Semi-Public Hand Jobs, Hairless Pubes, And Punishment Spankings

I think about sex a lot. I know, that makes me unique. Most often, I think about being jerked by Mrs. Lion in a semi-public situation, like a play party. I guess that little touch of humiliation adds a zing. I also think about getting a blow job. I don’t think very much about intercourse or giving Mrs. Lion oral sex. It isn’t because I’m a selfish lover. I’ve just stopped expecting that she would enjoy sexual stimulation from me, or for that matter, anyone else.

When I think about sex, I always imagine that Mrs. Lion is having fun giving it to me. Even during an actual hand job or blow job, I imagine she is having as much fun as I am. That’s very important to me. Thoughts about direct sexual stimulation almost never give me an erection. I’m most likely to get one when I think about spanking and other sorts of BDSM play. I also find myself getting aroused when I think about Mrs. Lion removing my intimate hair. Part of that, I think, is because it’s mildly humiliating to have a hairless nether region, at least for a man.

Speaking of that, I recently read a survey about male pubic hair. About 10% of the women surveyed liked men untrimmed and bushy. 20% preferred no pubic hair, and 70% preferred it trimmed. So I guess I’m still in the minority. That doesn’t matter to me. It’s actually one of the smaller differentiators between me and most other men. Wearing a chastity device and participating in a Female Led Relationship with Discipline (FLRD) are probably far more unusual than hairless pubes.

Mrs. Lion’s punishment strategy — a series of daily spankings for each offense — is making a big impression on me. I think it’s also affecting her. I’ve noticed that her skills have improved dramatically. Also, her willingness to make each spanking painfully memorable is evident. She’s hitting areas she never swatted before. Each spanking includes some painful activity on my upper thighs. She also makes a point of pulling up my buttocks so she can give much-needed attention to the crease between my lower butt and legs. Since my new spanking position is lying over the edge of the bed, with my legs hanging down, my spankable real estate is presented differently than when I was flat on the bed.

I suppose because punishments are now a series of spankings, Mrs. Lion is even more impersonal about administering them. She gets up from the bed, picks up a paddle, and tells me to present my butt. Without further ado, she begins spanking me. I’m not complaining about that because it adds to the disciplinary flavor of my punishments.

In keeping with her policy of separating sexual activity from discipline, once I’ve been spanked, if she plans to tease me, she’ll begin as though I hadn’t been punished. I think this is a really good idea. If she somehow tied sex to punishment; for example, withholding it on nights I get spanked, it wouldn’t take long for me to associate punishment and sex even in this negative sense. The thing is that withholding sex is something I like. I wouldn’t have asked her to lock me in a chastity device if I didn’t like orgasm denial. Any association between sex and punishment would turn the punishment into a form of play. That’s something neither of us want.

Mrs. Lion’s serial spankings have also helped her to make each one a bit more painful than the ones she gave me prior to this new regime. I asked her about this and she told me that she didn’t think she had changed. I think she has. For one thing, at my request, she isn’t pausing so long between sets of swats. Originally, she did the pausing because I was having a hard time holding still during a long series of rapid hits. Now, I think I’m better trained. In fact, because her pattern is 10 to 20 rapid swats on a single spot, followed by the same number on a different spot, I don’t think she needs to pause at all. Our original goal was for her to be able to administer a spanking in a continuous flow of swats.

At the end of each spanking, she administers a series of much harder swats at a rate of about one every two or three seconds; first to one spot, then to another. That is very painful and effective. If she wonders where I am during this phase, I’m right there hoping she’ll stop soon. Knowing her, this is probably a signal for her to increase this sort of spank. I suppose that’s the right thing to do. After all, the objective is to make it as painful as possible.

Given my recent experience, the sets of rapid swats to different spots does a good job warming me up and sensitizing the most pain sensitive areas on my bottom. The slower, harder swats give me just enough time to absorb how unhappy I am with that burst of pain before the next one arrives making me unhappy about another spot. The longer this goes on, the deeper the impression it makes on me. If it gets to the point that I look like I am ready to try to bolt, instead of just stopping I suppose Mrs. Lion could go back to her continuous rapid swats to different sensitive swats until I settle down. Then she could resume the slower, harder spanks.

The reason I’m writing about this is because accepting punishment is something I’ve been learning. It’s clear to me that I am now able to stay still for more of a true disciplinary spanking. Friday night’s spanking was more memorable than previous ones. My bottom was burning for almost an hour after Mrs. Lion finished.

I’m writing this on Saturday. For the record, I reminded Mrs. Lion that today is punishment day. That’s good because Friday night was the last spanking punishing me for forgetting to remind her three out of the last four weeks. I would hate to think how many days of spanking I would earn if I forgot again. I’m being spanked tonight and tomorrow night (Saturday and Sunday nights) for interrupting and annoying her last week. This is significant because I’ve rarely been punished for doing something that really bothered her. The arrival of lioness 3.0 is signaled by punishing me for things that mean something to her. I’m not looking forward to my next meetings with her paddles.