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I’m already tired of going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark. I know the time will change in a few weeks, but it will be dark for both legs of my commute sooner or later. It just throws off my whole night. I get home around 5:30 and it just feels like it’s already 8. Stupid winter! I don’t think I’m the only one it throws off. Lion doesn’t like it either.

Last night I took my shower as usual. I don’t like to snuggle with Lion until my hair is almost dry. Why have my hair get him all wet? I guess I took a little longer than normal because Lion asked if I wanted to snuggle or if I’d be on my iPad all night. (If he was wearing his training collar I could have zapped him.) When I moved over to snuggle, he was in the mood for love anymore. He said he’d been horny earlier but he guessed it was too late. I missed my opportunity.

Tonight I’m going to get started earlier. And I’m thinking we need to do something other than “just” edging. Maybe some clothespins or maybe I can tie up his balls. I haven’t done anything like that lately. I’m sure I’ll come up with something he’ll like. Or hate. Either way works. The point is to give Lion some much needed attention. I think we’ve slipped a little bit in the past few weeks. And by we, I mean me. Lion is usually up for anything I want to do to him.

Tonight is also punishment night. My pet has already alerted me to that fact. I don’t think he has anything on his list this time. Of course, there are a few hours between now and then for him to commit an offense or two. He’s been a very good boy lately. If he keeps it up I may have to resort to maintenance swats again just to keep us in practice.

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I know that a lot of people worry about being “discovered” as practitioners of the dark arts of enforced chastity and female led relationships. I wonder if we aren’t expending too much energy on this concern. No one I know talks about their sex life. Some people do discuss personal sexual experiences with good friends, however I am sure there are limits.

How many people tell friends they had anal sex last night? For that matter, how many report tying or being tied to the bed? If they do talk about it, I’m sure the context is mutual vulnerability where the revelations are two way. In my experience, this kind of conversation is started at gatherings of like-minded people. A BDSM play party is certainly a safe place to discuss bondage, discipline, even enforced chastity; not so much at lunch with coworkers in the company cafeteria.

Let’s face it, there is very little chance we know people who use chastity devices or practice domestic discipline. While both may have gained popularity thanks to the Internet, the number of people who do this are in the thousands at most. Even if enforced chastity and domestic discipline were widely accepted, discussing personal experiences would still not be part of polite discourse.

Mrs. Lion presented the hypothetical situation that one of her coworkers recognized herself from a post here. Chances are good, that coworker could deduce Mrs. Lion’s real name. That sort of discovery is one of the *big* fears bloggers and other writers on the Net express. I suppose it’s similar to a coworker finding nude photos on the Web. “OMG, it’s you!”

So what? They stopped burning people at the stake some time ago. Maybe some people with Puritan values would be outraged, but most would at worst, laugh. The penalty for discovery is embarrassment.

“You mean you let your wife spank you?” <snicker>

“You actually spank your husband?”<gasp>

“You wear a lock on your cock? Really? Can I see?”

It isn’t all that different from, “You let him put it in your ass?”

The vulnerability comes from revealing something that others keep secret: sexual practices. I’ve always figured that if someone identifies me as an author in this blog, he will keep quiet about it. After all, the only way he could have discovered me is to be a reader. Doesn’t that strongly imply he has interest in the stuff I do? Actually, I would welcome being asked if I’m the guy who… It would start a very interesting conversation and perhaps be the beginning of a real-life community.

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I am cautiously optimistic that I fixed my knee. I was kneeling on the floor last night and when I got up I twisted my knee; it snapped and cracked and hurt like hell, but apparently I popped it back into place. So far, no more sharp pains. I have no idea if it will last and I’m not ruling out any soreness by the end of the day, but it’s happy right now and that’s a big win.

One of my coworkers has two sons. The oldest was always an independent kind of guy. Until he met his wife. She rules with an iron fist. Everything has to be cleared through her. When can the in-laws visit? Where do we eat? When do we eat? What do we eat? The younger son is a whiner. He wants things a certain way and he’ll whine until he gets it. I said it’s too bad the younger son didn’t wind up with the older one’s wife. She would have whipped him into shape very quickly.

Now I have no way of knowing if the wife in that case goes beyond ordering my coworker’s son around. She may very well have some paddles hidden around the house. She may not. His mother was surprised that a normally independent guy would suddenly take orders from someone. Maybe there’s more going on there than his mother realizes. I guess there’s really no way of knowing what goes on in anyone else’s relationships. Very few people will invite you into their bedroom, so to speak. Unlike the sitcom Lion talked about in his post, things are usually left to innuendo and speculation.

If sex is still largely a taboo subject, bedroom games certainly are. You’d have to be very good friends to share that kind of information. But sometimes people unknowingly stumble upon it. Last week, another coworker was upset because her housemate wanted to get a shock collar for one of her dogs who kept barking at him. She was upset. She says shock collars are cruel and inhumane. She said she’d make him wear one to see how it feels. Then she said she’d strap it to his balls for better effect. I tried my best to look surprised that someone would think of such a thing. Inside, I was laughing. She has no idea that Lion wears a similar collar around his balls at times. Of course, I didn’t volunteer that information. There’s no need for her to know what goes on between Lion and I in that respect.

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if one of my coworkers read the blog and saw themselves represented here. I guess they wouldn’t really be able to say anything without “outing” themselves. I wonder if it would change anything if they did open that dialogue. Would we have a special secret that no one else knew about? Would we look at each other and wonder what other secrets we were keeping from each other? I think it might get a little weird at least. Oh well. Hello to all my coworkers out there!

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A recent episode of “Two Broke Girls,” The CBS sitcom had a gag in it that suggests domestic discipline is much closer to mainstream America than I ever thought. A character’s mother-in-law demonstrated her newfound acceptance of her daughter-in-law by saying that she will send her the paddle she used to spank her son. Big Laugh. The daughter-in-law replied, “It’s a good thing. I broke mine recently.”

Ok, it’s a stupid joke. The thing is that the audience laughed loudly. It didn’t twitter in embarrassment or remain silent. It loved the line. While that doesn’t mean husband spanking is a widespread practice, it definitely suggests that the concept isn’t unthinkable. Many jokes are based on surprise. The idea of a mother spanking her son is an established concept we all understand. The comic twist was suggesting that his wife would carry on the activity.

Those of us who practice domestic discipline chuckle knowingly. I was surprised that a prime time network (CBS) show would even include the joke, much less see it go over so well. That doesn’t mean it’s safe for Mrs. Lion to discuss my most recent spanking with her colleagues at work. But it does mean that if she did, they would understand what she was discussing.

Not-too-many years ago a joke like that would never clear the network censors. If it did, chances are that the audience wouldn’t laugh. The concept would be too shocking. People tell jokes about things that represent twists on ordinary life. Husband spanking is close enough to mainstream to be funny. Today’s punch line is tomorrow’s everyday practice.

The underlying concept of a female head of household has been fodder forever. Jokes about nagging wives and milquetoast husbands are part of countless standup routines. But a disciplining wife and a virile, disciplined husband are new to the comedy lexicon. The male character is portrayed as a over-sexed, hairy guy. That makes the spanking joke even funnier when the audience considers that he would allow himself to be spanked.

I’m not making more of this than I should. It is just one joke on a sitcom. But in order for that joke to work, the audience has to understand and accept the context. It’s because it’s easy to imagine a wife spanking her husband. It’s funny because the idea is unexpected. It works because while strange, the practice isn’t a social taboo.

That’s what impresses me. I wouldn’t want to reveal that Mrs. Lion spanks me any more than I would talk about the fact she sucked my cock last night. Sexual, and now disciplinary talk, are not part of polite,social discourse. That’s what makes the joke funny. We aren’t shocked by the subject, but really surprised someone would mention it out loud. I call that progress.

Things are quiet in the lions’ den. Mrs. Lion’s knee doesn’t feel better and the orthopedic doc couldn’t learn why. I hope Mrs. Lion will pursue this further. I’m off on another business trip next month. This one is different. Mrs. Lion will join me during the week and we will spend the weekend relaxing and having fun. It’s very good to have a business destination that is actually fun to visit.