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As you might have guessed from Mrs. Lion’s post yesterday, she’s frazzled. Her Job is difficult and highly detail-oriented. Their business software vendor has experienced a serious problem and she hasn’t had access to any of the records she needs for the last week. She’s doing the best she can under very difficult conditions.

She wrote that I didn’t get the coffee ready for Thursday morning. Actually, I did get set up and then we decided on a second pot Wednesday. I never got back to repeat the setup. When Mrs. Lion went to make breakfast, she had to get the pot ready. When she brought the tray in, she said that I wasn’t going to be punished for not setting up the coffee pot. My morning fuzzy brain eventually put the pieces together and I thanked her. Later, after reading her post, I realized that maybe she was being too nice.

She said that I had fulfilled my duty the first time I set up the pot. She had a point. I set it up expecting the next use would be on Thursday morning. Then, after thinking about it a bit, I wondered if maybe she was being too kind. Was this the same thing as excusing me for interrupting or annoying her because she wasn’t sure I was the root cause of her anger? I suppose that’s possible. Mrs. Lion is very kind. The last thing she wants to be is unfair to me. I am grateful for that and for the love she shows me.

Then, I realized that this situation wasn’t about being fair. It was about two completely different things: First, to our surprise, we’ve learned that consistent enforcement is an effective way to train me. I should have been trained well enough to set that coffee pot up 20 times in a day if that was what we needed. Second, we are out of practice again. Since the idea of maintenance spankings doesn’t work for us, any chance to punish me for a valid reason is valuable because it keeps both of us properly focused on our FLR.

I think this is especially important at times like this when Mrs. Lion is under so much stress. If nothing else, it is a distraction for her. It’s also an area of her life that she controls. Just my two cents.

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The other night there was a prize on “Wheel of Fortune” for a Caribbean getaway and they showed a woman on a beach. At that moment, I wanted to be on that beach. I don’t necessarily like the beach, but I wanted to be right there so badly. I think it’s more the warm weather and not having to deal with work for a few days.

I had planned to take next week off, but I did that just to block a coworker from getting it off. When the boss caved and let her have it too, I decided to work instead of taking days off. Boy, I wish I’d kept them. I could use less stress about now.

I have been a little short with Lion lately. It’s work frustration bleeding over into private life. It’s like I can’t take one more thing on my plate. Luckily, he was on the plate already. Yesterday, he made a second pot of coffee. Normally, if only one of us wants more coffee, we use the Keurig. I guess it’s cheaper, or maybe just better coffee, if we use the coffee maker.

Lion made a comment that he’d get in trouble because he wouldn’t remember to set it up again. He forgot to set it up again for today. This morning I told him I counted the second pot as him setting up the coffee pot. He wouldn’t get whomped because I had to do it this morning. Wasn’t that nice of me? I thought so. Lion said he was trying to remember to do it, but sometimes I get the coffee pot to the kitchen so late he forgets. What?

First of all, the coffee pot never left the kitchen the second time. And I think you mean, “Thank you for not whomping my butt.” I know some days I leave the tray in the bedroom until mid-morning. I’ve been trying to do better. If it’s not cleaned out and dry by the time he wants to set it up, it throws him off. He thinks he’ll make a mess if he empties the grounds. Maybe he will. Maybe he won’t. But I still think he meant to say thank you rather than tell me how things are my fault when they clearly weren’t.

That was this morning. Last night, I tried to get him to the edge. I didn’t do any BDSM. I probably should have. My head’s been so full of work nonsense that I didn’t think of it until I was already sucking him. I did take a while longer before I actually tried to edge him. I let my tongue explore a bit to get him more turned on. I guess it worked to some extent. He was fairly hard most of the way. He lost it a little but I managed to get him back again. Magic tongues can do that, you know.

He never did make it to the edge. But he had fun. It felt good and if I can’t get him to the edge, at least I can make it feel good. Tonight I’ll try to remember to do something BDSM-ish. I want him to be frustrated.

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We are hunkered down in our cozy house. Mrs. Lion’s boss agreed to let her work from home every day. I’m glad. Even though we really need the money, it wouldn’t be worth the risk of having her go to work. Her office has taken a pretty casual approach toward protecting employees. Since several tested positive in the last few days, they have tightened up a bit. Mrs. Lion can do her job just as well from here.

A couple of weeks ago, I ordered new underpants. I got tired of my plain, white ones, so I replaced them with grey and black. It isn’t really an extravagance. I get 7 pairs for $17 from Amazon. When they arrived, I put them away in my underwear drawer. I realized this morning that I haven’t needed to wear anything other than a t-shirt for over two weeks. Mrs. Lion gets dressed every day. I like the contrast.

I feel myself getting horny again. That’s a relief. I’m sure Mrs. Lion will be teasing me again. I wonder why my libido is giving me trouble. One possible cause is that I expending my sexual energy on writing. I have no idea if that makes sense. Maybe we need some spanking or other BDSM action. It’s been a week or so since my play spanking. I mentioned that we haven’t played Spankardy in a long time. Mrs. Lion just agreed. I guess she isn’t feeling particularly playful. When she isn’t, my interest in sex drops off.

Even though she isn’t interested in sex for herself, my interest still depends a lot on her. I can’t help it, but sex for me feels like a favor she is doing for me. When she seems to want to do things, whether it is spanking, or something else, I interpret it as interest on her part. I wonder if she would be happier if I just stopped wanting to get off. I suppose that if we didn’t do anything for a long time, I might lose my libido too.

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I am a creature of habit. Not that I don’t go with the flow, but if the flow is interrupted too much I get thrown off. This mess with our computers at work and coworkers getting COVID and now we have to pick up our camper that’s been happily residing at the repair shop for months is getting to me. Oh, and it’s the end of the year which is traditionally not my favorite anyway. I’ve been on the phone more the past week than I’ve been in the entire year. I hate the phone. I feel like everything needs to be done by yesterday. So when Lion asked if I was doing a post, well, let’s just say it was more fuel for the fire.

I don’t know if that’s part of the reason I didn’t follow through as much with Lion last night. I was playing with him under the blankets and it didn’t seem like he was in the mood. At a certain point, I had to move because watching TV over my shoulder hurts my neck. From my point of view, Lion wasn’t in the mood, although I didn’t actually ask. I assumed, which definitely makes an ass of me. I think it was more than an hour later, Lion asked if I just wasn’t in the mood. Huh? I thought he was the one not in the mood. He said he doesn’t normally get hard when I play with him under the blankets. He got hard on Monday night. Is my memory that short? Do I really not realize that he doesn’t get hard under the blankets? I thought he did. At least a little. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

We’ve had the discussion recently that maybe all I have to do is “insist” that he get hard and he’ll probably respond. I don’t know if it was cold in the bedroom. I came out of the shower and snuggled under the covers with him. I don’t remember if he said he was cold. I don’t remember any conversation about coming out from under the blankets. I just assumed he wasn’t interested because he didn’t even seem to be attempting to get hard. I don’t remember any purring from him. Work must really be frying my brain.

Tonight I’ll turn off work at five and pay more attention to Lion. Unless he verbalizes that he’s not in the mood, I’ll do my best to get him hard and to the edge. I think we’re at day 17. He should be coming up on orgasm time, but he can’t have one until I edge him for a day or so. And he can’t get to the edge until I figure out what the hell I’m doing.