punishment board
This is the camper version of the punishment stool, complete with welcome mat.

We are on the coast. We’re supposed to have sunny days throughout our stay. It my not be the heat wave they’re having back in Seattle but we win because we are on vacation.

It’s true I’ve been annoyingly tired lately. However, I just discovered it may be because I’ve stupidly forgotten to take one of my medications. Unfortunately, that medication is home and I can’t do much about it right now. But it’s a giant load off my mind if that is, in fact, the answer.

Today we’ll go exploring. We’ve been here quite a few times so it’s a little difficult to find new things to do, but we’re game. And Lion will be in a pretty thong I told him to bring. Well, I told him to bring some panties. I have no idea which ones he brought. I assume he brought the thongs because they tend to stay up better than his other panties. Whatever he brought, his buns will be pretty.

Lion is concerned about playing in some capacity this weekend. I understand that. I don’t have the best track record when it comes to playing while we’re away. Or any other time, for that matter. My goal today is to nap if I need to (I am on vacation after all) so I can be awake enough to put Lion through his paces.

Several years ago, we took a board and put the rough tread stuff on it. The idea was that Lion would sit on it with his freshly-whomped buns. It never really worked out well. However, once we got the punishment stool and equipped it similarly, I remembered about the board.

Initially we were going to get another stool. One for the house and one for the camper. The board is a better idea. First of all, we already have it. Second, a board is easier than the stool to stow in the camper. Win win.

I even cut a strip from the leftover welcome mat so I have a choice of how mean I want to be. Now I just have to sit back and wait for Lion to slip up so I can test out the board. If I could take bets on how long that will be, I could be a very rich woman.

We began our vacation today. Mrs. Lion drove our truck and trailer to the seashore. We are parked in a RV park abutting the beach. We are in for sun every day we are here. This isn’t usually the case on the Northwest Pacific coast. Trade winds blow clouds in from the ocean nearly the year round. The temperature will be in the 70’s every day and the 60’s at night.

Before we left home, Mrs. Lion reported being tired. She hasn’t been sleeping comfortably lately. When she’s tired, she tends to be a bit forgetful and is not in a mood for play. I’m trying to help by remembering my rules. For example, I put the training collar on yesterday morning without prompting. I didn’t mention it to Mrs. Lion until we were out for dinner last night.

She did remember to pack some toys. She packed our Silk dildo and a paddle I made years ago. I added the hard rubber paddle and the “hairbrush” paddle as well. If she decides to play or discipline me, she has good choices. All work very well over her lap. The couch in the trailer is long enough for me to be positioned that way.

Last night we didn’t play. I didn’t think we would. Our track record for activities when in our trailer isn’t very positive. On our first trip this year, I had my first OTK spanking. On the first night, I am optimistic. We are very well equipped for fun. We have under-the-mattress restraints. While my shoulder isn’t ready for bondage, my legs are fine and would hold me in position perfectly well. Will we try? I hope so.

I also wonder what the next five days will bring in terms of discipline. Will Mrs. Lion be energetic enough to note and punish infractions? I’m cautiously optimistic. We’ve covered this ground before. Of course, now is very different from the past. We have substantial history under our belts.

I think that we need practice. Mrs. Lion has never pulled down my pants and underpants to spank me. It’s true that I’m usually naked when we are alone, but even figuratively we’ve rarely had impromptu discipline.

It is difficult in real life to just spank me in the middle of other activities. I don’t have serious expectations that Mrs. Lion will drop what she is doing, grab a paddle, and remind me of my error. If that happens it will be very surprising to me.

I’m not really asking for that. I don’t think that many people live that way. I am asking for observation of my sins and prompt, not instant response. Greedy lion that I am, I hope we can just play. Maybe, if I am very lucky, I will get an orgasm too.

As you probably guessed, Mrs. Lion didn’t post yesterday because we were on the road. I’m sure you will hear from her later.

If you’ve  been reading along, we’re at one of our periodic crossroads. As we develop our own brand of FLR, we encounter some bumps in the road. The latest one isn’t new. It’s a classic communication challenge. If you believe in the classic, authoritarian FLR writings, then this will seem alien. But this is how we roll.

I think one of the biggest mistakes people make about any power exchange is that they believe that if they “live” the roles, things will just work. If I just shut up and docilely obey orders, accept punishments, and when not needed, sit in a corner waiting for my next command, then everything will work out. Even if I were capable of such behavior, Mrs. Lion would be miserable in her role and I would be named Alexa.

First and foremost, we love one another and we spend as much time as we possibly can together. The vast majority of our time, virtually all of it, is spent in activities that have nothing to do with FLR. The way I think about it, FLR is an overlay that should improve the loving relationship we already have. It should be background music for our happy lives.

For this to work, we each have to make some changes to support our power exchange. I have to agree that Mrs. Lion has the final say and that she can punish me if I don’t behave in a way she wishes. She can make rules that I must obey. She can also correct me for any reason. This doesn’t imply that she makes every decision for me. That would be impossible. It means that I obey anything she tells me to do. I have to do my best to be obedient and accept correction as Mrs. Lion wishes.

Simple, right?

No way!

Implementing this requires serious change. I have to accept my role and color my life around Mrs. Lion’s wishes.This sounds much simpler than it actually is. I am a willful, aggressive guy. I have a dominant personality. There’s no question that I need taming.

Mrs. Lion is an accepting, loving woman. She is inclined to “go along” and not make waves. The obvious, natural order of our relationship would be for me to be in charge. I think that would be an error. We both agree that Mrs. Lion needs to become surer of herself. In terms of our marriage, I am convinced that if she is in the submissive role, she will become buried and eventually resent me.

I proposed our current power exchange. It forces both of us out of our comfort zones. That goes a long way toward explaining why we sometimes struggle with it. Currently the only active area of conflict, so to speak, is managing conversations about punishment and authority.

Ironically, I am arguing for her to be more severe, consistent and arbitrary. When I talk about I think we could improve, she feels that she isn’t doing a good job. I am very sure that her response is rooted in all the years her ex kept telling her she was wrong. I haven’t learned how to tell her that I think we can make things better by incorporating some modifications without discouraging her about how well she is doing now.

Instead of accepting my feedback as something she can use or ignore, she reports that she believes I think she isn’t doing a good enough job. For the record, that never occurred to me. I have only two reasons I suggest changes or new things. One is that I am very curious and I want to see  how something feels. This can be new toys, new rules, new ways to do things in general. The second reason is that I genuinely feel that something isn’t working for me the way I think it is intended.

That second reason is responsible for most of the difficulty. For example, I’m coming to learn what level of punishment actually puts me on notice to change my ways. Given the number of times I’ve been punished, I have a good idea how much it takes to seriously influence me.

That doesn’t mean Mrs. Lion has to beat me to a given degree before she makes her point. If she doesn’t, she has failed to correct me. No, that’s not what I mean at all. Even her mildest spankings impress me. I don’t want a repeat visit with her paddle. So, the other night when I said I could take more, my message wasn’t that her spanking was too mild to impress me. Oh no. She knows she bruised me and got my attention in a big way. I truly felt it and regretted needing it.

My comment was more along the lines that I wondered how it would feel if she took it to the next level. I’m curious. Actually my motive was to satisfy my curiosity, not criticize the painful spanking I just received. She did a very good job. It hurt like hell and made me call “Yellow” once. It was an effective, disciplinary spanking.

I like testing my limits. I wonder if the severity gets dialed up if I would become more afraid of incurring her wrath again; at least for a while. I am fully aware how much I will hate the experience. But, I am a curious cat. I realize that the night in question was difficult for Mrs. Lion. She felt achy and uncomfortable. Spanking me was work that probably made things worse. My suggestion was more for her to file away for a time she has the energy to test me.

The much more serious issue has to do with exactly what Mrs. Lion wrote about in her post yesterday. If she felt my feedback was upsetting in any way, she could continue the conversation with me lying over two pillows and she using a paddle to express herself.

We both agree that we would really benefit if discipline were more consistent and, I guess, frequent. I may be wrong about how I read her, but I think each time she promptly punishes me for making her feel badly about something, she would profit as much or more from the punishment as I.  I’ll learn to watch what I say sooner or later if my “discussion” is no longer with Mrs. Lion, but with her paddle. She’ll learn that she has the right to express herself in any way needed to be heard.

She can’t say I’m not listening if my bottom is listening to her paddle.

Here is the way I see it happening:

Mrs. Lion: [pause in her telling me about work]

Me: I think that all you need to do is…

Mrs. Lion: “I wasn’t finished speaking! Let’s continue the conversation in the bedroom. Get on the bed face down!”

[We go to the bedroom. Mrs. Lion paddles me until she feels she has my attention. I remain in position on the bed (or over her lap)]

Mrs. Lion: “Now, as I was saying before…”

Any repeat of the behavior gets more spanking. I am in position so there is no delay in letting me know she had more to say without a contribution from me.

Mrs. Lion has repeatedly said that she doesn’t punish when she is angry. I’m asking her to change that. If we are to move forward, I think a conversation that is not going the way she wants should be continued with her paddle. If we are home, then just do it. If we are out, a stern look and a spanking as soon as we are alone will work. Waiting until the anger passes is often an excuse to suppress that she wasn’t heard.

There’s a fallacy here. You could argue that fear of punishment would make me avoid potentially upsetting conversations instead of actually respecting what she says and does. That’s possible, but for the time being, I think it is more important for Mrs. Lion to use the paddle as a way of asserting herself. It won’t take long before she feels her power grow. Then, while the paddle may continue to be necessary, most of the time she will take for granted that I hear her.

Spanking may seem to be an odd way of saying, “Listen to me.” Think of it the same way you would think of a person with a soft voice trying to address a large audience. She needs a microphone to assure that everyone hears what she has to say. Her words are just as valuable if there were no mike, but she wouldn’t be sure she was heard. The paddle is Mrs. Lion’s microphone. it assures her that she reaches me each and every time she has something to say.

In my opinion, this doesn’t just apply to situations when she is in punishment mode. It also applies to times she talks about work and I try to butt in to “fix” things. Her “microphone” is badly needed then. Each and every time I interrupt, she need her amplifier. Every time she doesn’t feel I hear what she is saying, she can user her mike to be sure she reaches me.

We will both benefit. I will learn to respect her silences and speak in ways that assure her I appreciate her efforts. She will learn that she should expect to be heard and if she isn’t, then she will have the authority and means to correct that little problem.

This will be very difficult for both of us. We will both resist new, potentially-risky things and try to return to the status quo. That’s our pattern. If she agrees with my proposal, I will have to remind her of my misses when I spot them. She will have to translate any, even minor, feelings that she isn’t heard into time to hit the loud pedal.

Stay tuned.

I need to adopt this as my personal mantra.

Lion and I have a pattern. I get upset by something he does (or something I perceive he’s doing), I write about it, he feels bad, I feel bad, people comment on the post, he feels worse, I feel worse and then things work themselves out. I didn’t say it was a good pattern. Just a pattern.

I think I’m being clear when I acknowledge something Lion has said. He doesn’t. Last night we were talking and when I didn’t respond immediately he said I was not talking to him again. This time I fired back. He needs to give me time to get my thoughts together. Sometimes I stand up for myself. I need to make this a more regular occurrence. Not that Lion runs over me, but I do have a tendency to be quiet and not stick up for myself.

I’ve been having a frustrating time at work and I’ve often said that I can deal with work or home being difficult but I can’t deal with both being difficult. I don’t feel like I’m being heard at work no matter how many times I bring things up. Not being heard at home is even worse. Work isn’t going to get any better. I have the ability to make home better. And I will. At least I say now that I will. I’ll give it a good try, but my consistency is another problem.

See? The problem isn’t Lion topping from the bottom, and he hasn’t been. The problem is me. I let things bother me that are easily fixed with just the flick of a paddle. A few flicks. Not really flicks. Whacks. Good, bruise producing whacks.

You know, if I ever get my act together, Lion is in for a world of trouble.

[Lion – I am extremely anxious that Mrs. Lion does get it together. Maybe she can practice on our upcoming vacation. I would gladly trade a bruised butt and corner time for the way I feel when I also don’t feel heard.]