We’re off on another weekend trip. This time to the shore of the Puget Sound. We are meeting a group of friends at the RV park. I’ve wanted to visit this area since we moved to the Northwest. It’s in the area of the San Juan islands. This part of the world is one of the most unique and beautiful. I look forward to seeing it.
Last night, play and sex took a backseat to other needed activities. For one thing, I need some chinos for my new job. This is the first time since we moved west that I shouldn’t wear jeans to the office. Oh, well; it’s worth it. Almost every company here has absolutely no dress code. Shorts, t-shirt, and flip-flops are completely acceptable business attire. My new employer has a booklet outlining proper dress and grooming. It’s entertaining reading. Obviously this company is not based up here. For the record, there is no prohibition of chastity devices in the workplace.
Equally obvious, my mind is not on enforced chastity or FLR. It’s true that Mrs. Lion spanked me on Wednesday night. Yesterday was punishment day and at dinner I spilled salad dressing on my shirt. By the time we got home, we were too tired to care. What’s happening now isn’t all that different from what happens to other couples when day-t0-day stuff gets in the way of sex. I’m just as tired as Mrs. Lion and very happy to skip the discipline and teasing.
That concerns me. It’s all to easy to let all the work we have done fade into the background. It’s a slippery slope. Of course it isn’t too late. We can agree that we won’t let “other” things get in the way of our FLR and domestic discipline. It’s hard to to do this with so many powerful distractions, especially when we both agree to postpone activities. We are both at fault. We will see if we can come up with a way to get back on track and prevent this from happening again.