Polishing My Paddle

Today is punishment day. It’s the second one since I’ve agreed to spank Lion every punishment day. This morning, when he reminded me what day it was, he quickly said, “Poor Lion.” I’d feel sorry for him if I didn’t know he was the one who suggested punishment day swats.

Lion thinks I’ll feel more heard if I spank him for annoying me. I don’t know if I agree with that. It’s not that I disagree. I’m just not sure. I think yelling at him, or even a snarky remark, would make me feel better. It may not do anything for him though. He’ll respond better to a sore bottom. I wonder if he’ll think he can make remarks about people on TV because he’s already getting spanked. He said something this morning. I noticed it, but I didn’t say anything. I don’t think he was trying to push my buttons so I’ll add time. He doesn’t operate like that. He knows if he intentionally misbehaves, he’ll get a stronger punishment. I think he didn’t even realize he did it. By rights, I have to increase his time. It’s what I agreed to when Lion suggested punishment day spanking. I don’t think it merits extra time, but I’m stuck doing it.

On the sex side of the world, I took out some clothespins, sat on the side of the bed, and tried jerking him off while his balls were being pinched. I can never seem to get the right angle sitting on his side of the bed. He did get a little excited, but it was hit and miss. After I removed the clothespins, I asked if he’d get harder if I sucked him. He said he definitely would, so that’s what I did. He got nice and hard. I think he enjoyed himself even if he didn’t quite make it to the edge. I know I enjoyed it.