If you’ve been reading our blog for a while,  you know that I have a love-hate relationship with spanking. I asked Mrs. Lion to spank me almost twenty years ago. It took quite a while for Mrs. Lion to bring herself to the point of being able to hurt me. Since she reached that point, she’s worked to perfect her ability to make each punishment spanking memorable.

Since she’s perfected her craft, I’ve learned to hate it when she brings in the spanking bench. Her current approach to spanking me is very impersonal and business-like. Once she straps me to the bench, she goes to work. Lately, she begins with her largest paddle. It covers my entire bottom and is made from thick, zebrawood. If I were to offer my opinion, I’d suggest that she save that particular tool for later when I’m warmed up, and she can apply it forcefully. I have no idea what she uses after that. All I know is that it hurts a lot.

Every butt is different. Some go from pink to dark scarlet. Mine doesn’t. I get red, but not bright red. Instead, I develop little blisters and sore spots. I think they look worse than the red and black-and-blue of other rear ends. The areas with the little blisters feel leathery to the touch and very uncomfortably sensitive for me. I don’t bruise easily. Most of the time, when Mrs. Lion thinks she bruises me, none appear. Most paddles we have don’t seem capable of bruising easily.

One of the reasons she likes the “just because” spankings is that she gets to practice with different combinations of paddles. I dislike them because they are just as unpleasant as punishment. As it has turned out so far, each of the so-called “just because” spankings has been a real punishment. I’ve managed to annoy Mrs. Lion before each one. Ironically, she seems to have a problem telling me that the reason for the spanking is punishment for upsetting her. She tends to go to work on my butt silently.

Nevertheless, this is progress. She is spanking me and probably realizes that there is a reason she is doing it. Learning to observe and punish things I do to upset her is very difficult. I think she is becoming more aware when I do those things. She doesn’t seem willing to punish me when I do. I think it’s more difficult to learn to punish me for subjective offenses. In a way, it’s more important that she does. At least, that’s what I think.

Caught in the act! This scumbag stole our packages on Monday. Recognize him? Please let us know. Click image to view full size. Feel free to spread the word.

Yesterday afternoon, a porch pirate stole packages from our front door. We have a Ring video doorbell, and it captured the theft. This is nice, but law enforcement doesn’t take crimes like this seriously. I filed a police report with the county sheriff. That’s as far as this will go. It doesn’t matter that I have clear images and videos of the crime. The sheriff doesn’t care.

OK, you could argue that stealing from a pair of lions isn’t important enough to get police attention. The chances are that this scumbag also robbed a dozen more houses yesterday. It doesn’t matter. We live in a white, middle-class neighborhood. Our property doesn’t matter. Sadly, my sex and ethnicity are wrong for garnering police attention.

We live in Washington state. Gun ownership is legal here. Mrs. Lion and I are seriously considering buying a firearm. It’s clear we live in the wild west and have to protect our property. I’m researching whether it is legal to shoot a porch pirate. I hope it is. Obviously, killing someone for stealing a package is a bit extreme. However, if the thieves learn that robbing lions can cost them their lives, they may not want to take the risk.

We aren’t violent and have always believed that guns are too easy to obtain. I still feel that way. I also know that I qualify as a responsible citizen who can get a weapon in any state. It makes me sad to think that I have no recourse other than to take the law into my own hands. The situation is that serious. Porch pirates have hit over 50% of Washington residents. The police do nothing more than amass statistics.

Criminals look for weakness in law enforcement and then exploit it. The cops aren’t making any attempt to curtail the situation. I guess we are on our own. What do you think, a shotgun or a revolver?

We may have crossed a line. Mrs. Lion spanked me on Sunday night. She didn’t say why she was doing it. I assume it was for annoying her, but I’m not sure. I didn’t want to be spanked. I know, who would? I was seriously unhappy about it. Mrs. Lion stopped after five minutes. She declared that I would be feeling it when I sat down. For the record, she’s right. It was a seriously unpleasant experience.

After she finished, I said that I didn’t know if I wanted to be spanked anymore. She replied that if she didn’t spank me, what would she do if I broke a rule. I didn’t answer. I wondered if she was serious. It was the last thing I expected her to say. If she was, then we both crossed a line. I learned that I genuinely don’t want to be spanked. I’m not saying that I won’t find thinking about being spanked a turn-on. I hate being spanked.

If Mrs. Lion meant what she said, she has decided that punishing me is a real part of our marriage, not just an activity I asked her to do for me. I always assumed that if I got tired of domestic discipline, she would stop. Based on Sunday night, she won’t.

At the time we began domestic discipline, I agreed that my consent wasn’t revokable. The reason for this is that if I was serious about needing discipline, I had to recognize that a  time would come when Mrs. Lion would perfect punishment, and I would almost certainly want out.

This isn’t like male chastity, which is a sex game that is male-initiated. Ending the game isn’t a life-changing decision. Ending domestic discipline is. I get it. I surrendered control. Mrs. Lion is in charge and can punish me as she sees fit. The fact that she punishes me in a way that makes me seriously unhappy isn’t a reason for her to stop. It’s a reason for me to understand that DD isn’t a game. If I displease her or fail to obey her, I’m going to be unhappy. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to work?

I realize that most of the people who write about DD aren’t completely serious about it. The sexual component drives it. That’s how it has been for us. The “just because” spankings are intended to recharge my sexual batteries as well as to remind me what happens if I misbehave. I’m not saying that Mrs. Lion should stop administering them. I hope they will be much less frequent.

If Mrs. Lion is serious, the chances are good that I will be punished frequently until I learn not to interrupt her. I have to be much more careful about her feelings when we talk. I support this. If she is working to catch me, she will also become more aware of what bothers her. Expressing her feelings is very healthy. Whether I like it or not, punishing me for upsetting her is good for both of us.

I guess we’ve finally gotten to the point where domestic discipline is truly effective. It’s taken a long time, but we are there. I have to admit that I’m not very happy about it.

We’ve self-organized in terms of blogging. Mrs. Lion reports the news, and I write other stuff. The question for me is always: What is other stuff? Over the years, I’ve managed to find things to say. The one topic I figured would draw the least attention is hair removal. Yet, it seems to be consistently interesting to many readers. It makes sense. Playing with pubic hair is titillating in the same way as locking the penis in a male chastity device.

Me in my normal, no-hair state.

The similarity is clear. Removing pubic hair isn’t usually permanent, yet once done, it is not reversible for the time it takes for the hair to grow back. This is the same as being locked in a male chastity device. You can get out, just not right away. Both hair removal and wearing a male chastity device are instantly visible to anyone who has access to the penis. More importantly, both send interesting messages.

Years ago, a man with no pubic hair was either prepped for surgery or assumed to be gay. Straight men had hair on their balls. That was never really true. A lot of straight men had no pubic hair. I haven’t had any in 30 years. The times have caught up with me. Now, many men have hairless pubes. The same is true of women. It was never more than potentially embarrassing for a woman to be hairless down there. It’s a personal choice rather than a sexual signal.

I think the topic is so interesting to our readers because pubic hair removal is an act of vulnerability. It feels naughty and a little submissive to be hairless. At least that’s how it feels to me. It’s fun. At this point, I don’t remember what I looked like with pubic hair. Most of mine is permanently gone, thanks to professional laser treatment. Some stubbornly remain. Mrs. Lion waxes that off.

Obviously, there is more to pubic hair removal than just taking the fur off. It seems that a lot of people react strongly to this topic. How does it affect you?