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In: Oral Sex, Orgasm

Yesterday still managed to get away from me. I installed a Ring doorbell on our back door. UPS has decided to deliver some packages to the front and some to the back. The only explanation I can come up with is that two drivers are filling in for a recently-retired driver. I also installed a security camera. I was up and down the ladder quite a few times with that one. It covers more area than we want but what can you do.

After the up and down of the ladder, I settled in to vegetate on my computer. Lion asked me to do a few things. And then another. And then could I make the bed? I know he can’t do a lot around here, so it falls on me, and sometimes it frustrates me. Even when he’s working, he has a lot of time to screw around on the computer. I have too many people sitting near me now to do much screwing around. I have to save that for nights and weekends.

It was after 8 when we settled in to snuggle. Even then, I was up and down, letting the dog out and in and out and in. So when I finally got Lion all riled up, it must have been around 9. He took a little time to get hard, but I was going slow. Sometimes he thinks I’m rushing him. I’m not, but I was particularly “not rushing” last night. I tried to keep a steady pace close to his bucking speed. I may have gone a little faster. Eventually, I got him right to the edge and stopped. Awww, poor Lion. Then I started again and got him even closer.

Believe it or not, I was debating with myself whether or not to give him an orgasm. I know I talk a good game about making him so horny his balls are blue, but I really like giving him orgasms. Sometimes I want to take an orgasm, so I’ll charge right up the mountain and over the edge with no concern about how it feels for him. Is there such a thing as a bad orgasm? Other times, like last night, I want to build it up slowly and make him crave release.

I won’t say it was the biggest orgasm of his life. He produced more semen than his last orgasm, but still not a mouthful. I’m not sure there’s any correlation between the amount of semen produced and his horniness. Sometimes he gives me a mouthful when he’s not so horny, and other times the opposite is true. Good thing my reward is the wonderful sound he makes when he comes as well as the cream filling.

His wait was 20 days. For probably half of those days, he wasn’t horny at all. I was tired for some. He was tired for some. It wasn’t a 20-day edging festival like it might have been in the past. The result was the same, so it doesn’t really matter.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

Lion wanted a professional haircut for my son’s wedding. I was not offended. I’ve only been cutting his hair because it hasn’t been safe to go out to get a haircut. Ordinarily, he shows up and waits. Neither of us thought he’d need an appointment. We had to wait until 5:45 for an appointment. No problem. We had other errands. We picked up his new sport coat from being altered. We got the dog’s prescription from Costco. We got Lion’s prescription from the grocery store. And then we waited fifteen minutes for his haircut.

By the time we got home and ate dinner, it was close to 8. Lion was under the blankets, and I don’t think either of us wanted to do anything. He’d spent a lot of the morning on the phone with vets about the dog and with pharmacies about eye drops he’s been trying to get the insurance to cover. I worked in the morning in addition to being on the phone with the vet. It was just a full day for both of us.

I think it was around 9:30 when Lion informed me he thought he might be horny. He knew it was too late for last night, but today is another day. As far as I know, we’ve completed all our errands. The rest of the weekend can be used for chores and getting ready for our trip. Oh, and sex for Lion. Whether or not that sex leads to an orgasm is entirely up to him. Of course, I have the ultimate say, but if he’s horny enough, he might just have one. Although he never begs for one, and that annoys me a little, I want to wait until he’s so horny he might consider doing so. He doesn’t beg because he doesn’t want to influence me. He doesn’t believe me that I won’t give him an orgasm just because he begs. I think it might be fun to deny him even if he begs. Oh well. For now, I’ll have to be content with his attempts at bucking, which mean pretty much the same thing as begging anyway.

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In: Lioness 4.0
This is Lion’s bottom after I cleaned up the blood. Click the image to view it larger. If you would like to see it before I cleaned up the blood, click here.

Apparently, 4.0 is a mean, mean spanker. Lion was squirming a lot. I didn’t tie his legs together. Maybe I’ll have to in the future. He was a bloody, potentially bruised, swollen mess when I was done.

To be fair, he was tired and snoozing while I did the dishes. I’ve been spanking him before my shower, so he has time to recover before we play. That didn’t happen last night. He was awake when I came out of the bathroom, so I gave him an option. He could get spanked last night or get spanked Thursday and Friday for ten minutes each night. He didn’t want to get spanked two days in a row. He chose his fifteen-minute beating.

[Lion — Mrs. Lion didn’t give me exactly that choice. She just said, “I can spank you tonight, or you can put it off, and I will spank you tomorrow and the next day. She didn’t tell me that the two-day spankings would be shorter.]

I didn’t ask, but I assumed he wasn’t up for anything after the spanking. His buns were on fire. He was having trouble finding a comfortable position on the soft bed. Just before we went to sleep, he said his butt hurt. I would think so. The only respite he got was when I wiped the blood off, assuming you don’t count the few seconds it took the change paddles.

Before I started, I grabbed the spoon-shaped paddle, the non-bloodwood ferule, and a hairbrush paddle. I didn’t use the hairbrush too much. It doesn’t have a long handle, so it took more effort to create the same effect as the others. Work smarter, not harder. So I concentrated on the longer-handled paddles.

Our goal, eventually, is to make it so Lion doesn’t bleed while I spank him. He got some goop to put on, but we haven’t spent any time figuring out how to use it. Does it go on before the spanking to prevent bleeding, or does it go on afterward to stop the bleeding? I think he bled more profusely last night, but that could have been because I was hitting harder and longer. Once I stopped hitting him and wiped him off, there was no more blood. That’s encouraging, but we’d both prefer if there was no blood at all.

Of course, if he didn’t keep breaking the rules so close to his last spanking, he might not get whomped as hard or as long. Come on, Lion, you can do it.

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In: Punishment, Spanking

You would think that a spanking on Sunday would make Lion remember the damn coffee pot on Tuesday. Not so! And…and…AND…I gave him a hint that he should wander into the kitchen. He knew exactly what I meant, but we were both worried about how the dog was acting, so I can understand his forgetting at that moment. He tried to say his morning routine was interrupted because I was working from home yesterday. I think it was interrupted more by his doctor appointment, but no one asked me.

Regardless, his buns will be blistered again tonight. And, because I’m annoyed that I have to whomp him again so soon, it will be at least a fifteen-minute spanking. At least. If he’s going to continue misbehaving, I’ll have to eat my Wheaties. (Remember those commercials? I’m dating myself.) Maybe I should take up tennis or another racket sport to build up my muscles.

I’ll have to make sure I use the spoon-shaped paddle. I may add one or two others in the mix, but his second spanking in such a short time warrants the spoon-shaped paddle. He says it’s the meanest one we have. That will be put to the test tonight. Poor Lion butt. He brought it on himself.

Stay tuned for pretty red pictures of a repentant Lion tushy. At least I think he’ll be repentant. He should be. How annoying to have to spank him twice in less than a week!