Spanking Our Way To Marital Bliss
Adult spanking, at least the way we practice it, is a consensual activity. I asked Mrs. Lion to spank me. I’m far from alone. I haven’t discovered any consensual spanking couples who started because the spanker wanted to paddle her spouse. Disciplinary spankings are initiated by the person who is to be disciplined.
The fantasies that drive us to ask our wives to spank us are almost always the opposite. The scenario is that a wife is tired of her husband’s disregard of his duties or his disrespect for her. She gives him an ultimatum: Accept disciplinary spankings or the marriage is over. Consent is present, but she is demanding it.
As I said before, I can’t find a single real-life case when this happened. There’s a good reason it hasn’t. What wife wants to believe that her husband needs that kind of discipline? What husband is so irresponsible that he can’t sustain a marriage without being spanked? I’m sure that there are marriages where the husband is out of control. I’m also sure that the last thing his wife is considering is spanking him. She’s calling her lawyer.
Once we accept the reality that adult spanking is initiated by the person who is to be spanked, we can think about what really goes on in disciplinary marriage. Mrs.Lion and I have been in one for over ten years. She has not evolved into a benign dictator who rules my life. She has no interest in taking on that role. How many wives do?
The way it works here is that Mrs. Lion considers what she wants to enforce with her paddle. For her, the easiest are rules centered around things I need to do around the house. Other rules cover behaviors that she wants to change. She isn’t interested in making me into a different man. But since I want her to spank me, why not correct some annoying habits?
Well, that last bit is easier said than done. She has no problem spanking me if I forget a chore. It’s actually fun for her to catch me. The spanking itself isn’t necessarily fun for her to administer, but she doesn’t mind beating me. Her fun comes from catching me. She takes pride in delivering an effective spanking that properly reddens my bottom and makes me yelp.
It turns out that she has a lot of trouble punishing me for interrupting her. I don’t fully understand why that is a problem, but it is. Based on what she’s said, things get complicated in her mind when it comes to deciding to punish me for annoying her. Was it really my fault? She hates the idea of being unfair. This sort of thinking stops her almost every time. I’ve said that I don’t mind if it turns out to be unfair. I want her to spank me anyway.
We can’t seem to get past this problem. Currently, she will give me “Just Because” spankings if I’ve gone too long without earning a punishment. When she delivers a “Just Because” spanking, she almost always says that I earned it by interrupting her. It seems to me that it is a small step from “Just Because” to “You interrupted me.” It isn’t for Mrs. Lion.
I know that I’m overdue for a spanking. Mrs. Lion told me that I interrupted her and forgot to get my medicine packets (a chore she tracks). However, the spanking(s) haven’t come. There are good reasons they haven’t. Mrs. Lion has an overwhelming list of things needed here. I get it.
We are much happier when Mrs. Lion consistently enforces my rules. It may seem odd, but we feel closer and more connected when she frequently uses her paddles. I don’t want her to spank me, but I need her to do it anyway. We need to restore the balance we both love.
Cranky Spankee
I am not in the mood to be spanked. Am I ever in the mood for that? Well, if I’m thinking about being spanked, the answer is “yes.” But if Mrs. Lion says she wants me to mount the spanking bench, the answer is almost always “No.” Surprised?
In her post, “A Day In My Life,” she says that she may get around to spanking me today (Tuesday). It has been nine days since the last time I rode the spanking bench. She pointed out that I’d been interrupting and forgetting to get my medicine packets. I don’t recall interrupting, but I have definitely been forgetting my packets.
Mrs. Lion knows that if she wants me to change, she has to be consistent in punishing me when I break a rule. Mrs. Lion knows this. When she decides to get serious about enforcement, I’ll find out. I’m always the second to know.
Punishment spankings are easy to recognize. Mrs. Lion always takes at least the full ten minutes, and she often uses wood paddles, which are the most painful. When I’m spanked for a reason, it’s always more painful, and the pain lingers for days.
My lioness has been under the weather lately. She may have a cold that just hangs on and on. This prevents her from having the energy to swat my bottom. I understand. Take your time and wait until you feel better.
Given the huge backlog of work around here, it’s no wonder that she isn’t feeling well. The house is still full of unopened moving boxes, and progress in unpacking has been slow. It’s not her fault. Mrs. Lion only has so much energy and hours in her day. Catching and punishing me can feel like too much on top of everything else.
I understand and can wait. Oh yeah. I can wait.
A Day In My Life
It was cooler yesterday. I was a little chilly sitting at my desk but not enough to do anything about it. By afternoon, I was warmer. Obviously, the sun was out and the day had warmed up, but I wasn’t feeling all that great either. After work, “we” took the chick peas that had been soaking and put them in a pot with some spices. They had to cook for at least 45 minutes. I was going to take a shower, but there was still the matter of an update for the car’s navigation, which failed yet again.
By the time the chick peas were done, I was feeling a little worse. I tore the freezer apart, looking for something I swear was in there. With that option unavailable, we decided to have stew. More running around to get that going and I realized my legs were unhappy holding me vertical. How could I go from being a little chilly in the morning to feeling hot and horrible in the afternoon? When I got up around 2:30 AM to pee, my legs felt heavy, but by morning I was fine again.
Lion, obviously, did not get swatted last night. I never told him he would. He’d had a very nice orgasm on Sunday. The last one, a week prior, was not satisfying at all. This one was. I didn’t get any cream filling, but he was very happy. Very happy. Big silly grin happy. I like making him happy.
Maybe tonight I’ll have enough energy to spank him. He’s been interrupting and forgetting his pills a lot lately. His plan is to collect his pills when he turns off the bathroom fan a while after his shower. Maybe he should collect the pills after his shower. I can always turn off the fan. There’s no rule about that.
The Power Of Restraint
Restraint is powerful. When I’m naked with my wrists and ankles securely fastened to the four corners of a bed, hormones start to flow. I’m helpless and exposed. My erection betrays my excitement at being helpless and vulnerable. I have no control. When the bed is in a dungeon party, people can walk up and see. I watch them smile as they see my partner applying clothespins to my balls.
The men wince each time a new one is applied while the women smile. My partner asks if anyone wants to help, and a woman I don’t know steps forward. My partner smiles and hands her several. New hands lifted my balls as their owner looked for likely targets for the pinchy clothespins. She smiles at me. I give her an encouraging smile.
What else could I do? My legs were spread wide and firmly locked in place. The woman tried a clothespin on different spots. When she found one that made me wince, she left it in place. Slowly, one by one, the clothespins found painful homes. I tried to diguise my discomfort, but she knew when she struck gold. My partner was smiling. She said something to the woman and then stepped back. The stranger kept up her hunt for new painful targets.
I have no idea how many clothespins ended up on my balls, cock, and perineum. Together, they played a symphony of pain. I had long stopped paying any attention to the small crowd watching my show. My full attention was focused on the woman responsible for my discomfort. Finally, she stopped and smiled.
“Would you like me to take them off now?”
I nodded. She pulled them off one by one. She didn’t bother squeezing them open. She just grabbed the clothespin and pulled it off. I yelped as each one came off. She gave me time to fully appreciate the pain, then she removed another. This went on until they were all off.
Then, she gently grabbed my hard cock and said, “I see you like pain.”
I didn’t respond. I saw her look at my partner, who smiled and nodded. A silent message had passed between the women. The stranger’s hand began moving. It felt wonderful. She was looking into my eyes and smiling. Her hand moved faster. I felt the excitement building. I came with a loud groan. The woman milked every drop out of me. She wiped her hand off on my leg and walked away.
I never saw her again.
