When I did the dinner dishes last night, I saw that Lion had not set up the coffee pot. Didn’t I just whomp him for forgetting it last weekend? Maybe he thinks he gets weekends off. I wasn’t going to remind him, and I figured if he didn’t set it up, it wouldn’t go off at 5:30 in the morning instead of 6:30 because of the time change.
When he went to get his contacts out, he said he still had to set up the coffee pot. He didn’t want a repeat of last week’s punishment. Good idea! It wasn’t till later that I remembered the incorrect time. He hadn’t thought of it either. Not a big deal. I changed it. He did the most important part. He saved his butt.
I’m still hesitant to scold him during punishment. I just started talking to him while I’m spanking. Maybe scolding will happen organically if I continue talking to him. It’s hard to say. I had no idea I’d be punishing him when I first started spanking him. I never know what level of depravity I’ll sink to. (Yes, I’m joking.) But he is just the type of guy my mother warned me about.
Last week, when I said I’d have to find a phrase that lets him know he’s in for a world of hurt, I didn’t mean if I was tired. I meant if we were in the middle of the store and he did something that required punishment, I needed some way to tell him that wouldn’t arouse suspicion from other shoppers. Of course, I could say he earned some swats, but the lady squeezing tomatoes might take offense to that. Maybe I could say something along the lines of “do we need to leave right now?”. That might raise some eyebrows, but no one would know what it really means.
I was thinking about the shock collar too. If he’s getting close to trouble, I could hit with a vibration. If he’s crossed the line, I could zap him. People might look at him if he jumped a mile in the air from the zap, but they wouldn’t know what happened to the crazy person. Perhaps we’ll revisit the shock collar.