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I thought of a new rule while I was cleaning up after breakfast. Once I started packing up the old house, navigating to the kitchen was impossible for Lion, so he couldn’t set up the coffee pot. Obviously, I wasn’t going to punish him for not doing something that was impossible to do. Since we moved, navigating the house has been a huge challenge for him. Initially, there were boxes in his way. I’ve gotten most of the path cleared for him but, while I’m not saying he can’t go into the kitchen, it seems silly to make him set up the coffee pot. However, I do have a new rule for him.

Just before we moved, Lion got the brilliant idea to have me put his morning and evening medications in little packets rather than the bottles that were working well. (Can you tell I dislike this idea?) His reasoning is that there could be a buildup of nasty things over time in the bottles. I’m not sure what nasty things, but I guess I can see his point.

I have several issues with this new system. First, it’s a change and I balk at changes. Second, the little packets are annoying. I have to get the little jig into the openings and the pills often miss anyway. Third, it requires the use of a sealer which looks sort of like a paper cutter but it has a wire that heats up to melt the plastic closed. I usually set up his pills while we’re watching TV. Not anymore. I’m pretty much tied to the kitchen where I have power, a flat surface and more room to work.

Oh, boohoo. Poor me. Okay. I concede I’ll get better at making these little packets up as time goes on. On to the problem. The packets “live” in the bathroom, and Lion can’t seem to remember to bring them out with him after his shower. I have to do it. I think he should remember, and to  help him, I’m making it a rule. I’m sure it won’t take very long for his sore butt to get the message up to his brain – maybe a day or two.

Of course, that doesn’t mean he’ll be swat-free. We still need to make his virgin butt slutty again.

[Lion — I was planning to move the little pill packets from the bathroom to a drawer in my nightstand. That was my solution. I see Mrs. Lion’s point. They’ll stay in the bathroom.]

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Lion at full mast.
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Since Lion was getting hard just from the mere mention of spanking, we decided to give an organic orgasm a shot. It’s been a while since he’s been able to get and maintain an erection on his own. It was nice to see one the other day.

I don’t know if it was because he hadn’t been spanked recently or if the whole process of sex feels inorganic, but he didn’t get very hard. Sometimes that isn’t a problem. A non-woody weenie can have an orgasm. We’ve done it before. Unfortunately, last night was not one of those times. It seemed like we were on the way and then it just stopped.

The Edex was on the nightstand. We could have used it, but I think we were both a little worn out from trying. I was very warm from the exercise. I suggested trying again tonight. Lion pointed out that today is punishment day and perhaps some swats would help things along. I have a quick errand to run after work but I’m game after that.

Things may still be packed in boxes, but we can get Lion’s mojo back with the few paddles I’ve unearthed. If I need more, I know where the boxes are.

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lion harnessed on spanking bench witha red butt

Lion thought it would be a good idea to test out the harness and straps he bought to make sure he couldn’t escape the spanking bench. Aside from the fact that I haven’t located the strap we’ve been using, I thought it was working fine. He could wiggle. He’d slide down a bit, but I guess I saw that as part of the game. Shouldn’t he be able to hold still? Doesn’t he want me to spank him? Isn’t that something I should be able to demand?

Anyway, he put the harness on and I strapped him down. He could wiggle. He didn’t slide down. One for two. I used a leather paddle to get his virgin butt back into shape. Of course, if I hit hard enough, whether it’s leather or wood is of little consequence. It just plain hurts.

I got his buns a lovely shade of red, with a leathery patch on each cheek, within five minutes. Virgin butts, I reasoned, should not be made to endure the entire ten minutes. We’ll have to work up the that.

A while later, as we were snuggling, Mr. Weenie made an attempt to get hard. Lion sees this as proof that spanking helps him. This morning, we were talking about spanking and how I’ll have to find more rules for him to have more opportunities, but we should just do more spanking anyway. And there goes Mr. Weenie again. This time he was harder and standing up tall and proud. More proof that just talking about spanking helps Lion.

I had to go around to Lion’s side of the bed to admire my weenie. Just for fun, I gave him a few sucks. He wanted more. Too bad. That’s for later. There are things to be done around the house. Besides, there might be another spanking coming before the next blow job. We need more proof that spanking makes the weenie rise.

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I wasn’t feeling well when I put my medications in their little pockets. I can never remember which one will put me to sleep, so I usually check. However, that little step seemed like too much effort. And now I think I’m paying for it. I’ve been really tired. Of course, I’ve been tired from being sick but this is a can’t-keep-my-eyes-open kind of tired, and it happened right around the time I started taking the new batch of pills. I need to figure out which medication is the culprit and switch it to nighttime pockets.

Last night, we tried a new Chinese restaurant. It was not a success. A few weeks ago, we tried a pizza place. That was not a success either. There are plenty more of both kinds of restaurants. We just need to go down the list. Last night’s fiasco was courtesy of a website with a promising picture of Moo Goo Gai Pan. The Yelp reviews for everything around here are a mix of “I’d eat there every day if I could” to “I barfed my guts out when I got home” for the same restaurant. It’s hard to figure out which one to choose.

I need to get back to unpacking. Lion would like me to unpack more of his office, but I think mine is worse. I have one narrow path in, and the dog competes with me when it’s time to walk in or out. I don’t have my personal computer set up because the work computer took precedence. I don’t know if I’ll get it set up anytime soon. I’m just looking to declutter, have room to move my chair around, and not trip over the dog on my way in or out.

Once we both feel better, Lion’s butt will get the much-anticipated whomping. Will it be tonight? Maybe. I’m tired, but that’s the medicine talking. I’m sure I can muster up the strength to beat his butt if he’s up for it. [Lion — Yup, I feel better too.] My role takes more energy, but he has to be prepared to take the swats. That’s not necessarily something you can do if you don’t feel well.