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I strapped Lion to the spanking bench last night. I couldn’t get the strap as tight as I would have liked. I should have told him to suck in his gut. I know he’s lost weight. I had to stop a few times to tighten it because he kept wiggling. Of course, he had good reason to wiggle. I started off with a leather paddle, but quickly shifted to wood. And I hit him hard.

I don’t think it was as hard as I can hit him. A few swats (I bet Lion thinks most) were definitely harder than others. I wasn’t trying to bruise him. I just wanted him to know how annoyed I was. He wanted me to spank him for annoying me, right? He shouldn’t have been too surprised when I finally did what he asked for.

He started out with two sore spots from the previous spanking. He started wiggling when I hit one of them. Just for fun, I poked the spots with my finger and asked if that’s where it was sore. I didn’t purposely go for those spots, but they were in a prime location. I couldn’t exactly miss them.

He may have to have his hands tied to the spanking bench too. The past few times, he’s tried to grab my leg to get me to stop. Of course, I’m not stopping until I’m done or he uses the safe word. Maybe I need to add extra hard swats or time when he wiggles away or grabs at me. He needs to know he can’t do that.

I did stop before the timer went off, but that was mostly because as soon as I’d land a swat, blood would trickle out. I didn’t want to splatter blood all over the place. I was wiping it off with a tissue. Next time I’ll have to have a washcloth ready.

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Mrs. Lion promised to spank me in her post on Friday (“The Die is Cast“). She followed through in her usual lioness fashion. As soon as I got out of the shower, she set up the spanking bench. I noticed and, as soon as she set it up, I mounted it. She didn’t say a word. She rarely speaks when she spanks me. She got out a paddle, and as she swatted me, she said this was my warmup. Shortly after that, she asked Alexa to start a ten-minute timer.

She then proceeded to spank me with a variety of wood and leather paddles. It was very intense and I was yelping and kicking my feet the entire time. At one point, it was so painful that I reached back and touched her leg. “Are you trying to grab me?” she asked.

I didn’t answer. I had no idea what she would do if I admitted I was. She swatted harder and faster. When the timer went off, she said, “You asked for more intense, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer. She was hitting too hard for me to get words out. The timer was done, but she wasn’t. As she kept hitting me, she said that I had been bleeding, but she didn’t care. When she finally finished, she went to the bed and put the coconut welcome mat on the bed. “I think this is where your butt goes,” she said.. “If it’s off, you can adjust it.” She gave me her sweet smile.

The mat was in the right place, and it dug into my sore buns. She left the room and went to the kitchen to make dinner. After a while, she returned and told me that she had a reason to spank me after all. I hadn’t finished setting up the coffee maker. She returned to the kitchen without further comment. I tried not to squirm on the irritating mat. After fifteen more minutes, she returned and told me I could remove the mat. It felt very good to lie on the cool sheets.

I have two sore spots, one on each cheek. I can feel them as I sit at my desk writing this post. Mrs. Lion is starting to get her mojo back. She will almost certainly continue turning up the volume if she stays interested in our FLR.

Inertia works two ways. Inaction breeeds more inaction. That’s been Mrs. Lion’s problem over the years. But, once action begins, inertia keeps things going. If Mrs. Lion develops a disciplinary habit, her interest and my corrections will increase in frequency and severity. I want that. Our communication and affection increases in direct proportion with the intensity of our disciplinary marriage.

For the record, my toenails are still unpainted, and my lioness hasn’t put in panties.

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In: Panties, Punishment, Spanking

In an effort to return fun to our power exchange, I ordered some rather humiliating panties in my size. I know that Mrs. Lion sometimes enjoys having me wear panties just because she knows it embarrasses me to wear them. It turns me on when she does things like this that are a bit humiliating. I can’t explain it; I’m just wired this way. The reason it’s fun for her is more complicated.

Mrs. Lion likes games. She enjoys catching me breaking the rules. I’m not talking about the more serious offenses like interrupting or upsetting her. She has trouble punishing me for things like that. However, she likes being able to catch me breaking less emotionally loaded rules like forgetting to make the coffee or not sending her an email. It amuses her to catch me breaking them. I know she doesn’t get aroused by spanking me, but she does enjoy seeing my reaction when I realize I will be paddled. She also likes reminding me that I want her to do this.

Panties fit in this category, too. She likes reminding me that I asked her to make me wear them. I look silly and they aren’t very comfortable to wear. If I’m wearing panties, I cannot pretend she isn’t in cntrol. That’s what I reall want. I like feeling her exercise control. Spanking me is another powerful expression of her control.

In a post the other day she wrote,

“Even Lion can’t explain why he wants to be punished. Well, spanked. What makes that appealing to him? Is it my power over him?  He could get that in less painful ways. Is it the pain? He swears he’s not a masochist. I know he likes the idea of being spanked. He just doesn’t like the actual spanking. Maybe it’s not the pain then.”

Interesting point. What less painful ways was Mrs. Lion thinking about? She never told me. I am certainly open to them in addition to the spanking. She’s absolutely right that it is her power over me. The panties are an effort I’ve made to encourage her to demonstrate that power.

The problem is that she got out of the habit of demonstrating her power. It’s extra work for her. I don’t think that’s the reason she’s basically stopped. I think she got out of the habit. Mrs. Lion knows that I need her to make liberal use of her power on a frequent basis. It doesn’t have to be painful, but it can be, and I’ll welcome it.

So far it’s been my ideas: panties, Spankardy, anal play, and spanking. I’m sure she can come up with her own. Based on the quote from her post, she understands what I need. Catch and punish work well for both of us. We need easy-to-break rules to facilitate that. How she chooses to punish might challenge her creativity.

we are doing two things that look the same but are very different

So far, the lighter side of our power exchange looks exactly the same as the more serious part. The punishments are the same for failing to send an email or annoying my lioness. That’s because I suggested that all offenses be treated with the same degree of seriousness. I made that suggestion because we discovered that it was impossible to spank effectively and at the same time, spank less for lighter offenses. So, all offenses get ten minutes of intense spanking. If I break two rules in a day, the spanking is extended for another five minutes.

This has served us well, but it hasn’t given Mrs. Lion the flexibility she wants. I’m all in favor of giving her that opportunity. My ask is that she demonstrate her power much more frequently. I do want her to spank me. That’s proven effective and also satisfies a deep need. That doesn’t rule out other options. I welcome any that she would like to exercise.

Just as I suggested taking the hour after work to catch up on household stuff, maybe consciously setting time aside for exercising her power each day might be fun for both of us. I know that Mrs. Lion can be very creative when she sets her mind to it.

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Lion has yet another reprieve from setting up the coffee pot. I won’t say he broke it on purpose, but…. (If I really thought he broke it on purpose, we’d have bigger problems than the coffee pot.) I don’t know how long it will be before the new one gets here, but he’s off the hook until then.

Ironically, I was thinking he should have a spanking just because I’m sure he’s done something to annoy me. I’ve been letting him get away with interrupting me. And a few times, after he’s interrupted me, he’s not only said what I was going to say but also gone on to mansplain all about it. It seems to me that warrants a spanking. Apparently, he can’t make it very long before he needs a refresher course on the physics of paddle-meets-butt.

I’m almost positive he was dreaming of a boner shot. Nope. Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night and my sinuses are bothering me, so I can only muster enough strength for a spanking or play, but not both. He’ll have to wait for the boner shot.

We watched our football team absolutely stink up the field for the first half of yesterday’s game. It felt like it was going to be a repeat performance of last week’s debacle. I don’t know what was said in the locker room at halftime, but they came out and did a complete 180. True to form, they took it to the last possible minute before winning. I swear they’re going to give me an ulcer or a heart attack. (I really am glad football is back.)

This morning, I started soaking beans for another try at minestrone soup. Our first batch was good, but it needed more liquid. It was more of a chowder or stew than soup. Once the soup is on its merry way, I can take the garbage out to the curb and whomp a Lion butt. I may have to prioritize things, but I won’t forget to punish him.