Poor Lion always has to come up with new ways to help me. He even asked if I wanted to give up domestic discipline. I don’t. I just need a brain transplant to help me figure it out. One minute I’m ok with it and the next I’m not. This morning I realized I’m the same way with the amount of tasks I have to perform around here. Sometimes I’m fine when a few more are added at the last minute and sometimes I get overwhelmed. When other people are overwhelmed at work I’m fairly good at telling them they can only do what they can do. The rest will have to wait. I need to take my own advice.
This morning, Lion was itemizing the things that need to be done on the trailer before our first trip in a few weeks. Some of them are last minute things like stocking it with food. Other things can be done today. I didn’t feel overwhelmed with that. I may once we get doing it, but for now I’m confident we can get it done. This is the first time I’ll be doing some of the prep work. Lion can point and explain, but he can’t do most things yet. Of course, when we’re on the trip, I’ll be doing all of the hookups myself rather than just helping Lion. As long as he doesn’t start ordering me around, I don’t think I’ll have a problem.
After the other day’s plant watering fiasco, I still wasn’t sure if I was going to punish him or not. When I chose a paddle and said it was time for maintenance swats, Lion said I don’t really have to do maintenance every night. (We had skipped a night, but I guess he was just trying to be helpful.) I told him we could skip the maintenance swats, but there was the matter of the plant punishment. (If he can be helpful, so can I.) I think I gave him only six or eight hard swats. Just enough to get his cheeks a lovely rosy shade. He said he couldn’t take any more. I bet he could have. I bet he would have if I had decided to whomp him more.
I’m not sure it was the punishment swats that got him all excited or if he was just genuinely horny, but he was hard almost immediately when we started to snuggle. [Lion — Mrs. Lion gave me permission to take a Cialis. That’s what did it.] I was only going to edge him. He’d had me read an article about ruined orgasms that proposed that ruined orgasms were actually a way of prolonging sex and therefore should not be considered “ruined” at all. So I was jerking Lion off wondering if I should edge him, go for a ruined orgasm or go for a full orgasm. He hasn’t been edged and left hanging in a long time. It’s been even longer since his last ruined orgasm. Still, I’m trying to get a good ejaculation out of him. Part of me thinks edging him and making him wait will be a good way to stockpile semen for a nice orgasm. Another part of me can’t wait that long. Guess which one won last night. [Lion — I’m still taking pain relieving drugs on an “as needed” basis. I think that when I take more, semen disappears.]
Yup. I can’t make up my mind about anything. I’m working on it though. And Lion is helping me.