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No news on the job front. I have an interview Monday at 10 am and I signed up for a virtual job fair. I don’t think many things happen at the end of the week anyway, so I’ll pick it up in a few days.

Lion told me he wrote a comment on yesterday’s post. I made lunch before I read it. I also grabbed a paddle to put on the bed to remind me he had a spanking due. I was going to do it once we got our buns out of bed yesterday and forgot. The paddle was for after lunch. When I read Lion’s comment, I saw he’d mentioned his punishment and my failure to do anything about it up to that point in the day. I seem to be disappointing him left and right nowadays.

Since his hip/leg has been bothering him, I thought having him across the bed would be a more comfortable position for his spanking. He disagreed. I pulled out the spanking bench and got things ready. I only used one strap on him. I don’t think he can go anywhere with a strap around his middle. I know it’s loose, but it’s secure enough. I’d pulled out one leather paddle and didn’t see any reason why I’d need another. I warmed up his buns and then set the timer.

Not long after I started whomping, I decided to do an impromptu experiment. I was alternating between buns as I swatted and started counting. One of our past experiments involved giving Lion 300 swats. I don’t know why 300. I was just trying to get used to punishing him and I guess that sounded like a good number. Anyway, I wanted to see how long it took to do that many swats.

I went fairly slow. Normally, when I punish him, I vary how fast or slow I hit. I also vary how hard I hit. This time, I kept it slow and steady. The only breaks I took were to change hands, which changed the angle the swats were coming from. When I was done with 300, he still had about five minutes left on the timer. I gave him another 100 swats more rapid fire and told him he was done. Well, he was done long before I was done with him. I think he was done before he ever got on the bench, but that’s not the way it works.

His buns were a nice deep rosy red, and he had a few bloody spots. While I was warming him up, I suggested he should make sure he set the coffee pot up when I was done, so he went off to do just that. He sat in his office chair for a while. I bet that didn’t feel very good. By dinnertime, he said it didn’t really hurt anymore. Of course, he was lounging in a soft bed by then. His buns were still rosy around 9 pm when he got up. By bedtime, the rosiness was gone, but he still had some red spots.

I’d say he’s learned his lesson for a while, but I don’t think he’s set up the coffee for tomorrow yet. Hint, hint. [Lion — I did it before I read this post.]

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Lion is sad. We didn’t do anything sexual for a few days and he’s sure we’re done with sex. He’s also convinced his book is no good. It’s highly probably the two are related. If he’s sad we haven’t been playing, it can tank his mood and make him question his writing ability. I get it. Life has ups and downs.

If we don’t do anything sexual because he’s thinking about his book and doesn’t want fun, that’s hunky dory. If I don’t want to give him sex, I’m wrong. What if I’m thinking about something else? Nope. No good. Not allowed. Flag on the play. The only possible reason for my not giving him attention is sex is over for good. Obviously, if I don’t want sex for myself, I’ll get tired of doing it for him. There can be no other explanation.

Well, there is another explanation. A few, actually. As I explained in my post yesterday, I was annoyed, let down, depressed (insert other thesaurus words here) about the job interview I had Monday. Plus, a recruiter was supposed to send me a link for a video interview, and she hadn’t as of Tuesday night, so I was preoccupied with that too. I was sore, I assume, from immunizations I got on Sunday. See? Three explanations right there.

Lion insists I need to talk to him more. This is true. However, it’s a two-way street. I found out many months after he’d found a job that he used to cry in the car after interviews when he felt like he was never going to find a job. Did he tell me this? Nope. I read it in a post. Does he tell me he’s not interested in sex because he’s thinking about the story line of his book? Not usually. He’ll say he’s not really interested and leaves it at that. Did I do something wrong? Is he tired? Is he in pain? I don’t know. He doesn’t usually say.

What I do know is that we’ve been short with each other lately. He asks a question and if I don’t answer immediately, he assumes I’m not listening. Sometimes I’m in the middle of something. Other times it takes a few seconds to answer. Is it possible we’re together too much? I love being home with him. He says he loves having me home with him. Maybe we’re getting on each other’s nerves.

We need to find some coping skills.

[Lion — We need to communicate outside of the blog. Mrs. Lion has never been very verbal. She doesn’t tell me how she feels. I have to probe to get any sense of what’s going on. A simple, “No sex for you tonight” goes a long way. It tells me that she is thinking about sex. Silence isn’t the same thing. She doesn’t seem to understand that. For example, she doesn’t seem to care if I wear my shock collar. That’s OK. But saying, “I don’t/do want you to wear it today means that she is aware of it. Silence means that I can’t know if she is or not. When I tell her that I’m sad because I don’t feel good about something, she rarely says anything.

I was going to write a post about this issue, but Mrs. Lion covered it here. I broke a rule yesterday. I forgot to set up the coffee pot. Mrs. Lion told me and said I would be punished. That was last night. Not a word since. I’m trying to write for a living. I’m pretty verbal. I don’t talk about things when I get no response. Communication is a two-way street.]

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I didn’t post yesterday. The reason is that nothing is happening. I know that Mrs. Lion has had a sore arm and shoulder. That certainly kills the mood for her. I don’t think that’s the only reason. She never asked me to wear my shock collar. I was putting it on myself to see if it would inspire her. She can zap me without hurting her arm. She could also write or talk about potential future fun. She used to do that a lot. Physical contact has dropped to the bare minimum. I don’t know why.

It shouldn’t surprise me. Sex and BDSM play are solely for my benefit. Mrs. Lion has made it clear that she gets nothing out of any of those activities. Playing games on her computer or iPad is entertaining. Doing things with me isn’t. Fair enough. I may have to learn how to jerk off again.

The simple fact is that there are a lot of low-impact activities Mrs. Lion could do that wouldn’t take much energy or exertion. She knows that. It doesn’t interest her. This is a sad situation for me. It’s the end of an amazing decade. I don’t know if I want to keep our blog going or not. I know a lot of people read it. Almost none actively participate. Oh well.

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My interview on Monday was a bust. I got all the way through the questions and grilling, to where I could ask questions, and the answer to the pay rate question was $17 an hour. Buzzzzzz! I know that may sound like a lot to some people, but I have over ten years of experience in my field, and I can work in a local grocery store for $20 an hour. That hourly rate just does not cut it. I don’t want to say I put all my eggs in one basket, but I was sort of hoping that job was the job. I’m bummed it wasn’t. Add to that the fact that a headhunter was supposed to send me info for a video interview for this morning, and she hadn’t as of yesterday afternoon, cutting it close, and I wasn’t in the best of moods last night.

Plus, my arm was killing me. It felt like I had pitched a nine-inning baseball game. Of course, it was the wrong arm and there was no reason it should hurt anyway. I hadn’t done anything to warrant pain. It seems ridiculous that it would be from the vaccine. It took the Tylenol a long time to kick in.

Needless to say, we didn’t do anything sexual. Lion asked why I hadn’t been near him in a few days. His shoulder was bothering him early last night. Then his leg was hurting. I’m surprised he was asking why we hadn’t done anything. If my arm was feeling better, I might have snuggled over, but I’m not sure if I’d have done anything given his leg pain. Am I supposed to ignore when he’s in pain? I mean, I know I can ignore my own pain sometimes. I have in the past. I don’t want to ignore his.

I’m almost positive he’ll say he would have been okay for sex. Wincing and making pain sounds don’t seem like someone who would be okay for sex. But, from now on, I will disregard his pain until he tells me he doesn’t want sex.