The Art Of Spanking
Wednesday night I was punished for failing to remind Mrs. Lion that Monday was Punishment Day. I admit that I was unhappy that I had a spanking coming. I was annoyed that I forgot something as easy as reminding Mrs. Lion of the day. Yesterday I didn’t make that mistake again.
For me, spankings have a rhythm. I imagine that this rhythm is based on my brain chemicals. As a spanking progresses, my ability to handle harder swats improves. I think this is due to endorphin production. Mrs. Lion is aware of this. She’s learned to pace the intensity of her blows as I get better able to manage them.
On Wednesday night, she would intersperse very hard swats along with the milder, endorphin building barrage. This is an excellent strategy. It prevents me from “enjoying” the spanking as the endorphins kick in. She’s also learned to increase the overall intensity as she goes. This definitely hurts, but not so much as to make me yelp or protest.
As the spanking goes on, my bottom feels warmer and warmer. The heavier hits hurt much more. I have no doubt that if the spanking continues even longer than the other night, the pattern will hurt more and more without pushing me to call “Yellow!”
Yesterday, I asked Mrs. Lion why she stopped. She said that she was hurting and needed to end the event. I feel badly that she was feeling pain too. I suggested a position change that might put me in a better position for swats that don’t bother her so much. She’s willing to try.
We’re both learning that the longer, slow-buildup spanking is ultimately more effective. A very bruised, deep-red bottom is a powerful lesson to me. This won’t happen if it hurts Mrs. Lion to administer this punishment.
At this point, we both know that Mrs. Lion has no compunction about administering a more severe beating. The limits are now her ability to swing her paddle long enough and hard enough to do it. Wednesday night she was using our most vicious paddle; well the second-most vicious. We have a bloodwood version of this paddle that packs a much more painful wallop. She may need to graduate to that next time.
We are both learning that disciplinary spanking is an art. It requires maintaining a delicate balance between what I can handle with hitting hard enough to assure the swats actually hurt. Mrs. Lion is very close to perfect at doing this. It takes a lot of time and experimentation to optimize a spanking punishment.
The old assumption that a spanking is just whaling away at a naked butt simply isn’t true. The idea is to maximize pain by hitting hard enough to truly hurt but not so hard as to force a “Yellow” or inability to take more. I’m learning that I can be made to hurt for a long time without rebelling.
Since spanking is all about causing lasting pain in a safe way, I can say that Mrs. Lion is making very good progress as a spanking artist.
Random Hard Swats
Lion finally got his punishment for forgetting to remind me of punishment day on Monday. He reminded me Tuesday, but I was too tired to punish him then. Of course, I always reserve the right to punish him when I feel like it. Whether he’s done anything wrong or not.
Before I started, I already knew there would be no corner time. If I did it correctly, he wouldn’t need anything but his stinging buns to remember he’d done something wrong. I selected a fairly long-handled paddle. I like the way it feels and it gives me good leverage. The small head ensures it goes where it tell it to go.
I started out with somewhat softer swats. Nothing compared to the imperceptible swats when I first learned to spank him, but I wanted to build up to the hard swats. As I built up I decided to stay at a certain level. It was more important to me that I get his whole butt red. Every few swats I tossed in a harder one. He’d yelp and I’d go back to the lesser level. Not that I thought he couldn’t handle the harder swats. I wasn’t backing off for his sake. I just wanted to cover his buns with medium swats. Again, I’d toss a harder one in here and there just to get his attention.
I knew the medium swats were doing the trick because he was grumbling a bit. He never asked me to stop. He never called Yellow. That was another goal I had. I wanted to see how long we could go before he had to ask me to back off. Obviously he might not have needed to say yellow because I wasn’t hitting as hard. However, all those “not hard” swats add up. With the harder swats thrown into the mix I figured I was allowing him to take more swats even if they weren’t bruise-inducing swats.
Toward the end I threw in more and more hard swats. It all culminated in a barrage of harder swats. Lion was definitely happy I was done. I assume he was even happier that he didn’t have to do any corner time.
No Cheese
I think that Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday is quite revealing about both of us. It also explains why it’s taken us a long time to get where we are now. She discussed my focused taste in burgers and my picky taste for pizza’s. She wrote that I will send food back if it isn’t as I expected. It’s true I will. She also wrote that she is willing to accept incorrect orders rather than return them. This difference is telling.
In other terms, I’m demanding at restaurants and she accepts what she is served. This applies elsewhere in our lives as well. One would expect the opposite to be the case. If I am submissive, Mrs. Lion should be demanding, especially of me, and I should be accepting. It means I have to work hard to accept what she wants and she has to work hard to refuse to let me get away with things.
She’s come a long way. I rarely get a pass for breaking rules. Mrs. Lion notices when I break a rule and she punishes me every time. That’s not a natural behavior for her. She works hard to be strict and consistent. Over the last two years, she has made significant changes that support our FLR with discipline. My changes are not nearly as important. All I need to do is obey or be punished. My changes are driven by Mrs. Lion’s paddle. It’s way easier for me.
It was my hope that when we began our FLR with discipline, that Mrs. Lion would not only be demanding of me, but would also extend her authority to the world around her. That change is a little slower than learning to own me. I wonder if real change is possible. Maybe we learn new behaviors, but lurking in the background are all those old behaviors that may turn out to be our true nature.
I’m pretty sure that’s untrue. My evolution has been from a shy guy, unwilling to make any waves. I ate cheese on my burgers for quite a while. Somewhere in my late twenties I learned to be assertive. My metamorphosis was mostly the result of a conscious effort to reach out to strangers. That led to me being willing to take action when something wasn’t the way I wanted.
This assertiveness has worked very well for me. It made it possible for me to advance in my career. More importantly, since then I’ve never had to eat a burger with cheese, lettuce, mayo, and pickles.
Cheese on a Cheeseburger?
Back to work. Insert frowny face here. Add to that the fact that I was too wiped out from driving to play with Lion last night and I have nothing to write about. And Lion was due for a punishment. I told him he shouldn’t read anything into my not punishing him. He didn’t get out of anything. I’ll punish him tonight. Wisely, he said he knew.
Aside from the one time over the weekend, I didn’t order Lion’s meals for him. He’s got vary particular tastes. For years, he’d only eat pizza with Italian sausage on it. Pepperoni? No way! Bacon? Are you crazy? He just shakes his head when I eat a pizza with every meat I can find and bunches of vegetables. No pineapple or anchovies. I draw the line at those. And I have actually eaten pineapple and anchovies (not on the same pizza) before. The combination of trying new things and dealing with what’s put in front of me has worked out fairly well so far.
Lion doesn’t deal well with what’s put in front of him. Granted, he wants his order to be correct when we go out. I taught him the trick of ordering a hamburger with “only” what he wants, rather than subtracting everything he doesn’t want. It’s a much shorter list. But the audacity of someone putting cheese on a cheeseburger when he said “only” X, Y, and Z! I’d just eat it. I get tomatoes all the time that I’ve asked them to leave off. Nope. Not Lion.
I guess my ordering for him would be the perfect experiment in active control. He wants a hamburger, but all the hamburgers on the menu have things he doesn’t want. Of course he could order a special hamburger. But if he’s not allowed to order for himself he might be forced to eat lettuce or cheese or some special sauce. The horror!
On the other hand, if we’re paying someone to make our food, aren’t we entitled to get things the way we want them? Lion should have his hamburger with only X, Y, and Z. That doesn’t mean I can’t order it for him.
