Swatting, Sitting and Waxing
We stayed a long time at the casino last night. Right off the bat, Lion was up a lot of money. He hit some very good spins. When we moved to different machines, I did a little better. We ate dinner late, played more slots, and left about 11 or so. That’s a long time to be sitting in largely the same position. Granted, I sit all day for work, but I move around more. Once we got home and washed the casino smell off, we didn’t fair much better getting to sleep. I think it was close to 3 before we finally called it.
This morning, I was cold, and my shoulder hurt. I think the position of my arm while hitting the spin button, coupled with the length of time, did me in. I’ll wax Lion today, but that may be the extent of my movements. Unfortunately, I do have to clear off the waxing table. I’ve started melting the new wax we have. I think it’s a lower temperature wax that says to melt it to a creamy consistency. I have no idea how long that will take to melt. Of course, I never know how long the other wax will take either.
Sometimes, I wind up burning Lion’s balls when I wax him. Not really burning them, but it’s quite a shock for him. I try to make sure the temperature is turned down and I wave the applicator around to dissipate the heat, but it doesn’t always work. It will be interesting to see how this new wax works. Maybe I won’t need to wave it around. It’s the first time trying new wax in a very long time.
I whomped Lion’s buns before we went to the casino yesterday. Unfortunately, the chairs are too comfy for a freshly whomped butt and he didn’t feel the effects. I noticed he had some marks this morning. I made him bleed because I used mostly wooden paddles with a few rubber ones mixed in. I didn’t even spank him for the full ten minutes. I stopped at five minutes because he was sufficiently red. I put some healing lotion on him, and off we went. I haven’t heard a pain report this morning, so I assume it isn’t an issue.
He said it sounded like I was enjoying myself while I swatted him. I still think he confuses pageantry with enjoying myself. I may be admiring a job well done, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy to be spanking him. It’s a necessary evil. It benefits both of us. I don’t like it any more than he does.