Lion didn’t write a post for this morning. He said he didn’t have anything to write about. Poor Lion. He leads such a boring life. It was clear that I had to do something so he’d have enough fodder to write a post for tomorrow.
If you recall, he’d forgotten to set up the coffee pot for the second time in not too many days. Obviously, my first round of swats didn’t have the desired effect. What to do? What to do? I know! More swats. When I cleared the dinner dishes, I brought his spanking pillow back with me. I don’t normally have a paddle in mind. This time I went to our over-the-door shoe holder that stores our paddles and picked out a long, thick one that has a spoon-shaped head although it’s flat. I can never remember which paddle delivers sting or thud, or even which paddle is worse. I think some of the smaller, thinner paddles are meaner than their larger, thicker counterparts. I may be wrong.
It hasn’t really been that long since I whomped him. I don’t think I started out particularly hard. And yet, Lion was whimpering not long after. He was wiggling around a lot too. When he does this, I’m afraid I’ll hit him in a bad spot. I waited, asked him if he was done moving around and continued. He kept telling me it was enough. I didn’t agree. In the past, I would have stopped when he said it was enough. For a while he’s been telling me I don’t hit him long enough or hard enough. If that’s true, then how could it have been enough last night? (Aha! Using his logic against him.) Eventually I got done with his red butt and went to take a shower. He’d have at least fifteen minutes to ponder his buns of fire.
Wednesday night Lion suggested maybe we needed some mechanical help to get him to the edge. Now the Magic Wand was all charged up and ready to go. I got him a little hard with my hand and then substituted in the vibrator. He responded but then it seemed like he stopped responding. I went back to my hand without any better luck. I asked if he wanted me to suck him. Surprisingly, he said he thought the vibrator had been better. No problemo.
My shoulder has been hurting off an on for a few days. When I move a certain way, it’s like someone is poking a bony finger right in the joint. Using the Magic Wand usually hurts my shoulders. I’m reaching over Lion and moving in a weird position. I was glad the joint itself didn’t hurt but the muscles started to. Luckily, Lion was finally moving in the right direction. I know once I stop, my muscles will stop hurting so I don’t have a problem being uncomfortable for a little while as long as I accomplish my goal.
As Lion got closer and closer to the edge, I debated between just edging him or making him wait until New Year’s Eve. Why wait? I let him charge all the way up and over the hill. Afterwards, I realized it was his only orgasm of December. So far, that is. If I take pity on him and give him another one on New Year’s Eve, he’ll have had two. I didn’t plan to do that. He wasn’t feeling well a few nights. I wasn’t feeling well a few nights. He wasn’t interested. I was dealing with a death in the family. He wasn’t super horny and frustrated the whole time, but it was still a 25-day wait.
Finally, when I got the dog her ice cream, I got us some eggnog laced with rum and nutmeg. We had lots of Christmas Eve treats.