Mrs. Lion Has A Tawse
A package arrived yesterday. It was something I ordered over a month ago. I will regret buying it. But you know me, I just can’t resist. It’s a genuine, three-tailed English tawse, extra-heavy weight. I found this on a British professional dominatrix website (If you order one, please mention you saw it here). This is an exceedingly rare implement. The only other one I found on the web was a lightweight, poorly made version. This is the real deal.
The tawse dates back to Scottish schools. The Lochgelly style is considered the classic. That’s what I stupidly ordered. This one is made of stiff leather. It has some flex, but not a lot; just enough to build up momentum at the tip. It’s 24-inch length is long enough to make a painful blow easy, but short enough for control in confined spaces. It divides into three tails past the handle. Each tail stings like a separate strap.
I ordered this because strapping is commonly considered the next step up from the paddle for spanking. In domestic discipline, a strapping frequently follows the paddling. Blows from the strap leave painful marks that last for a day or two.
Mrs. Lion tried it on me yesterday. Even at low power it really stings. I felt the sting for an hour after the test flight. I am not looking forward to it being used to punish me.
I ordered it out of curiosity. I know that one disciplining wife uses a similar one with very good effect. She has a picture of hers on her “Beating Your Man Properly” page. Hers is lighter weight and shorter than Mrs. Lion’s. She strongly recommends the regular use of the tawse. It was this article that inspired me to arm Mrs. Lion with her own strap.
We already have a very heavy slapper made from three layers of thick leather. I’ve used it when I was a top. It delivers a very nice “thud” that my bottoms loved. It may be too heavy for Mrs. Lion to use effectively. It may also be something I enjoy more than I should. I think we have another strap that is light and in my experience, not too effective.
You must be wondering why I would help arm Mrs. Lion with implements that I know will hurt horribly. My reason isn’t deep-seated masochism. I do it as part of the evolution that has kept us going at our power exchange long after most people quit. The problem with many power exchanges is that they are initiated by the submissive partner who then either withdraws entirely, expecting his top to take it from there, or acts as the director of the relationship. Neither situation works well for the dominant partner.
In the beginning I provided a lot of input. I avoided describing scenarios, but I did provide ideas and hardware. Over the years, my input has diminished as Mrs. Lion finds her own way as my disciplining wife. I still provide implements that look interesting to me. She thinks I am silly to give her more ways to hurt me; but she welcomes them with a smile.
Since neither of us have any experience with physical punishment, Mrs. Lion started off flying blind. She has become the mistress of the spanking. Her paddlecraft is amazingly painful. Since more than one disciplinary wife writing blogs uses a strap as either a primary punishment tool, or something for more serious offenses, I wanted to make one available to my disciplinary wife.
Once Mrs. Lion uses the new tawse on me, two things will probably happen: First, she will discover it is easier to inflict a very painful swat than the paddle. Second, I will work very hard to avoid another session with it. That, of course, is the real objective. Since it is currently untested, we have no idea what, if any place it will have in my punishments. If she likes using the tawse, it could replace the paddle.
This is probably the last spanking tool I buy on my own. Mrs. Lion no longer needs my help finding ways to punish me. She has completely taken over and my input is no longer requested. She still has me play a part I don’t like. She now requires me to select the spanking implement to be used on me. If I pick one that isn’t strong enough for my offense, she will replace it with one better suited and punish me longer for trying to make things easier on myself.
I know that this is no longer play for me. I work as hard as I can to avoid punishment. I take Mrs. Lion’s rules very seriously; even the most trivial. I know that I’ve broken a few that she let slide. I’m happy she didn’t spank me. But I also know that next time she will. This is the first time in my life that there are painful consequences for breaking a rule. It’s no game or fantasy play. It’s absolutely real life for me.