Tonight’s Sore Bottom And We Need A New Sex Routine

We were both well enough for my punishment day spanking on Thursday night. A little while later, Mrs. Lion did some under-the-covers fondling. It had the usual lack of results. I just don’t do well with that particular activity. It didn’t help that it was rather late, and I was tired. I slept through a lot of the TV shows we were supposedly watching.

Mrs. Lion is determined to find her velcro collection. That seems to be the play item she wants most. No, I didn’t hide it. She has a boatload of other CBT toys, but I get it; the velcro is quick, easy, and painful. I have no idea where it is. Oh, well. [Mrs. Lion — It’s also been a long time since we’ve used it.]

The Giants play tonight (Saturday). Our NFL game is on, and I get ten swats per point. Mrs. Lion uses a leather paddle for the Giants’ points. She has a mean wood one for the other team’s scores. I may have trouble sitting on Sunday. Those wood-paddle football swats really hurt. I better moisturize before the game.

It seems very difficult for Mrs. Lion to reshuffle her schedule to move sex earlier in the day. This is true on weekends as well as weekdays. I’m not sure why this has become such a problem. I’ve learned that my ability to enjoy sexual activity diminishes the later it becomes. We’ve known this for some time, yet we have only managed one or two sessions earlier in the day. We have clear schedules all weekend. Mrs. Lion has chores to do, but they don’t have to be scheduled at any particular time.

I used to blame this on Mrs. Lion not considering sex for me as a priority. I don’t think that’s true. It seems to be that she has a lot of trouble getting out of a routine.  I’m hoping that if she makes herself do things with me, perhaps before dinner, we can have a new routine that works for me.

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  1. Good luck with the change. Routines become so ingrained that they are difficult to reprogram.

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      I’m not too hopeful that we will be able to change. The motivation has to come from Mrs. Lion, not me.

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