While I’m not that red, the spanking hurt like hell.
The other night I was punished for interrupting Mrs. Lion. I was pissed. The last thing I wanted was a spanking. That’s rarely the case. This time I was in absolutely no mood to be spanked.
A while ago, I wrote a post about a method for punishment spanking I had seen on the web. Mrs. Lion agreed to try it. She tested it out when she gave me a maintenance spanking. I hated it! Apparently, she saw promise in it. Then, the other night when she punished me for interrupting, she applied that technique again. This time it was more severe.
My punishment spanking started as they usually do, with gradually escalating swats. However, when I reached the point when I really wanted it to stop, Mrs. Lion sensed it and announced that now the punishment would start. I thought it was nearly done!
She continued swatting harder and harder, and kept going even when I glared at her and tried to roll away. I thought she would never stop. Eventually, she did. Then she began to make room for me to stand in the corner, but stopped.
It’s true that I must have looked pretty upset. I was. I wasn’t happy at all. It should be noted that I remembered to thank her when she finished beating me. I absolutely didn’t want to risk any more swats.
I was surprised to discover that my butt didn’t burn for long and Mrs. Lion said it wasn’t particularly red. It may be due to her using a big wooden spoon to beat me. All I know is it hurt like hell and I was really glad when she finally stopped. She’s clearly on the way to fully accepting her role as my disciplining wife. I’m glad (now that it is behind me, so to speak) that she punished me for interrupting her. It’s a habit I need to break.
In retrospect, I’m also glad that she is making my punishments real. There was absolutely nothing about this spanking that was BDSM play. I truly didn’t want that spanking. I was OK with it when she started, but. by the time she announced that the punishment would now begin, I wanted her to stop. I really wanted her to stop. It didn’t matter a bit to her. I’m impressed that she didn’t seem to care how I was feeling about being beaten. This was punishment. Period.
When I usually write about spanking, there are semi-erotic overtones. Not this time. Mrs. Lion (Lioness 2.5?) decided to disregard my reception of her punishment. I still influenced her to some degree. She decided not to give me corner time because I looked so pissed off. But she spanked me well past the point when I wanted her to stop. In fact, she didn’t even start the punishment until I reached that point.
She overcame her normal pattern of avoiding upsetting me. She was fully aware of how unhappy I was about being punished. I am supposed to be unhappy. If I’m not unhappy, then we are playing. She’s known this for a long time. There’s a mammoth gap between understanding how punishment should work and actually doing it to an unhappy husband.
My free ride is over.
Have I learned not to interrupt, even for a while? I’m not sure I have. I think that I will finally learn when I know that any infraction will be punished in a way I will hate. Consistent enforcement with punishments, unmistakably not play, is what I need to truly learn. Even when I realize that punishment is always something that will hurt and make me unhappy, I will still make mistakes. Each mistake will be greeted by an unpleasant punishment; not just a spanking that makes me yelp.
Today is punishment day. Mrs. Lion announced that on the Thursday punishment days I would get a maintenance spanking (and probably corner time). She said it would be the same as a punishment spanking because we both need the practice. I’m not looking forward to this evening’s activities.