Lion was not happy about having punishment added retroactively, especially for something he didn’t know he did. Oh well. I can punish him for any reason or no reason at all. He knows that. I could give him a few whacks any time I pass a paddle. I could even have a holster made so I always have a paddle on me. He also seems to forget that it’s his job to remember what is on his list. Just because I’ve dropped a penny in the bank doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be able to recite the list. His retort last night was he could do it if he knew what was on the list.

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Silly boy. I always tell him as I add to the list. I assume he’s referring to yesterday when I added forgetting the collar and interrupting to the list. Of course I wouldn’t expect him to know before I added them. But once I said he’d be punished he should be able to tell me. He must have been frazzled by the retroactive punishment because he forgot to thank me for punishing him. I realized it while we were playing. When I got around to swatting him, before I could finish saying “we’re done” he was thanking me for punishing him. He did not want a repeat performance.

I do this because Lion gave me the power. He wants to be punished for his sins. Of course he hates it at the time it’s happening. I think I’d worry about him if he didn’t. He likes the long, slow buildup of a play spanking. It gives him time to get used to the sensation. Punishment swats are a shock to the system. They are meant to snap you out of whatever reverie you were in when you committed the offense. For that reason, I understand why Lion wants to be punished immediately. Sometimes it’s just not feasible. However, even after the fact, they should be painful and not something you want to repeat, otherwise you might be tempted to continue making the same mistake.

Another reason for delaying punishment is that 1.0 doesn’t necessarily want to do the punishment. It’s still difficult for her. She prefers to wait until 2.0 shows up. It seems 2.0 comes preloaded. She doesn’t mind punishment. She doesn’t mind Lion’s grumbles or protests. She is, after all, a bitch. She is Lion’s ideal top. Maybe not ideal. There are still things she doesn’t want to do. But Lion loves when 2.0 shows up. Except when she swats him too hard. Or does mean things to him. Or makes him wait for an orgasm. I guess it’s a love-hate relationship.

As Mrs. Lion wrote yesterday, I got an orgasm. I had absolutely no idea she would do that. Of course, that’s the way she likes it. My post last week about punishment created considerable discussion. One of the points raised in the comments is that disciplining a grown man is uncomfortable, at least in the beginning. I know that was true for us as well. However, long before she became 2.0, Mrs. Lion had largely gotten over that hurdle.

Being a grown man who is disciplined requires considerable changes too, as I’ve discovered. Spanking has always been part of my erotic fantasies. I imagined that disciplinary spanking would be erotic spanking on steroids. It isn’t. It hurts and is humiliating. Since I am not submissive by nature, I find myself getting angry when the spankings start hurting too much. Of course I don’t act on that feeling, but the very fact that I don’t acts to further amplify my lack of control.

I can hear you saying to yourself, “That’s good! It’s what he needs.”

Well, yes I suppose it is. I wonder if like Mrs. Lion original hesitation to hurt me, these feelings will fade for me and I will just accept the pain as retribution for a wrong I have committed. It’s hard for me to imagine a change like that. But then, I never imagined that I would be locked in a chastity device for the rest of my life.

Reading back over my old posts, I can see that I went from initial excitement to a kind of public acceptance, but underneath a lot of doubt. By the end of the first year, I was feeling confident that we made the right decision. A few months later we began a wider power exchange which we labeled FLR. I wanted this. I’ve given my reasons in the past. I still think it was a good decision.

Like many things in life, the incorporation of punishment has unanticipated consequences for us. Some are pretty major. For one, Mrs. Lion, who is a go-with-the-flow type of lioness, was thrust into a position of authority and expected to make decisions. It’s pretty challenging for her. She’s slowly moving forward in this role and is doing fine. She also had to become a disciplinarian and I had to learn to accept punishment.

I didn’t think this part would be so difficult for me. After all, it was my idea. But just as my lioness is challenged by the need to be in charge, I am struggling with being a follower. We’ve talked about this and our current decision is that we won’t force authority on Mrs. Lion. I will make the decisions I always have; subject, of course, to her approval. She will assume new authority as she sees fit. She can do this by imposing rules or just telling me that I need to ask before whatever she now rules. This is working well so far.

I wonder how long it will take for me to meekly accept my punishment. I know better than to whine or object, but inside my head I am whining loudly. Last night was punishment night. Yesterday morning I thought I was home free. There were no pennies in my bank and it looked like Monday night would not include a painful spanking. Then, Mrs. Lion announced that there were infractions over the weekend that were not duly punished. My bank got some late pennies in it. So, punishment night featured a painful spanking to account for the change in my lion bank. I wasn’t happy when I learned I would be spanked. Not surprisingly, I wasn’t happy about the punishment.

Both enforced chastity and FLR severely compromise my independence. It doesn’t matter that I asked for this. My independence is still taken in key areas of my life. Yes, I know I want this. It doesn’t mean I have to like it all the time. It also doesn’t mean that learning to live in this new space is easy. It isn’t; at least for me. I know, you’re asking, “Then why continue?”

The reason is that we have discovered real value in our power exchange. We both feel that our relationship has improved as a result of these changes. Does that make me feel better about being spanked. Sadly, no; I’m not that mature I guess. Mrs. Lion has made it clear we aren’t going back. I’m hoping that over time I will learn to accept my fate more gracefully. Graceful or not, I will be punished if I don’t do what I am told. I just hope it will become easier to accept.

Things don’t always work out the way you want them to. I had plans for Lion’s toes, but I never bought the necessary nail polish. I thought we’d have the purple dildo firmly in Lion’s butt by Sunday, but he had some burning (I didn’t do it) so we stopped all anal action. We did manage to do some Lion defurring on Saturday. Does that mean the weekend was a complete bust? I’m fairly sure Lion enjoyed his surprise orgasm last night.

I was giving Lion a long slow blow job, with stops along the way for him to recover. Then I decided to keep going. Toward the end, he started bucking and I probably should have stopped because I really wanted to continue slowly, but I didn’t. Afterwards, he asked me why I did it. That always amazes me. Why ask why? Just enjoy the moment. In turn, I asked him why he started bucking. Did he think I was going to stop and tried to get there before I stopped? He said he wasn’t thinking. Perhaps next time I’ll stop if he bucks. I don’t know. It all depends on my mood at the time.

Lion asked if his date had changed. It’s not the 26th yet so no real reason to change it. Who knows? He may get another orgasm after that date. I like surprising him. It keeps him off balance. And the next date isn’t that far off anyway. Why get bogged down in details? Besides, I need to get better at catching Lion when he breaks rules. He forgot to put his collar on Sunday morning after he asked to remove it for sleep Saturday night. I actually caught him that time but forgot to punish him for it. I didn’t give him a penny either. Slacker lioness. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not to worry. I can punish him tonight. It seems to me he also interrupted me a few times along the way too. I guess that’s one good thing about having designated punishment nights.

I do understand that Lion prefers to be punished closer to the time of the infraction. Immediate consequences might make him pay more attention. On the other hand, I sort of like the idea that he’s stewing about what he did, just waiting for me to punish him. It’s the 2.0 equivalent of “go to your room and think about what you’ve done”. And I can ask him from time to time how many pennies he has or what punishments are on his list. Then he’ll give me his heavy sigh and tell me why I’ll be punishing him. I think there’s value in that.

no pubic hair
The laser hair removal leaves no stubble, just smooth skin.

We spend some time writing about my pubic hair; well the lack of it. This may seem curious to some. It certainly isn’t a requirement for either enforced male chastity or FLR. In my case, pubic hair has been missing for decades. It all started many years ago when a girlfriend and I decided to try BDSM. We switched for a while, taking turns topping and bottoming. It became clear that bottoming didn’t suit her at all. So, I got the bottom role.

During the time we started dating I kept my nether hair neatly trimmed. She never commented and I didn’t think much about it. After we moved in together I stopped trimming. One Saturday afternoon she had me tied spread-eagle on my back. She walked out of the room and came back with a bowl and washcloth. Without a word, she took a razor from the bowl and removed all of my pubic hair. I was surprised and not very happy about this activity. She paid no attention to my reaction. When she finished, she wiped me off with the wet washcloth. I finally asked her why she did that to me. She replied in a very matter-of-fact voice, “Everyone knows that lions don’t have any pubic hair.”

My witty reply was, “Oh.” From then on, every Saturday she would lead me to the bathroom and keep my genitals and surrounding area completely hairless. She also shaved my ass as well. I asked her how she decided how wide an area she would shave in front. Her reply was to stretch my penis as far as it would pull and then move it in an arc around my body. “That’s how,” she said. She also wanted to remove my underarm hair. I begged her not to do that. So she kept it trimmed very short instead.

When we broke up, I let everything grow back. It stayed that way for about six months. Then I started a relationship with a lesbian couple. I suppose when we started having sex they were a bisexual couple. Tomatoes, potatoes. After a month or so, one of them said she wondered how I would look without pubic hair. I asked her how she knew that lions don’t have pubic hair? She said that everyone knows that. By the way, I’ve had the lion nickname forever. It’s been my online nickname since the 80’s. So, she removed mine and I removed hers. Fair is fair.

Since then, I’ve been hairless down there. I’ve learned to prefer it. In the mid-90’s I decided that if I was going to permanently stay hairless, I might as well find a way to make things easier. So, I hunted till I found a doctor who would deal with it with his laser. It was expensive and hurt a lot, but it worked quite well. Most of the hair has been gone since then. A patch just above the base of my penis grows back. It’s not thick hair, but it is hair. My balls were never completely done. It hurt too much with the laser. I couldn’t afford my perineum or butt.

Mrs. Lion has kept me fur free front and back as long as we have been together. A couple of weeks ago I suggested we try one of the at-home hair removal units that use bright light in the same way the doctor’s laser worked. A laser, after all, is light. After reading a lot of reviews we decided to try it. It’s too soon to know if it will work, but even if it isn’t perfect, it will most likely make maintenance hair removal much less frequent.

It turns out that it is much more comfortable to wear a chastity device if there is no pubic hair. Guys complain that the cages and tubes catch the hair and hurt. I have no such problem. Keeping clean is easier too. There’s no hair to trap smells. When I first lost that hair it was very odd for a male to be hairless down there. Now, manscaping is considered good manners. Suddenly it’s fashionable to be a lion.