Last night we went to pick up Lion’s glasses. Ordinarily, the trip would take about 20 minutes each way. Unfortunately, the main road closed on Monday so we had to take a detour, behind a slow driver. It took 45 minutes. The trip back was shorter. I guess we managed to hit rush hour.

By the time we got home and ate dinner, I was done. I think the medication change is bothering me. I’m achier and more tired. I’ve had a headache off and on for the past four or five days. I hope these issues will resolve once my body get used to the meds. I just don’t know how long it will take. I’m willing to tough it out for about a month before I send up a flare to the doctor. In the meantime, I’ll manage the best I can.

Lion was a little disappointed I wasn’t able to give him any attention. He understood, but that doesn’t take away from the disappointment. I mean, you can understand why you can’t have X but you can still be disappointed. As it turns out, Lion’s shoulder started hurting while we snuggled. He may need to go back in for a steroid shot. We’re both just falling apart at the seams.

Tonight, I have to pick up more of the dog’s medicine and change the bed. Once that’s done, Lion can probably have some fun. I don’t want to disappoint him two nights in a row. I know I might not get him to the edge so soon after an orgasm, but I need to try. He might surprise me. He’s been hornier than usual lately.

He did ask for some attention for his butt too. It may not happen tonight, but it will happen. As I was cleaning up over the weekend, I found a multi-color dildo we’ve never used. It might be a bit big for starters but I’m sure he can take it with a little practice. He might even be ready for it before the weekend is over.

Lion’s Butt recently spanked.

It is no secret that I love Lion’s butt. While I love his whole body, I am particularly fond of his butt. It’s ironic because he doesn’t have much of a butt. It’s fairly flat. It doesn’t even hold his pants up very well. But there’s something about it that I find appealing.

I know it’s not just because I swat it. I don’t even really care if it’s bruised or not. I like the way it looks. I like to come up behind him and fondle it. He’s got soft, smooth skin. What can I say? He’s got a cute butt. [Lion — Thank you! It’s been a while since you’ve visited it. I miss the attention.]

Lion is a butt man himself. He tells a story about being in the bank behind a celebrity with a sexy butt [Phoebe Cates] while his now-ex-wife was sitting in the car admiring said celebrity’s celebrity husband. He always comments about how cute this celebrity’s butt is or used to be, depending on their age. I don’t mind these comments. I don’t even care if he looks at butts when we’re in public. I once followed a guy across a parking lot because he had a cute butt. This was pre-Lion and I wasn’t being creepy about it.

The other day I had to free our robot vacuum cleaner for the fifth or sixth time getting stuck under Lion’s printer cabinet. As I was bent over, Lion said, “Mmmmm. Nice view.” I had no pants on so he got the full monty. I love the view when he bends over too. It’s nice we can amuse each other so easily. I’d actually forgotten how much Lion loves the rear view. He doesn’t comment about mine much. I’m glad he still looks.

On Friday, it will be two weeks since I went to the doctor and found out that medication may be affecting my libido. The doctor said it could take two weeks or more to notice any difference. Don’t worry. Lion has been asking every few days if there’s been a change. Not so far. I don’t want to think too much about it. I figure it will sneak up on me. And then I’ll sneak up on Lion.

Lion waited 15 days for an orgasm this time around. That’s not his longest wait. I think it’s about average. I don’t know if he was looking for an orgasm or not. I guess one could argue that he’s always looking for an orgasm. On the other hand, sometimes he doesn’t want one. He wants to wait longer. Maybe he wants to be more frustrated. Too bad. I decide.

The interesting thing about last night was that, as he got closer and closer, he warned me he was going to come. I don’t know what made last night different from other times when it sneaks up on him. Was it because it was 15 days? Did I grab his balls just right? Was I sucking with just the right amount of pressure? Maybe it’s a random thing. There doesn’t have to be an answer.

When I’m about to have an orgasm, I always know. Sometimes it goes away if the stimulation changes. Sometimes I wonder why the hell it’s taking so long. I mean, it’s right there. What the hell are you waiting for? Usually, it’s just a slow buildup and then I’m over the top. There’s no sneaking up. I don’t know if that’s true for all women. I’ve never asked.

Maybe he normally feels it happening whether he warns me or not. He’s said he gets a tightening in his thigh muscle. So I guess the better question is why he decided to warn me last night. Don’t get me wrong. I liked it. There was a sense of urgency in his voice. Or maybe it was just him trying to speak while all of his muscles were working on other things. I put those muscles to good use and let him come.

[Lion comments — When I feel that thigh muscle pull, it’s too late. It is a sure sign I will ejaculate. Frustratingly, I don’t always get that signal. Unlike Mrs. Lion and other women, my arousal grows slowly at first. When ejaculation is close, I go from aroused to orgasm in seconds. I think this is true of most men. The reason I warned Mrs. Lion last night was that she had commented that sometimes she can’t tell when I am near the edge. Sometimes it sneaks up on me too. This time I knew, so I warned her.]

Lion wonders if I notice that domestic discipline works. I do. He rarely spills food on his shirt anymore. He’s learned to ask if I’ve eaten or he waits for me to tell him it’s okay to eat before he does. He tries very hard to avoid swats. I just don’t know if I see the value in it for everything, or maybe just for me.

I may not find punishing him as distasteful as I did at first, but I don’t breathe a sigh of relief once it’s over. I mean, it doesn’t wipe the slate clean as Lion has suggested. From my point of view, the act of telling him he interrupted me is enough. If I can muster the strength, for want of a better word, to tell him he’s wronged me in some way, I consider that a victory. Apparently swatting is what does it for him. For that reason, I guess spanking is all for him.

Regardless of whether or not I need to spank him for the punishment to be completed, I’ll keep doing it. He doesn’t get value from my growling at him. For this to keep working, we both need to get something from it. If I wanted sex, but never got an orgasm, I wouldn’t consider my needs met. Obviously, I wouldn’t need an orgasm every time necessarily, but I’d feel cheated over time. If I only yell at him and call it good, he won’t reap the benefits.

We’re all about teamwork. I growl and feel better. Lion gets swatted and feels better (about the slate being wiped clean, not about having a sore butt). It sounds like a beneficial compromise to me.

For the record, when I catch him breaking the easy rules, I don’t growl. I wipe the slate clean by catching him and shaking my head that he broke such a simple rule again. I mean, really? [Lion comments — For the record, she still spanks me every time, headshake or not.]