lion harnessed on spanking bench witha red butt

Lion thought it would be a good idea to test out the harness and straps he bought to make sure he couldn’t escape the spanking bench. Aside from the fact that I haven’t located the strap we’ve been using, I thought it was working fine. He could wiggle. He’d slide down a bit, but I guess I saw that as part of the game. Shouldn’t he be able to hold still? Doesn’t he want me to spank him? Isn’t that something I should be able to demand?

Anyway, he put the harness on and I strapped him down. He could wiggle. He didn’t slide down. One for two. I used a leather paddle to get his virgin butt back into shape. Of course, if I hit hard enough, whether it’s leather or wood is of little consequence. It just plain hurts.

I got his buns a lovely shade of red, with a leathery patch on each cheek, within five minutes. Virgin butts, I reasoned, should not be made to endure the entire ten minutes. We’ll have to work up the that.

A while later, as we were snuggling, Mr. Weenie made an attempt to get hard. Lion sees this as proof that spanking helps him. This morning, we were talking about spanking and how I’ll have to find more rules for him to have more opportunities, but we should just do more spanking anyway. And there goes Mr. Weenie again. This time he was harder and standing up tall and proud. More proof that just talking about spanking helps Lion.

I had to go around to Lion’s side of the bed to admire my weenie. Just for fun, I gave him a few sucks. He wanted more. Too bad. That’s for later. There are things to be done around the house. Besides, there might be another spanking coming before the next blow job. We need more proof that spanking makes the weenie rise.

lion's spanked bottom
Mrs. Lion likes to feel the leathery skin on my butt after she spanks me. A little blood doesn’t bother her. She enjoys doing quality work.

Mrs. Lion finally spanked me. We got off to a poor start. The strap she found was a short one bought for a different purpose. She decided to go ahead without restraining me. I wasn’t too cooperative. She was right. My butt was virgin again, and I couldn’t hold still on the spanking bench. I wasn’t too bad at first. She used a leather paddle that hurt but was manageable. When she switched to wood, I nearly levitated.

Well before the ten-minute timer went off, she quit. She told me that I needed to get back in condition. I know what that means: more spankings, a lot more. In the spirit of cooperation, this morning, I suggested we try the restraint belt I got. She agreed. I’m pretty sure that the try will include a spanking once I’m strapped down to the spanking bench.

I asked Mrs. Lion if she liked to spank me. She said that she doesn’t know. OK, fair enough. She doesn’t mind paddling me. On many occasions, she’s commented on the quality of her work. She likes seeing my bottom turn deep red. She likes feeling the skin turn leathery. She also likes to learn that it hurts to sit for days after she spanked me.

This seems to fit the way she views our disciplinary activity in general. She likes catching me breaking a rule. I think she likes seeing my obvious conflict between wanting a spanking and hating it once she begins beating me. I also think she likes how regular spanking seems to activate my interest in sex.

There’s also the matter of control. Mrs. Lion doesn’t enjoy being in charge. Our marriage is a partnership. We make most decisions together. She likes me to manage our finances and make many decisions for us. She doesn’t want me to be submissive. It’s a good thing; I’m not.

That doesn’t disqualify her from taking charge of our domestic discipline. No rule says a disciplinary wife has to be the dictator in charge of the household. Each couple has the freedom to define it how it works best for them.

In our family, Mrs. Lion has the right to make any rule she wants me to follow. She can assign chores and dictate behavioral changes. Anything she hasn’t specified remains part of our original partnership. She can punish me at will and in any way she wants. So far, she has made very limited use of this power. Spanking remains her sole method of punishing me.

Her interest in using this power ebbs and flows. Life often intrudes, and Mrs. Lion puts her disciplinary role on the back burner. It’s difficult for her to prioritize domestic discipline. Spanking was never part of her life before me. Exercising authority is alien to her. I’m grateful that she’s worked so hard to be my disciplinary wife. I hope we can get back to DD very soon.

Hint, hint

Everything has been on hold for the last few days. We both have/had a bug that makes us need to lie down. I spent all day Wednesday in bed watching PBS documentaries. Well, mostly watched; I snoozed a lot too. Mrs. Lion managed to put in a full day’s work and then went to bed. We got take-out Chinese food (bad) for dinner.

As you probably guessed, there was no spanking or sex. It was the last thing on our minds. That’s not entirely true. Mrs. Lion did agree that it’s been a while since my last orgasm. She also made it clear that the orgasm is second on her list. A spanking is her first order of business. I agree, in case you want to know.

As a writer, I think I can describe every experience. I’ve written a lot about my complex and often conflicting feelings about being spanked. It’s hard to admit that so much of my life connects to having my bottom paddled. Like it or not, it does. Mrs. Lion has her own difficulty articulating the role spanking plays in her life. The easy part is that she spanks me because I need it. That’s the same reason she gives me oral sex. She wants me to be happy.

For a long time, I figured that was the only reason she spanked me. I knew that enforcing rules was mostly a game she liked to play. The fact that playing effected positive changes in me was a nice extra. I like the idea of domestic discipline. It’s a subject that I’ve spent a lot of time writing about. In the harsh glare of daylight, I have to admit that there really aren’t that many issues in our marriage that would benefit from disciplinary spankings. Mrs. Lion would have divorced me years ago if there were.

I think that Mrs. Lion likes domestic discipline, too. She enjoys catching me breaking a rule. She gets a glint in her eyes when she informs me that I forgot to do a chore. It doesn’t really upset her if I forget to set up the coffee pot or remind her of punishment day. I know that. She likes the game. You know what? It doesn’t matter. The result is the same. I get what I need, and she has fun.

When it comes to the actual activity of beating me, things get more complex. For a long time, she genuinely disliked spanking me. Over several years, she said that she stopped having bad feelings about beating me. She said that it became just another thing she did for me. There were no emotions attached. Vacuum the bedroom, beat the lion, all the same thing.

If that’s how she feels, I’m fine with that. I think that there is more under the surface. Mrs. Lion doesn’t like to drill down into her feelings. I could be completely wrong, but I think spanking me is more important to her than just another way to keep me happy. I think it has value for her as well.

Of course, she’s the only one who can know that. It would be nice if she found some pleasure in it, too. If not, we are certainly OK. I’m getting what I need, and Mrs. Lion gets some extra cardio exercise.

turning the tables

One of the more amusing aspects of spanking is how it self-cures one of a submissive’s most annoying habits: more. One constant in BDSM that leaks into disciplinary relationships is the “greedy bottom.” Nothing is ever enough. I have to admit that I’ve suffered from this, too.

If the primary activity is spanking, no matter how pain resistant the bottom’s butt, it’s fairly easy to push him to his limit. If a request for “more” is greeted by a serious increase in spanking force, speed, and length, the bottom (me), will be sorry he wanted to step things up.

In most BDSM activities, the top has to work long and hard to provide stimulation for the bottom. More bondage, more CBT, more…well, you get it, means more work for the top. More spanking does require additional effort from the top, but she has considerable leverage in terms of the amount of suffering she can deliver without breaking a sweat.

Most spanking toys are designed to make it easy for the top to have a strong effect on her bottom. As Mrs. Lion has learned, changing to a heavier wood paddle, or just swinging a bit harder and faster, will make me yelp and scream. I used to ask for more serious spankings. I rarely do that now. Why? Because Mrs. Lion is happy to oblige and I’m always very sorry when she does.

I wasn’t feeling well when I put my medications in their little pockets. I can never remember which one will put me to sleep, so I usually check. However, that little step seemed like too much effort. And now I think I’m paying for it. I’ve been really tired. Of course, I’ve been tired from being sick but this is a can’t-keep-my-eyes-open kind of tired, and it happened right around the time I started taking the new batch of pills. I need to figure out which medication is the culprit and switch it to nighttime pockets.

Last night, we tried a new Chinese restaurant. It was not a success. A few weeks ago, we tried a pizza place. That was not a success either. There are plenty more of both kinds of restaurants. We just need to go down the list. Last night’s fiasco was courtesy of a website with a promising picture of Moo Goo Gai Pan. The Yelp reviews for everything around here are a mix of “I’d eat there every day if I could” to “I barfed my guts out when I got home” for the same restaurant. It’s hard to figure out which one to choose.

I need to get back to unpacking. Lion would like me to unpack more of his office, but I think mine is worse. I have one narrow path in, and the dog competes with me when it’s time to walk in or out. I don’t have my personal computer set up because the work computer took precedence. I don’t know if I’ll get it set up anytime soon. I’m just looking to declutter, have room to move my chair around, and not trip over the dog on my way in or out.

Once we both feel better, Lion’s butt will get the much-anticipated whomping. Will it be tonight? Maybe. I’m tired, but that’s the medicine talking. I’m sure I can muster up the strength to beat his butt if he’s up for it. [Lion — Yup, I feel better too.] My role takes more energy, but he has to be prepared to take the swats. That’s not necessarily something you can do if you don’t feel well.