It may sound silly, but believe it or not, effective spanking takes more than a paddle and a strong arm. No, you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to effectively deal with a bottom that needs attention, but it helps to have a little knowledge.

Sure, you can just swat away, but if you do ,  you won’t have the most fun. I’ve been on both ends of the paddle. For the last 20 years, I’ve been receiving spankings. For over a decade before that I delivered them and taught spanking workshops. I think this puts me in a good position to understand how spankings work.

The first key to effective spanking is to learn how to read your bottom. Anyone who has been spanked knows that it’s impossible to handle a hard paddling without any warmup. This may sound odd since the point of spanking someone is to deliver pain. Whether the spanking is for punishment or part of a BDSM scene, the need to “condition” the target is required

The idea is to start with relatively mild swats and note the reaction. Increase force until you get a strong response. This can be screams, kicking feet, demands to stop, or loud grunting. Of course, you have a safe word. Mine is “red.” If I use that, Mrs. Lion stops at once. As long as I don’t use my safe word, she proceeds.

For maximum effect–the most misery for me–the spanking follows a specific pattern. First, my body pumps hormones that make me more immune to pain. The spanked area begins to get numb. So, effective spanking has to advance force to keep ahead of the numbness. The longer you spank, the harder  you have to swat as you continue.

For optimum effect, once you get going, you should increase the force until you get just past your bottom’s limit. You want him to start to lose control. When it looks like he is about ready to safe word, back off. Don’t stop swatting, just reduce force to a level that gets yelps and kicking. Then, increase force again until you go just past his limit. Keep this pattern up for the rest of the spanking.

We’ve found that ten minutes is the minimum time for an effective spanking. Mrs. Lion sets a timer. She usually doesn’t stop when the timer goes off, which I hate. She continues until she decides I’ve had enough.

Many bottoms go through several phases during a spanking. The first is initial shock. This is where warmup is critical. The next phase, I call it “punishment.”–Mrs. Lion generally stops during this phase–is where most of the suffering happens. If you want to go for tears, the force has to increase and stay just past the limit of the bottom. There’s no backing off. Normally, the bottom will get angry during this phase. He will probably need to be restrained. This is serious stuff and not for the faint of heart.

If the anger phase is continued,it will eventually cause a dramatic change. The anger will disappear and be replaced by crying. I’ve never cried during a spanking, but those who have say it’s cathartic. Mrs. Lion has spanked me into the angry phase. I hate it. Oh yeah, I’m supposed to. In fact, this is probably a very important part of punishment spanking. Tears are nice, but anger is necessary. It means the spanking has triggered the fight-or-flight instinct.

This is important. Fight or flight engages the lizard brain. It is an instinctive response to a perceived threat. Since the bottom can’t escape (light) or fight since he is restrained, he is forced to accept that he has no control of the situation. This isn’t something I think about during the spanking. I can’t. I’m too busy with my strong emotions.

The value for me comes after Mrs. Lion is done. The anger quickly fades. I’m not happy, but I almost always sense a change. This only happens when I’m punished, and Mrs. Lion pushes me into the anger phase. Something else happens, too. My behavior changes. I don’t always mean to change, but I do. For example, Mrs. Lion made a rule that I would be punished if I spilled food on my shirt. Yeah, I did that often. Once she started spanking me every time I spilled, I did it less often. Now, I almost never spill. It wasn’t a conscious change.  The spanking worked. My lizard brain changed my behavior. I was conditioned not to spill.

The same thing happened with masturbation. Mrs. Lion locked me in a male chastity device for over three years. I was only let out when supervised. I couldn’t masturbate. Mrs. Lion made a serious rule that masturbation was not allowed. The male chastity device enforced it. I am conditioned not to jerk off. I haven’t in almost eleven years. I’m sure that I never will again. I can’t.

What if she had a way to know if I jerked off and spanked me each time I did? I’m pretty sure that I would have learned just as well. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to monitor me 24/7. The male chastity device took care of that problem.

The main difference between behavior correction spanking and “play” spanking is intention. Punishment spanking is intended to help change behavior. It doesn’t matter if the change is trivial or serious—every infraction is punished. Play spanking is administered because the bottom wants/needs to be spanked. Intensity can be just as strong as a punishment.

All adult spankings should be consensual. I’ve agreed that Mrs. Lion can spank me as she sees fit. That doesn’t mean I will be happy about receiving a punishment spanking. I hate them. But I agreed that I needed her to do this for me. I want her to help me improve. Spanking is something I need.

 

Four days ago, I did a shot of Edex and had a very nice oral orgasm. Over the last few days, Mrs. Lion has been putting out panties for me to wear. I’ve been feeling rather frisky. I felt stirring between my legs. After Mrs. Lion finished work yesterday, I took 60mg of generic Viagra (3 20mg tabs). I was curious to see if it might work. I told Mrs. Lion we had to wait thirty minutes for the drug to work.

A half-hour later, Mrs. Lion went to work. I got hard! It was a full erection. Mrs. Lion jerked me off to orgasm. I didn’t produce any semen, but still… We were both surprised. It’s been over a year since I was able to get hard without injecting a boner drug.

I had morning wood this morning. That’s something that hasn’t happened in years.

What the hell?

I know that there is no organic reason why I had severe ED. My testosterone was tested and found to be well within normal levels. I have no prostate issues and no other organic issues. The urologist I’ve been seeing for the ED problem thought it might just be an aging issue: “manopause?”

It could also be psychological. That’s behind a lot of ED. There was no way to know. The evidence suggests that’s my problem. Am I suggesting that some deep-seated need to wear women’s underwear was behind my ED? I don’t think so. Cross-dressing has never appealed to me.

The answer might be just as simple as Mrs. Lion’s decision to exercise sexual control. It can’t be simple domination. She’s been spanking me consistently with no erection improvement. So what’s different now?

Part of it is that her (no prompting from me) decision to make me do something triggered sexual thinking for me. Spanking can alos work, but only if associated with a reason she invents. If I’m right, it’s not too complicated.

I’m surprised at my reaction to such a simple change. I started thinking back about what I wrote about over the years. Mrs. Lion has done a great job of most of what I suggested. Recently, there’s been a change. It’s subtle but very significant. Some of the activity has continued, but was limited to the action, not the underlying reason for doing it.

The easiest example is spanking. Mrs. Lion spanks me fairly regularly. She understands that it’s important to me. Is it the spanking that I need, or is it something else? Simply paddling me doesn’t get my motor running very well. It should. I’ve wanted it forever.  Could it be that expressing a desire to be spanked isn’t the real need?

I’m sure that it isn’t. That’s the problem. Mrs. Lion often follows my lead. I need spanking; she spanks me. Job done. Spanking is the obvious physical activity. Why would I want it? That’s the question she didn’t answer. I’m pretty sure that she knows, but for reasons of her own limited her participation to the obvious end game.

Spanking works for me only if there is a reason for it. She knows that. She refers to “punishing me.” Right! I need that more than just paddling. It’s a game that involves understanding what pushes my buttons and then building a little drama around it. Catching me doing something “wrong” and punishing me for it is what I need. Silently spanking me doesn’t touch that deeper need. Obviously, it’s harder to set the scene and follow through at punishment time. I get it, but that’s what works.

The same is true of sex. Why did I want my cock locked in a male chastity device? It was because I wanted to feel Mrs. Lion’s sexual control. Why is wearing panties exciting? Same reason. Waiting for me to ask for an orgasm and then giving me oral sex or a handjob doesn’t work. It’s providing the end activity without any surrounding scene setting.

All this stuff is my version of foreplay. It’s more than that. It’s what feeds my sexual and emotional health. I need it.

It isn’t all that easy to provide. It requires thought and planning. It takes time and consistent effort. I get that. It’s why professional dominants get paid so much. It isn’t their ablity to use toys. It’s the emotional environment they create for their clients. They determine what works for the client and then they provide it. If they fail, he won’t be coming back.

I’m not going anywhere. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t provide the environment that works for me, then we’ll be back to Edex. We may be back to it anyway, but I’ll have a lot more fun if she discovers what works and then follows through.

Heart paddle on lion's butt

Our blog is Mrs. Lion’s main way of communicating with me about our domestic discipline. In her post “An Old, Married Couple,” she let me know that I was going to be spanked for pissing her off. It’s true that she snarled at me a few times but never suggested I would be punished, that is, until her post. I asked her if she planned to spank me. She gave me that you’re-a-silly-lion look and said yes.

Other times, when I broke a rule, she limited her comment to a reminder that I missed something. She almost (maybe always) never said she would be punishing me. I can’t remember any time she told me that she was going to spank me. I’m not sure that means anything. She spanks me when she decides I need it. But maybe there is a reason she never tells me what she is going to do.

She is even less outgoing about interrupting or annoying her. I understand that and I’m glad she can use the blog to inform me of offenses. Mrs. Lion has made a lot of changes to support my need for spanking/punishment. It’s not easy to integrate becoming a disciplinarian into an otherwise-vanilla marriage. She isn’t sexually interested in dominating me. She isn’t turned on by spanking me. It took her a long time to learn how to spank me without feeling bad about hurting me.

She works hard to assume her role, but it’s not easy. I’m glad that she’s willing to discipline me. I’m also happy she can use the blog to communicate her intentions. Some couples use emails for this purpose. It’s a lot easier to discuss sensitive subjects like this in writing. When Mrs. Lion worked away from home, she would also use email to let me know when I was in trouble. I would also use it to let her know when I was horny.

I don’t mind this at all. I would prefer being told I earned punishment, but how I find out isn’t really important. What counts is that Mrs. Lion consistently punishes me when I do something she doesn’t like. That’s what I need.

Spanked butt
This is Lion after just ten minutes of 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.