Sore Buns and a Happy Weenie

Maybe it’s an every-other-day thing. Monday was a bad day for me. I felt yucky all day. Tuesday was much better. I was only a little dizzy. Today, I thought I felt okay, but then I took Lion to the dentist and waited for him for two hours. I was playing on my iPad for a while. Then I had to get up and walk around to get the blood flowing. I’m sort of dizzy, sort of tired. Overall, I’m just done with this vertigo nonsense. Time to do more maneuvers. And friends suggested physical therapy and chiropractor. I’ve heard good things and bad things about chiropractors. It makes me nervous, but it might be worth a shot.

While I was feeling okay last night, I spanked Lion. I strapped him in and went to work. I set a fifteen-minute timer, but I wasn’t sure if I’d make it all the way. I was worried about needing to bend over to swat him, but it turns out I do just fine standing straight up. I used the leather paddles to see what would happen after a longer punishment period. He started to bleed a little, so I got to test out my tape theory. Rather than putting a Band-Aid on him, I wiped off the blood and put a piece of paper adhesive tape across the spot. He bled through almost immediately, but I wasn’t trying to stop the bleeding. What I was trying to do was stop that spot from getting bigger. I think it worked. It was sort of hard to tell while I was spanking because the paddle transferred blood. When I was done, and we made it the whole fifteen minutes, he had a few smaller blood spots on his left cheek, but his right cheek just had the one spot. It was bleeding worse when I took the tape off, but the tape seemed to stop that spot from getting bigger. Maybe I should tape his whole butt before we start next time.

Before I even started whomping him, he muttered that he thought he was going to get a hand job. I’d promised him a hand job in my post. I’d also been promising him a spanking. Give me time to catch up on my promises. I told him he could either have a hand job or a blow job. He said he thought I was going to set up the massage table to give him a hand job. Okay. It was a little more work, but I set it up. I know the angle isn’t really right when I try a hand job in bed. I sit in a weird position that gets uncomfortable after a little while. But standing next to him at the massage table isn’t easy either. Of course, it’s worse when I’m trying to avoid moving around so much, so I don’t get dizzy. And maybe I’ll drag the chair out someday, but I think that might change the angle of attack. Anyway, I was sweating away by the time he had his orgasm. Not that it took him a long time.

I’m not exactly sure if it was a good orgasm. He didn’t say anything, but it looked abbreviated to me. It was like heading for climax, heading for climax, boom, done. I did get some cream filling, though. I count that as a win. He was happy. He had sore buns and a happy weenie. Two clocks reset on the same night.