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Last weekend I wrote that we’d play our football spanking game. The problem was that we wanted to change the rules and we hadn’t up to that point. The other night in the shower I was thinking about it. Should it be a certain number of swats or a certain number of minutes? The way we’d done it in the past was swats per point and per sack against our quarterback. We’ve tried it at the end of the game and during the game. I thought it should be after. Lion, not surprisingly, disagreed. My thinking was that having the swats all at once would give me a chance to warm up a bit before the hard swats happen. If he gets a few swats here and a few swats there, they’ll all be hard. He says once the first swats happen, he’s warmed up anyway.

Last night we set up the new football game swats parameters. We thought two swats per point was too low. It will now be three swats per point. When our quarterback gets sacked, he’ll get three swats. We’ve never considered fumbles as spankable. When we set the sack rule, it was because our quarterback didn’t seem to understand that the other team was coming after him. He’d fumble a lot too, but we never made the rule. Obviously, and the NFL rulebook is a prime example, rules change all the time. Maybe we’ll decide fumble swats are needed. For now, those are the rules.

The other night, maybe Friday, I was snuggling with Lion and I saw the whiteboard where he keeps track of days since his last orgasm. It showed five. I asked about it, but I don’t think he heard me. It couldn’t have been five at that point. I think the most it could have been is two or three depending on how he figures it. Now that he’s done editing his book, and yes I still have to read it, maybe he’ll be ready for some fun. At the very least, he’ll have some swats to get his motor running.

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Lion has been trying to get an agent. He’s been working on query letters and revising his book. He didn’t come out of his office until after 5 yesterday. I was already in the bedroom. I know it’s dangerous to assume, but I assumed it was the day-after-orgasm lack of horniness. Of course, it could have been I’m-in-book-mode lack of horniness. Either way, the early bird special was off the table. We went about our normal evening routine of trying to figure out what to have for dinner, eating and watching TV.

I don’t know what time it was, but I moved over to snuggle. We’d been holding hands on and off. Nothing sexual was going to happen. It was just nice to be close. It’s been cooler here and I don’t mind being under the blankets with him. He’s usually a furnace and it’s too hot to snuggle like that in the summer. He’s usually cold and I’m hot. At this point in the year, we can agree on being under the blankets.

The other day, I set up the box o’fun. I took out anything relating to anal activity since we haven’t done it in a while. I didn’t want to just start pegging him when he wasn’t prepped. There were a few for blindfolding and another choice. I took those out because they always seemed strange to me. I also had a few cards that said, “Lioness choice” or “free choice”. If I knew what to do to begin with, I wouldn’t need the card. And Lion hates when I ask him to choose the activity. I thought it would be nice for him to say, “We haven’t done X in a while.” Nope. It’s all on me.

The problem is that I removed so many cards, there doesn’t seem to be much left. I have the usual clothespins, ball bondage and a few others. What else can I do to him? If I had a larger repertoire, I might not need the box at all. I could just cycle through A, B, C, D, E, F, and then mix them up in a different direction next time around. Sure, I may have tiny clothespins, regular clothespins, and plastic clothespins, but they’re all clothespins. Boring. I have at least four versions of menthol rub, but that’s all the same too. I guess I need to visit Extreme Restraints to get some ideas. It’s not that I need to buy a new toy. We have lots of toys. I just need to figure out what to do with them.

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Lion must be officially retired. The next step will be to move to Florida or Arizona. And then we’ll start eating dinner at 4:30. Bedtime will be 9 pm. We’ll play bingo and shuffleboard. If shuffleboard is too physical, I guess we can play dominos and canasta. He used to play bridge. I guess I can learn. We both already reminisce about the good old days and when gas cost twenty-five cents a gallon. You whippersnapper. Get off my lawn!

I’m teasing him because he needs sex earlier now. He was very happy when I told him I had the box o’fun ready. He was even happier when I said we weren’t using the box o’fun because I’d already decided to use lube during his handjob. He suggested setting up the massage table. He cautioned me against saying anything non-sexual that would detract from the fun. I’m not sure if asking if the overhead light was bothering him counted as non-sexual. I thought maybe the floor lamp would be better mood lighting and not right in his eyes.

Who knew I was rubbing his balls too hard? Or that he needed my hand to move slowly up and down at first, but it didn’t really matter how fast or slow it went later on? Apparently, Lion did. However, I distinctly remember him saying I was going too fast toward the end a whole bunch of times. I’ve paid attention to the speed since then, but I haven’t figured out how to regulate it. I catch him sneaking peeks at me when I’m focusing on something so I can try to count between strokes. I always wonder if he thinks I’m bored. I’m not. I’m thinking about what I’m doing and wondering if I need to go slower or faster, grasp harder or lighter, etc. I’m also listening to the noises he’s making. Is he purring? Is his breathing getting faster?

I don’t know if I surprised him or not when I gave him an orgasm. He spurted out a little cream filling. I told him it wasn’t fair. I can’t enjoy it if it’s mixed with lube. I guess that means he needs another orgasm soon. Poor Lion.

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I don’t get it. We’re both home all day, and neither of us has a job. It doesn’t matter. Sexual activity has to wait until after dark, way after dark. In the past, Mrs. Lion said that she needed some “me” time after working all day. She said that if we did anything after 5 PM, when she finished work, dinner would be too late.

OK, now we don’t have that problem. Yes, I’m working on writing and finding an agent, but nothing bad will happen if I’m interrupted. Mrs. Lion is looking for work. That doesn’t take up her entire day. We still have to wait until way after dark.

It could be that Mrs. Lion doesn’t think about sex. She doesn’t want any for herself. The last time we had vaginal sex was years ago. Why should she think about sex? It’s something she doesn’t want. Maybe she needs to see my naked body in bed to remind her. Lately, when she approaches, we snuggle, and sometimes she will fondle my cock while we watch TV. I really like that, but it isn’t going to get my motor running very fast.

She mentioned the Box O’Fun. Nothing happened beyond writing about it. She wrote about using the bondage equipment. We only used it once months ago. She wrote about play spankings, clothespins, and anal activities too. Same lack of action.

There’s a good reason nothing happens. Sex o’clock is too late for that stuff. It’s more than that. No matter how good the intentions, if she gets no pleasure from doing stuff, she won’t make that stuff a priority. BDSM and sex play require inspiration. It’s no different than writing. You need a reason to write. You need ideas. You need the courage to try things that might not work. You need to expend the energy to do it.

Sex and sexual play are no different. The Internet is full of ideas. Our posts offer prompts for activities that can be tried. These activities need practice to perfect. It took years for Mrs. Lion to become a world-class spanker. It won’t take that long to perfect other things.

Here’s an idea. Perfect jerking off. Over the years, the tried-and-true technique that Mrs. Lion used to jerk me off became less effective. It wasn’t her fault. My physiology changed. I grew tired of the same old. Maybe we need lube, different hand motions, build-up, and teasing. I don’t know what will work. It’s a chance to learn a new skill.

My point is that for us, the worst time for sex is sex o’clock. We need to make a point of doing intimate things. We need to kiss and hug more. We need to relearn sex, maybe including vaginal sex. It’s way too easy to wait for sex o’clock.