Too Sick to Spank

I found two of the three boxes with spanking implements in them. I also found the strap to tie Lion to the spanking bench. We’re all set. Lion’s buns would be bright red on Saturday night. Then we went out.

Lion and our former landlord have been arguing back and forth about the security deposit and how much should be returned to us. Each one thinks he’s right, and neither is backing down. Lion decided to send a certified letter to the former landlord stating his case. We went to find an open post office.

On the way home, we stopped for Blizzards from DQ. We watched planes take off from the local airport, with Mt. Rainier in the background. It was a warm, clear day.

Pretty much as soon as I walked in the door, I realized how wiped out I was. I did a few more things before I decided I should either lie down or my body would decide it for me. Around the same time, Lion started feeling sick. Of course, he was much sicker than I was. We’ve had discussions before about not being able to quantify or qualify how sick a person is. I’m sure it has a lot to do with pain thresholds and underlying conditions and what else might be lurking under the surface. It might even vary from one time to the next. For example, child birth is not always the same every time. One person’s broken leg might be more painful than another person’s even if the break is in the same exact location. Was I sicker than Lion? I don’t know. My illnesses tend to drag out. Because I don’t feel like absolute garbage, I tend to keep moving. Who would let the dog out? Who would make dinner? I can probably count on one hand the number of times I was leveled by an illness.

Anyway, Lion went to bed, and that was it for him. By Sunday night, I was joking that he got sick because I found the paddles, and he didn’t want to be spanked. I’m sure he’d much rather have dealt with a sore butt than whatever virus he had. I’m sure I gave it to him. I was the last one to venture out of the house. I was the first to get sick, even if it didn’t seem as bad. I am Typhoid Mary when it comes to sharing my illnesses.

Today is the first day Lion has been vertical since Saturday. I’m not pushing for a spanking today. It’s probably still too soon. Aside from his recovery, I still don’t feel all that great. We’ll get there. For now, the spanking bench is still calling his name.

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