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Lion, freshly spanked on his new spanking bench. His position is almost exactly the same as it would be if he were over my knee. His butt is nicely stretched out.

I did not whomp Lion as soon as I got home. We received the original strap he ordered, as well as the replacement straps. We had no idea which, if either, would work. The first strap is leather and looks like it would work well to hold Lion still. The other straps look like luggage straps. They are nylon with the standard connectors prevalent on nylon belts.

After dinner, I brought out the spanking bench. We never really discussed where we would use it. I put it at an angle in the dressing area. The cover is some linen material, so I decided to protect it with a towel. I fed the leather strap underneath, and Lion got into position. The leather strap didn’t quite meet. Phooey! All that time waiting for it, and it didn’t work. I grabbed one of the nylon straps, and it was too long when adjusted to its full length. No problem. I snugged it up, so it held him to the bench. We got four of these straps so that I can use more than one for the bench, or I can use them for other activities.

I realized that the bench position gave me easy access to my paddle collection that lives in a shoe organizer hanging on the closet door. I had chosen two paddles, but it’s nice to have options. He seemed to be at the right height. It was a good choice.

I started slowly. At least I thought I did. Lion was yelping right off the bat. As I whomped harder, he really yelled. His buns were getting pretty bruised too. But he wasn’t bleeding much. We concluded that his skin is stretched tighter on the bench. I’m sure that made my swats feel harder. I don’t know if the stretched skin explains the bleeding or lack thereof.

I don’t know how long I’d been spanking him when I realized I never set a timer. I should have whomped for ten minutes. Given the bruising or the look of bruising, I stopped early. Afterward, I suggested a five-minute timer since he feels the swats so much more. He didn’t like that idea. He suggested using a larger paddle in the beginning. That would spread the “love” out better. I know I have a large paddle somewhere. I’ll have to search for it.

Of course, this was the maiden voyage of the S.S. Spanking Bench. We can tweak all sorts of things before we settle on the best way to use it. I decided we’ll give it another try on Saturday. That gives Lion’s butt some time to heal and forget last night’s swats. He’s all for that.

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The plan was for a “just because” spanking on Monday. The lion restraining strap was supposed to be delivered in time. It wasn’t. The post office tracking site changed from “Delivering Today” to “Delayed in Transit.” So far, it’s been ten days since it was mailed, first-class, from Texas. Our once-efficient postal service is in the crapper. I’ve requested a refund, and Mrs. Lion is planning to take me shopping at the local Grange for a horse strap the right size for me. She assures me that my spanking isn’t going to be delayed much longer.

Mrs. Lion is very perceptive. She is a lioness of few words. She doesn’t need many to make some profound points. On Monday, she made a brief comment that I needed to be spanked because I was thinking too fondly about getting my bottom paddled. There it is, the most contradictory aspect of domestic discipline.

Like male chastity, domestic discipline is almost always initiated by the husband who wants to be punished for his offenses. If you spend time reading what these men say, it’s clear that there is a sexual element to the idea of being taken in hand. It’s certainly true of me. The idea of being spanked turns me on. Does that mean domestic discipline is just kinky sex play?

It can be. Some couples use it that way. For most, it is more serious but with sexual overtones. I think we are a good example of this. I’ve always liked the idea of being spanked. For many years, when I bottomed, spanking was part of the play. Some of those spankings were just as severe as the punishments I receive. I would be erect when the spanking began. I would lose my hardon within a minute or so once it started. When it was over, my cock needed some serious coaxing to stand up again.

The next day, if it hurt to sit, I would have fond memories of my beating. I wouldn’t get physically turned on, but the twinges reminded me of the play. You might think that my domestic discipline spankings would be experienced the same way. In the beginning, they were. I would be hard when Mrs. Lion started to spank me. The erection would disappear shortly after she began. Same as a play spanking, right? Well, no.

A punishment spanking starts very much like the play variety. Mrs. Lion takes it easy and gives me a chance to get used to the stinging swats. It’s a little like novocaine before a root canal. It dulls the pain just enough to keep me from trying to bolt. Then, she hits harder. The speed and force increase. She keeps me on the edge of my ability to stand the pain. Her goal is to make it hurt and keep hurting. The timer guarantees that she won’t stop for at least ten minutes. That’s a very long time when someone is beating your bottom.

Her goal is to leave me with a very sore, bruised bottom. It will hurt to sit and even to lie down on my back for days. I will understand that this is what happens if I break a rule or disobey. Mrs. Lion makes it clear that if I hurt, it is my fault. I do hurt a lot. My bottom is swollen with blisters and bruises. She says I brought it on myself.

Here’s where it gets weird. For a while after the spanking, I lose any desire to be spanked. The idea does not turn me on, and I do my best to avoid another. For one thing, if I offend soon after a spanking, Mrs. Lion will almost certainly increase the time to more than fifteen minutes. She is perfectly happy to spank my already-sore bottom. I absolutely don’t want that. This is how she wants me to feel. If I fear punishment, I am going to do my best to avoid it.

As time passes, I begin to forget how unhappy the spanking made me. I will start getting turned on thinking about Mrs. Lion spanking me. I won’t intentionally disobey, but I won’t fear the consequences of making a mistake. I’m beginning to remember being punished fondly. This is unacceptable.

The cure is simple. Mrs. Lion spanks me, “just because.” It’s a disciplinary vaccination to restore my fear of her paddle. It turns down the sexual excitement of punishment and restores my respect for the pain I will feel. In my case, if I haven’t earned a spanking for misbehaving, I need a booster spanking every two to three weeks.

Mrs. Lion needs a different booster shot too. Each time she punishes me, she is reminded of her role. Without fail, after I’m spanked, she becomes hyper-aware of my behavior. The beating recharges her hunting instinct. She is on high alert. I’m not sure how frequently she needs to beat me to stay at the optimum threat level. My “just because” spankings are scheduled around my loss of fear of the paddle. There’s a possibility that Mrs. Lion needs more frequent boosters.  If she does, I hope she gets them, or more correctly, gives them to me.

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Unfortunately, the strap for the spanking bench did not arrive yesterday. The post office assures us it’s on the way. Sure. Right. Uh-huh. I’ll believe it when I see it. In the meantime, I didn’t want to whomp him until we can test out the bench. This left Lion’s butt unscathed. Terrible!

This morning, I started looking for alternatives. I was thinking about some straps for a horse. Lion/horse, same difference. What I found is a strap to hold blankets on. We might have to connect two, but I think it will work. We have a store near us that has a tack department. When we make our grand tour of blood tests and dog meds this afternoon, we’ll stop there and see what we can find in the Lion restraint department. I’m pretty sure we’ll be successful, and Lion will end up with a red butt by tomorrow night at the latest.

I haven’t given too much thought to Lion’s idea of giving him an appetizer swat when he commits an offense and then giving the normal punishment later. I suppose I could do something along the lines of a nun smacking people on the knuckles in Catholic school. If I keep a paint stirrer near me, I can swat whatever part of him I happen to connect with, and it won’t hurt too much, but it will let him know he’s displeased me. Like so many other things, he might be sorry he asked for it.

Tonight I’ll test the Lion weather. It’s only been a few days since his orgasm, and I was trying to wait until the strap arrived, but I can at least give him a chance to get hard. I don’t want to put too much pressure on him, of course. If it doesn’t work out, we can always try tomorrow. Maybe a good whomping will get his juices flowing.

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Mondays are punishment days. On this punishment day, I will be spanked. Mrs. Lion sent an email asking when the restraining strap for our new bench would arrive. I checked the post office website. It said that we would get it today. I relayed that information to Mrs. Lion. She replied that I would have a sore butt tonight.

The last time she spanked me was 19 days ago. That is too long, I think. We both agree that regular “just because” spankings are needed to help my focus. Mrs. Lion has been waiting for the new spanking bench and restraint strap to arrive before this one.

I wonder if Mrs. Lion finds it too difficult to spank me. I’m not talking about the actual beating. She seems to have no problem with that. I’m thinking about the setup. She has to select her implements of choice, drag out the spanking bench and strap me in. Before the bench, she got the yoga cushion and put it on the bed. My point is that this is a sort of ritual that complicates what should be very organic: I disobey or break a rule and I get spanked.

The prep steps have to get in the way. I can see that they would discourage her from punishing me. She needs to feel comfortable reacting to bad behavior by spanking me. As I recall, when she used the small kitchen paddle, if I did something wrong, she would have me bend over the counter while she used the paddle to remind me to behave. Since I am already naked, there is no effort beyond getting the paddle (It hung on a hook in the kitchen) and spanking me with it. Mrs. Lion didn’t appear to find it difficult to discipline me that way.

I was affected by these spankings too. It was made clear that an offense would be punished. There is no escape. Nowadays, punishment is more of a ritual. Mrs. Lion usually waits until after dinner. Then she gets the yoga cushion and puts it on the bed. I get into position, and she whomps me. There is no conversation. This works. I get the message loud and clear. I suspect that if it were less of a hassle, Mrs. Lion would get a paddle and let me know how she feels more often.

For example, when I interrupt her, she usually makes an angry face. I get a little twinge, but I am not deterred. I will usually tell her that I’m not interrupting and I need context. That may be true, but I upset her. If she went back to the kitchen paddle technique, the angry face would be followed by an impromptu spanking. My position might not be ideal, but a message would be sent. The message would be two-way. I would be reminded to behave, and she would get in the habit of not just growling, instead make me understand her displeasure in a way I understand.

lion's butt paddled with paddle tramp
Mrs. Lion’s kitchen paddle. It’s compact but powerful. Cut from hard oak, Mrs. lion used it to send her message with me bent over the kitchen counter.

These impromptu spankings will probably not be full 10-minute DWC productions. They don’t have to be. They could be a sort of reminder of more to come later. My thought is that I get the painful reminder as soon after the offense as possible. Mrs. Lion can finish the punishment at a later time. I think the biggest drawback of our DWC punishments is the very reason they work so well. To be effective, they have to be a full ten minutes long. That’s a big interruption in the middle of a conversation or household activity.

I’m not suggesting we abandon the DWC spankings. I think that the less complete on-the-spot swats can be very helpful for us both. Perhaps when Mrs. Lion wants to growl, she does it with me bent over something and her paddle swatting my bottom. I imagine that over time this will translate to a follow-up DWC punishment. The key is to use the paddle to underline that I did something I shouldn’t and that there is a need to punish the offense. The only way we will learn is to do it.