I did battle with the freezer after work yesterday. Every so often, the drain freezes over and needs to be cleared. I should have done it sooner, but it was running fine. Of course, things act up the second we’re scheduled to go somewhere. It took less than an hour to clear the ice jam. Now I don’t have to worry about it until it acts up at the next inconvenient time.
Lion is not looking forward to having to maneuver through the airport on Friday. I’m not, either. I don’t know what it takes to get “limousine” service to the gate, but it might be helpful. We don’t need one of the carts, really. I know Lion doesn’t like the idea, but using a wheelchair wouldn’t be the worst thing. I just don’t want him to get tired from walking.
I’m sure he’s due for a boner shot, but there’s a lot to do before we leave. I gave him a birthday spanking the other day. He insists he’s only asking if I’ll do a spanking, not hinting that he wants one. I disagree. I know he likes the idea of it but thinks better of it when it’s imminent. By then, it’s too late.
When I set the ten-minute timer, I’m sure he was nervous. Was this punishment or birthday swats? I reserve the right to make any spanking as long or short as I want to, barring his use of the safe word. I swatted for a bit, and then I rattled off his actual birthday swats. I paused to tell him those swats were done. And then I kept going a few minutes longer.
His buns were bright red, but I’m sure they didn’t hurt for long. There was no blood. I doubt I even hit the five-minute mark on the timer. No matter. He got his birthday excitement.