The only thing good about the Giants right now is that next week is a bye week so they can’t lose. I decided on Saturday that we would play our football game while watching the Giants since that’s the only game we’re guaranteed to watch. I’ll have to pick another game for next week.

Part of the way through the game, Eli Manning threw yet another interception. It’s true that the offensive line isn’t much help to him but he can throw to the correct color jersey. If he’s in doubt, he should look at the color he’s wearing before he makes a throw. I decided I should do something to Lion when Eli throws an interception or fumbles the ball. I didn’t want it to be a zap or a swat. Those are for penalties and points. However, since I’ve been using the tenderizer paddle, Lion suggested a swat with the tenderizer side. That works. It’s different enough.

Last week I hadn’t intended to swat harder for opposition points. When the Giants scored their first pathetic field goal, Lion noted that I was hitting harder when the Giants scored. Maybe I overcompensated. Maybe I’m just annoyed that the Giants can’t score a damn touchdown. Maybe I’m tired of losing every week. That’s obviously no reason to take it out on Lion. If anything, I probably varied the strength of the swats from one score to the next for the remainder of the game. At least that was the goal.

Before we watched the game, I waxed Lion. I did the front side, except for armpits, and then Lion suggested only doing his thighs and butt. We’ll circle back to the rest at a later date. I think I bruised him less this week. I also missed fur again. I think that’s to be expected. I’m not sure I’ll ever get it all. It’s not that I don’t try. It’s just difficult to see every tiny hair. And then some of them get stubborn and don’t want to come out no matter which direction the hair grows. It’s frustrating. I can always sneak up on them next time.

I had Lion pick from the Box O’Fun after the game. He chose figging. I’ll have to brush up on my ginger peeling skills. It’s been a while. Normally I pull the ginger out of the fridge right before I peel it. I wonder if it will have more of an effect if I let it get to room temperature first. It’s worth a shot.

I think our inaugural football game went well. There were nine penalties called and 43 points scored. Every time the Giants scored a field goal, Lion would say he wished he was getting seven swats instead of three. The only good thing is that the other team was just as pathetic at protecting their quarterback.

I started out with the shock collar set at two. I’ve never been zapped by it but it made Lion almost airborne when I zapped him. After a few zaps I turned it down to one. He helpfully told me that the longer I held the button down, the longer the zap lasted. When will he learn not to help? I tried to vary the length of time I zapped him but the last three or four were quick zaps.

I also tried to vary the strength of the swats. Lion pointed out that I gave lighter swats when the Giants scored than when the Falcons scored. I must have done this without thinking about it. I guess it makes sense because I would have been more annoyed when the other team scored. It’s funny it worked out that way.

When the game was over I reminded Lion that he’d spilled food on his shirt at lunch. He wasn’t excused from that. He told me to check the short to see if I could find a stain. That was our old rule. If he could get rid of the stain by the time we got home then he wouldn’t be punished. I even enabled him by carrying a stain remover. Some months ago we agreed that it was the act of getting the stain itself that deserved punishment, regardless of whether it was visible later. Of course, if it’s water or even a light broth that disappears by itself then there will be no punishment. Lion grudgingly conceded that the rule had changed. His butt was in trouble.

It was late when we finally snuggled and I attempted to arouse the sleeping weenie. Well, it wasn’t really sleeping. The game had piqued his interest. Being whomped and zapped was exciting. I decided to give him some oral attention. I got him close to the edge but it didn’t seem like I could get him over the top. Lion says it feels like he’s hitting a wall. He’s convinced he’s broken. I say he’s just got a lot on his mind with his vision troubles. Plus he’s been itchy again. It’s not a good combination for sex.

I’m not giving up on him. Not now. Not ever. I’m fairly stubborn. If I want my weenie to give me an orgasm then, dammit, my weenie will give me an orgasm. Eventually.

Mrs. Lion and I make frequent, often-worrisome references to the Box O’Fun. This is a “gimmick” she invented to add spice to our play. She wrote BDSM activities, one-to-a-card on index cards. These activities range from a benign ball bondage session to tiny dollhouse clothespins applied to the head of my penis. She’s included everything we’ve ever done on one or more cards.

I’ver always managed to talk my way out of the meanest activities before the Box was created. Mrs. Lion is committed to performing what ever is written on the card I select. As you probably guessed, I can’t see what’s on the cards until after I pick one. They are folded in half. She keeps the Box locked in the same safe that holds the key to my chastity device. I can’t cheat and remove particularly odious “prizes”.

I like that we are going to use the Box again. Lioness 2.0 is going to push the limit on anything I select. I also like that. It isn’t that I want lots of pain. At least I don’t think I do. It’s more about how hot it is to surrender control to her with the full knowledge she’ll hurt me. That’s a big turn on!

The Box O’fun assures I will suffer a variety of activities. Each card I select goes into a storage box and isn’t returned to the Box until I have picked all of the cards. That means sooner or later those little clothespins will be decorating my cock head. It’s inevitable. I like that too.

The Box also has anal cards too. They tell Mrs. Lion to stuff various toys up my ass. Nothing’s been up there in months. In case you wondered, when Mrs. Lion thinks of something new, she creates one or more cards for the activity. That’s the other thing. There is more than one card for some activities. I don’t know which activities have dupes or triples. When we get back to playing with the Box more often, I’ll find out.

I like the gamification of BDSM. I enjoyed our Zapardy game. Spanking games are exciting too. I always enjoyed games where there were penalties I had to pay. I love when the penalties are inevitable. It’s no fun if I can talk my way out.

There’s one thing that we may have missed with the Box O’Fun. The box contains lots of mostly-painful activities, but doesn’t specify how long the activity should go on. Mrs. Lion may want to consider whether she needs to modify the game a bit to cover duration.

She also may have some new ideas as well. I’ll find out when I pick the right (un)lucky card.

I’m torn. Part of me wants to revisit my idea of doing ball bondage for Lion rather than have him choose from the Box O’Fun tonight. I was going to do it Friday night before he asked that we postpone the game. Then Saturday fell apart with the power outage. Sunday didn’t exactly fall apart but it didn’t seem like the night for a game.

We created the Box O’Fun to encourage play. Lion was pretty unlucky with his first few picks. It is all part of the game but I just have a feeling he’s going to get Velcro or the tiny clothes pins. I want to save him from himself. On the other hand, those things add to the “fun” of the Box O’Fun. There’s inherent danger involved. It’s exciting.

I guess that’s why people like horror movies. They know it’s coming. Maybe this scene will be it. Maybe right around that corner is the guy who decapitates the character. And then they scream their heads off. I may jump when it happens, but those movies usually make me laugh. The dumbass who goes into the kitchen deserves to be stabbed. Who goes into the kitchen alone in a horror movie? They’ve even made spoofs about it.

Luckily, in Lion’s case, there’s no blood or decapitation. Just me making fun of him for his pained look when he knows he asked for it. Maybe not that specific torture but he did ask for torture. I can look angelic and tell him I’m only doing what he wants me to do. I am innocent. I’m just the dutiful wife trying to make her husband happy.

[Lion — I know that whenever I pick a card, I will end up hurting in one way or another. I think that’s the excitement of the game for me.]