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Despite his orgasm, I thought Lion’s birthday was anticlimactic. We usually plan something or I get him a present. This year, all bets were off. Between his illnesses, the move, the bird, and work I haven’t had much time to do anything. I was barely able to pick up a birthday card. We’ll go out to eat, but it just seems like a blah birthday. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe Lion is fine with everything. I did manage to find the box with more of his clothes in it. I count that as a win, if not a birthday present.

Lion didn’t want his birthday swats this year. I was surprised. He loves spankings. He said spanking is for punishment now. Bummer! I know how much he loves play spankings. In my mind, I was scrambling to come up with some other sort of punishment to replace spanking. I certainly didn’t mean to take away his play spankings. I’m sorry about that.

I know we haven’t done much along the lines of play spankings in a very long time. Lion thinks I prefer CBT. I only do it more often because it’s easier. I don’t necessarily prefer it. I know it’s the stress of the whole year crashing down on me, but I feel like I’m screwing things up. If I had kept up on play spankings, would Lion still want them? It feels like I’m mourning the loss of play spankings even though we haven’t been doing them.

I think I’m getting to the end of my rope. I need a break but there’s still so much to do to get the house even halfway livable. I just never meant to take away an avenue of pleasure from Lion.

[Lion — I am fine with giving up play spankings. We almost never did them anyway and I believe that their current use is ultimately better for us both. I did not have a bad birthday. Mrs. Lion gave me a world-class blow job and a delicious take-out Chinese dinner. She’s been working very hard to settle us in our new home. She doesn’t need to feel pressured to have given me more for my birthday.]

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In: Orgasm, Spanking

Today is Lion’s birthday. The dog and I both gave him cards this morning. I’m bringing home Chinese food for dinner. I don’t know what the dog has planned for lunch. I assume we’ll head out to dinner on the weekend. We have our eye on a local steakhouse that has gotten positive reviews by my coworkers. It might be worth a try.

Since I reinstated the rules, I’ve lost track of which days are punishment days. I think I’m losing what’s left of my mind. Between being upset about the bird, having three migraines in four days, trying to unpack, and my impending sinus headache/cold I have no idea what’s going on. If, for example, I reinstated the rules on Monday, then Lion missed telling me about punishment day. If he assumed I hadn’t reinstated the rules until after I punished him to clear out the old punishments, then he didn’t miss a thing. I think we’ll operate under the latter.

For the record, Lion has been very good about waiting until I eat, or until I give him permission. He spilled food on his shirt or the comforter the other night but I told him not to worry about it. When I feel better and/or less stressed, I’ll be more on top of things. However, I am trying to catch him.

Now, on his birthday, I usually give Lion a fun spanking. Since it’s Unlocktober, by his rules, I should not play with him. I should just give him an orgasm and be done with it. Feh. I say I can still give him a play spanking. He needs his birthday swats and a pinch to grow an inch. Happily, it works out that he’s due for an orgasm tonight. Even if he wasn’t, I’d give him one.

This every other day schedule of orgasms may soon fizzle out. I don’t know how long Lion can keep up with it. I’m game if he is, although one of his rules is that it takes as long as it takes. What if he can’t make it? I’m not going to keep trying if he wants to stop. Sometimes things just don’t work out the way we hope. If he can’t get to the promised land one night, we’ll try again the next. I’m not going anywhere. But I hope he’ll be able to have his birthday orgasm tonight.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Orgasm, Punishment

Some years ago, when Lion and I first got together, he hit a milestone birthday and was very depressed about it. No one knew what he was going through. No one cared enough to buy him a present. I was unemployed at the time and borrowed money from my mother to get him opera tickets. This year is fifteen years later. Lion says he’s viewing this birthday with amusement. He feels lucky to have made it this long. I’m not unemployed but, with everything going on, I haven’t had a chance to plan anything. Except, maybe I have.

I was supposed to go out to the camper, take some things with me, turn off the water, and bring back a paddle. I really didn’t want to go out to the camper. It’s closer now than it was at the other house, so it wasn’t the distance that bothered me. I just didn’t want to go out in the rain again. I went so far as to look in a few more boxes, hoping to find any paddle. No luck. When the rain let up a little, I slogged out to the camper.

The first paddle I saw was the mean bloodwood one with the tiny head. I think it’s our meanest paddle. It seemed fitting. If Lion wanted to start back up with punishment, why not do it with the meanest paddle? Another in a long list of be-careful-what-you-wish-for moments. I grabbed it and a few other items and went back to show Lion what he was in for. He was not amused.

So without really realizing it, I gave Lion a sort of a birthday present. We decided that one spanking would wipe the slate clean for all the outstanding punishments owed. One fairly red butt later, mission accomplished. A few hours later, I started taking care of Unlocktober. It might have taken a while to get him there, but eventually I got him to the edge. And then I got him over the top.

There were more than two days between the last Unlocktober orgasm and last night’s but we still have a ways to go make it through the month. If this becomes a tradition, Lion’s birthday presents could be all taken care of forever.

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Aside from being busy unpacking, I’ve been busy beating myself up over the loss of our parrot. I just know I did something wrong. He trusted me and I let him down. I’d do anything to get my big bird back. Needless to say, I haven’t been in much of a mood to do Unlocktober.

Lion says he understands, but I’m not sure how much longer he’ll understand. His natural inclination is to want to be close after something like this happens. Maybe he’s just quicker to bounce back. I have the power of guilt on my side. It’s not so easy to bounce back.

Yesterday, we were discussing his still-pending punishments. I know it’s not the right thing to do, but at this point I’m willing to let them go and start from scratch whenever I find the damn paddles in the mess of boxes. After all, isn’t it more important we find his clothes and the rest of the silverware? I guess he’s thinking that getting back to normal should start with enforced chastity and our female led relationship. I’m less concerned with that. We’ll get back to that as soon as we can find things and we’re not tripping over boxes.

Of course, I’m not saying all the boxes need to be unpacked. We lived in our old house for thirteen years and there were still boxes that weren’t unpacked. I’d just like to get to the point that more of our belongings were out of boxes than in. I’d like to be able to cook a real meal. I’d like to be able to find the thing I just put down because I put it on a clean counter top rather than on a cluttered one that seems to gobble up whatever is placed on it.

I know Lion is a sexual being. He craves attention. Maybe I just need to identify two goals per night that need to be done and then the rest of the attention goes to Lion. I’m convinced the goal needs to be to unpack two specific boxes. If the goal is to clean off the counter, I could be there all night. Since I helpfully labeled boxes as vaguely as “kitchen” or “bathroom”, I might just stumble across that one item that has been eluding us. So far it’s been like playing “Where’s Waldo?”.

Added to the chaos, is the fact that Lion’s birthday is Wednesday. I don’t have a thing planned. Ordinarily, we’d either celebrate the weekend before or the weekend after. I’ve been so focused on the move that I don’t have a clue what to do. I did find a steakhouse nearby that looks promising. That may be the answer.

My goal for the day, not the unpacking goal, is to pull myself together and get back on track for Unlocktober.