Those Damn Giants

Well, guess what. Our football team lost yet again. Of course, when you’re running with your third string quarterback, you can’t expect much. Still, they scored 17 points which is better than they’ve done some weeks this season. The other team scored 49 so you can see how outgunned they were.

I don’t remember what our arrangement was for the football spanking game. Lion said it was three swats per point with a swat added for each loss. That should have been ten swats per point. Then he said the swat count was well over 500. I know the quarterback was sacked a bunch of times. Maybe that accounted for the extra swats. I suggested doing 300 swats before he said it was over 500.

I strapped him in. It wasn’t a punishment spanking, but 500 swats were going to hurt. I didn’t want him to wiggle too far. I used a leather paddle. I considered using the new one, but decided to save that one for punishment. In the end, it didn’t matter how many swats he was due. I lost count after a while. I’m pretty sure it was well over 300. It might have even been 500. I was doing them in bursts of 50. Some swats were slow. Some were rapid-fire. I made sure to spread them out across his cheeks. He still bled a bit. I’m sure it hurt, but probably not as much as a real punishment spanking with wooden paddles.

We probably won’t be playing that game again unless we come up with different rules. I doubt our team will win again this year. The more they lose, the more swats per point. They’ll be going against the number one team in the division twice before the end of the season. Chances are they’ll get smoked every game. Lion could wind up with 1000 swats. No one needs that many swats for a game.

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