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In her post yesterday, Mrs. Lion promised a play spanking. I’m writing this on the same day as her post even though you will see it the next day. She mentioned that spankings, play, and disciplinary have been getting shorter. I’ve noticed that too. I’m not sure why. She said:

“He’s said for a while that punishment swats should last for five minutes or more. I don’t normally do that. Play spankings should certainly last a lot longer than that. I’m not used to long play sessions anymore. I guess I have to build up more stamina.”

When it comes to punishment, I’m happy when Mrs. Lion doesn’t go on too long. Her disciplinary swats are nothing to sneeze at. Let’s face it, paddles are the most unpleasant butt-swatting implements. They may not do the most damage; canes and single-tails do that. Paddles sting. Even heavy ones sting at the same time they provide deeper pain. Mrs. Lion exclusively uses paddles for spanking me.

My bottom is fairly difficult to mark or make hurt after the spanking is done. I’ve learned a few things about what works and doesn’t in that department. When Mrs. Lion concentrates her attention to the area just above the crease at the bottom of my butt, where it starts to bulge out, I’m more likely to feel the fruit of her labors the next day or two. If she persists for at least 300 swats, hard ones, she will mark me. We learned that when she was doing spanking experiments.

Swats to the sides of my bottom hurt the most during a spanking. They almost never hurt later. Hard swats inside my crack are also particularly unpleasant to receive and can hurt for quite a while later. Where Mrs. Lion marks me almost never corresponds to where it hurts after she’s done. I don’t understand that. The marks tend to appear in the same spots.

As you might have guessed, I’ve learned a lot over the years. Spanking is a bit like playing an instrument. The more you practice the better you get. I think the biggest loss from short spankings is that Mrs. Lion doesn’t “play” the entire instrument. It takes time to concentrate on each area. Maybe it’s time to strike up the lion.

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Why am I in the office on a Thursday? Our system is still down so the powers that be decided it would be better for me to be in the office to help with the increased workload. The real answer is that there’s no reason. The only thing I can’t do from home is make phone calls. I don’t want the clients to have my home or cell number. I’m just hoping this problem gets fixed before next week.

We haven’t been doing much for the past few days. We’ve both been chilly and want to stay under the covers. Last night I massaged and tugged on my weenie for a bit but he didn’t get hard. I asked if Lion wanted to come out and play. He said he was too cold. A little while later he said he thought he might be able to be aroused and wasn’t sure why it wasn’t happening. Tonight I’m going to crank the heat up or bring in a space heater so we’re warm enough to play.

If Lion had come out from under the covers, I was planning on giving him a play spanking. We haven’t done that in a long time. A play spanking can get just as intense as a punishment spanking. The difference is how it starts. Punishment is all business. It starts out hard and fast. Play spankings have more fondling and love taps in the beginning. They build up to punishment-level swats but his buns have time to get used to the idea.

Once we started punishment swats, I backed off of play spankings. I guess I figured it would send the wrong message. However, since they start out differently and he knows when he’s getting punished versus played with, I think we’re okay to do play spankings. I guess the wildcard is me. I have to remember to build things up. The few times we’ve done play spankings, I’ve ramped up very quickly. I have to remember to take it slow. He needs time to adjust to harder swats. I also have to work on the length of time I spank him.

He’s said for a while that punishment swats should last for five minutes or more. I don’t normally do that. Play spankings should certainly last a lot longer than that. I’m not used to long play sessions anymore. I guess I have to build up more stamina. The good news is that Lion won’t mind being my crash test dummy while I work on these things.

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In: CBT

It seems that every male sex blogger posts pictures of his penis at one time or another. I’m no exception. Over the last seven years, my readers have been treated to hundreds of views of my genitals. It’s posed locked in various chastity devices. You’ve seen it hard and soft, in bondage, and as a small part of a larger shot. My balls peek out during rear views. Speaking of which, my rear end is even more exposed than the front.

In many cases, there is a legitimate reason for these intimate views. I believe that pictures of empty male chastity devices are of little help when a guy wants to decide if a particular model is right for him. The clothing industry learned that centuries ago. Put a garment on a model and customers can easily visualize themselves wearing it. Show it flat on a table and it’s much more difficult to sell. I think the same is true of sexual accessories. The bigger toy dealers now show all their wares on live models. Nice!

I get a little thrill of humiliation and vulnerability when I show you my private areas. I like to imagine that you enjoy the revelation. When I see other male bloggers’ dick pics attached to their posts, I don’t react one way or another. I can appreciate the quality of the composition and lighting, but beyond that, I’m neutral. Now, if the picture includes a female interacting with said penis, then depending on what is happening, I can become most involved, even aroused. I do appreciate chastity devices and other toys shown in use. It’s much clearer to me how they work when I see them in action.

The feedback I never seem to get is how my dick pics affect female readers. I think Mrs. Lion likes them. She hasn’t expressed a strong opinion either way. I can’t recall a female reader offering feedback. I suppose that means the images aren’t particularly offensive. I’m pretty sure I would hear about any that are. I like to think my female readers enjoy the view.

I know that the general thinking is that we males react to visuals much more than females. Is that really true? I do think that most women need some sort of connection with the male whose penis she is viewing in order to make it enjoyable. I also realize that human sexual organs are similar enough to one another to make random display uninteresting.

If you are a fan of statistics, my estimate is that our blog has been viewed by over five million visitors over the last seven years. Conservatively, half of our posts and pages carry an image of my penis or ass. So, at least 2.5 million people have seen my genitals and/or butt. That’s an astounding number. You could fill Seattle’s Century Link football field 39 times with the number of people who have seen my cock. That’s more people than the population of Houston, Texas. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I didn’t consider that all of Houston would see when adding images to my posts. For that matter, I never thought about how far my words would reach. It’s humbling and more than a little embarrassing.

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Probably the biggest misconception in the world of kinky sex is who is in charge. The general public assumes the so-called dominant partner calls the shots. After all, he or she — she in our case — makes the rules and holds the paddle. After all, it’s my bottom that gets spanked. Similarly, folks wonder how the poor man ended up with his penis locked in a cage. What horrible woman did this to him? Even some people who practice these things believe this. Well, not exactly; they convince themselves that the dominant partner is in charge.

Think about it for a minute, can that possibly be true? These oppressed creatures hold responsible jobs, travel freely in public, have bank accounts, and even vote, though some of them probably shouldn’t. That’s a different post. Obviously, unless their children are being held hostage, they aren’t compelled to live in degrading servitude. They want it.

Who do you think buys most of the paddles, whips, belts, restraints, and gags? Right, the people who they are used on. Men buy almost all male chastity devices, not the women who hold the keys. This all makes perfect sense. BDSM, male chastity and domestic discipline are all consensual activities. That means the lioness who bruises my poor, tender bottom does it with my permission. If I revoke that permission, it won’t hurt to sit down anymore.

Am I saying that Mrs. Lion has to ask me before she beats me? No, I’m not. Those of us who engage in these power exchanges aren’t that hypocritical. I am disciplined when I break a rule. I don’t want to be spanked when I do something wrong. Sometimes I want to be spanked when we are playing. After I break a rule, I promise you I don’t want to experience the retribution I have coming.

Didn’t you say it is consensual? If you don’t want a spanking, then Mrs. Lion doesn’t have your permission, right?

Ah-ha! It looks like you found a fallacy. If she needs my permission and I don’t want to be spanked, doesn’t that mean I didn’t agree? Nope. I don’t get to consent to each punishment. That’s not our agreement. I consented to let Mrs. Lion punish me when she thinks it is appropriate. I don’t even have to break a rule. She can also create any rule she wants me to follow and I have to obey or suffer the consequences.

What’s to prevent you from revoking your consent if you don’t like how you are being treated?

If I revoke my consent, the game stops. Mrs. Lion won’t be in charge. That’s no good. I asked her to take charge and punish me as needed. I may hate how much a spanking hurts. I may feel some of my rules are unfair. That’s too bad. If I want her to be in charge, I have to take the good with the bad. I can’t fine-tune my consent. This is true of most power exchanges. That’s where the true power of the dominant partner lies. It is all or nothing. Yes, I can withdraw my consent. If I do, the game is over.