Just after Lion’s phone reminded him it was punishment day, he spilled something on his shirt. He’d reminded me of punishment day earlier, so he was already safe in that respect. And I teased him that there was still time to earn a punishment. The rule is, if I can see the stain he gets spanked. I said it may just be water. He said it wasn’t water.

On most materials, spots are dark while they’re still wet. Sometimes they dry and there’s no stain, as is the case with water. I think the spot may have been some sauce from whatever he was eating. I expected it to remain visible after it dried. It did not. Phew! That saved Lion’s butt.

I tease Lion sometimes that he should wear a Hawaiian print shirt so no one could see any food he might spill on himself. Is that spaghetti sauce or just a really ugly shirt? Maybe a Jackson Pollack shirt. Splashes of paint or splashes of soup? Last night it didn’t matter. The mysteriously disappearing stain did not earn him swats.

Next week, Lion is away on business. When he gets back, he has his pre-op appointment. Ten days later, he has his surgery. Since he seems to be in more and more pain, and a business trip will only exacerbate the situation, I’m suspending all rules until further notice. Obviously eating will be messier after the surgery. Not interrupting will be difficult when fighting pain and pain meds. Reminding me of punishment day when you’re not even sure what day it is, will be impossible. I say scrap them all now and we’ll reconvene as he recovers.

I’m fairly certain Lion will try to obey the rules even if they are suspended. He has in the past. I appreciate that. I just don’t want him to feel the pressure of any punishment. He is in enough pain right now, and will be in more pain initially after surgery. From what we’ve read, the first few days will be a real challenge. I want Lion to concentrate on getting better.

As a matter of fact, that’s his new rule: concentrate on getting better.

Our preparations for my surgery continue. I ordered Dragon voice recognition software that will allow me to handle email as well as continue to write my posts. Of course, those post-surgical posts may be less than coherent and contain voice-recognition contextual errors. If it works, you will hear from me fairly soon after the operation.

I have no illusions that the world will stop spinning on its axis if I don’t post. I’m not even sure that anyone will care. I like putting my little message in a bottle and throwing it into the Internet ocean. I imagine that some people read our posts the way they used to read columns in the newspapers. My post goes in the morning paper for the commute to work and Mrs. Lion’s is for reading on the way home.

I am a native New Yorker, so I see daily commutes as reading times. I used to take Metro North railroad to and from the office each day. The trip was about an hour. It was just enough time to read the paper. I’m an Internet columnist who writes daily. Even if no one else cares, I would feel badly if I missed a day or more.

Mrs. Fever writes a blog about a variety of sexual topics. Recently, she wrote about being a sex blogger. Her post, “So You Want To Be A Sex Blogger” was a tongue-in-cheek look at some reasons people would want to write a sex blog. It got me thinking about what I think I’m doing.

Blogging has always struck me as a masturbatory exercise. After all, a blog is self publishing with no filter for quality, facts, even grammar and spelling. It’s a free-for-all that permits anyone to put their thoughts out for the world to read; maybe, more correctly, ignore. Blogging birthed “fake news”.

I’m swimming in this filter-free ocean. Almost all blogs on topics similar to ours are embarrassingly bad expressions of misinformation. I lament the state of our education system when I read the way English is abused in the blogosphere. More often than not, bloggers don’t understand that “to” and “too” are used differently. How many times have you seen, “I did this to (meaning also),” when the word “too” is required.

It isn’t that I’m a grammatical nitpicker. Maybe I am. But when you write for public consumption, it’s the same as dressing to go to a nice restaurant. It’s rude to show up in cutoffs and flip-flops. They may let you in, but you are still being disrespectful and inappropriate.

It seems to me that there are two important criteria to meet before writing for the public: First, be sure that what you represent as fact is correct. Thanks to the US President there is enough fake news in the world. Second, take care with your writing. You don’t have to create immortal prose, but at least use your spell checker and understand basic grammar.

My point is that while anyone can write a blog, it doesn’t mean everyone should. I think that if you like to write and for whatever reason want others to read what you say, then take the time to craft your words and use the language correctly. Or don’t. Your words will last forever. Wow, immortality is a few mouse clicks away.

I have a friend who is in her late 70s. She’s known for doing the unexpected. I got an email from her the other day and she said she’s been recovering from a knee injury she suffered while line dancing. Line dancing! I can imagine her doing it too. She probably leaves much younger people in the dust. I told her about Lion’s shoulder and she said she’s known many older people who’ve had the surgery. The biggest thing is to follow the physical therapy even beyond the point you feel healed, otherwise you can get into trouble. One more vote in the Lion-should-have-the-surgery column.

We continue to get ready for his surgery. We’re taking care of things that need to be done before he becomes in-valid, as he likes to pronounce it. We still have a ways to go but we’ll be ready. And, along the way, I’m finding projects that I can do while I’m home taking care of him. Those things that you wish you had time for. Well, I may actually have time for them.

Lion mentioned sex after surgery. As long as we protect his shoulder, he should be good to go. The issue, of course, is that the pain pills also make Mr. Weenie groggy. Personally, I think sex will be the last thing on his mind for at least the first week. But I never know. Like my friend, Lion is known for doing the unexpected.

The other night I remembered to spank Lion for not losing weight. He gained .8 pounds so he got 8 not-so-terrible swats. They hurt, but not as much as they should have. I took it easy on him on purpose. He’d been dreading it all day. I gained weight too so I figured I didn’t have a leg to stand on. Of course, I’m in charge so there’s that. We just need to jump back on the diet bandwagon and start exercising too. That will save Lion’s butt.

Saturday night Mrs. Lion gave me an orgasm. She was edging me over and over. Finally she asked,

“Do you want to come?”

[Me] “Oh, yes please!”

[Mrs. Lion] “But if I let you come tonight you won’t want to come tomorrow.” (pause) “And, if you come tomorrow, what about the next day?”

[Me] “This doesn’t sound like a good way to think of things.”

Without another word, she kept masturbating me. I went past the edge and fell over with a very nice orgasm.

While that might not have been very forward-looking of Mrs. Lion, I was grateful that she decided not to act on her train of thought. Later, after all those nice hormones wore off, I updated the “Lion’s Sex Life” widget and snuggled under the covers with my lioness.

Not surprisingly, sex after surgery has not been a concern of mine. A thoughtfully provided pamphlet advised that sex is fine as long as I protect my shoulder. Really? I will be doped up on opioids and in considerable discomfort. I’m much more concerned about whether I can sleep. Sex doesn’t even make the list.

Even now, Most of my attention is taken up alternating between wondering if I made the right decision and how can I function with just one arm. For the record, it’s my right arm. I write with my left and years ago, when allowed to jerk off, my left took care of that too. So, I’m losing my helper arm for some time.

In many ways, even considering the long, painful recuperation, this decision isn’t nearly as profound as my decision to give the key to my chastity device to Mrs. Lion. Even as I write this, I can hear you thinking that isn’t right at all. After all, I can change my mind and end the power exchange if I want. Well, no. I really can’t. Orgasm control with or without the chastity device is not mine to drop. Mrs. Lion won’t agree. I could just refuse and jerk off secretly, right? No, I can’t.

Do I mean, no I won’t? After all, my chastity device isn’t inescapable. Besides, I’m wild right now. If I unilaterally decide to end our power exchange, I will be breaching trust. Such a move will cause irreparable damage to the most important relationship of my life. Recuperation from that will be much longer than dealing with recovery from rotator cuff surgery.

It wasn’t easy to decide to ask Mrs. Lion to lock me up. But I reasoned that what I lost in sexual freedom, I would gain in restoring our physical relationship. Is not having full use of my right arm and some daily pain worth the year of painful recovery? Can I keep functioning effectively at work while dealing with this? Is the benefit worth the cost?

So far, I’ve done well with decisions like this. Male chastity and domestic discipline were risks too. I wasn’t sure I could submit on any level. I realized once we got going with enforced chastity that it would be a struggle. It was for over a year. Now, it is just part of my life. I like it.

Starting domestic discipline was easier. It took a long time before Mrs. Lion punished me severely enough to become a true deterrent to behavior she didn’t like. Once her spankings reached the needed level of severity, I wondered if I didn’t make a mistake. I decided to shut up and let things evolve. I’d like to say that I’m as comfortable with domestic discipline as I am with make chastity. I’m not.

Mrs. Lion isn’t either. I’m grateful that she isn’t totally consistent with enforcement of her rules. She sometimes lets me interrupt her with no more than a sharp growl from her. I realize that this isn’t going to last. I’ve gotten a bit of a pass due to my shoulder.

If you wonder why I want to continue with something that is difficult for me, I’ll try to explain. Unlike many/most guys who want female control and take great comfort in being disciplined, I don’t. So, for me, domestic discipline isn’t following a male-submissive world order. It’s a way to improve communication in a different way. I can’t brush off things Mrs. Lion says that I don’t like. She can’t withhold her true feelings when she is upset with me. By agreement, she’s the law in this den. She enforces it with a paddle or strap. I either learn or have a meeting with her implement of choice.

I suppose I could end this too. At this point, the damage to our relationship wouldn’t be severe.  But I don’t want to stop. No matter how much I hate being spanked, I love that Mrs. Lion is finding her voice. She is doing a wonderful job making me a better man. I don’t want that to end.