Maybe I should only post when I am horny or in trouble. After all, I am a sex blogger who also practices domestic discipline. What do I have to say when I don’t want sex and I’m not getting spanked? Would the blog be more popular if I reduced my output this way?

That’s a serious question. My life isn’t all that interesting right now. A couple of years ago I learned I had cervical spinal stenosis. Disks in my neck were constricting my spine. One small “whiplash” incident could make me a quadriplegic. I was rushed into surgery to fix it.

beware of Jean-Christophe A. Leveque, MD

The surgeon refused to tell us about the recovery from this operation. Because opening up the spinal canal would allow a sudden flow of spinal fluid, my spinal cord would be shocked, much the way it feels when a clothespin is removed from a sensitive spot. It hurts more coming off than it does going on.

This sudden flow created problems for me. My balance was impaired. Right after the surgery, I could hardly move. I couldn’t even pee. I needed a catheter. I could only stand with help. It took a long time for me to learn to get around with a walker. Mrs. Lion and I had no idea this would happen.

The surgeon is a lying bastard. Despite direct questions from both of us, he covered up the seriousness of the surgery. He works at Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle. His last name is Leveque (Go ahead and try to sue me, you fuck!) If you are referred to him, run like a thief.

Now, two years later, I’m still impaired. Walking can be difficult for me. My balance is better, but not perfect. Literally, at the same time, I developed Glaucoma. Before it was under control I lost most of my peripheral vision. I haven’t tried driving since this happened.

None of this is intended to garner your sympathy. I have no need for that. It’s just to let you know that my ability to experience the world has constricted substantially. Fortunately, most of me works quite well.

Mrs. Lion and I have adapted and our male chastity and domestic discipline have continued unabated. We share our adventures with you. Every single sexual experience since February 2014 has been faithfully reported here. A sex researcher could have a field day with our blog.

Four sexless days

Yesterday is the fourth day since my last orgasm. Even though Mrs. Lion asks me if I am “interested in anything” every day, I have politely demurred. This isn’t deprivation, just lack of interest. I’ve been following my rules and doing my chores, so no spankings either.

Even if I made a slip, I’m not sure Mrs. Lion would punish me. My mood is too dark. I rarely remember my dreams. In the last few days, I’ve had a couple that I haven’t forgotten. Both had me doing “normal” things.

In one, I was driving through the countryside on a two-lane road. My vision was perfect and I loved driving. In my dream, I was surprised that I wasn’t on a road-racing track. I loved my times on the track. The other had me walking with Mrs. Lion through the geyser fields at Yellowstone National Park. We had done that about a decade ago.

Both dreams were rated “G”. I think they underline the contrast between my life just a couple of years ago and now. No wonder I’m sad. I decided to share this because it might give you some perspective on why, after nearly 5,000 posts, I’m having second thoughts. I know my interest in sex will return. My vision won’t.

Once I’m horny again, I will probably try to push aside the sadness in favor of our tried-and-true fun. It gets harder to push aside. Maybe I shouldn’t write until I succeed.

This is the famous Woody Allen sandwich from the now-defunct Carnegie Deli in New York.

We ate the last of my birthday present corned beef and pastrami for lunch yesterday. Mrs. Lion sent all the way to Katz’s Delicatessen in New York for authentic deli food. It was wonderful. We both had “Woody Allen” sandwiches. In New York, delis like to name sandwiches after celebrities. The Carnegie Deli created the “Woody Allen”. This sandwich is half corned beef and half pastrami on rye bread. Nothing else. I always added deli mustard. That’s all.

The Carnegie sandwich had at least 1/2 lb of each meat on this $30 monster. I would eat half for dinner and take the other half home for lunch the next day. Our sandwiches yesterday were a bit more modest: only 1/4 lb of each meat per sandwich. So, we ate the entire sandwich at one sitting. Yum!

I’m a native New Yorker. I’ve been an expatriate living near Seattle for over a decade. Time doesn’t seem to lessen my nostalgia. When I’m asked where I’m from, I always answer, “New York.” This is often met with confusion when a local person wants my address. I’m not from here; I am here.

I’m sure you know I had a great orgasm on Sunday. I’m still basking in its glow and not feeling particularly horny yet. Mrs. Lion plans to take care of that. She’s a regular Mrs. Fixit.

I don’t think either of us is feeling particularly energetic. That can be why we haven’t used the Box O’Fun. We discussed it, but it just hasn’t managed to manifest itself yet. Perhaps when I get a few more days further from my last orgasm, at least my interest will grow. For now I guess we will keep things low key.

I have a conundrum. Whenever there’s a new idea, I have difficulty trying to implement it. It seems worse this time around with punishing Lion for things that annoy me. So what’s my problem?

Oddly enough, I’m finding punishing him for annoying me to be, well, annoying. Just last night, Lion asked if I could turn the fan off right after I sat down. Couldn’t he have thought of it ten seconds earlier? It was then that it hit me; if I had to swat him for that I’d be twice as annoyed.

I know what you’re thinking. If he annoys me and I spank him, eventually he won’t annoy me anymore. Well, maybe not anymore, but it should drop off considerably as he gets punished. He’ll work hard to avoid the paddle. Maybe I’ve got COVID brain but I don’t want to expend the energy to punish him. (By COVID brain I mean there’s so much to worry about with the virus, that I just don’t care about other things. I’ll snap out of it at some point.) Right now, everything is a huge production. Once I get myself ready to cook dinner, I’m fine but to psych myself up to do it takes a lot of effort.

Clearly this is my problem. I just need to suck it up. Ironically, I told someone at work they needed to suck it up for some issue. I guess it’s a taste of my own medicine. Maybe it’s better if I let a few transgressions build up before I whomp him. I keep making it sound like he annoys me a lot. He doesn’t. And some of the annoyances, I’m sure, are just annoyances because of all the nonsense going on with the virus and people not wearing masks or doing things they shouldn’t be doing in the middle of a pandemic. Really, how much of a problem is it to get back up to turn the fan on or off? Suck it up!

Mrs. Lion filled you in on our very busy afternoon and evening Sunday. I really hated my spanking for eating first. I think we are at a point where Mrs. Lion may want to consider more things spankable. Aside from the fact that domestic discipline works well for us, the next logical step is for Mrs. Lion to increase what she considers spankable offenses. I know that I frequently get “passes” for behavior she isn’t very happy with. It may be time to stop giving me those passes and get out the paddle.

In my reading, it’s extremely rare to find a disciplining wife who didn’t get initial guidance from her husband. Years ago, the disciplinary wives club website and correspondence offered support. Like today, most of its readers were male. The instructions the website offered were relayed from husband to wife. This doesn’t map to the fantasies, but it is probably the best way to offer disciplinary instruction. The fact that the husband is imparting this information, strongly suggests he is asking his wife to adopt whatever it is he discovered online.

One of the more interesting aphorisms that came out of the DWC was, “The more you make a spanking hurt, the more he will love you.” That gets to the heart of the insecurities I think that wives feel, at least in the beginning. I also believe it’s true for me. It’s a very odd feeling to truly hate the spanking I’m receiving yet feel grateful Mrs. Lion is doing it for me.

It seems to me that one of the most difficult, blocking factors stopping Mrs. Lion from making more things spankable is her sense of fairness. She has often said that she doesn’t think it’s fair to punish me without first telling me what it is that will earn future spankings. I agree that would be the fairest way to approach things. The problem is that we never get to the point that something is disciplinary.

For the record, I am not talking about the fact that she helped me on Sunday night by reminding me the coffeepot was not set up. That was a kind and reasonable thing to do. I appreciated it. I’m thinking about what she may consider “little things” that get under her radar. Other disciplined husbands have written that the principal way their DD relationships grew was by their wives tightening up on what they could get away with.

While we had the training wheels on, it didn’t make a lot of sense for Mrs. Lion to simply announce that something I just said annoyed her and was spankable. At that time, we were building the good habits we needed for our disciplinary relationship. Somehow we got stuck there. I think it’s time for her to use her observational skills and her strong paddle hand to call me to task for things she once considered small. That’s the thing about education, you start learning basic concepts and once learned, move into the subtle less-easily-observed stuff. I think we are at that point.

[Mrs. Lion — When will I have time to do anything else? 😆]