Wipe the Slate Clean
Today is the first of the year. I was talking to my son the other day. His birthday is a few days after Christmas. I asked if he was staying up till midnight last night. He wasn’t since he had to work the next morning. Then he said something I’ve often said myself about milestones: It’s just another day. Very true! If we didn’t have a calendar in front of us, we wouldn’t know when a birthday or the new year rolled around. It would be just another day. Do I feel any different today than I did yesterday? Just because the calendar says I’m another year older, do I feel older? Nope. It’s just a psychological thing. 2016 was bad for a lot of people. I’m not sure it was particularly good or bad for me. It just was.
As I write this, I’m wondering if I should be using January 1 as a milestone. It’s an easier day to remember than March 26th, for example. But maybe I should be using the date Lion first went into the chastity device. Our chastiversary, as I call it. I don’t know exactly what date that is off the top of my head, but it seems like a reset should begin then rather than January 1. [Lion — January 9]
What the hell am I talking about? Lion’s orgasms per year. Yesterday I said he had 57 in 2016. [Lion — I was wrong. It was 58] If it’s important to keep track, and I’m not entirely sure it matters, we need a starting point. Should it be from the beginning of the year or from our chastiversary? Up to now, it’s been from the beginning of the year and I don’t have a problem keeping it that way. I just now thought it might be better the other way. No real preference. Lion and I will talk and see which way makes sense.
Now, when I was working from a scheduled orgasm date, I had Lion set up with orgasms on Christmas eve, Christmas day, New Year’s eve and New Year’s day. He didn’t like the idea of two days in a row. No problem. Several weeks ago I scrapped the idea of a schedule. His last orgasm was Christmas eve. At that point, I decided he wouldn’t have another one until the new year. It would only be eight days or so. He could make it. And then he became “broken”. His interest in sex waned. Even when I can edge him, I don’t think he really cares if he has an orgasm.
A few days ago, my head cold went south to my lungs. I have a similar cough as Lion has been dealing with. I don’t think it’s hitting me quite as hard, but it’s still annoying. I just didn’t feel like playing with Lion last night. However, I never told him we wouldn’t be playing. He got upset.
I’ve never gotten upset when Lion doesn’t want to play or can’t play because he’s “broken”. I did get a little upset when we didn’t have our traditional cinnamon rolls on Christmas day, but only for a minute. What’s the big deal about having them the next day? Absolutely nothing. So what’s with Lion? He knew I was sick. He must have heard me wheezing and coughing. Why would he expect to play? I think it’s because his mind was still on the New Year’s eve and New Year’s day orgasms. Even though I’d given up on the schedule months ago.
The bottom line is that there was a breakdown in communications. Somewhere along the way, Lion didn’t realize I’d given up on the schedule or I didn’t realize he hadn’t. As well as we’ve been communicating, we still need to do more. I don’t think we’ll ever go back to the way it was, but clearly we slip up from time to time.
Maybe there’s a lot more reason for wiping the slate clean.
New Year’s Eve Blahs
Happy New Year! It’s the first day of a brand new year. How is it going so far? My New Year’s Eve wasn’t particularly exciting. Mrs. Lion is under the weather. As you might imagine, there was no sexual activity of any kind. I understand that. It still is a let down.
In prior years I had posted some resolutions relating to enforced chastity. At this point I realize that isn’t my place to do. The only resolution appropriate to my role is for me to be more obedient in the new year. I have an adequate incentive to follow through on this. Mrs. Lion’s paddle collection provides excellent motivation. At least, that’s what I’m supposed to say.
Until very recently, I didn’t think that corporal punishment was a particularly good incentive for me. I am turned on by the idea of being spanked. Spankings did hurt. But I really didn’t get too concerned about avoiding them. A few weeks ago, Mrs. Lion decided to give me “real” disciplinary spankings; the kind that leaves marks and can hurt for days. My view of punishment changed very quickly.
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I guess Mrs. Lion reached the point in averse stimulation that made me pay attention. Ever since that first, very painful spanking I truly try to do what I can to avoid getting another. I haven’t been too successful. I forgot to remind Mrs. Lion of punishment day and I failed to wear the training collar when we went out. She gave me a painful spanking for each infraction. I haven’t repeated either.
It’s difficult for me to sort out the fact from the fiction when reading accounts of domestic discipline. For a long time I didn’t believe that wives gave the painful, bruising spankings that they wrote about. I figured that was added drama for the sake of building readership. Like some of our readers who have commented on the subject, it just seemed too cruel. Why would any guy voluntarily accept such abuse?
Then it happened to me. I told Mrs. Lion about these domestic discipline spankings. I also reminded her that the entire purpose of spanking is to provide as much pain as possible. She was uncertain about doing this to me. But she did. The first was the spanking for interrupting her. That brought me many bruises. It was horrible. One disclaimer: I bruise easily lately because of a medicine I take. I don’t think I would have marked that much before starting the meds. In any case, I never experienced anything like it.
When she was done, I was angry. My anger wasn’t at her. It was at myself for earning this pain. After the burn died down, I realized that she did exactly the right thing to me. Since that spanking, I consciously try to avoid interrupting her. I’m sure I will slip and I will pay the price. The same is true about remembering my training collar and punishment day. I am working to avoid a repeat performance.
One other lesson from those spanking blogs is the concept of increased intensity for repeat offenses. We haven’t tried that yet. The theory is that the first spanking wasn’t strong enough to correct the behavior. This isn’t entirely true. A repeat offense within a week or two probably does warrant more pain. One after a longer period of time probably indicates a reminder spanking is needed.
Another interesting lesson from the blogosphere is that disrespect or annoying behavior also earns strong spankings. So far, Mrs. Lion has only punished for breaking stated rules. This ad hoc type of offense completes the disciplinary lexicon. It is also the most difficult to administer. The other day Mrs. Lion punished me for my first ad hoc offense. A comment I made upset her. On punishment day she spanked me for it. Excellent work!
These new, disciplinary spankings are so unpleasant I work to avoid them. In the past, I wasn’t too upset if I earned a spanking because I do like to be spanked. The milder spankings were close enough to a “play” spanking to help satisfy that kink of mine. The new, longer, harder, bruising spankings are way more than I ever want. That’s why I work hard to avoid them. If I “need” a play spanking, I will ask for one. I have a feeling that for a while I won’t need to ask. I just seem to keep slipping up.
So, my hope for the new year is that Mrs. Lion continues to be sensitive to my effects on her and that she will discipline as close to the offenses as possible. I’m going to work hard to avoid those painful spankings.
A New Year
Quite a few years ago I made a resolution not to make a New Year’s resolution. So far it’s the only resolution I’ve ever kept. Then Lion suggested it would be fun for me to write a post about my resolutions for the upcoming year. Fun, he says. I have no resolutions. That was quick. End of post. Talk to you tomorrow.
OK. I don’t really have any resolutions. I just always try to do a little better that I did yesterday. It doesn’t always work, but I try. My spanking could be better. Edging Lion could go better. Apparently, if you ask some of the people who comment on our blog, I could give Lion fewer orgasms and less edging. I could make more decisions. Yeah. These aren’t resolutions.
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But since we’re on the subject of a new year, what say we talk about edging and orgasms. As I said, we get comments that I give Lion way too many orgasms. Some say he should get as few as two a year. Others are a little more lenient and suggest once a month. A few days ago, Lion asked me what my optimal shortest time between orgasms would be. I have no idea. A while ago, he said his was four so I said four. I was thinking the longest I want him to wait is fourteen days. He has made it through a twenty-one day wait, but that seemed too long to me.
So where does that leave us? If he only had four day waits, he’d have approximately 91 orgasms a year. A fourteen day wait would yield twenty-six. For 2016, Lion has had 57 orgasms. What do you know? (91+26)/2=58 That’s fancy math talk for Lion having the average of both wait times this year. (It’s also algebra) By varying Lion’s wait times, I actually hit right smack dab in the middle of two without even trying. [Lion — My average wait time in 2016 was 6.2 days. My longest wait was 15 days and the shortest was 1 day. I had an average of 4.7 orgasms a month]
I know. I know. It’s still too many for the purists out there who think a wait time should keep extending into infinity. That doesn’t work for me. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work for Lion either. That’s like life without the possibility of parole. I’d be wishing for death to come quickly. Lion needs orgasms. Eventually, he wouldn’t be horny anymore even if I did tease him every night. And that brings me to my other subject: edging.
We’ve had comments about how often Lion is edged. When the threads crapped out on the Jail Bird, Mature Metal said they assume the cage will be removed every week or two. Daily removal lessens the effectiveness of the threads. Some comments echo this time frame. Lion wouldn’t be interested anymore if I only edged him every week or two. I might as well castrate him now.
I’m not trying to tell anyone their method is wrong. Who am I? Nobody. I don’t know what works best in your relationship. For Lion and I, a long wait is not necessary; a long time span between edgings wouldn’t work. What works for us is nearly nightly edging and a wait of somewhere between four and fourteen days. Could there be longer waits thrown in there? Yes. And there has to be to keep the average down. If I only gave him fourteen day waits and then threw in a four day wait, there goes the average. I’m not going to do the math because I don’t really care if a train leaves Chicago going 35 miles per hour and a train leaves Boston going 45 miles per hour, when they’ll meet. I’m just going to give Lion orgasms when I feel like it and we’ll have a math exam again this time next year.
Have a Happy New Year! Be safe.
End Of The Year
We got my training collar a couple of months ago. There was a small technical glitch with it. We returned it and got a new one. When you set up the collar, you can set a PIN so that only someone with the PIN can zap the collar. When we set up the second collar, Mrs. Lion didn’t set a PIN. Anyone with the PetSafe app could zap me if they were in range (about 30 ft). I discovered this by accident when I downloaded the app so I could test to see if I remembered to turn the collar on before strapping in. I had.
I’m not sure how much of a problem this really is. After all, anyone who wanted to zap me would have to have the app, be close enough to connect with the collar, and have some interest in zapping me. I think the PIN is probably overkill. But still. Later we will figure out how to put a PIN on the collar.
Mrs. Lion wondered why she would have to remember the PIN. I suggested she would need it if the app failed or she wanted to give it to a friend.
“Give it to a friend?”
she asked. I didn’t come up with much of an answer. In fact, I was thinking about the various posts I’ve read about domestic discipline. At some point a female relative of the disciplining wife gets in on the fun. Having someone witness a spanking, or actually give one to the poor male is a frequent, humiliating twist in these accounts. So you could see why I thought Mrs. Lion might want to share my PIN.
I admit it. It’s kind of titillating to think of a third party involved on some level in my discipline. I’m not sure how I would feel about it if there was a real chance someone else would be part of all this. But this sort of controlled humiliation is exciting to me. Go figure.
It’s New Years Eve. 2016 has been a difficult year for many of us. Many famous people died before their times. A very painful U.S. election with a questionable outcome added to the general malaise. Mrs. Lion and I, however, had a good year. I got my current job which I love. We both are happier and more comfortable with our power exchanges. More people read our blog and share their thoughts. We are closer than ever.
It will be good to usher in a new year tonight. We will be spending a quiet evening at home. We bought a prime standing rib roast for dinner. I’ll roast it with red-skinned potatoes. We’ll toast the new year with bubbling apple juice and then probably go to sleep.
Happy New Year!
