We are enjoying our new “farm.” Three weeks ago, our first small hydroponic garden came. It holds up to 12 plants. I bought some tomato seeds and planted four. About a week later, our Aerogarden Farm arrived. It has two tanks and lights and room for up to 24 plants. We planted more tomatoes, some lettuce, and herbs (the seeded pods came with the unit). Everything is coming up! We were so excited that we ordered another Aerogarden Farm. I bought strawberry roots and put them in the small unit (the one we got first). To our surprise, we have flowers on two of the five strawberry plants. The lettuce and tomato plants on the big farm are also growing nicely.

We plan to use one of the Aerogardens for tomatoes and the new one for lettuce and herbs. This might change if we find other food we can grow. We’re both excited about being able to grow some of our food. For one thing, the garden will remind us to make salads. I love them, but making them is easy to forget. For another, fresh, organic food we grow will taste better. See? We do more than male chastity and spanking.

male chastity update

On the sex front, Mrs. Lion has been giving me nice oral attention. It’s big fun for me. I’ve also managed to go 24 hours without earning a spanking. Good thing; my bottom feels like leather in spots. Do you think that my hide will get tougher if she keeps spanking me? I don’t want to find out.

It’s funny that it feels a little odd writing about male chastity. We’re in our ninth year of doing it. At this point, it wouldn’t occur to me to have any sort of sex without Mrs. Lion’s permission. Since I am not allowed to masturbate unless she orders me to do it, her hands and mouth are my only outlets (inlets?). I never expect an orgasm.

That’s why writing about it seems odd. Isn’t it the same for every man? It isn’t a struggle for me. I get horny like any guy. I don’t expect relief. I wait for Mrs. Lion to get me off. Even though I write about jerking off, I doubt I could make myself come that way. She’s my only source of release. I’m lucky that she enjoys getting me off. After all these years, I’m still turned on when I think about losing control of my sexual pleasure.

I don’t think it’s a big deal. The truth is that the process of being trained never to masturbate was fun. It was hot to be locked in a male chastity device and only get unlocked for teasing or orgasms. It was fun to feel the frustration of being caged. I suppose it would be fun now if Mrs. Lion decided to lock me up for a while. Other than being fun and spending over three years locked up, I was trained not to masturbate. Not only was I trained to keep my paws off, I was trained not to want to do it. No matter how horny I get, I never even think about jerking off. Never.

Lion made it a whole day without incurring a new punishment. I’m proud of him. I don’t say that facetiously. I really, really didn’t want to spank him again so close to the other two spankings. I wasn’t looking out for his buns. I didn’t want to have to do it again. I’m hoping he can make it the whole weekend without breaking a rule. It’s a long weekend. Can he do it?

I got a fairly clean bill of health from my doctor yesterday. I need to schedule a mammogram and a colonoscopy though. Yay me. The mammogram is uncomfortable, but not horrible. The colonoscopy is a whole different level of uncomfortable. I’ve heard the goo you have to drink isn’t as bad as it used to be. However, that’s small consolation given the rest of the procedure. Ah, the joys of getting older.

Since it’s a long weekend, we should have time for Lion fun. We tried last night, and all was going well, until it wasn’t. I blame it mostly on the hour. He’s been horny during the day. Let’s test that theory and have an afternoon tryst on at least one of these days. I was debating whether or not to give him an orgasm last night. It was only four days since his last orgasm, but I want to keep him horny, and he thinks he loses his mojo the longer he waits. Of course, if I edge him, I may be able to extend that mojo longer. It’s worth a try. The worst that can happen is I get to suck on my weenie and make it feel good with no result. Then I’ll get to do it all over again the next day. I don’t have a problem with that. More weenie time for me.

I really did it this time. I left the shower door open again only two days after a level six spanking (see “Spank-O-Meter” for details). I was shocked when Mrs. Lion told me what I did. I asked her if I was “in trouble.” That’s my code for getting spanked. I hoped that she would take pity on me. Nope. She said that I was in trouble. A little while after dinner, she got the spanking bench and invited me to ride it. It was extra painful, with lots of attention to the tender skin inside my crack. She changed paddles several times during the ten-minute beating.

At about 3 AM, I woke up. My bottom was hurting. I don’t think that awakened me, but I was painfully reminded of my carelessness. It isn’t very comfortable to sit now as I write my post. I better be very careful. With Mrs. Lion paying close attention, my bottom needs a rest. I think I’m ready for attention to my other side. I’ve been pretty horny this morning. I’m not saying it’s because I was spanked, but it might be related.

That connection between sex and spanking creates an interesting question: Am I a masochist? I don’t think so because masochists are sexually aroused by pain. I’m not aroused by being spanked. If I start with an erection, it’s gone within seconds of the start of my spanking. Yet, it’s obvious that my interest in sex goes way up the day after. There’s a connection that I don’t understand.

Based on what I’ve read, other men share this exact behavior. The idea of a spanking turns them on. Like me, they willingly get into position for it. When the spanking is delivered, they hate it and are no longer sexually aroused. As far as I can tell, this is exclusively male behavior. Women who want to be spanked usually get direct sexual stimulation from it. Part of the reason for this is that female anatomy allows the vibration from the beating to stimulate the clitoris. We males aren’t as fortunate. Not all women are turned on by spanking, but those who are, have extra fun.

I wish I could understand why something I try to avoid is also exciting to contemplate. This has always been true of me. My parents only tried to spank me once when I was a boy. I think I was nine years old. I was in my pajamas, ready for bed. I must have been acting bratty, and my mother threatened to spank me if I didn’t stop. I didn’t. She pulled down my pajama bottoms and put me over her knee. She only gave me one soft swat and stood me up. Until very recently, I couldn’t understand why she did that. I suspect I had an erection, and that embarrassed her.

The thought of being spanked has always turned me on. Even when I was a top (“dom” to you online folks), I got turned on thinking of being spanked. I had a few fellow tops who liked to switch as well. We would occasionally spank each other. Some of those spankings were almost as serious as Mrs. Lion’s. She has to be so severe to make sure that I understand my punishment isn’t supposed to be fun or arousing.

Spanking is different than the CBT that Mrs. Lion does as part of foreplay. Yes, it turns me on if it isn’t too painful, but it isn’t quite the same. It’s true that I try to convince Mrs. Lion to put away the IcyHot. I really hate it. When she uses it anyway, she can keep me hard and excited even though my balls are on fire. My pain threshold goes way up if I’m hard and aroused. This is a general truth for both men and women. Sexual arousal is a sort of anesthetic.

That makes sense. Nature wants us to complete intercourse even if it might be painful. I’m not claiming that sexual violence is covered by deadening of pain. It isn’t. Normal, loving arousal does raise pain tolerance. If you don’t believe me, try this experiment. Have a partner slap your balls harder and harder until you want them to stop. Do this unaroused and then hard. You will see that you can take much more if you’re turned on. The same experiment can be performed on women. Use nipple pinching instead of ball slapping.

A lot of BDSM is based on this principle. Arousal and pain often work together to produce a bigger, more satisfying sexual experience. My connection between arousal and spanking is strong enough to make me accept punishment spankings. Stupid lion!

Seriously, if Lion is going to keep getting into trouble, I’ll need a spanking machine. After he read my post for yesterday, he asked if he’d be spanked for interrupting. I didn’t really feel like spanking him so I told him he wouldn’t. Little did I know he’d force me to spank him anyway.

Lion was in the shower when I got done with work. He asked where I was while I was cleaning up in the kitchen. He always thinks he’s lost me if I’m not right next to him. One of the things I was left with when I was done cleaning belonged in the bathroom. And there it was. The damn shower door was open. I mean, how hard can it be? He just got spanked for doing the very same thing a few days before. He can’t blame it on the length of time since his last punishment. And he’d just written about not wanting to be spanked twice in one week. If I start punishing him for interrupting, he might get spanked twice a day. I’m not sure his buns or my arms could handle that.

Clearly, what needs to happen is more attention being paid to the rules. He said he was distracted when he came out of the shower. And? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been distracted when I get out of the shower. I’ve gotten into the habit of just hanging onto the handle and closing it as I walk through. One smooth movement. Done. Lion could do that, too. He will if he wants to save his butt.

Next time I take a picture of my handiwork, I’ll have to wipe off any blood so we get a true sense of just how red his buns are. I don’t think I opened more than three spots last night. Most of the mess was transfer. Thankfully, he doesn’t tend to bleed for very long after I stop whomping him. That may change if I have to spank him multiple times a week from now on.