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In: Erections, Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm denial

There is a lesser-known symptom of COVID-19. It’s brain fog. I swear, if I get any more brain fog I’ll forget how to breathe, never mind the virus debilitating my lungs. I’m not sure I’ve had any idea what day of the week it is this week. I forgot what Lion picked from the Box O’Fun, if he picked anything at all. I remember edging him orally, but it took some effort to remember the rest.

His choice was coconut oil hand job. He’s been finding hand jobs boring for about a month. I can get him hard if he’s got clothespins on or something else painful is happening, but the coconut oil wasn’t doing the trick. I’d think it would feel similar to being sucked, but what do I know?

I don’t know how long I was at it, but eventually I gave up with the coconut oil. I wiped him off with a tissue and washed my hands. I stopped short of washing the coconut oil off of him. It’s coconut oil. It should be edible. I wasn’t sure how it was going to taste, but I figured I’d give it a try. It’s not bad. It’s noticeable. I wouldn’t say, “Hey. You know what would be great? Let’s slather you with coconut oil and I’ll suck you.” I can handle it if it’s on him, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to put it on him for a blow job. And, the way I look at it, he shouldn’t need anything but my mouth. (Pardon me. My modesty faded a bit there.)

Of course, that’s not entirely true. He’s been unable to get hard from my mouth. It’s just one of those things that happens from time to time. It’s especially true if we haven’t done any warm-up drills. Going straight for sex doesn’t do much for him. Obviously, sometimes it works fine. I guess it depends on how horny he is. That falls on me. If I’m doing my job, he should be sufficiently frustrated so he gets hard almost immediately. It’s the stiff breeze theory.

Although neither one of us much cares for long waits, it occurred to me the other night that the more often I give him an orgasm, the more I have to wait for him to be ready for the next one. Theoretically, I should make him wait longer so I get to play with him more. This is only true to a point. After a certain length of time, he hits a plateau. He doesn’t care if he comes or not. The key is to find that sweet spot. I have no idea what that spot is, but I’m thinking it will be at least another few days before he gets any satisfaction.

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In: Orgasm denial, Sex, Spanking

Lion actually told me I was hitting him too hard during his maintenance spanking. I was using the bloodwood paddle with the stair tread traction tape on one side, although I wasn’t using the gripper tape side. Afterward, Lion told me this is a light paddle. Then how could I have been hitting too hard?

He was surprised when I backed off after he said it was too hard. What else was I supposed to do? He said I normally back off a bit and then ramp up again. Apparently I didn’t do that. What I did do was swat him harder when I went slower. He still got 300 swats but some of them had a few beats between them.

He was fairly deep red with a few drops of blood on his right cheek, but it didn’t surprise me when he reported no lasting effect this morning. It wasn’t the right paddle for that. The surface area has to be smaller to concentrate the force. Plus, I wasn’t hitting that hard. It was, after all, a maintenance spanking and not real punishment. If I had hit as hard as a punishment spanking, I don’t think he would have been able to take 300 swats.

When I was all done with the spanking, Lion asked if we were doing the Box O’Fun. I didn’t think we would. Then he wondered if that meant he couldn’t have sex. He wanted sex. I’ve been thinking that forgoing the Box O’Fun shouldn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t get sex. Suppose he’s just not in the mood to be poked, prodded or pinched. Or suppose he’s just had a maintenance spanking. I say he can still opt for snuggling or sex. And what I say goes, so I gave him the better part of a blow job. Okay, maybe not the better part. I got him oh-so-close a few times and then he was done. Maybe he needed to be poked, prodded or pinched after all. I don’t think so. Maybe he just needs to be more frustrated.

I can do that.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Spanking

We were supposed to be leaving tomorrow for a camping trip. I have to admit, I was not looking forward to driving seven hours, setting up the camper, driving around sightseeing, taking down the camper five days later, and driving seven hours home; plus, worrying about the virus. The camper seemed to be on my side this time. The satellite dish decided to act stupid. Our tire pressure monitor died. And Lion thought we were leaving Thursday rather than Wednesday. It was a comedy of errors. We’ve pushed the trip off for a month. By then, hopefully, the virus will have calmed down and we’ll be better prepared.

hard rubber spanking paddle
My rubber spanking paddle. This is a nice wide-faced paddle that Lion hates. 🙂

Lion wanted a maintenance spanking last night. My test of the husband beater the other night didn’t count. He wanted a “real” spanking. His theory is that neither of us will get out of practice if we do maintenance spankings. Ordinarily, Lion isn’t so well-behaved. He earns spankings frequently enough that we don’t forget the feeling. Sometimes, he’s on his best behavior and we need a reminder.

After I finished the dinner dishes, he was snoozing away. I sat down to wait for him to wake up. He’d stir and make a comment about the TV and then snooze again. By the time he woke up for good, it was around nine o’clock. I thought that was a little too late to start any type of festivity. It’s not a problem at all. I’d rather have him get the sleep he needs than force him to play. The maintenance spanking will happen tonight.

I’m not sure if I’ll do a normal spanking or if I’ll go for 300 swats. Lion remembered those 300 swats as being some of the only times I’ve left a lasting mark on him. I should hope so! Three hundred swats is a lot. I’d think there’d be some bruising even if I wasn’t trying to do it. I’d have to hit the same spots over and over. His butt isn’t big enough to spread out too much. And I’d be focusing the swats on the sit spot for maximum effect anyway.

I found quite a few members of my spanking arsenal recently, but I’m not sure if I want to use them or the same old, same old paddles. I’m not necessarily going for bruising. I think I just want a nice, wide-headed paddle to distribute the love over a greater area. Normally, that won’t bring a bruise but, as I said, it’s probably inevitable if I hit the same spots repeatedly during 300 swats. And that’s assuming I do the 300 swats. I guess I’ll have to see how it goes. If I start counting, I can always revert back to a normal spanking if he seems too bloody too early. It really does depend on his response to the whole thing. His butt may be hard to mark but it’s easy to make bleed.

[Lion — I’ll put skin lotion on my butt after my shower.]

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In: CBT

I have a mask/work/stress-induced headache. There are problems at work. There are problems with the camper. And we are getting ready for a trip across the state. I think COVID 19 is finally getting to me. No, I don’t think I have the virus. I think the issues surrounding it are making me crazy. I’m tired of being afraid of getting it. I’m tired of people who don’t want to wear masks. I’m just done. I need to make a reservation for a rubber room.

It’s a good thing I have a short attention span. I’ve been annoyed at things for about a week, but I’m still able to give Lion attention. His choice from the Box O’Fun was a butt plug. We both decided it wasn’t going to happen. His next choice was regular clothespins. He was happy about that. He can deal with regular clothespins better than some other things in the box.

Needless to say, I have a lot of regular clothespins. It’s been a long time since I put as many on as I could. It makes his balls look like a porcupine. Not all of them hit sensitive spots, but the combination is painful anyway. And, as I jerk him off, I make sure I wiggle them and tug on them to get the full effect. When I hit the ones on the sensitive spots, he lets me know with a grimace.

After I took them off, I counted how many I’d been able to get on him. I thought my record was 34 and I got 38 last night. Lion says he thought the record was over 40. Oh well. At least I got a lot on him. His scrotum looked like a plucked chicken with all the indentations. It didn’t last long. By the time I started sucking him, it was back to normal.

I got him very near the edge a few times. One time he kept bucking into the air when I stopped. I don’t think I’ve ever let him buck into my mouth before. I suppose it can be done but I decided to start sucking him again. Now he’s frustrated. I like that.