Dr. Lion

Yesterday was our anniversary. I also had a doctor’s appointment. As I was explaining to Lion what the doctor said, he said I didn’t have the condition for which I’ll be tested. Really? Thank you Dr. Lion. But it was our anniversary so I didn’t say anything.

Later on, Lion used the “royal we” when talking about chores that needed to be done. He said “we” need to change the bed and “we” need to clean the dog bowls and placemat. This is code for Lioness needs to do it. Lion says it doesn’t but since I wind up doing it more often than not, it does.

Combined with the know-it-all statements, I was annoyed. This morning, Lion reminded me it was punishment day and suggested he get a maintenance spanking to help him stay still during spankings. I told him about the doctor conversation. When he said, “Poor Lion” in a subsequent email, I told him it was actually “Poor Lioness” for having to put up with him.

It’s my fault for not stopping him from being a know-it-all last night but he was cooking dinner and I was trying not to spoil the anniversary mood. I might not even have brought it to the punishment level if he hadn’t brought up punishment day this morning. I would have let it go just like I let other things go. It wouldn’t have been healthy for me nor helpful for Lion. He needs to know when he’s annoyed me. I’m trying to get there. It will just take some time.

Separation Of Sex And Date

Yesterday was our anniversary. We had a nice dinner for two and enjoyed a quiet evening at home. Mrs. Lion will tell you about what actually happened. I want to talk about a change that I believe is important. Mrs. Lion has been thinking about decoupling special events with orgasms for me.

Anniversaries, birthdays (mine), and some holidays include an orgasm as part of the festivities. It makes sense since getting to ejaculate is fun for me. In her post yesterday, Mrs.Lion mentioned that she didn’t necessarily see our anniversary as an occasion that needed to be marked by my semen. She also pointed out that it definitely could be.

In a real way, celebatory orgasms takes control away from her. If we mark my birthday and other celebrations with ejaculations, she loses control of the appropriateness of that emission. She is the final arbiter of when I get to come. I think that part of lioness 3.0 is separating my sexual satisfaction from any external events. I shouldn’t look forward, for example, to a birthday orgasm. I might get one on my birthday, but most likely I won’t.

Divorcing ejaculation from events is the first step, I think, in being able to use them as rewards and withholding them as part of punishments. Sex has always been external to punishments. They might well stay that way. But they can also be part of my disciplinary ecosystem.

At this point that ecosystem is very simple: break a rule and get a spanking. Sometimes the discomfort of the spanking is extended by corner time on the punishment stool. But there are no other consequences beyond that. I’m not complaining. It’s been effective so far.

Lioness 2.0 compartmentalized different aspects of my life. Sex lived in its own world. Teasing, BDSM play, and eventual orgasms are isolated. They are affected by our fatigue, schedule, and general health. But it has no relationship with discipline.

I’ve been happy this partition exists. It limits the consequences of my misdeeds. Sometimes it’s confusing. It’s hard to reconcile a severe beating with an orgasm an hour later. I wonder how I can deserve to ejaculate after being punished.

An argument in favor of letting me come is that once I’ve been punished, all is forgiven and life should go on as though nothing ever happened. I like that idea. It makes punishment a way to wipe the slate clean once and for all.

In that respect, I shouldn’t automatically lose the orgasm because I was punished. But, Mrs. Lion could make withholding orgasms a part of the punishment if she wishes. Additional wait time is a tool that is at her disposal. She can use it as she wishes. By the same token, if I’m told I have to wait at least an additional week, it doesn’t suggest that after that week is up, I get to come. Oh no. It means that there is no way I will come for that week. After it passes, I will continue to wait until Mrs. Lion decides she wants me to ejaculate.

My point is that by removing release from association with holidays and scheduled family events, sex for me is absolutely under Mrs. Lion’s control. Of course, it is anyway, but she has always been good about honoring those special dates.

Every Night

Last night, we were watching TV and didn’t start playing until almost 10 pm. Traditionally that’s too late for Lion, although recently we have had some success at that hour. Not last night. I suppose I could have used the Magic Wand or my mouth but I decided we could wait until tonight.

Tonight, Lion is almost certainly going to get some action. It’s our anniversary. Ordinarily I like to do orgasms on important dates such as this. I’m not sure if I’ll continue that tradition. Given last night’s lack of success, I might just make him wait at least another night to build up anticipation. There’s really no rhyme or reason to when he gets an orgasm anyway.

We’ve planned a nice dinner tonight, and we’ll definitely have snuggle time. Where we go from there is up in the air at this point. I won’t rule out the Magic Wand if it’s needed. I also won’t rule out play in addition to edging. That might have been beneficial last night. We shall see.

The most important thing is that Lion doesn’t feel any pressure to get excited. As much as I like that super hard weenie standing straight and tall, I’m a patient person. I’ll keep trying every night until I get it.

Spanked, Wanked, And Ruined

Mrs. Lion's mean paddle

This is Mrs. Lion’s bubinga paddle. Its small head and long handle make it a real punisher. Click image to go to the only source of this mean spanker.

I was spanked for interrupting. Mrs. Lion got out the “colonial” paddle. We have two: one is bloodwood and the other bubinga. The bubinga paddle is lighter in weight than the very dense bloodwod. She chose the lighter bubinga. The paddle has a small, three-inch diameter head and a long handle. The two combine to give a lot of leverage on a small striking surface. In other words, it hurts like hell.

She had me lie across our bed near the footboard. She began with light swats. That didn’t last long. Her swats came harder and fast. She didn’t give me a rest. It was getting very painful when she stopped and said,

“Now we’re done with warmup.”

She began again. This time harder and faster. I wanted it to stop. My feet were kicking and I was yelping loudly. A couple of times I rolled away on the bed. Each time she told me I was just making it worse. Finally she stopped. My butt was stinging. She said,

“See what I brought upstairs?”

punishment stool

Lion’s punishment stool.

She had my punishment stool in the corner of the bedroom. This stool is covered with rough, coconut welcome mat material. She pointed to it and told me to take a seat. I gingerly lowered myself on the rough material. It really hurt my battered bottom. I sat there trying not to move until Mrs. Lion told me I could get up. The little fibers stuck to my butt and the stool came with me when I started to get up. It fell back and I stood up. It felt like I was still sitting on it even after I got back onto our bed.

A little later, we snuggled. Mrs. Lion started playing with her weenie. I was hard in no time. She edged me over and over again. Each time she brought me a little closer to orgasm. She kept getting me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, she went too far and I had a ruined orgasm. All I could think was that I waited seven days for this! Mrs. Lion smiled and said,

“I meant to do that.”

Gee thanks! I dripped for some time after.

Yesterday morning, she sent me an email asking me.

“A ruined orgasm resets the clock?”

I wrote back that I don’t know. I have been feeling pretty horny, so maybe the ruined orgasm doesn’t reset the clock. She wrote that we would find out later.

I was sure I could come again. The more interesting question is whether another ruined orgasm will make me ready for more the next day? Theoretically, as long as I have stored semen, I should be able to come. My interest should remain high. Maybe Mrs. Lion will find out.

Alas, she didn’t; at least last night. By the time we got to snuggling, I ran out of gas. I just couldn’t get into it. Well, I suppose I  will have another ruined orgasm or two in the very near future.