It was a dark and stormy day…and I am not feeling like doing any work. Seriously, it looks like it’s four o’clock in December when it’s ten in the morning. Yuck!

As you’ve probably read in Lion’s post this morning, he’s suggested approaching BDSM like we approached punishment. It’s worth a try. It seemed to work last night. We’ll keep going until it either doesn’t work or works so well we don’t need to schedule things.

The other night when I grabbed salad stuff, I got extra bell peppers so I could make stuffed peppers. My theory was that if I made extra, we could freeze them and have dinners ready for when neither of us has a clue what to eat. The problem with this is that our freezer is jam packed at the moment. I have to get in there and see what can/should be purged. Of course, we can eat some of it too. At this point, we couldn’t buy a turkey breast if we wanted to because there’s no room for it.

Anyway, back to the peppers. Lion asked if I had any ideas for dinner. I said I could do the stuffed peppers. Then he asked if I had any plans for later on. I knew he was referring to his idea of making plans for play, so I told him I was stuffing peppers. And then said I could stuff a Lion too. I tried to shove a plug up his butt on Monday but it hurt too much. He needs more practice. Apparently he’s going to get it. He dubbed yesterday Ass Wednesday. That doesn’t mean he’ll get plugged every Wednesday. It doesn’t even mean he has to wait until Wednesday to get plugged. We just thought it was funny, like Tiesday.

Once he was plugged, I started playing with my weenie. I got him a little hard, but he wasn’t cooperating. Finally I asked him where the raging hardon was. He suggested suing my mouth. My once trusty tongue failed to get him very hard. I’m blaming it all on him. I gave it my best shot. Is it my fault if he can’t take a hint?

I think Lion has entered to point in his waiting that he is less interested. Well, he may be interested, but my weenie is ignoring the memo. We also haven’t been doing much lately to encourage him. And he had a plug up his ass. There were so many things going against him. My tongue didn’t stand a chance. Good thing I don’t give up so easily.

I haven’t figured out what to do tonight. I’m pretty sure Lion will love to hate whatever I come up with.

We went out to dinner last night. I guess we were too full to do anything, so we just snuggled. It’s always fine to snuggle. Despite his post from weeks ago, I do like being close to Lion that said we don’t touch a lot. It’s true we don’t touch as much as we used to, but he’s not as active as he once was, and I think that has a little bit to do with it. Anyway, we snuggled under the covers and watched TV.

This morning, Lion sent me an email and said he hoped I didn’t mind that he bought tickets to see “My Fair Lady” in Seattle. I laughed. I can’t think of a more fitting musical for us to see. While he’s not as snobby as Henry Higgins, and I’m not as uncultured as Eliza Doolittle, we are certainly not from the same side of the tracks, as they say. Lion is definitely upper-middle class, and I am mid to lower middle class. Boarding school versus public school. Banker father versus public servant father. You get the idea. My sister also married “up.” (I didn’t the first time, and I didn’t try to this time.) I think it’s hilarious that there’s a musical that could have been written about us.

We have to run the errands we didn’t run over the weekend tonight or tomorrow night. I’m waiting till we hit Costco to get gas since it’s cheaper there. Our football team plays tonight, and we got takeout from Olive Garden, so we wouldn’t have to think about dinner for tonight. Depending on how badly our team is doing, we may turn the game off early, and Lion can have some sexy time. I owe him a plug up his butt.

I’m pretty sure he’d rather be tied to the bed, but even then, I’d have to do something to him. Technically, I could shove the plug up his butt while we watch the game and let it fester. I’m not sure that will have the same effect as having it in while I jerk him off or suck him. I think a butt plug makes things more difficult while I’m yanking on him. It might arouse him to have it in, but as things heat up, it gets in the way. When he clenches, he feels it. That can’t help.

On the other hand, I’m not really trying to help him along. Being in pain while I masturbate him is all part of the game. Of course, being tied up is not necessarily painful. It just takes away his control. That’s really what turns him on. I do have plans for tying him up. He’ll have to be patient. In the meantime, I’ll give him some of what he wants. Or, more accurately, some of what he professes not to like.

When Mrs. Lion wrote her post on Wednesday, she thought it was Thursday. A little tense-changing fixed that. I was surprised she has such ambitious plans for me. Our puppy is wearing her out. She wakes up at 5 AM, and Mrs. Lion gets out of bed and plays with her. Sometimes, the dog also wants to go out at 2 AM. Mrs. Lion handles that too.

This leaves little energy for me. Ironically, it also wears out the puppy. After Mrs. Lion goes to work, the dog snoozes curled up between the legs of my desk chair. I want to say that I am looking forward to the Thursday night activities. I’m not. That doesn’t matter. I can look forward to a spanking, an enema, and anal penetration. Thinking about that stuff is a little arousing, but I know I will be uncomfortable tonight.

I’m writing this on Thursday (the *real* Thursday), as you might have guessed. I’m sure that I will love all the attention planned for me. However, just like having a new baby, having a 12-week-old puppy can scuttle any plans we make. Anal play aside, I know that I will get my “just because” spanking. That is a priority here.

Mrs. Lion is committed to spanking me twice a week. We’ve both written quite a bit about why. I think these beatings are having a positive effect on me. I remember the coffee pot every day, and I don’t think I have done anything to annoy my lioness. It’s hard to forget what will happen if I slip. I get a reminder every Monday and Thursday. If I get in trouble, I will get another spanking, or Mrs. Lion will add five minutes to the scheduled “just because” spanking.

I don’t know if this will go on forever. I suspect that eventually, these “just because” spankings will taper off a bit. Maybe not. Mrs. Lion has learned to be determined and strict with me. You’ll find out when I do.

I whomped Lion’s butt for about five minutes last night. It seemed like enough. He was red all over and possibly had a few bruises forming. I wasn’t tired. He was only bleeding a tiny bit. But I was happy with the way his buns looked. I don’t think I cheated him. I don’t think he thinks I cheated him. He was probably very happy to be done.

After my shower, I wondered what to do with him. I still haven’t really unpacked the restraints. I showed them to him, and we acknowledged that the straps were way too long to use as is. We’ll have to work on them a bit. I thought of ginger, but I wasn’t sure we had any. Still, I decided to make it a butt night. I took a vibrating dildo that isn’t very big and went to work. The other day, he got some lube squirters, so I squirted some lube and followed that by the dildo slathered with more lube. I’d say you can never have too much lube, but you really can. Let’s say you need more than you think you do.

I was going slow, and Lion didn’t seem to be able to get it in all the way. That’s fine. I had sprung this on him. When we really get into anal play, he does an enema beforehand. I started moving it in and out since it wasn’t going in any further. When it got uncomfortable (at least when I knew it was uncomfortable), I stopped. You have to start slow with anal. You can’t just slam it in there.

When he was all cleaned up, he moved into blow job position. When I give him a hand job, I concentrate the pressure just under the head. Why not do the same thing with a blow job? I did a few deeper thrusts, but I mostly stayed with the tip. It must have worked because he was very happy. So happy, in fact, that I decided to let him go all the way. It was 16 days, and I thought he should have a happy ending.

Next time around, I’m going to try to get him super horny. If I can get him to the edge consistently, then I can get him super horny. I want him to be panting and sweating when I leave him hanging. That will require more BDSM to get him turned on. We’ll fix the straps, get some ginger, break out the IcyHot and be on our way.

By the way, I suggested having ass night every time I spank him. We’ll see what happens. If we start with an enema, it might just work.