Since we post nearly every day, a lot of information is passed between us each day. For example, before last Sunday’s NFL spanking game, I commented that Mrs. Lion was going easy on me with both shocks and swats. As a result, at the end of the game my bottom was well bruised. She took my advice to heart.
It turned out that it was good advice. I clearly needed that rougher handling. My libido returned and my interest in our activities grew stronger. I was surprised by the intensity of my reaction. The swats were hard to take, but I managed to accept about 100 over the course of the game.
Apparently, there is more than one way to bruise a lion. During the game, I received fourteen hard swats with some rest between sets. That helped me recover enough to take more. Perhaps that is a signal on how to give punishment spankings; flights of, say, 20 swats with a short rest. Once I get used to the sensation, no rest.
I don’t really understand it, but I actually do better with a stronger spanking. Maybe it’s the catharsis it induces. I don’t know. But I do know that the reason I never complained to Mrs. Lion was that I felt something good was happening during that game.
By the end of the game, I did feel a cathartic change. It was a very good one. No, I didn’t turn into a puddle of submissive mush. I did feel transformed. After each score, I quietly rolled over onto my stomach for spanking. I knew what was coming and was ready to receive the swats.
It wasn’t a contest of wills. I didn’t want to control the situation. I knew it would hurt a lot, but that didn’t matter. I knew it was supposed to hurt. And it did. Ironically, when I got two swats from the pointy side of the paddle — I get them if the other team turns over our ball — it didn’t really hurt. I was a bit disappointed.
A long time ago, Julie of strictjuliespanks wrote me that her goal when spanking her husband was to provide a cathartic experience. It’s something he needs. I wasn’t entirely clear on what that meant. I understood that it took a lot of painful spanking to get him there, but I wasn’t sure what it was to him. Julie said that it made him more submissive.
Last Sunday, I became more submissive in a subtle way. After those first hard flurries of swats, I didn’t want to comment on the beating. When a score was made, I just wanted to roll over and accept my swats. That’s submission.
I wrote that I need those hard swats; that more gentle ones don’t reach me the same way. The spanking game suggests that flurries of hard swats with a short rest is a way to build me up to more continuous, hard spanks. I need to be trained to stay in place. That may be fairly easy to do. Attempting to roll away can be immediately punished.
We’ve operated on the level that I have to “earn” a spanking by breaking a rule. Yes, that’s absolutely something we should continue. It works to train me. But we also need “no reason” spankings just because I need them. I think it’s good practice for Mrs. Lion to say, “Roll over.” and then begin spanking me with no explanation.
Our NFL game has taught us a lot about spanking me. I suggest we take it out of the game context and just make it something that happens when Mrs Lion wants to do it. Those marks on my bottom apparently made some very positive marks on my soul.