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In: Rules, Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment

If the forecasters are to be believed, we’ll have another 2-4 or possibly 5-8 inches of snow from this afternoon into tomorrow. Of course, that depends on where you live. Traffic cameras show the main roads are pretty good, but there are no traffic cameras on our road. There’s not much more than snow on our road. And it sounds like it will stay that way until May, at this rate.

Oh, poor us! Stuck in a house by ourselves. With nothing to do but lounge around. And let the dog out every five minutes. I still owe Lion some swats for spilling food on his shirt and some other transgression I’ve forgotten. I didn’t do it last night because we were both tired and Lion wasn’t feeling very well. Stupidly, it occurred to me about a half hour ago that I can give him his swats any time I want. Duh! He’s watching a movie, but when it’s over I want to see a Lion moon side up on the bed eagerly awaiting his punishment.

I’ll pass on the “eagerly” part. He may eagerly anticipate a spanking, but not right before it begins. Then he’s wondering why the hell he ever asked me to swat him in the first place. I don’t think he actually feels remorse for whatever he did to deserve it, but he does probably mentally make an appointment to have his head examined. And then the silly boy laments how much it hurts while I’m whomping him.

Hello? It’s supposed to hurt.

I know he wants me to enjoy spanking him, but mostly I just shake my head and wonder why he’s making me do this. “Making” in the same sense of a child making his parent spank him for misbehaving. No one is forcing me. No one is forcing Lion. I guess it’s the same head-shaking a teacher does when a student punches someone right in front of them. Did you really just do that? Don’t you realize I’ll have to punish you? Are you crazy?

Nope. Lion isn’t crazy. He does realize I’ll have to punish him. And he didn’t do it on purpose. In the case of spilling food, he can’t help it. Ironically, I’ve been spilling food more since he’s been punished for it. Luckily no one is watching me. In the case of interrupting, Lion certainly can help it. He’s been trying. He’ll sometimes get, “But what…” before he stops himself. He can be taught! I don’t count those as interruptions. He’s obviously trying to behave.

I’m pretty sure his movie is over right now. I’ll just take a stroll into the bedroom with my paddle….

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, diapers

I should have listened to Lion when he told me to come home yesterday. But I waited because I was trying to get more hours in at work. I was looking at the traffic cameras and the roads didn’t look all that bad. I left when it seemed a little worse. I forgot about all the other drivers who had the same idea. It took 2 1/2 hours to go 20 miles. Damn snow.

There are worse things than being trapped in by snow on a weekend. Lion could be on a trip somewhere and I’d be alone. I could be on a trip somewhere and Lion could be alone. Those are the two that come to mind immediately. We have food. We have electricity. We have each other. Perfect!

We were tired last night so we didn’t play but we did snuggle. And I’ve been making more of an effort to interact with Lion even if I’m on my iPad. I’m usually paying attention to him anyway but sometimes he catches me while I’m reading something and I don’t hear him. He does the same to me. Last night, he reminded me to check his post for typos and then he kept talking to me in the middle of it. I just think it’s funny when he does that.

This morning, Lion asked if I’m ever going to lock him up again. I said yes. The thing is, if he asks me and I do it then it just looks like I’m doing it because he asked me. There have been a few times I’ve thought of doing it so I ask him to remind me because I’ll probably forget. To me, this isn’t him asking. I suppose I could have said, “Let’s do it!” when he asked me this morning. Maybe that’s the reaction he was hoping for. Or maybe I should find something else to do with him. Maybe today is a good diaper day.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments

I’m not sure if Lion considers what we did last night as closeness, but we accomplished quite a bit. We started out with the boring task of taking the garbage out, but then we went to dinner and ran a few errands. Lion organizes his daily medication in snack bags so he can grab them and go. He was out so we spent an hour or so making up the packets. There wasn’t actually any touching, but we were interacting more than we normally do.

It’s no surprise that Lion has been doing a lot of research on the surgery he’ll be having. There’s a better way to do it and he’s going to talk to the surgeon about it. An informed consumer is a pain in the ass to doctors. Lion is nothing if not a pain in the ass to doctors. In a good way. As a matter of fact, when he first went to his cardiologist, I remember the two of them bantering back and forth about different drugs and treatments. Lion was challenging him and he was pushing back. Finally, I said whenever they were done “measuring” maybe we could get down to the actual visit.

I do hear his concerns about the surgery. I know it’s scary. I’m not oblivious to the fact that things could go wrong. Uncharacteristically, I’m choosing to believe that things will be fine. Normally I’m the doom and gloom person in this partnership. I guess maybe I’m handling all of this well right now but a few days before the surgery, my stomach will be in knots. I’ve been on the waiting end of surgeries more times than I care to think about, between Lion and my parents. Sometimes I think it would be better to be on the receiving end of the surgery rather than the one in the waiting room.

By the time we got everything done we were tired and Lion’s legs were sore. We still didn’t really touch much. I think Lion’s concerns, as he said, are more about his being afraid. He needs to know I’m here for him. I’m not going anywhere. He’s stuck with me.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment

Last night Lion asked if he could at least get a kiss before bed. I asked him what “at least” meant. He said I’ve been distant lately. I stay as far away from him as I can. I was confused. I know his legs were hurting. We discussed that. I know he was tired from doing a lot of work and then heading for a long, drawn out doctor’s appointment. He arrived home just behind me. But I didn’t think I was distant. I couldn’t figure out what happened. Until this morning.

For whatever reason, the evenings this week seem to fly by. As I said, Lion was tired and achy. And there it was: he was snoozing off and on for a good portion of the evening. Not that I blame him for being distant while he was sleeping, but I was just playing my games and watching TV while he snoozed. He didn’t rejoin the land of the living until 10 pm. If anything, I was the one who was left alone. Again, I don’t mind. He was tired. He snoozed. However, I’m getting annoyed at being the one accused of being distant when I’m just letting him sleep. This has happened before but I guess I never really put two and two together.

Lion spilled food on his shirt last night so I owe him swats. I deferred them because he was tired and achy. I’m adding swats to the tally for accusing me of being distant. Tonight he will get those swats. And I don’t think I’ll be lenient like I was the other night. It’s a punishment. It’s supposed to hurt. Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time, as they say. It’s been a while since he’s had bruises. I think I’ll rectify that tonight.