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We are in our new house. The movers finished last Thursday. We are living in a sea of boxes. Mrs. Lion has been working to get us unpacked enough to function on a semi-normal level. My office is a cacoon of boxes with my desk and computer in the middle. Our technology is almost fully installed. Our VOIP phones are working, and both Internet services are up and running.

Between looking for a new house and moving, our more personal activities have fallen behind. I mentioned that I hadn’t been spanked in a long time (42 days), and she replied we hadn’t done other things, either. She’s right. It’s been 21 days since my last orgasm. I suppose the math suggests that I need a spanking twice as much as I do an orgasm. My imagination has been going on both subjects. Of course, Mrs. Lion has to be up for doing something. She’s been sore from packing and unpacking. There’s also the matter of finding where the paddles and Edex are packed. Mrs. Lion mentioned that the paddles are in cartons marked “Personal,” but she hasn’t seen any sign of them yet. Edex is also buried somewhere.

If she wants to spank me, Mrs. Lion can improvise with my hairbrush, I suppose. The spanking bench is conveniently located at the foot of our bed. There is plenty of room to use it right where it is. How convenient for her!

The priority has to be getting our new house set up. Still, it’s getting more difficult to avoid getting grumpy over the lack of below-the-waist attention. Yes, I know it isn’t a priority, and I accept this reality. I’m doing my best to accept it gracefully.

I’m not sure I ever got a hairbrush paddling. I have a paddle-shaped hairbrush that I’ve been using for years as a hairbrush. I’m pretty sure it can deliver a good spanking, but will require more effort than Mrs. Lion’s too-efficient paddles. I’m confident that one way or another the spanking bench will be used in the near future.

 

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I am in our new house today and  Mrs. Lion is in the old one packing boxes. I’m supervising the installation of the new stove and some needed electrical work. I miss her company. We are together almost all of the time. It feels odd being fifty miles away from my lioness.

Have you noticed that the vast majority of blogging about sex, male chastity, and spanking is written by the bottom partner? Mrs. Lion is one of the few tops who write about their experiences. Most toys are bought by bottoms too.

When you think about it, there is some solid logic behind both. Bottoms, like me, crave the special sort of contact that our kinks require. It’s been 33 days since my last spanking. I know; I hate it when I get spanked. But truth be told, I miss it when I’m not. Even weirder, I miss spanking more than sex. Go figure!

Those of us who are wired to need spanking seem to get grumpy and depressed when unswatted. One of the most in-demand sex work activities is bare-bottom spanking. Paddles, straps, and canes are far and away the most popular toys. in fact, not only BDSM or domestic discipline types buy paddles. One maker told me that most of his business was at swinger events/ Spanking is almost vanilla sex.

Over the years, I’ve read lots of rationalizations for this nearly universal kink. I suspect there isn’t any good explanation of why so many of us need our butts burned. I think it is probably physiological. There are lots of nerve endings in the tush. That’s why spankings hurt so much. Those nerve endings also deliver pleasure too. There is a very small gap between pleasure and pain.

Yeah, I need to be swatted. All of the paddles are packed away for the move. The earliest they can see the light of day is this weekend. Somehow, I’ll survive.

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In: Lion's Journal

Mrs. Lion and a friend are busy packing. I reminded Mrs. Lion to pack the paddles before her friend arrived. Her friend has no idea what we do and would almost certainly be shocked and put off. I had a male chastity device on my desk. I planned on reviewing it before we move, but time got away from me. I put it into a drawer for safekeeping and distance from prying eyes. Today, the handyman comes to deinstall our water filter and smart thermostat. He is also taking down the last of my ham antennas.  We’ll meet him at the new house tomorrow and he will reinstall the stuff.

When we were at the house on Saturday, we set up our WiFi using our new router and access point. We have a 5g T-Mobile Internet connection there. It was originally meant to back up our Xfinity cable Internet. We were delighted to learn that at the new location, the T-Mobile 5g connection is 245 Mbs. That’s faster than the Xfinity. We will bring our cable modem with us when we move and add the cable Internet to our home network. Mrs. Lion works from home and doesn’t get paid if she can’t access the Internet. Her company contributes to our bill.

All packing here has to be done today. We will be at the new house tomorrow with the handyman. I suppose that Mrs. Lion could leave me there and return to the old house and pack some more. That would be a huge waste of time. The new house is over an hour away. There is a ton of work for the handyman at the new house. I’m sure he’ll be there all day.

I would be very surprised if Mrs. Lion’s friend didn’t stumble over a sex/BDSM toy as she helped us pack. We may have some interesting conversations today. I’m not all that concerned. I think that Mrs. Lion did a good job getting spanking stuff out of the way. If we need to explain a toy, I’m happy to do it. Why not? In my experience, people only ask about things that interest them. They ignore and overlook other stuff.

Mrs. Lion has taken time off to deal with the move. Today is the last day to finish packing. Wish us luck.

google is the largest spammer

Most of the spam we receive comes from gmail accounts. Spammers set up thousands of “burner” accounts that they can use to blast spam and then move on to another burner account. Google does nothing to prevent this outrageous abuse.

Yes, I get it, Google wants to make it easy to own a “safe” anonymous email account. In doing so, they have created a haven for phishers and other spam. My spam filters fail because the thousands of gmail accounts come and go before any of the email protection services can blacklist them. I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t simply block all gmail accounts. I know that some of our readers use gmail, but the proliferation of gmail spam is getting out of hand.

Most email hosts offer a way to blacklist domains. Maybe I’ll add gmail.com to mine.

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We are in the middle of our move. Things aren’t looking too good. The movers are coming Wednesday, and we have a lot of packing to do before then. The logistics aren’t easy. On Saturday, we rented a UHaul truck and hired workers to load and unload. They took our outdoor furniture, barbecues, gardening equipment, and other bulky items. By doing this we saved the expensive movers an extra van. As it stands, they say they need two vans and two days. The load on Wednesday and unload at our new house on Thursday.

Tomorrow, our handyman is coming to uninstall our water filters, thermostat, ham antenna, and other stuff. He returns to the new house on Tuesday to reinstall that stuff. Logistics, logistics, logistics. That’s been my job. On Saturday, after the UHaul was unloaded, Mrs. Lion and I set up the new WiFi in the house. It works! That means our household automation will be plug-and-play when we move in.

The big, scary part is packing. I don’t think we will be ready on Wednesday. We have to be. Maybe we will make it. We’re spending Wednesday night in a hotel. All of our stuff will be in the moving vans, We have a large credit from a travel agency. I’m using part of it to pay for a suite in a Tacoma hotel. It will be a nice treat after a day of loading a truck. We plan to unload and set up as much as we can on Thursday. On Friday, Mrs. Lion can return to our old house and clean up.

We are both unhappy that we only got to stay here for four years. We expected to be in this house twice that. Neither of us is very good at change. We like things to stay constant. Moving is pure stress. Mrs. Lion is working hard to stay calm, but the effort is taking a toll on her. I wish I could do more to help. Meanwhile, we stay happy and very much in love. I’m very grateful that I found such a wonderful mate.