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I didn’t spank Lion last night. We got home from his appointment around 6 and then I had to make dinner while he showered. That brings us to today. We’ve been waiting for a Century Link tech to set up a DSL line for us. When the internet went out a week or so ago, Lion decided we needed yet another level of Armageddon protection. We’re now an hour past our appointment time, but we’ve been assured he’s working on it at the central office.

Lion wants to go get the manual for his new ham radio bound at a FedEx store. We were hoping this DSL thing didn’t take all day. It looks like it might. In the meantime, rather than getting in the middle of unpacking and being interrupted, I’ve been trying to figure out if I want to order something from IKEA and have it shipped. The alternative is driving an hour or so to the store to pick it up. Yeah, shipping sounds much better.

Lion also told me he’s in the mood for love. The Lion weather is hot and steamy. So he needs both a spanking and a wanking. And a haircut. And a waxing. It takes a lot of work to maintain a Lion. And there’s no user manual either. You think it’s bad with kids? Lion is set in his ways, and he wants what he wants when he wants it. And how he wants it. Any deviation and I’ve upset the whole apple cart. Of course, he knows better than to demand sex, and I doubt he’d ever demand a spanking. He wants it, but not really, but he does, but want is too strong a word.

We’ll see how long it takes for the phone guy to finish and then decide if we’re throwing in the towel on going to FedEx. They’re open tomorrow, too, so we might wait till then. No matter what, I guess I can set aside ten minutes to whomp a cute Lion tushy.

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I didn’t get spanked on Thursday night. Mrs. Lion was a bit under the weather. I’m very sure that she won’t forget that she owes me one. Spankings are almost never forgotten. I’m writing this post on Friday morning. I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. It’s unlikely that we will get home before six. I’m not sure if that means I get another reprieve. Over the years, we’ve learned that punishment has to be consistent to be effective. Mrs. Lion is very consistent.

In her post yesterday, “An Hour Long Spanking?,” she said I’ve failed to send her a daily email since moving. She’s right; I have. I thought she suspended my rules until we were settled in. Apparently, in her mind, the only rule suspended was setting up the coffee pot. The daily email rule remained in effect. This was a surprise to me. It doesn’t matter since I was in trouble for not remembering my pill packets earlier this week. I’m owed punishment any way you look at it.

Mrs. Lion’s system of only punishing for breaking very specific rules has one drawback: it removes a sense of danger for me and makes her need to create those rules. I’m not suggesting that she stop setting rules for me to obey. I am suggesting that she consider some silent, relationship rules to spice things up.

I do little things that can annoy her. As she has said, they don’t rise to the level of needing correction in order for her to feel better. I get it. Every couple has those little events that are annoying for a few minutes and then fade into the background. I think that those little things are opportunities to expand our disciplinary activities. No, it isn’t because our marriage will improve if I’m spanked for little annoyances. I will benefit becuase I will get more spankings for a reason.

I need regular spanking. It’s sexual and emotional fuel for me. No, I can’t explain why I’m wired that way. It’s a fact of my life. We established “Just Because” spankings to fill in when I didn’t earn punishment. It hasn’t been very effective because Mrs. Lion doesn’t remember to give them. On the other hand, if I break a rule, she has the memory of an elephant. The obvious solution is to lower the threshold on what earns me punishment. It isn’t because I need to change as much as it provides many more opportunities to catch me and punish me. We both like it when that happens. She likes catching me and I need the spanking that follows. It’s a win-win

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I don’t know about you, but I find it difficult to admit that I want to be spanked. I’m not alone. Outside of limited BDSM circles, where spanking enthusiasts meet in person, not too many people are willing to reveal this interest.

I haven’t seen any studies about how many adults actually get spanked versus the number who dream about it. We know that around 80 percent of US and Canadian adults have had spanking dreams. The large majority of those dreams had the dreamer being spanked, not doing the spanking. Wouldn’t that make those of us who actually get spanked the lucky ones? Shouldn’t we be bragging about it?

Well, no.

People who get spanked fall into two general groups: BDSM players and disciplinary spanking recipients. The BDSM folks freely admit (to other BDSM folks) that they want to be spanked. The second group is more interesting.

The recipients of disciplinary spankings exhibit a spectrum of rationalization. Take a look at the non-religious domestic discipline websites. Guys who want their wives to spank them and want to believe there is a reason for the spankings other than a deep desire for them create an interesting situation to frame the practice.

The key is that this group says that they need to be spanked to be better men. They consent to disciplinary spankings so their wives can train them to behave better. Does that mean they need maternal authority to flourish?

Mrs. Lion spanks me and punishes me when I break a rule she has made for me. Does that mean she is exercising maternal authority? She doesn’t think so, and neither do I. She may be playing a disciplinary maternal role because I asked her to, but she isn’t actually assuming that uncomfortable position.

The problem with the concept of a female-led relationship (FLR) is that it usually translates to the woman becoming an authoritarian figure (mommy?) who actively manages and punishes her partner. It’s a hot fantasy but not usually a viable reality.

reality checks help make DD work

While I realize that Mrs. Lion spanks me because I asked her to, it doesn’t change the fact that I get punished when I break a rule. Too many guys focus on the disciplinary process–let’s face it, it’s hot–and overlook that their wives are providing a needed service. It’s way more fun to stay in the role of disciplined husband.

Mrs. Lion and I have a balance when it comes to domestic discipline. While I’ve consented to her having broad authority over me, I lead more than I follow. It works better for us that way. Sure, it’s fun to write about my trips to the spanking bench. It’s more fun when there is a reason for the trip. So, yes, I am a disciplined husband. My wife spanks me to change my behavior. It’s true domestic discipline.

However, I’m a disciplined husband because I want it that way. Mrs. Lion is providing me with an important service by making sure she beats my bottom regularly. If I didn’t ask her to do it, she wouldn’t. It was my idea. I have to admit it; I need to be spanked regularly.

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This is Lion after just ten minutes of spanking.

I guess I’m spanking Lion tonight for sure. He technically already had an offense on the books. Last night he forgot his pills again. I don’t think he reminded me today is punishment day, and I just realized he hasn’t been sending me emails. In his defense, I always forgot about the emails. In fact, the last one he sent was March 1. Does that mean I can whomp him for many, many, many days of missing it?

He will have to be content with a ten, maybe fifteen, -minute spanking tonight. Whatever hurt feelings he may have over the missing punishment pales in comparison to the hurt buns he’d have if I were to give him an hour long spanking. (I didn’t actually calculate how long the spanking would be, but I’m sure neither of us could stand an hour.)

I don’t know if I’ll stick to leather or if I’ll throw in some swats with a wood paddle. It stands to reason that leather would allow me to hit longer than wood and still maintain a non-bloody butt. Maybe I’ll save wood until the very end so I can go for some lasting memories.