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Lion’s butt after Tuesday spanking. Click image to view larger.

Yesterday was a long day of driving. It always amazes me how bad traffic can get in some spots. Our helpful navigation did manage to save us roughly fifteen minutes by taking us off the highway, onto a long off-ramp, and back onto the same highway further upstream. Of course, the drive was worth it to see puppies. The plan is to pick Willow up next Friday, so we’ll have the whole weekend to get her adjusted, and my boss has agreed to let me work from home for a few days as a sort of pawternity leave to help Lion. Good thing my boss is a dog nut too.

Last night Lion said maybe our schedule of just because spankings are too close together. I did delay the last one because of the heat. Maybe I should do it every three days rather than sticking to actual punishment days. My concern is that I’ll forget what day I’m on, and he won’t get his bottom swatted. I need to have things clearly defined, or I don’t stick to it. However, assuming I don’t need to delay, spanking him on Monday and Thursday spaces it out nicely. If he’d remember the coffee pot, he wouldn’t get extra time added.

Speaking of the coffee pot, I was willing to let him slide on setting up the coffee pot last night. We left the house at around 7:30 am and didn’t get home until around 7:30 pm. I was tired. I figured he was tired. His routine of having another cup of coffee was interrupted. That’s usually what makes him forget. But there he was, while I was making a salad for dinner, putting the coffee pot together. He’s a good boy…sometimes.

Depending on how I feel when I get home, I could whomp Lion early tonight. That way, he’d have to sit up on his sore buns to eat. We used to have a board with tread tape on it that I’d make him sit on after a spanking. I wonder where that is. I haven’t made him sit on something rough after a spanking in a long time. That may have to change. Remember those beaded car seat covers? I don’t think that would feel very good on a freshly swatted butt. Hmmm.

I tried to get him to the edge last night. I don’t think I was particularly successful. I know it felt good. I know he was getting close. I don’t know how close. Not close enough, obviously. I would have given him an orgasm if he’d gotten that far. Oh well. There’s always tonight.

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Mrs. Lion didn’t post yesterday because we spent 12 hours on the road. We drove south of Portland, OR, to meet our new puppy. She is a beautiful English cream-colored golden retriever. She’s just under seven weeks old. We will be able to bring her home in a little over a week. She is wonderful! It was love at first sight.

Mrs. Lion spanked me on Tuesday night. Mrs. Lion swatted me for more than fifteen minutes–ten for the “just because” and five more for not setting up the coffeepot. It was horrible. By the time she finished, I was sweating and near tears. I’m sure she will write more about it in her post later today. She took a picture, so you will be able to see the results. I’m feeling them now as I sit at my desk.

I woke up on Wednesday morning with an erection. That hasn’t happened in a while. Mrs. Lion thinks my spanking is the reason. It’s true that I’m horny. I would prefer to believe it is due to how long it’s been since my last orgasm. On our drive back from Oregon, I said that I think twice-weekly spankings are too much. I’m not so sure. Mrs. Lion should probably follow that schedule until she has more data.

The marks on my bottom are not from a recent spanking. When this photograph was taken, I hadn’t been spanked in more than two weeks.

One byproduct of frequent spankings is discoloration of my hindquarters. There are marks that look a little like bruises but aren’t. When I checked out some spanking videos, I noticed that some of the guys being spanked looked like they had already been paddled. Now, I think the marks are like mine. What does this mean if a doctor sees me? Talk about embarrassing!

My second just because spanking is scheduled for tonight. The weather is cool, so I have no reason to ask for a delay or cancellation. I don’t really want to. I can’t deny the very visible evidence that there is a possible correlation between spanking me and my subsequent arousal.

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We survived the heatwave. It should be a chilly 97 today. There’s smoke from a nearby wildfire near work. It’s hazy and stinky outside. Good thing we don’t need to be outside.

I decided not to spank Lion last night. It was just too hot. I was sweating just watching TV. I started sweating as soon as I got out of the shower. However, Lion was making horny noises, so I tried to accommodate him. I think I sabotaged things by just sucking him instead of playing with him first. I was going to let him go all the way. When he couldn’t make it, I teased him that it was because he needed a spanking. He claims it was because it was so hot.

Yeah. Sure.

I promised him I’ll spank him tonight. He says there’s no rush. We both know he needs to take his punishment as close to the “crime” as possible, but it was just too hot to do it last night. I’m not really sure tonight will be much better, but we’ll see. The air conditioner and fan will still be going.

Tomorrow, Lion has a doctor’s appointment, and then we’re off to puppy world. I said he needs to distract the owner so I can corral all the puppies into the car and pupnap them. It’s so cute with them all running around together. I was thinking, if we ever got another dog, maybe we should get two, so they can keep each other company. The truth is, we’ll have our hands full with one. If this one is anything like Daisy, she’ll be into everything. I’m not sure we can puppy-proof the house. We have a week or so to figure it out.

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You would think it wouldn’t be very difficult for me to remember setting up the coffee pot. It usually isn’t. On weekday mornings, Mrs.  Lion goes to work about 7:30. I head into my home office at about 8. At 9 or 9:30, I go into the kitchen for a cup of Keurig coffee. At the same time, I set up the coffee pot for the next morning. Easy Peasy. The trouble comes when our routine is broken. Then I can easily forget to do my chore.

The theory is that if I know that I will be painfully spanked if I forget, then making sure I do the chore will be top of mind. Over time, the habit will be solidly formed, and the activity will be automatic. It doesn’t work that way. The fear of punishment only persists as long as that punishment is well remembered. Many dominant women have written that behavior is changed for about a month before it reverts.

Nobody has any hard information on why this happens, but it seems fairly consistent across many people. I’m pretty sure after Mrs. Lion spanks me for not setting it up, I won’t slip again for about a month. Then, when the household routine changes for a day, I will forget. This has been going on for a long time. I don’t want a fifteen-minute spanking. Knowing Mrs. Lion, it will be more like twenty minutes of pain.

As soon as I realized what I did, I wanted to fix it. Of course, I couldn’t. I was instantly upset at the prospect of the punishment. Why did I forget? I just did. My routine wasn’t there to save me, and my memory of consequences faded enough to allowed me to forget the damn coffee pot.

It doesn’t help that Mrs. Lion likes catching me. That is fun for her. She doesn’t get turned on by spanking me, but she likes the challenge and enjoys doing a “good job.” I think she likes seeing my reaction when I’m caught. She will also enjoy working out a way to bruise every inch of my butt thoroughly. She’ll take souvenir photos when she’s done.

Some spankers focus on the punishment. Mrs. Lion does that, too, of course, but she also likes observing the effects of her efforts. Lately, she has taken to pointing out that large areas of my bottom are swollen from her paddling. She studies the pictures to assess any areas she might have missed. She is making sure that I will have no fun at all on the spanking bench.

She is a little different from many disciplinary wives in that she doesn’t lecture me. She brings in the spanking bench and expects me to assume the position. Without any conversation, she goes to work. She ignores any sounds I may make. She usually doesn’t speak until she is done. This is her style. I asked her to try telling me what I did to deserve the beating. She tried, but it didn’t work for her. I know why I am there. I hear her tell Alexa how long a timer to set. I don’t need to know anything. Maybe I need to find a way to stop getting into trouble.