As far as I know, we have no plans this weekend. I’ll run out in a little while in search, locally, for some huckleberries and that may result in some jam if we can find a recipe, but at this point, there are no plans. That means we should be able to play earlier. I am famous for saying we’ll play early and then never doing it. I am famous for saying we’ll do X or Y and then we never do it. Talk is cheap. But today I have a good feeling that things will be different.
I have plans for Lion. I have plans for his balls. My weenie is nearby and will suffer too. Regardless of the huckleberries and any possibilities of jam, Lion will be wearing the prickly jock strap again. By the time this post publishes, Lion will be in the jock strap. For how long? I don’t know. I assume it will be at least an hour. In case that doesn’t seem like a lot, imagine tiny little spikes stabbing you in your most intimate of areas. Every time you move, stab. Even if you don’t move, the points that have already found their way into you are still stabbing. It’s uncomfortable. I don’t think I could handle it even long enough to have the straps tightened. Luckily, I don’t have to.
When I started this post, I was going to say I’d decided to give Lion a punishment spanking just because. It wouldn’t have been a maintenance spanking. Those don’t work. I was going to give a full on punishment spanking. He hasn’t had one in a while. That’s good news. And it isn’t. Lion’s been behaving himself. But then he’s forgotten what it’s like to be punished. Sometimes he needs to be reminded. But then I remembered my idea of having him wear the prickly jock strap. I’d much rather do that than give him a punishment spanking when he hasn’t earned it.
I know they’re not the same thing. The spikes do not equal a punishment. They aren’t supposed to. Ultimately, I was looking for a way to get things back to normal. Lion needs to want sex again. I know he’s horny. I have to help him be horny enough to make it to the edge. When I told him to snap out of it the other day, I didn’t mean he had to do it by himself. I’m hoping a spanking or the prickly jock strap will get us at least part of the way there. I’m not giving up. I hope he won’t either.