I didn’t look at Lion, but I’m sure he wasn’t happy that I dragged the spanking bench out last night. He wants me to spank him for breaking the rules, but he isn’t fond of the idea when it’s actually going to happen. He grudgingly complies with my “request” to get in position. Once I strap him in, he has no other option.
I swatted him a few times with the biggest paddle. He asked if I was going to set a timer. Was he in a rush? He wasn’t going anywhere. I set the ten-minute timer and started to swat him again. The dog tries to console him, but she winds up getting in the way, so I had to stop to put her in her crate. I don’t know how long that took, but it was time off the timer. No problem. I could make it up at the end. That’s when Lion says I keep going “long” after the timer goes off. While that’s true, the past few spankings it has been because I had to corral the dog, which took time away from spanking.
Anyway, it’s been a while since he’s been spanked. I wanted to make sure he got his money’s worth. I used a variety of paddles to get him nice and red all over. I made sure his crack got some attention. And then I started to hit harder. I know. Lion thinks I was hitting hard before this point. Let’s just say I hit harder than the harder I was already hitting. Little blood droplets appeared. It wasn’t bad. Sure he was making my paddle dirty, but that’s the price you pay for whomping a Lion.
By the time I was done with him, his buns were all bloody. Most of that was blood transfer from the paddle. As I swatted the bloody areas, it would get on my paddle, and then I’d hit a non-bloody spot, and the blood from the paddle would stay. I took a picture of his lovely blood-dripping butt before I cleaned it off. It looks worse than it is because of the transfer. That’s not to say it didn’t look bad after I cleaned it. I definitely left my mark.
When I asked Lion if he was sore this morning, he said no. Then he revised that to report some soreness. I told him I was glad my hard work wasn’t wasted. Poor Lion.