When I washed the dinner dishes last night, I noticed Lion’s coffee cup wasn’t in the sink. The coffee pot was set up. He’d been in the kitchen. Where was the cup? I could have gone and gotten it so I could wash it, but it’s not my job. Yes, I wound up getting it this morning to wash it. I can’t tell you what the difference is. He was getting spanked no matter when the cup was washed.
There was a comment on my Wimpy Butt post. Julie, of Strict Julie Spanked fame, shared how she spanks her husband. It was similar to what I used to do to Lion. I could read him and know if I could spank harder or if I had to back off. Then the spankings trailed off. By the time I got around to giving him a “just because” spanking, his butt had reverted to its virgin state. Luckily, he missed the coffee cup. [Lion — Lucky for who?]
Lion invited one of his newfound ham radio friends over to help install the ham antenna on Saturday. The house is a wreck. I’ve been doing ham radio stuff for the past few weekends when I wanted to start cleaning. Suddenly, I need to clean in two days. And they aren’t even full days. It’s just whatever I can do after work. Pantry, get ready. A whole bunch of stuff is heading your way.
Despite the whirlwind cleaning, I still want to spank Lion tonight. He did another round of boner juice last night, and I know he’ll want to try again soon. I don’t want to spank him when he’s doing an injection. Beforehand would kill the mood. Afterward would be dangerous. He can’t tuck a juiced-up boner under him for spanking.