The other night, Lion was looking for a documentary to watch. The TV suggested a few and he picked one on Hemingway because Lion knows he’s my favorite writer. Well, my favorite writer from way back when. I know. He was a male chauvinist, etc, etc. But that does not detract from being a great writer.

When we started it, we didn’t realize that it was a multi-part series. And I didn’t realize how much I still like his style. It’s generally short, choppy sentences. But in those short sentences, somehow, he can convey so much without saying a lot. You can feel the dust being disturbed and settling back down.

I’ve only read three or four of his novels. I don’t think Lion has read any. I read most of them when I was in high school, but they definitely stood up. I remember A Farewell to Arms being very tedious for a fourteen—or fifteen-year-old to read. It was one of the audio books I listened to a few years ago. It is still my favorite.

Lion’s been writing again. I don’t know what this book is about. I don’t need to know. He may change directions a few times before he’s ready for anyone to read it. I’m just glad he’s writing again. I know it frustrates him sometimes, but it’s a good outlet. [Lion — Actually, I’m revising my last novel. It needs work. I started another, but I’m not sure it’s worth the effort if no one wants to publish what I write.]

I didn’t spank him last night. Once again, I was working on something, and he asked me to find a power cord for one of his many printers. I dug through a bunch of boxes and came up empty. It turns out I was looking for the wrong printer. The one he wanted doesn’t need a power cord. I’ve told him that a few times. Am I sure it doesn’t need a power cord? There’s no place to plug one in. And when I press the button, a green light comes on. I’d say that was definitive. He still asked if I was sure.

Anyway, after that fiasco, I didn’t feel like spanking him. I guess I was annoyed enough, but I’m not going to hit him when I’m upset. I don’t want to really hurt him. A few bruises and a little blood is fine, but what if I start whomping and can’t stop? I doubt that will happen, but why tempt fate?

I failed to read his email yesterday, but I read today’s. The Lion weather is steamy. He reminded me I owe him a spanking or three. I agreed and told him he needed to stop distracting me by making me look for power cords. Maybe I can actually swat him tonight.


Decisions, decisions! Sunday night, Mrs. Lion had to make a tough choice. I earned a spanking and was overdue. She knew that I was horny. As she wrote (“Inconsistency Is My Middle Name“), I wasn’t going to get a choice because she knew that if faced with either a spanking or a handjob, I would go for the sex. Well, duh!

She also went for the sex. Somehow, after burrowing through the still-packed cartons of our belongings, she found some soft CBT rope. She used it to tie and separate my balls. Then she went to work. Her hand was magic, and it wasn’t long before I had a large, nearly-dry orgasm. My semen production hasn’t been great in recent months. It felt very good anyway.

I’ve been keeping records of my orgasms since 2016. The first year I just noted the date. In 2017, I began recording how Mrs. Lion produced them. In case you haven’t heard, I haven’t masturbated since 2013. My lioness produces all of my orgasms. Since I had the record, I decided to find out exactly how often my orgasms were produced by hand and how often orally. I only had vaginal sex once in all that time, so it doesn’t show up in the graph (right) at all. I was surprised to see that over half were oral. My impression was very different.

I was sure that almost all of my releases were produced with her hand. I was both right and wrong. Until very recently, Mrs. Lion would edge me almost every day. At least ninety percent of the teasing was done with Mrs. Lion’s hand. If you factor in the teasing, her hand was nearly all of my sexual pleasure. When she decided to let me come, she used her mouth over half of the time.

That’s not entirely accurate. On a year-over-year basis, she used her hand al lot of the time in the early years. Her mouth came into play as I lost the ability to get off from her handjobs easily. She had to switch entirely to oral in the last couple of years. That changed the ratio of hand-vs-mouth. My last two orgasms were produced with her hand. I guess my ability to come that way has returned.

Now that she can use her hand again, Mrs. Lion has an easier time getting me off. I wonder if she will try edging me again. Since we started using Edex to get me hard, she’s all business once my erection arrives. It isn’t really necessary. My boner lasts at least an hour, so there is time for teasing and CBT. We’ve accumulated a surplus of Edex since we only use it when Mrs. Lion wants to get me off. Maybe it’s time to start teasing again.

ferrule paddle on lion's butt

Sometimes I don’t know which way to go. I need to unpack. I need to do timely things. I need to do what Lion wants me to do. Those are rarely the same things. I know he’s frustrated with all the boxes still around. I am too. He asked if he should advertise for someone to help unpack. I don’t think that would help because things from any box don’t have a home yet.

For example, there are things that need to go in the living room, which is currently stacked high with boxes and cardboard that needs to get tossed. Yesterday, I started taking some cardboard out to the garage to prepare it for a trip to the recycling center. My hope was that I could tunnel through the living room to put some stuff away in there. Lion asked if I could replace the batteries in his uninterruptible power supply, so I switched gears to do that. Then there’s the regular crap that needs to get done.

When am I going to spank Lion? Unfortunately, that’s been on the back burner for quite some time. I could promise him I’ll do it tonight, but I hate promising and not following through. I will say I’ll try to do it tonight. I owe him for annoying me and forgetting his pills at least once. Every time I let him slide, his butt gets that much closer to virgin status again. Maybe I need to commit to spanking him every night for five minutes. Of course, it would be ten minutes if he’s earned a real punishment. I’m not sure that’s a sustainable goal, but it would be a step in the right direction. He certainly wouldn’t have a virgin butt anymore.

I need to find that bigger strap. I’m not sure I like the harness that Lion got. He needs to be restrained.

heart paddle on lion's butt

Our blog is Mrs. Lion’s main way of communicating with me about our domestic discipline. In her post “An Old, Married Couple,” she let me know that I was going to be spanked for pissing her off. It’s true that she snarled at me a few times but never suggested I would be punished, that is, until her post. I asked her if she planned to spank me. She gave me that you’re-a-silly-lion look and said yes.

Other times, when I broke a rule, she limited her comment to a reminder that I missed something. She almost (maybe always) never said she would be punishing me. I can’t remember any time she told me that she was going to spank me. I’m not sure that means anything. She spanks me when she decides I need it. But maybe there is a reason she never tells me what she is going to do.

She is even less outgoing about interrupting or annoying her. I understand that and I’m glad she can use the blog to inform me of offenses. Mrs. Lion has made a lot of changes to support my need for spanking/punishment. It’s not easy to integrate becoming a disciplinarian into an otherwise-vanilla marriage. She isn’t sexually interested in dominating me. She isn’t turned on by spanking me. It took her a long time to learn how to spank me without feeling bad about hurting me.

She works hard to assume her role, but it’s not easy. I’m glad that she’s willing to discipline me. I’m also happy she can use the blog to communicate her intentions. Some couples use emails for this purpose. It’s a lot easier to discuss sensitive subjects like this in writing. When Mrs. Lion worked away from home, she would also use email to let me know when I was in trouble. I would also use it to let her know when I was horny.

I don’t mind this at all. I would prefer being told I earned punishment, but how I find out isn’t really important. What counts is that Mrs. Lion consistently punishes me when I do something she doesn’t like. That’s what I need.