As you know, my criteria for a Lion orgasm tonight was whether he was horny enough or not. After only three days, it was entirely possible he wouldn’t be. Just kidding! This is Lion we’re talking about. Of course he’s horny enough – especially after last night.

We got a late start on playing because we recorded our football game to watch at a more convenient time. It was 10 before I unlocked him. I decided to use the forgotten restraints attached to the headboard. We double checked and they will not be effective for spanking in their current configuration. We’d have to extend them a bit, which is doable. When Lion was on his back I noticed he was already getting hard just from being restrained. Once I got him fully erect I slathered on some lube. I assume the lube makes it feel more like he’s inside me. It also allows me to move more quickly.

I started off slow. No sense rushing things. He wasn’t going anywhere. After edging him several times and getting him oh-so-close, I decided to give him less and less time between edgings. As soon as he calmed down I went back to work. He was bucking into my hand and trying to get release. I was afraid I would break him or go too far. When I was satisfied that he was indeed a horny, horny boy, I stopped. I told him he had earned his orgasm after only a three day wait.

This morning he told me he was starting to sweat and if I had gone any further he would have been a Lion puddle. He wonders if he will visibly sweat if I keep going. There’s only one way to find out! It may not happen tonight because I don’t want to take a chance on breaking him before I’m able to give him his orgasm. But tomorrow? I may need my galoshes for the Lion puddle.

It’s Sunday. The sun is making a rare appearance today here in the Northwest. Yesterday there was a lot of rain and some wind. The ground is littered with leaves. It’s too wet to mulch them. That gives us a nice excuse to relax and watch football. It’s a nice 65 degrees outside; fall weather in our part of the world. The sexual weather here has been surprisingly warm considering that my last orgasm was Friday night. The extended play Saturday night has a lot to do with my current state. You can’t be surprised.

Between football games, I perused the various chastity and FLM blogs. It interests me that a reasonably good fraction of male bloggers say they started out being disciplined for serious problems like drinking too much and other irresponsible behavior. Over time as those behaviors were extinguished, punishment was administered for minor offenses. Those offenses are similar to the ones that Mrs. Lion punishes. What troubles me is that without exception these men say they get spankings that leave them sore for days. It isn’t that I think that kind of intensity is wrong. It’s just that I can barely handle a spanking that burns for fifteen or twenty minutes after the spanking. I also complain loudly and make an effort to get away. Is it that I am just a wimp? It could be. Since the only bloggers who refer to spankings that are this intense are men, I wonder if they are telling the truth or exaggerating for the sake of their own internal fantasies.

Let’s assume that they do get long-lasting spankings. Maybe they can hold still and remain fairly quiet because this kind of punishment was used since they were little kids. I’ve noticed that my ability to take strong spanking has improved since Mrs. Lion began punishing me. I am very far from being able to hold still for a spanking that will hurt the next day. That bothers me. I really should be able to take it. That’s why I keep mentioning it. Certainly, I am not happy that Mrs. Lion pays attention to my inability to handle the spanking. If there is any time when I should feel that I have absolutely no control, it is during punishment.

My feelings of inadequacy aside, the reason domestic discipline is imposed is simple: It’s supposed to correct behaviors the disciplining wife doesn’t like. She is successful when the undesired behavior isn’t repeated. It stands to reason that if I repeat an undesired behavior, the next punishment should be more severe. If it isn’t, at least for me, the “price” for eating first, for example, remains constant. So, if I forget now and then, I pay the same “toll”. I may not like it, but my incentive to not repeat the behavior is no stronger. It only gets stronger when the punishment gets more severe with each infraction. It won’t take too many enhanced spankings before avoiding the undesired behavior is always front of mind for me.

This is one area of FLM that I can’t help Mrs. Lion manage. In her post yesterday, she mentioned that going through all the steps to secure me to the bed are just too much work. I immediately suggested that she give me that job. I can attach the restraints to the bed and even put the cuffs on without her help. All she has to do is clip each cuff to its restraint. Unfortunately, consistently enforcing her rules and enhancing the punishment for repeated offenses is on her alone. I could remind her when I catch myself breaking a rule, but there is no guarantee I will consistently catch myself when it is too late. The spankings are supposed to teach me to catch myself before the offense, not afterward. I should also be penalized for trying to get away. The worse it gets for me when I try to squirm away, the more quickly I will learn to hold still and take my medicine.

It’s obvious that I do want to feel Mrs. Lion’s power. I like the fact that she can condition me to behave as she wishes. That idea is exciting, the spankings, of course, aren’t. I’m not sure why I want things to be worse. I really hate those punishment spankings. I am proposing that I suffer more. I know that, but it just seems the right way to go. Stupid lion.

 

Am I talking about Lion? Is he too much trouble? Well, from time to time, yes. But this time I’m talking about tying him to the bed. He loves it. I, on the other hand, have to go get the cuffs and the straps for one side of the bed because the dog just can’t leave anything alone. I need to crawl around on the floor to hook the straps to the bed and then cuff Lion and hook the cuffs to the straps. It’s a lot of work for minimal gain on my end. Actually, no gain on my end. The restraints he has secured to the headboard will work if he’s on his back, but I’m not sure they’ll work when he’s face down. And, as he said, they only secure his hands. His feet are still free to roam at will. [Lion — I can do all that work. Just tell me to set up the restraints. All Mrs. Lion has to do is buckle them on]

I did think about restraining him last night, but then decided against it. As it was, I worked up quite a sweat spanking him. My hand stung for quite a while afterwards too. There is, however, always today. It’s still his birthday weekend. One never knows what’s in store for a Lion around here. Perhaps some restraints. Perhaps more spanking. Who knows? I don’t. Not yet at least.

I’m still amazed at how much Lion enjoys the vibrator. For a very long time he asserted that a vibrator did nothing for him. Why does this one work? He keeps telling me it must be me. Since I am the one using it, it is a very Magic Wand. I’m not sure. The first time I used it there was very little input from my hands. I just worked it over him and he had an orgasm. I wasn’t sure it would even work on him and there it was, working. He was so hard and moaning, and then orgasm. Vibrators don’t work on Lions, my ass! I don’t think there’s anything special about my hands. If anything, it may be because he has given me the power and he has no control over what I do with the vibrator. That might be the part that’s pushing his buttons.

At any rate, Lion still has a day to go for his birthday celebration. And, if he’s lucky, he might just get that orgasm Monday night. Time will tell.

As she promised, last night the birthday festivities continued. I got a very fun birthday spanking that left me red and burning. But unlike punishment, there was a nice buildup and Mrs. Lion used her hands for much of it. I do like those! She followed that with another famous use of her hands: she teased me and edged me. I asked if she could also use the Magic Wand. She agreed. It was fun, but the most arousal came from her hands, not the vibrator. The combination of her hand and the vibe is amazing! But, alas, only edging last night. I didn’t expect more.

Mrs. Lion expected me to be hard when she had me turn over after the spanking. I wasn’t. Erection as a result of spanking is not typical of me. The only times I can remember staying hard even while being swatted was when Mrs. Lion edged me and then, while I was hard, had me turn over for spanking. Then, even though it was pretty uncomfortable, my hard penis stuck out between my legs while she swatted. I don’t think I ever stayed erect for the entire process, but I was for a good deal of it. Clearly it was arousing. I think that while it is arousing in its own way, just spanking without a big penis warm up will not get me hard. I think that’s pretty typical. Some guys can even come just from being spanked. Not me. In my past life as a top, I noticed that quite a few women did have orgasms as the result of spanking and flogging. I liked it when that happened. It’s just so, well, perverse; pain converted directly into sexual arousal. How efficient! It’s like solar energy, a wonderful renewable resource. This is yet another example of female sexual superiority. Of course that doesn’t mean I think that means us males don’t deserve orgasms. It just means that many females can have a lot more fun getting them. I guess girls do have more fun.

One thing that has some chance of getting me aroused on its own is bondage. I really like how it feels when I have truly lost control. Mrs. Lion isn’t particularly fond of it. Getting me attached to the bed spread eagle takes some work. It isn’t something you can really do every night. Being my helpful self, I did set up a quick and easy way to get my hands out of the way. There is an eyebolt in the headboard of our bed that has two velcro wrist cuffs hanging from it. This is industrial-strength velcro. I can’t pull those cuffs off. It was a good plan to make bondage more convenient, but I failed to consider a critical point: Mrs. Lion doesn’t think of it when she is ready to spank or play. It’s not her fault. Bondage is one more alien concept her perverted lion introduced into her life unbidden. I suppose I could hang a sign over the bed that says, “Did you restrain his hands today?” That could help.

The truth is that I don’t think about those cuffs much either. They cross my mind when I am being spanked and when I am approaching the edge during teasing. I generally keep my hands over my head when she teases me. It isn’t a rule, but feels sorta like bondage to me. My guess is that once something like that becomes a fairly regular part of our play, it may become less exciting. I’m not sure that’s true. It’s been many years since I was first restrained and it still gets to me. It’s obvious I like bondage. I like that I am locked into a chastity device all the time. That is a very practical form of bondage. It’s very obvious I don’t need to be restrained, even for punishment. However, having at least my hands secure does keep my efforts to wriggle a way to a minimum. On the other hand, I agree that I should learn to lie still and accept it. So maybe bondage is only for fun times. Or perhaps it is something that happens only a few times a year. I’m good with whatever my lioness wants to do. I’m already way luckier than I have any right to be.

Saturday was terrible in terms of weather. It rained on and off all day. We had to run some errands anyway. Even though we got wet every time we got out of the car, it was still fun being together. We do have fun regardless of what we are doing.While I was out of work, we learned to be creative shoppers. I had taken a course in grilling and smoking last spring. Yes, I was out of work, but the course had been paid for months before I lost my job. It was one of those half price Living Social coupons. The school bought supplies from a place called Cash and Carry. It’s a chain of stores that specialize in selling food to restaurants, convenience stores, and food service companies. Since we were pinching pennies, we looked the store up and visited one not too far from home. It was like a warehouse store on steroids. Many of the products sold were in huge packages meant for restaurants. However, there were many items of more reasonable size at truly great prices. For example, we bought 25 pounds of beets for $14. The supermarket sells beets for over $2 a pound. I made and canned pickled beets. One of the items that is particularly economical is onions. Yellow onions sell for 99 cents a pound in the supermarket. I can buy 10 pounds for just $3.25. We found similar savings on a lot of food items we need. Even though I am working again, we decided to go there yesterday and fill in things we need.

We managed to score some great savings there. Another way we saved big bucks when we were broke was to buy baked goods at one of the bakery’s outlet stores. It’s close to Cash and Carry. We scored six english muffins for 68 cents (we got a few bags), a loaf of bread for $1.00, sandwich rolls for less than a buck, and we got a free pack of hot dog buns. We spent $10 for everything we wanted. I know, you see this as dull stuff, but we had a great time. Simple pleasures for simple creatures, I suppose. While out shopping I kept thinking about a line from “Annie Hall”. Woody Alan is having dinner with Annie’s parents. The discussion was awkward and painful. At one point, I can’t remember the exact leadup, Woody says, “The one sin in my family is buying retail.” We didn’t sin yesterday.