I hope you aren’t getting sick of our conversations about spanking. It’s been on my mind for some time. Mrs. Lion and I have crossed another boundary. Until early this week, the spankings I received, while painful, had no lasting effect. I’m not being critical of Mrs. Lion. She’s been evolving as a disciplinarian. For some reason, beginning with the series of four spankings I earned by forgetting punishment day, she’s dialed up the intensity and length of my punishments.
Apparently, the intensity was powerful enough to leave me with lasting discomfort. I think that’s important. Enduring a spanking definitely sends a message to me. Finding it uncomfortable to sit for a couple of days sends a much stronger message. It’s impossible for me to forget that I displeased her. When you combine a memorable spanking with three more, repeated once each succeeding day, the degree of discomfort grows.
That’s not surprising. What surprised me was how much I wanted to avoid each succeeding spanking. It’s hard to get in position to receive another spanking when it already hurts a lot just to sit down. Mrs. Lion was unsympathetic. All she said was that I only have x more to go and if I am good, eventually my bottom will stop hurting. How nice of her.
Thursday night we went out to dinner. It was the all-you-can-eat ribs night. I love baby back ribs! So, I ordered them. I should say that this restaurant has wooden chairs with no cushions. It was very uncomfortable to sit at the table. You would think that this discomfort would remind me that I shouldn’t order food that might drip on my shirt. Barbecue sauce has a way of going everywhere when I eat ribs.
Predictably, some sauce dripped on my shirt. I looked sadly at Mrs. Lion and I sighed. She looked at me sympathetically and said that I would only get one spanking for this offense. Thursday night I got the last of the four spankings ironed for forgetting punishment day. Mrs. Lion said it was too bad I had to get another spanking for spilling.
Mrs. Lion spanked me as hard as she did on the first night, each night I received a spanking. Every time she hit a sore spot, I yowled loudly. She said nothing and continued as though I was silent. That fourth spanking was incredibly painful. She waited until I became a bit numb and then administered a few very hard swats. Maybe she was feeling sorry for me. It’s those hard swats, I think, that give her spankings their lasting effect.
While I’m really unhappy that it’s so painful to sit down, I am happy that Mrs. Lion has passed the point where I could consider a spanking something I wanted because I like being spanked, and has moved into the area of true discipline. She’s now spanking the way the infamous Disciplinary Wives Club advocated. This website offered women advice on administering real discipline to their husbands.
I confess that I have read that site and found it arousing. It turned me on because it showed women how to effectively control their husbands. I like that concept a lot. Thinking about it is very sexy. I imagined myself being disciplined by a member of that club. In fact, most of what was written there is essentially BDSM porn. However, the suggestions about spanking are accurate.
Now I am truly a disciplined husband. Mrs. Lion spanked me effectively. No, she isn’t being abusive. She is doing exactly what I need. In fact, I’m very sure that she will be adding more very hard swats to my spankings.
Our rather trivial rules are still in effect. Now that the punishment is so effective, perhaps Mrs. Lion will sentence me to less repeated spankings for trivial offenses. One of her current spankings is easily equal to three of the kind she gave prior to this week. That’s just my opinion; hers will probably be different.
Now that the discipline issue is settled, it’s time to talk about the reasons to give those fearful spankings. I’m referring to offenses that cause Mrs. Lion to be angry or hurt. We already have one rule that applies directly to her personal pleasure: She is to receive sex from me, with me initiating at least three times a week. We’ve agreed that those three days are Monday, Thursday, and Saturday. Other days are optional. Mrs. Lion can tell me that she isn’t interested on any of those nights. She’s agreed that she won’t do this unless there is a good reason. Right now, she is experiencing some vaginal pain and has suspended the first of the six nights we set up. The next one is tonight (Saturday). Hopefully, I will initiate successfully. I’m sure the penalty for failing to do this will be considerably more painful than the ones for the trivial offenses.
This isn’t so much about punishment. Though, punishments will be a feature of this at least in the beginning. The idea is that Mrs. Lion will learn to observe and then let me know (with her paddle) that I have done something that upsets her. Her pattern is to internalize these things. Her job is to learn to express her feelings at the time she feels them and to correct me in a way that’s meaningful.
Whether or not you agree with the use of corporal punishment inside our marriage, I hope you understand that we are building something that will give us lasting value. After all, that’s the really important objective.