Lion is loving his green light to nag me about things being on flat surfaces. I suppose I should have specified that it starts once the flat surface is clear, but it’s not really a big deal. The fact that he’s looking at things that might be his on the table is excellent.
I finally agreed that he deserved to be punished for his remarks about my hair cutting ability, or lack thereof. He insists he doesn’t flip out about things, but I think he does. He was pretty upset about his hair. Yes, it’s short in one spot in the front. Yes, it calmed down a little after his shower. My feeling about bad haircuts is that it’s just hair. It will grow back. If he wants to get back at me, he can give me a haircut. He won’t. He likes my long hair.
Anyway, he earned a punishment. I should have given him his swats before dinner. I like to separate punishment from sex by a few hours. If I punish him after dinner, there’s not really enough time to separate it. Oh well. We do what we can. And what I did was whomp his buns with a rubber paddle. He said the rubber paddle from the other day could have been used all by itself to cause bruises. I picked a different one, but it had the same effect.
I started out slowly because I know the rubber paddle is harsher. Once I revved up to full strength, I could already see bruises forming. In all fairness, he had the beginnings of a bruise the other day. I didn’t want to keep whomping on bruises so I had to stop. I’m sure he learned his lesson. Then he said next time I should use a different paddle to warm up and then use the rubber paddle for bruises. But didn’t he just say…? Yup. He did.
While I was at work yesterday, and we were doing our emails back and forth, Lion alerted me that if I didn’t allow him to orgasm last night he’d only have two orgasms for August. I don’t normally care how many he has in a given month, but I hastened to point out that his having an orgasm isn’t entirely up to me. He hadn’t been able to get to the edge for a while so I had no choice but to make him wait. However, I offered to help things along by applying Icy Hot. When he objected, I asked if he’d rather have tiny clothespins. He didn’t. Of course, I figured the punishment he had coming would do more than the threat of Icy Hot. And it did.
It took some doing but Lion got to the edge and then some. I was rewarded for all my hard work with a nice mouthful of cum. Yum! I guess the wait was worth it.