Before I could spank Lion last night, he’d earned himself another punishment. This time I wasn’t so nice about the coffee pot. I gave him a pass the day before, but not yesterday. He says he was working on his book and then he got tired so he took a nap. So? I did a bunch of stuff yesterday, took a nap and still had to make dinner and clean up from dinner. And I still managed to spank a misbehaving Lion. Nope. He got no sympathy from me. Actually, when I told him he was in more trouble, he said he guessed he didn’t need to set up the coffee pot if he was already in trouble. If I’d been in a more evil mood, I may have told him he had to do it anyway, but I told him that was fair. He set it up anyway. Maybe he didn’t want to press his luck any further.
I didn’t really feel like spanking him. While I was in the shower, I talked myself into and out of delaying it a few times. In the end, I figured it would be better to do it. For one thing, it was closer to the time of the infractions. For another, I would get it over with. There’s no need for me to remember to do it tomorrow if I’ve already done it today. You know how bad I am at remembering things.
I set up the spanking bench, but I didn’t put the straps on it. He was going to have to keep himself still. He can do it. He’s a big boy. I set the timer to fifteen minutes and started whomping. He yelped from the beginning even though I wasn’t hitting very hard. That tender butt must have forgotten what swats felt like in a few short days. I didn’t really care if I went the full fifteen minutes or not. I was determined to make him feel the consequences of those two broken rules. Three, if you count the one I let slide. I used a variety of wood, leather, and rubber paddles, although I hit so many times with one of the wooden ones, I drew blood fairly early on. It was just one spot and I wiped it away with a tissue so it wouldn’t spatter so much.
He was yelping away. I hit pretty hard for a while. Lots of hard swats in a row. Lots of hard swats right in the middle along his crack. I also did a series of slow, hard swats. I wasn’t going for bruising. It’s too hard to bruise his tough hide. I just wanted to make a memorable impression on him. He should remember to follow his rules. Whack! How could he break so many rules in two days? Whack! I think I made my point. He was pretty miserable when I got done.