I didn’t feel like spanking Lion last night. I’m pretty sure he didn’t feel like being spanked. Rather than let it slide, I decided the show must go on. I brought the spanking bench in and got it all set up. Lion didn’t take the hint. I had to invite him to get in position. While he has automatically gotten into place in the past, I haven’t made it a requirement. As long as he does it when he’s told to, I won’t add any time.
Sometimes it’s difficult for me to tell how hard I’m hitting. I may think I’m starting slow, but Lion yelps at every blow. Of course, this doesn’t necessarily mean I’m hitting particularly hard. Maybe Lion is just in a more sensitive mood. I can’t judge things by when he starts to bleed, either. Certain paddles summon the blood, while others don’t. If I’m using a paddle that normally doesn’t produce blood, but blood comes, does that mean I’m being meaner, or is Lion’s hide in a more sensitive mood?
Last night I didn’t think I was hitting particularly hard in the beginning, nor do I think I was using the blood-producing paddles. Nevertheless, he was bleeding before the five-minute mark. It looked like a bruise was forming on his left cheek. Another might have been developing on the right. Then I lost sight of both because of the blood I was transferring with each swat.
I told him he was bleeding all over my paddles. The only solution he offered was to stop hitting him. What a silly idea! However, I did decide to stop. If those bruises were forming, I’d done my job. He should feel them when he sits today. I wiped the blood from his buns and put the towel on the bed, so he didn’t bleed on the sheets. He wasn’t bleeding profusely. It was just a trickle, but it was enough to make a mess. Just before bed, he said his butt hurt. Nice.
Last week sometime, Lion said I should be a little more vocal when I swat him. This is from a man who barely makes a sound during sex. Oh well. I must have taken what he said to heart because I found myself talking to him as I delivered the blows. I didn’t do it consciously. I guess it just made sense to do it last night. I can’t guarantee I’ll do it next time or any time after. Maybe it will keep happening automatically. Is this the first step to automatically catching him for annoying me? Am I a driverless car? Sweet!
[Lion — The “talking” I hoped Mrs. Lion would do was to tell me why I was being punished. I don’t usually get that right.]