Mrs. Lion has been writing about taking a firmer hand with me. I’m not sure why she hasn’t followed through. That’s a little surprising. She normally uses the blog as a way to signal changes. For example, she has been writing about resuming anal play. So far, we haven’t done any. The same is true about her taking more control. I assume that she will do both. Sometimes, she just needs a little extra time between announcing a new policy and implementing it.

A sore point for her is the difference in our tastes in television. I’ve lost patience with some of the programs that used to be very interesting. I don’t like soap operas and many evening programs tend to be moving in a soapy direction. Mrs. Lion, on the other hand, enjoys that sort of thing. I don’t object to watching “her” shows. I want to point out that she wrote in the past (a year or two ago) that she would spank me if I commented about her shows. She hasn’t followed through on that either.

Even though our domestic discipline could be considered a game, it’s very effective. I generally remember to set up the coffee pot. The exception was Sunday, when things were a bit topsy-turvy here. Out of the goodness of her heart, Mrs. Lion reminded me that I had forgotten to do it. My point is that I am much more consistent about taking care of that chore. Mrs. Lion’s painful spankings do make an impression on me.

I know I’m going to regret pointing this out, but her paddle is an excellent teaching tool. If she doesn’t like how I deal with her programs, a visit or two with her paddle will help improve my behavior. A less drastic measure is just to growl if I make a comment she doesn’t like. Knowing me, a hybrid approach is probably best, a growl followed by a spanking at the next convenient time. I don’t think writing about it in a post is very useful in changing what I do. Mrs. Lion has the tools and knows how to use them.

I think we are both out of practice. A disciplinary relationship requires, well, discipline. We’ve both learned that the more consistently we practice something, the more things improve. I think that Mrs. Lion has slowed down. Inertia may be taking over. I don’t know why. It’s not good for either of us. I’m very sure my vacation from being taken in hand is probably ending. When Mrs. Lion writes about what bothers her, that may be a sign of this inertia. When she writes about what she’s done to correct me from something she dislikes, we know she is in action mode. Now that she has perfected her spanking style, you’ll also know because I’ll write about how uncomfortable it is to sit down.

When I was reading back over our early posts, I discovered one that said if I don’t want an orgasm for myself, I should be able to take one of Lion’s. Seems fair to me. He agrees. He also says maybe what he really needs right now is for me to be more forcefully in charge. I should tell him we’re doing something instead of asking him. This is difficult for me, but I’m going to try.

I guess I failed my first test last night. Lion can sometimes be very opinionated. I tell him he steamrolls me at times. He’ll express an opinion and ask me how I feel. If I feel differently, he continues to tell me how he feels. Depending on what it is, I let him win. Case in point: The newest incarnation of The Equalizer started a few weeks ago. Lion decided he wouldn’t like it before he even saw it. We watched the first episode and he said it was good. I liked it too. We watched the second episode and he didn’t like it so much. He was ready to cancel the recordings. I’m willing to give it more time.

The backstory to this is that Lion watches a few shows that I don’t like. He’s watched Survivor and The Sopranos in the past. I either find something else to do or I just don’t pay attention when “his” shows are on. When I like a show that he doesn’t, he tends to make fun of it while I’m watching or he sighs and mumbles about it. Maybe it’s stupid, but I’ll stop watching whatever show it is so I don’t have to bore him. The exception to this point has been Grey’s Anatomy. We watched that from the beginning and he liked it until it got too “soapy”. Too many side stories that have nothing to do with medicine. Tough! I like it. Either shut up or get out. Or, I can go in the living room while he watches whatever he wants in the bedroom.

Back to last night. He’ll say “you like this” as he starts the show. That’s how I know it’s my show versus his show. Once I hear that, I know he’s doing me a favor by putting it on. At least that’s how I perceive it. Anyway, last night I told him not to worry about putting on my shows. It’s not worth the grief. Maybe I should go in the living room when he starts watching “his shows” and watch “my shows”. That way neither of us would have to watch “your show”. There we go. Sucked up and moving on.

Speaking of sucking, Lion finally decided he was ready for some action last night. He was nice and hard. It had been eleven days since his last orgasm. Not the longest wait, but we had some issues in those eleven days and I was glad to be moving forward again. Since it was only eleven days and we hadn’t done much in a while, I was going to tease him good and leave him hanging with the hopes that this would lead to more fun times. Lion had other ideas.

It’s not that he just decided to have an orgasm. And he has no way to speed it up or slow it down, so he didn’t change my mind for me on purpose. Sometimes, once you get the ball rolling, things happen quickly. Before either of us could react, he was having an orgasm. I didn’t get yummy goodness, though. I don’t know if he didn’t produce much or if I swallowed it without realizing it. I guess I’ll have to wait till next time for the cream filling. It’s certainly something to look forward to.

I just finished listening to the audiobook version of Unqualified by Anna Faris, who played Christy on the TV show “Mom.” I rarely pay attention to TV stars and seldom read about them. In fact, before this book, the last show biz book I read was a biography of Walt Disney. Anyway, much of the book is drivel that sounds like a ghostwriter dashed out a quickie biography. I did learn that before “Mom,” Faris starred in some of the worst bombs Hollywood ever farted out. Most notoriously, she was the lead in the “Scary Movie” lead-footed horror movie parodies.

Anyway, before reading this book, all I knew about her was her role in “Mom.” I admit that I love how she plays her character. The book came out in 2017 and is full of glowing love for her husband, Chris. Apparently, he is a famous actor. I have no idea. Mrs. Lion tells me that they divorced. Now she is engaged to someone else I never heard of. So what.

I didn’t write this post to waste your time reading Hollywood gossip. I admit to having a small crush on Faris. It isn’t sufficient to make me do any research on her life and activities. I like her in “Mom.” She left the show this season. Too bad. Anyway, she has a section in her book about body hair. That holds some interest for me. It turns out that she had most pubic hair lasered off. She wrote that she was warned not to do it because “Bush is back.” Really?

That’s too bad. I wondered if this alarming news is true. Apparently, “Vogue” magazine pronounced that bush was back a year ago. An article I found said that COVID stopped people from getting waxed and so many women just let it all grow back. Apparently, the pubic hair pundits have declared that we are back to the ’70s.

No bush here! I’ve looked like this for over 20 years.

On the male front (See what I did?), women strongly prefer some degree of manscaping. Less than ten percent preferred ungroomed male pubes. I prefer no pubic hair on me. I’ve had what is called a Hollywood for many years. That means no hair at all around the penis, on the balls, and in and on the butt. Mrs. Lion has been waxing me for some time. Years ago, I had laser treatments that permanently removed all of the hair above my shaft and most on my balls. There is a stubborn patch just above the shaft that the laser didn’t kill.

For her part, Mrs. Lion says she doesn’t care about my manscaping. However, she comments when that patch of hair grows out and tickles her nose. I think she probably prefers all of the hair gone. My hair has been removed for over twenty years. I can’t remember what I looked like with pubic hair. I don’t miss it. Mrs. Lion doesn’t groom down there. She has very little pubic hair. If she gets interested in sex again, maybe she will revisit shescaping.

It has been suggested that I suck it up and stop whining about how things are going around here lately. With the knowledge that I am doing whatever I can to improve things, I will suck it up. Moving on.

I was wondering if it would work to take my shower as soon as I got home. That would get it out of the way. It would eliminate the short “unwind” time I take as a breather between getting home from work and starting dinner, but it would get my shower out of the way so fun times could start earlier. I didn’t get a chance to do Lion’s haircut over the weekend. I’ll do that once I get home and start the new shower routine tomorrow.

When I snuggled with Lion last night, he got pretty hard. He seemed surprised. I asked if he wanted me to suck him and he suggested we wait another night. As soon as I asked, I realized I should have told him I wanted to suck him. I am in charge, after all, even though the past week or so hasn’t felt like it. However, in the interest of trying to get back in the swing of things, I decided to let him steer the ship. He turned off the TV while I was teasing him. When he started to lose it, he pulled the covers up and turned the TV back on. We’ll see how things go tonight.

Since I’m a very nice person, I saved Lion’s butt. I suggested, when he got up to take out his contacts and brush his teeth, he should visit the kitchen. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. He knew immediately that he’d forgotten to set up the coffee pot. He corrected it and avoided sore buns. I still think we need to try out the yoga pillow, so maybe his butt isn’t as safe as it could be. We’ll see how we feel later.

Lion sporting his wood clothespins. You can see he likes them.

If I don’t spank him, assuming he’s in the mood for anything, I think it’s a clothespin night. I’m thinking something in a plastic clothespin. Not too many, because they hurt a lot more than the wooden ones, but they are pretty colors so I should use a few.

When I was teasing Mr. Weenie, I reminded Lion of the time he wanted me to stretch him. I guess, at the time, he thought it might be a way to make him longer. Obviously, that doesn’t work, but last night he said it does improve blood flow to the spongy tissue so maybe it’s worth revisiting. You don’t have to ask me twice to play with my weenie. I’m in!