An Hour Long Spanking?
I guess I’m spanking Lion tonight for sure. He technically already had an offense on the books. Last night he forgot his pills again. I don’t think he reminded me today is punishment day, and I just realized he hasn’t been sending me emails. In his defense, I always forgot about the emails. In fact, the last one he sent was March 1. Does that mean I can whomp him for many, many, many days of missing it?
He will have to be content with a ten, maybe fifteen, -minute spanking tonight. Whatever hurt feelings he may have over the missing punishment pales in comparison to the hurt buns he’d have if I were to give him an hour long spanking. (I didn’t actually calculate how long the spanking would be, but I’m sure neither of us could stand an hour.)
I don’t know if I’ll stick to leather or if I’ll throw in some swats with a wood paddle. It stands to reason that leather would allow me to hit longer than wood and still maintain a non-bloody butt. Maybe I’ll save wood until the very end so I can go for some lasting memories.
“I Do It Because I Love Him”
A reader commented on my post, “Mrs. Lion’s New Paddle Is On The Way.” It was a typical question from, shall we say, an uninformed reader:
“Does Mrs. Lion ever paddle other submissive men who need it. I think she would be in great demand.
Mr. Lion, what do you crave and like so much about hard spankings?”
I usually delete comments like this, but this time, Mrs. Lion responded. Her response is very telling:
“I do not spank anyone else. I do it for Lion because he wants it and I love him.”
A very sweet response. The reader, he calls himself Johnsk, is clearly living in his fantasy world. Ms. Lion and almost every other disciplinary wife spanks her husband because he has a need she is fulfilling. One of my goals is to help other men understand the realities of male chastity and domestic discipline.
Everyone loves stories. Men who fantasize about being spanked have a lot of stories they can read about men being punished and paddled. Virtually all of them are written to turn on the men who dream about being spanked. Very few are honest perspectives from the women who do the spanking.
Some women get sexually aroused when they spank a man. A subset of them get turned on when they punish a man for an infraction. The reality is that this is not a very high percentage of spanking wives. I’ve known women who get aroused by spanking a man. I’ve never met any who actively search for male butts to spank. I’m sure there are some, but for practical purposes, assuming our wives are in that group makes no sense.
Mrs. Lion has been spanking me for almost two decades. It took her years to become comfortable, spanking me as hard as I needed. It never turned her on. For many years, it bothered her to hurt me. Eventually, she understood that those painful spankings were good for me, and therefore, an act of love.
I spent a long time as a top. Sometimes, spanking a woman turned me on. Often it didn’t. I did it as a service to her. I also enjoyed the skill I could display in doing a “good” job on her bottom. The point is that the person delivering the spanking doesn’t necessarily share the feelings that the person being spanked has. Ironically, most spankers understand this, but the spankees almost never do. This is clearly illustrated in the comment we received.
Even if Mrs. Lion doesn’t get pleasure from spanking me, she enjoys seeing the positive effect it has on me. Let’s face it, spanking is work. In the context of domestic discipline, it isn’t fun. It’s punishment. Punishing someone is work, too. My point is that it doesn’t make sense to believe that letting someone spank you is a reward in itself. Getting someone to spank you is an enormous favor to you. Because Mrs. Lion loves me, and because it helps correct small behavioral issues, she spanks me. It isn’t her hobby or profession. Please don’t ask her to spank you. She won’t.
Still A Lot To Do
I have been trying to bank extra hours at work to make up for leaving early Friday to take Lion to a doctor’s appointment. When I get off work, there’s usually something that needs to be done, not including unpacking, and when I finally sit down, it’s time to get back up to make dinner. My coffee break is used for doing chores; today was starting the laundry. My lunch break is also used for chores. We get food deliveries and packages from Amazon on an almost daily basis that I have to bring in and open/put away. Is it any wonder I’m less interested in spanking Lion?
Yes, there will always be something that needs to be done. Always. My breaks and lunches have been spent on chores for months, long before we had to move. The chores have just multiplied with the move. First, it was packing. Now it’s unpacking. I have several boxes sitting around partially unpacked because something was needed. Lion’s mantra of “unpack it and put it right away” works if I know where that “away” is. Sometimes, it’s buried under other boxes. Sometimes, there never was an “away,” and that’s why the house was always a mess.
I’m not on the verge of punching a tree, but I’m heading in that direction. Lion has suggested that I used some of that frustration to spank him. Oh, he doesn’t really want that. I might hurt him for real. Do I have anger management issues? I think I just have a low threshold for frustration. Or maybe it’s actually high, and I have a lot of frustration. In either case, I won’t be whomping Lion in the heat of it.
That said, I do owe him some swats. He forgot to get his pills the other night. And, of course, tomorrow is punishment day. He’s been doing better getting his pills, and he also put on his necklace that he stopped wearing when his allergies were bothering him. Two wins for the Lion. Two wins for me, too, since I don’t have to swat him when he behaves.
I also have to work on the length between orgasms. It was unintentionally long last time. Between unpacking and one of us not feeling well, we could not get anything going. We did try once, a few days before his last orgasm. It was an experiment to see if he needed the Edex anymore. Spoiler alert: he does. But it was fun trying anyway.
Mrs. Lion’s New Paddle Is On The Way
As you probably gathered from her last post (“I Can Whomp Him With Any Paddle“), Mrs. Lion wasn’t particularly excited to learn that I ordered a new paddle. I guess it isn’t the gift she was looking for. If I’m going to be honest about it, the gift is for me. The big question is, why do I think we need it?
Over the last few decades, I’ve bought or been gifted many impact toys. We have many more paddles, whips, floggers, straps, and slappers than any couple needs. We could supply a decent-sized dungeon. You could argue that there really isn’t anything new for me to add. You’d be wrong.
Our collection consists of wood and rubber paddles, slappers, and straps. We also have a few very nice floggers. Mrs. Lion isn’t fond of them; she prefers paddles. We have a five-layer leather slapper that she unearthed last week. She hasn’t used it.
Over the years, I’ve neglected leather paddles. The main reason is that most are poorly made with two layers of leather and a piece of spring steel between them. It’s adult store crap. Very few quality leather paddles are around.
The main reason for this is that leather, by its very nature, is flexible. To achieve the degree of stiffness required to make a serious paddle calls for multiple layers of thick leather bonded together. I made a paddle like this a long time ago. It was very effective. I have no idea what’s become of it.
Anyway, I did a Google search for leather paddles and found a craftsman who makes the kind of leather paddle I believe will be effective. I ordered one, and it’s on the way. When it comes to paddles, the word “effective” means painful. If I’m forced to think about it, I must admit that I am the architect of my misery. I just ordered yet another instrument that will make me miserable.
Maybe part of it is my long history as a top. That part of me seeks efficient tools to provide pain. As the bottom, I understand that Mrs. Lion will enjoy the efficiency and I will suffer the pain. Stupid lion! Welcome to my world.
