Month: June 2017 (Page 3)

post from another blog
This is the sort of reading material I like and would love to suggest Mrs. Lion read too. (To read this post, click the image.)

Mrs. Lion tends to misunderstand why I ask her to read something I find interesting. We have very different tastes in how we spend our down time. She will spend hours on Facebook reading and viewing stuff reposted by a large number of people. That’s fine. It’s entertaining. My reading is more directed. I tend to look for material that provides information about a subject that interests me.

When I come across a blog post or article I think she might find useful, I suggest she take a look at it and I email her a link to access it. If the suggested reading material is about enforced chastity, FLR, or domestic discipline, she very reluctantly reads what I suggest. I think I understand what’s going on. She takes my suggestion to read something as a criticism of the way she is doing things. She thinks that I want to “educate” her in the way I think we should proceed. She’s half right.

I generally ask her to read things that either turn me on or seem like a fresh point of view about what we are doing. In some cases, I would like to try what we read. So, in that sense she is right. But, I never use my reading suggestions as a sideways effort to tell her she is either doing something wrong or missing something I think we need. That’s never the case. I will tell her if I think she should consider something different. In some cases after we both read something, I ask her if we could try it. But I never imply she is somehow deficient in her leadership or technique.

It seems to me that when we read something, we process the information differently, particularly when we read about others who share our power exchange. When I read a post or article, I either put myself in the writer’s shoes and try to learn how it feels to experience what I am reading, or I make mental notes because I am getting good information. Sometimes I do both. I don’t compare myself or my actions with the writer’s.

When Mrs. Lion reads the same piece, I think she compares herself with the subject of the item. Is she not spanking “correctly”? The writer is obviously much better at it than she. Or, “Does Lion want me to do that? I don’t think I can. I’m letting him down.” In fact, that never occurred to me. I probably thought it might be a good idea to try this new approach. It simply never occurs to me that she is doing something wrong.

As a result of this difference, I rarely suggest reading material to her and she never goes off to find things on her own. I think we are poorer for this. I don’t think it is reasonable for her to take on the task of “inventing” FLR and domestic discipline on her own. Though I have to admit she is doing a great job.

Reading an article doesn’t mean you have to adopt what it advocates, just consider it information that perhaps could  help us move along. I think that if somehow we could both read some of the same material, it would foster great conversations and perhaps transfer the role of innovator, from me to her.

I managed to mow the lawn before the heat was too bad. A few minutes ago one of our thermometers, which is in direct sunlight, said it’s 105 degrees and feels like 111. The other thermometer, in the shade, says it’s a frigid 85. No thank you. I’m more of a 75 degree girl. We’re not used to the heat up here in the upper left portion of the country. Especially west of the Cascade mountains.

Next weekend we’ll be east of the Cascades, in the desert. We’ll be camping along the Columbia River, which lends its water for irrigation. We’re hoping to find some fresh cherries and maybe even some early peaches. Both are great in sangria. Yes, please!

Lion is still in a state of denial. Orgasm denial. I’ve been edging him for almost a week and he’s absolutely ready for an orgasm. I’m not sure when he’ll get one, but he’s ready whenever I am. I wasn’t ready last night. As a matter of fact, I edged him within a stroke or two of a ruined orgasm; and I didn’t let up. As soon as I stopped, I gave him maybe five seconds to recover and then I was back to work. Afterwards, he said he was dripping. I’m hoping that means I will be rewarded with a lot of semen when he finally does get the chance to come.

Before I edged him, and even while I was getting him aroused, I swatted his balls. He hates when I do it, and I always remind him he said I can hit them harder, they can take it. He said he hasn’t told me that in ten years. I can’t help it if I remember certain things so vividly. I didn’t want to hit his balls back then. He encouraged me. Encouraged. And now he tells me it hurts when I swat them? I hope it does. It’s supposed to. And he told me, albeit many years ago, that I should do it. Silly Lion.

penis meaure
Turns out, I am pretty close to the ideal. Most men are.
Every guy thinks about his penis size. It’s usually in the context of being “too small”. That approbation infers that women would not be pleased with his erect size. Tom Allen, tweeted about a study to find the perfect penis size, “We Talked to the Scientist Who Just Discovered the Perfect Penis“. That’s right, grant money was provided to determine what penis size women prefer.

The scientist 3D-printed blue penises of varying size. These replicas were presented to 75 women who then decided which penis would be best in a long term relationship and which for a one night stand. The result: for a long term relationship, 6.3-inches long and 4.8 inches in circumference, for a one-nighter, 6.5 inches long and 5-inches around. Pretty close.

A few years ago I did a picture for another site of my penis size (image, right). Length is 6 1/32-inches. That translates to 6.03 inches; about a quarter of an inch short. The image shows my girth is 1 3/4-inches, this translates to 5.5-inches in circumference. I’m about half an inch bigger in circumference. This translates to less than a quarter inch wider in diameter. The average erect penis is very close to this new “ideal”. I’m average.

In my case, this is all academic. I haven’t had penetrative sex in well over two years. Size is unimportant in a handjob; and if you aren’t enormous, it isn’t an issue with oral sex. I’m hoping that fucking will return in the future. If it does, that study suggests I will provide the right sort of pleasure.

Truthfully, I haven’t thought about my erect penis size in years.  The picture here was taken in 2010. I don’t think I’ve thought about erection size since then. On the other hand, I’ve been fairly obsessive about my flaccid size. That, of course, is the result of the need to measure in order to get a chastity device. Men into enforced chastity pay a lot of attention to their limp weenies. There’s a lot of discussion about them on chastity forums.

We’re used to thinking about penis bragging referring to erect dimensions. In the chastity world, everything is upside down. Guys take pride in having a very short flaccid weenie. I’m a winner in that circle. My flaccid penis is a bit under 1 3/4 inches long. I wear a chastity cage that is 1 1/4 inches long. It provides a snug, comfortable fit that keeps my urethra centered and slightly protruding from the front of the cage. That’s important for predictable peeing.

It’s interesting to me that we males want to compare penis size whether hard or soft. As the study found out, women prefer an erect penis that is just about average in size. I wonder if there is going to be a study on the flaccid size they like best; probably not.

It seems to me that punishment spankings should be shorter than play spankings. Maybe that’s obvious. Maybe not. If you read accounts online, it seems like a punishment spanking can reach 100 swats with the spankee’s butt being purple and too sore to sit on for days. If any of the internet accounts are to be believed. I suppose it’s possible some are accurate.

When I swat Lion as punishment, I don’t think I’ve ever gone over twelve swats. I know I should do more, but for the most part, he doesn’t seem able to handle it. Lately, he rolls over after four swats. The point is, these are hard swats right off the bat. There’s no warm up. It’s punishment. There usually isn’t a warning shot.

With play, of course, you start out slow. Let him get used to the feel of being spanked. Maybe start out with your hand. Give a few rubs now and then. Build up gradually to the punishment sized swats. It’s quite possible he’ll wind up with some bruising and it may be hard to sit for a while.

Even if the accounts of purple butts and not being able to sit are true, it’s not what I’m going for. Lion may have other ideas, but I don’t want to hurt him that much. If he wants me to go further, then we have a problem. I thought the purpose of punishment was to make him not want to do whatever it is he did. Since he’s only spilling food or interrupting me, he doesn’t need a purple butt. It’s not like he killed anyone. It’s true, I could swat harder. I could do more swats. There’s plenty of real estate between what I do and a purple butt.

We both need to work on it. I can’t really tie Lion down at this point because of his shoulder. He’ll have to learn to stay still on his own. Besides, if he can’t stay still for the paltry punishment I’m giving him now, how could he ever stay still for a purple butt?

[Lion — This is a subject that comes up fairly often. Since we do play spankings, there needs to be a way I know this isn’t for fun. The spanking blogs by people I know are for real (“Strict Julie Spanks” and “A Spanking Marriage“) advocate, long severe spankings. As Julie pointed out, she allows her husband some input to moderate intensity. From my perspective, spanking is learned at both ends of the paddle. Severity is decided by Mrs. Lion. I would suggest that a longer spanking is required for repeat offenses. The point of spanking is, as she says, to stop me from repeating undesired behavior. How much of a spanking is needed to do this is learned by increasing intensity if I repeat an offense.]