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Lion is loving his green light to nag me about things being on flat surfaces. I suppose I should have specified that it starts once the flat surface is clear, but it’s not really a big deal. The fact that he’s looking at things that might be his on the table is excellent.

I finally agreed that he deserved to be punished for his remarks about my hair cutting ability, or lack thereof. He insists he doesn’t flip out about things, but I think he does. He was pretty upset about his hair. Yes, it’s short in one spot in the front. Yes, it calmed down a little after his shower. My feeling about bad haircuts is that it’s just hair. It will grow back. If he wants to get back at me, he can give me a haircut. He won’t. He likes my long hair.

Anyway, he earned a punishment. I should have given him his swats before dinner. I like to separate punishment from sex by a few hours. If I punish him after dinner, there’s not really enough time to separate it. Oh well. We do what we can. And what I did was whomp his buns with a rubber paddle. He said the rubber paddle from the other day could have been used all by itself to cause bruises. I picked a different one, but it had the same effect.

I started out slowly because I know the rubber paddle is harsher. Once I revved up to full strength, I could already see bruises forming. In all fairness, he had the beginnings of a bruise the other day. I didn’t want to keep whomping on bruises so I had to stop. I’m sure he learned his lesson. Then he said next time I should use a different paddle to warm up and then use the rubber paddle for bruises. But didn’t he just say…? Yup. He did.

While I was at work yesterday, and we were doing our emails back and forth, Lion alerted me that if I didn’t allow him to orgasm last night he’d only have two orgasms for August. I don’t normally care how many he has in a given month, but I hastened to point out that his having an orgasm isn’t entirely up to me. He hadn’t been able to get to the edge for a while so I had no choice but to make him wait. However, I offered to help things along by applying Icy Hot. When he objected, I asked if he’d rather have tiny clothespins. He didn’t. Of course, I figured the punishment he had coming would do more than the threat of Icy Hot. And it did.

It took some doing but Lion got to the edge and then some. I was rewarded for all my hard work with a nice mouthful of cum. Yum! I guess the wait was worth it.

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We pick up a lot of sayings from TV shows. On “Mom”, they talk about one of the supporting characters making a disappointed sheep face. Lion did that to me yesterday. Well, let’s just say I was trying to avoid his disappointed sheep face.

I cleaned up quite a bit. I still have a lot to do, but I did make a dent. When Lion was getting ready to make dinner, he noticed that the bottom part if the blender was where it shouldn’t be. He started to say something and then thought better of it. He’s already on thin ice when it comes to saying the house is messy. He went to take a shower and, to avoid his disappointed sheep face, I put the blender parts back together (I was waiting for the container to dry after making doggie ice cream) and put it away. I also cleaned off the entire window seat. I don’t think we’ve seen it since we moved in a year ago.

In the past, when Lion has complained about the kitchen table being full of junk, I’ve cleaned up my part of the mess and left his for him to do. It’s been mostly his stuff. I think that’s still true, but he’s less able to clean it up himself now. I never really thought it was fair for him to complain if it was mostly his stuff or if it was our stuff that he put there. We’re both bad about putting things on flat surfaces.

Anyway, the window seat is clean. The table is cleaner. And the stack of recipes I set aside for Lion to go through is back on the table. I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle. Maybe we need a five second rule for flat surfaces. Maybe if it doesn’t belong there, it needs to be put away within a day. I’ll probably be the one moving it even if it isn’t mine, but I need to know where it goes if it’s Lion’s.

This isn’t Lion’s problem alone. He’s just more vocal about things being messy. I’m a slob. I don’t care if that bag of vitamins we bought at Costco is still in the bag on the floor of the kitchen two weeks later. I don’t expect Lion to clean up my mess though. I only left his kitchen table mess because he always made it seem like the whole mess was mine. We both need to do better.

So it looks like we have a new rule. Anything on the bed, kitchen counter, table, window seat, etc. that doesn’t belong there has to be moved within one day. If it doesn’t have a home, why did we buy it? “I don’t know where we want to put it” shouldn’t be a thing. Find a home for it, even if it winds up in the pantry. (It’s the catch all and is looking like it needs to be cleaned again. Guess whose job that is.)

Obviously, I’m not going to get punished for leaving crap around. But I do think it’s fair for Lion to be able to nag me about it. If it’s my widget, then I need to take care of it. If I brought home X, I need to put X away. And Lion shouldn’t be punished for nagging me about it. He will, however, be punished if he orders “this really cool thing I thought we could try” and it languishes where it doesn’t belong.

This time it’s a rule for both of us. Maybe a day isn’t realistic so we can tweak it as we go, but for now it’s a day. What do you think, Lion? Fair?

[Lion replies — Let me see if I understand this. I’m allowed to nag to get things put away if they are Mrs. Lion’s or general household stuff. If I don’t put away things I buy or order as well as my possessions within 24 hours, I get spanked. Ok, that sounds about as fair as things get around here.]

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Apparently Lion likes it when I prove him right. I’m still not quite clear how I did it, but he says I did. First of all, I take exception to his statement that I never do more than one thing with him per day. How does he think he’s gotten punished and played with on the same day? Isn’t that doing multiple things? Aside from that, he says that realizing he annoyed me enough to punish him is the thing that proves him right.

Now, let’s just say I can put up with a lot of stuff. I’ve had kids and a previous idiot husband. Maybe Lion’s annoying me is something that has to rise to a certain level before I snap. Little bumps in the road are par for the course, but when I hit that pothole look out. One thing I especially hate is when he calls me out when I’m doing something nice. For example, I didn’t put the prickly jock strap on him because I didn’t want to interrupt him while he was writing. Wouldn’t it be stupid of me to interrupt him if I hate to be interrupted?

The problem is that once I’m annoyed, I’m annoyed at everything. It takes a bit for me to calm down. Anything that happens within that time frame that doesn’t go according to plan makes me more annoyed. Lion likes to say a spanking clears the slate. If I spanked him while I was annoyed, I don’t think it would clear the slate. Not only that, but I think I would hit him harder and care less about his yelps. That’s why I don’t want to hit him in the heat of the moment. Aside from swatting them on the diapered butt for doing something wrong, I don’t remember ever hitting my kids. But one time they had me so annoyed I told them I felt like I was going to start hitting them and if I started I wasn’t sure I could stop so they should give me some space. I don’t think it would have risen to the level of child abuse but that’s what I felt like at the time. And when Lion annoys me, it’s just best that I cool off before I punish him.

I guess, since I was proving Lion right anyway, I decided to use more than one paddle to whomp him. I chose the bloodwood paddle with the rectangular head because it has stair tread on one side. I chose a thicker spoon-shaped paddle. And I chose a rubber paddle with a split head. I know the rubber paddles hurt a lot. The spoon-shaped packs a hefty punch. And the bloodwood with stair tread hurts on an already sore butt. Another thing we tested out was a spanking pillow. It’s wedge shaped and holds his butt up a bit. It actually worked pretty well. Normally, Lion gets a fold in the skin of his left cheek. I don’t know why. The problem is that he winds up with a bright white stripe when the rest of his cheek is red. The spanking pillow eliminated that fold.

By the time I got done, Lion had a few deep purple spots. I thought he might wind up with bruises but the markings later on looked normal. Of course, a deep bruise might not actually show on the outside. But Lion is notoriously difficult to bruise so I doubt he feels anything today. I don’t remember if I’ve ever punished him two days in a row, but the day is young. He’s already talking about how much of a mess the house is. Read that as: Mrs. Lion, you’re not doing your job around here. Yup. He might just get punished two days in a row.

[Lion replies — I don’t have a sore spot today. Maybe it would be better for both of us if Mrs. Lion disregards my yelps. She sent a powerful message yesterday, don’t get me wrong. For the record, I was punished two days in a row once or twice]

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As far as I know, we have no plans this weekend. I’ll run out in a little while in search, locally, for some huckleberries and that may result in some jam if we can find a recipe, but at this point, there are no plans. That means we should be able to play earlier. I am famous for saying we’ll play early and then never doing it. I am famous for saying we’ll do X or Y and then we never do it. Talk is cheap. But today I have a good feeling that things will be different.

I have plans for Lion. I have plans for his balls. My weenie is nearby and will suffer too. Regardless of the huckleberries and any possibilities of jam, Lion will be wearing the prickly jock strap again. By the time this post publishes, Lion will be in the jock strap. For how long? I don’t know. I assume it will be at least an hour. In case that doesn’t seem like a lot, imagine tiny little spikes stabbing you in your most intimate of areas. Every time you move, stab. Even if you don’t move, the points that have already found their way into you are still stabbing. It’s uncomfortable. I don’t think I could handle it even long enough to have the straps tightened. Luckily, I don’t have to.

When I started this post, I was going to say I’d decided to give Lion a punishment spanking just because. It wouldn’t have been a maintenance spanking. Those don’t work. I was going to give a full on punishment spanking. He hasn’t had one in a while. That’s good news. And it isn’t. Lion’s been behaving himself. But then he’s forgotten what it’s like to be punished.  Sometimes he needs to be reminded. But then I remembered my idea of having him wear the prickly jock strap. I’d much rather do that than give him a punishment spanking when he hasn’t earned it.

I know they’re not the same thing. The spikes do not equal a punishment. They aren’t supposed to. Ultimately, I was looking for a way to get things back to normal. Lion needs to want sex again. I know he’s horny. I have to help him be horny enough to make it to the edge. When I told him to snap out of it the other day, I didn’t mean he had to do it by himself. I’m hoping a spanking or the prickly jock strap will get us at least part of the way there. I’m not giving up. I hope he won’t either.