.

Truth be told, aside from spilling food on my shirt, if being punished teaches me to be more careful of her (and others’) feelings, then I will be a better person. So, my vote is for Mrs. Lion to carry on. I’ll just have to be more careful. When I make a mistake,  Mrs. Lion will correct me and make sure the lesson will be burnt into me.

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Lion reminded me about punishment day in the morning. I told him he had nothing on his list and that he was being a very good boy. That lasted about six hours. He spilled tomato sauce on his shirt at dinner. Poor Lion. He’d have punishment after all.

Many of our readers think punishing Lion for such minor infractions is silly. Maybe punishing him for interrupting me is equally ridiculous. In fact, you may not agree with any of our rules. Fair enough. Spilling food and eating before I do were relatively simple rules that I knew Lion would break fairly often. (He also used to be punished when he dropped ice from the ice maker, but the ice maker proved to have a sadistic streak and would throw ice across the room when no one was near it. Dropping ice is no longer an infraction.) The purpose of these rules is to encourage me to be consistent with punishment. Interrupting me was a rule I added because it drives me crazy when he does it.

I’ve gotten pretty good at Lion swats. It seems to me that the swats should be the same severity regardless of the offense. What should change is the number of swats. For example, last night Lion got six swats for spilling food. The swats were as intense as if he had touched my weenie. I’ve decided that if a punishment is worth swats then they shouldn’t be lighter swats for lesser offenses. I think that would send the wrong message. “Oh, Lion. You’ve spilled food which is a silly offense so I’ll give you these mamby pamby swats.” Nope. He needs to feel it afterwards otherwise he won’t take it seriously.

Even after I’d moved on the night’s activities, Lion felt those swats; after I’d unlocked him; after I’d given him a menthol cough drop-laced oral ruined orgasm. Just before bed, he asked if he was bruised. He wasn’t, but I felt like I had done my job if he thought he might be. Score one for Mrs. Lion! He also said he guessed we were done with lighter swats. For punishment, yes. They will be reserved for play now.