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This will be Lion’s underwear. He will be wearing it at least from Friday afternoon through Saturday afternoon. Mrs. Lion may make him wear them longer.
At 8:32pm last night Mrs. Lion asked me if I forgot something. Oh crap! I forgot to remind her it was punishment day. Every Monday and Thursday are punishment days. I have until 8:30 pm to remind her. It looked like another spanking, the third in a row this week. She decided not to spank me again. Instead, I had to wear a diaper from the time I got home from work on Friday until the same time on Saturday. 24 hours in a diaper.

I’m allowed to change it after sitting in the wet diaper at least an hour. At least I won’t be sitting in a wet diaper all the time. For the record, I don’t enjoy sitting in a wet diaper. I’m not very fond with wearing a diaper for more than a few  hours. I really dislike wearing a wet one.

Anyway, we exchange emails all day when we have a free minute. I let Mrs. Lion know I will be in a diaper when I get home. Her answer was interesting:

“Spanking or diaper – your butt pays for your mistakes. ;-)”

There it is. At least part of every punishment is going to involve my butt. Fair enough. Spanking is the premier butt punishment. A diaper is a close second. Anal penetration is the last frontier for this, I suppose.

I know that Mrs. Lion is rethinking her punishment options. I’ve suggested that a punishment could have at least two stages: the butt stage and then something else. I described some of these options in my post the other day. Wearing a diaper is a very good punishment “dessert” too. It extends the punishment well beyond the spanking.

Something else is brand new: Mrs. Lion has tied sex in with her punishment. In her post yesterday, she wrote:

“Oh, and an unintended consequence of the punishment is that I don’t want to play with a stinky weenie so he won’t get any action until he’s out of the diaper and showered on Saturday afternoon/evening. Fair warning, Lion. We’ll snuggle, but no weenie rubs.”

That was her cute way of saying that part of the punishment is no sexual contact until at least 24 hours have passed. Other times I was in a diaper and she wanted to do something sexual, I would excuse myself and wash off. She never had to deal with a stinky weenie. Last night at dinner, I asked her about this new twist. She said that she had been thinking about taking sex away as part of a punishment for a while. She finally decided to give it a try.

In the past, I suggested that other disciplining wives included withholding sexual activity as part of their punishments. Mrs. Lion told me that wasn’t her style; one thing had nothing to do with the other. Apparently, now it does. I have to admit that it stings. I was very horny last night and even though I had no expectation of an orgasm, some edging would have been very nice. I have to be less forgetful and avoid punishment if I want any sexual stimulation.

We went out to dinner last night. Fortunately, I was in a dry diaper. Mrs. Lion told me that it didn’t show under my jeans. I managed to wait until we got home to pee. I’m not sure if anyone could see the extra bulge of my wet diaper. I’m glad I could avoid finding out. That doesn’t mean I won’t get a chance to learn today. It’s early yet.

For me, at least, the idea of wearing the diaper is arousing in the same way thinking about being spanked turns me on. The excitement about wearing a diaper (humiliation can turn me on) wears off after a relatively short time. I think that Mrs. Lion is absolutely right about making me wear it without a break. It doesn’t make sense to me to remove it to go out or to sleep.

To be precise, I am wearing “briefs”. They are built like a standard underwear brief, just thicker. I can pull them down and back up just like standard underwear. We also have true diapers with tape closures. These look like baby diapers and need to be changed. I just can’t pull them down and pull on another one. So far, we haven’t used the classic diaper.

I’m about to get myself into trouble. I don’t think 24 hours is enough time to make it unpleasant enough to make a strong point. An entire weekend would assure that I have to wear one when we go out. If Mrs. Lion wants me to use one during the week, if they don’t show under jeans, she could make me wear one to work as well as when we are home. That is new, scary territory.

Anyway, that’s Mrs. Lion’s decision. Right now I will be in a diaper all afternoon today and most of tomorrow. Life is nothing, if not interesting, around the lions’ den.

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How ironic is it that Lion is getting punished for forgetting it was punishment day? All day I waited for him to tell me. I even hinted at one point that I hoped he’d make it through the day without a punishable offense. By rights I should have spanked him again. Three days in a row would have really sent a message. But I figured I’d give him a break. Diapers it is.

The only guidelines I gave him initially was that he wear diapers for twenty-four hours. I few minutes later he asked if he could change them. Duh! Of course. I don’t want him wearing the same stinky diaper for twenty-four hours. And he doesn’t have to poop in them. That would be way too messy. However, Lion may have found a loophole. I was not clear as to when he can change the diaper. He thinks he can change it as soon as he’s wet. That’s no fun! What good is it if he’s always in a dry diaper?

Nope. A dry diaper will not do. So I’m changing the parameters a bit. I don’t think I’ll be as mean as I’ve been in the past. He doesn’t always have to have a wet diaper. For this punishment, he has to sit in a wet diaper for at least an hour before he can change it. Assuming he doesn’t have to pee again right away, he’ll be in a dry diaper for a good portion of the time.

Oh, and an unintended consequence of the punishment is that I don’t want to play with a stinky weenie so he won’t get any action until he’s out of the diaper and showered on Saturday afternoon/evening. Fair warning, Lion. We’ll snuggle, but no weenie rubs. On the plus side, for Lion at least, he won’t get spanked either. But he still needs to be careful. Any infractions during the diaper period will result in increased diaper time or increased wet diaper time. He won’t get away with anything.

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Yesterday, I posted the first penis pic in a long time. The picture of my penis in its cage (image) provoked a comment from another caged male marveling that my cage is only 1 1/4 inches long. So, I posted another penis pic as my response to his comment. This time it is naked and shows why I have such a short cage (image). The only one missing from the set is me erect to show how it grows. If anyone wants to see that, I’ll post it too.

Pretty much every blog about male chastity, domestic discipline, and spanking contains material that wanders off the main theme. Ours certainly does. There are endless kinks and people practice them in all combinations. So we are bound to write about practices that won’t appeal to some of our readers. The same is true of blogs I read. They often discuss things that don’t particularly turn me on.

I read them anyway; every single word. The reason I do this is that I am learning about the people whose words I like to read. Even though I have no interest in cuckoldry, I like to see how someone I like practices it. No, it doesn’t inspire me to ask Mrs. Lion to take a lover. But it is interesting for me to try to understand why it appeals to the writer.

You probably don’t find diapering particularly interesting. We write about it here now and then. It’s something Mrs. Lion does to me for both play and punishment. It’s been quite a while and while I am not fond of it when it is happening, I miss it. It’s our kink. It’s a form of humiliation play I think. I wonder how it would feel if Mrs. Lion actually changed me. Oh well, I digress.

I suspect that I am revealing something about myself when I share everything we do, even if off topic. You may enjoy getting to know us in all these intimate ways. If you do, I suspect it isn’t important what kink we write about. On the other hand, if your interest is reading arousing descriptions of male chastity or domestic discipline scenes, then a lot of our posts won’t interest you at all. You’ll probably find other reading closer to your interest.

We don’t read or write for some narrow, sexual purpose. I’m pretty sure that you don’t either. Our objective here is to provide accurate information about enforced male chastity and domestic discipline. We want our writing to be useful to both men and women. As it turns out, we also write about other kinks as we uncover and adopt them. I hope you find that fun too.

On the home front, things are getting back to pre-surgical normal. Last night I was spanked for the first time since April. Mrs. Lion punished me for getting food on my shirt. Her swats are as strong as ever. I think she took it easy on me and gave me a less-severe-than-usual beating. Her swats were very hard; there were just less of them.

We went out to dinner and in the car I mentioned that we haven’t used diapers in a long time. Mrs. Lion responded that she rarely has me wear them. That’s true. I guess I am asking her to put me in them again, maybe more often. I also asked if she could do the diapering. Usually I just put on the depends pull-ups. We have some regular diapers (I think). I just wonder how it would feel to have to ask her to change me. Curiosity may yet kill the big cat.

I also asked her to strictly enforce the no-interrupting rule. She said that we both interrupt each other. It’s true. I pointed out that I’m the one not allowed to do it. I’m sure that enforcing this rule will result in more punishment for me, but it will improve me in a way I truly want. It doesn’t take too many spankings and/or other punishments to make me much more aware of what I do.

 

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Lion wonders what today will bring. Well, we talked about diapers. Lion has a problem with keeping his pants up. You see, he has no butt. None. So his pants try to slide right on down. No matter how tight he pulls his belt, his pants do not cooperate. This is sometimes amusing, but generally he needs to keep one hand free to grab them if they start to go. I thought a diaper would escalate this problem. They have a somewhat slippery exterior. I turns out, the bulkiness may actually help the pants situation. So Lion will be wearing a diaper today.

As soon as we get ready to go out on our errands, Lion will put his diaper on. When we get home, he will continue to wear diapers. He will have to wear one for two pees and change just before the third pee so he’s always in a wet diaper. I know they don’t necessarily feel wet, but they sag when wet and that’s what I’m going for. Because he’ll be wearing diapers, he does not need to wear his training collar. He forgot it yesterday anyway. I’ll punish him at some point today for that transgression.

We continue to learn/talk/plan for his shoulder surgery. Last night, after he said he was horny all day and I decided to give him an orgasm because it’s been a few days and he needed something good to happen, (how’s this for a run-on sentence) I hit upon the idea of the Lion show. I didn’t call it that last night, but it fits. I presented Lion with the idea of asking for play, edging and/or orgasms while we wait for surgery and during his recovery period. He’s the only one who knows how much pain he’s in. Rather than having me pester him with unwanted advances, he can decide what he wants and when he wants it.

This idea may fly in the face of female led marriage, male chastity, and domestic discipline, but we’re all about experimenting and deciding what works for us. Other people may have had shoulder surgery or other surgeries, but people are different. Lion may be able to take more or less pain than someone else. It may depend on the type of pain. He may be able to endure a punishment spanking, but the shoulder is killing him. Perhaps a broken toe wouldn’t be much of a problem, but a tendon tear is excruciating. My mother once said that a cracked kneecap was the worst pain she’d ever experienced. This woman has had more broken bones and other pains than anyone I know.

So, from last night until I decide he’s out of pain sufficiently, Lion will ask for play, edging and/or orgasms. That doesn’t mean I necessarily have to grant them. It also doesn’t mean that I can’t offer to do them. My job is to take good care of Lion any way I can. Right now, he’s scared and worried. I’ll do anything I can to help.