According to our Alexa, it’s going up to 77 today. I like the warmer weather but that seems a bit excessive all at once. If I scramble to set up the air conditioners, it will be in the 50s and raining by tomorrow. Actually, I think that is the forecast. I found the window fans, so I think we can last a day with just those. I think the same is true of the magnetic screen door I got for the dog. It will be fine for today, but then unnecessary for a few more months.

We did a run this morning to get rid of our excess cardboard. For the most part, it will fit in our recycle can, but sometimes we have a lot, and we’ll need to load it up and drop it off. Luckily, it’s not a long drive. It’s also not out of our way like it was at the old house.

Lion was talking about moving again. He doesn’t like the area. I wonder why I’m busying myself unpacking if I’ll just have to start packing all over again. I don’t necessarily like this house, but I don’t mind the area. He also doesn’t like the management company. We know they’ll likely raise the rent in a year. I guess I’m unpacking but not getting too comfortable.

I did manage to clear a path through the middle of the living room the other day. I got rid of some cardboard and moved some of the moving boxes into the garage. There’s more to do, but I gained a little bit of wiggle room and now I can unpack more boxes, which creates more cardboard and more empty moving boxes. Vicious cycle. However, I’m that much closer to being able to use the living room.

Lion has been hinting (strongly) that he’s horny. Nope. He’s outright said he’s horny. Hint. HINT. And, of course, he’s furry. When, oh when, can I wax him. I guess it would be different if he was trying to make himself pretty for me, but I have nothing to do with it. Aside from the occasional tickled nose, I couldn’t care less how furry he is. It’s not like he smells. I don’t wind up with errant pubic hairs in my mouth. It is strictly a Lion-likes-to-feel-pretty thing. I uncovered the cart for the wax melters. I’m just not in a real hurry to wax him. If I have to choose between waxing and all the other things that need to be done around here, I choose all the other things. I will, however, take time to solve his horniness issue.

The other night, Lion was looking for a documentary to watch. The TV suggested a few and he picked one on Hemingway because Lion knows he’s my favorite writer. Well, my favorite writer from way back when. I know. He was a male chauvinist, etc, etc. But that does not detract from being a great writer.

When we started it, we didn’t realize that it was a multi-part series. And I didn’t realize how much I still like his style. It’s generally short, choppy sentences. But in those short sentences, somehow, he can convey so much without saying a lot. You can feel the dust being disturbed and settling back down.

I’ve only read three or four of his novels. I don’t think Lion has read any. I read most of them when I was in high school, but they definitely stood up. I remember A Farewell to Arms being very tedious for a fourteen—or fifteen-year-old to read. It was one of the audio books I listened to a few years ago. It is still my favorite.

Lion’s been writing again. I don’t know what this book is about. I don’t need to know. He may change directions a few times before he’s ready for anyone to read it. I’m just glad he’s writing again. I know it frustrates him sometimes, but it’s a good outlet. [Lion — Actually, I’m revising my last novel. It needs work. I started another, but I’m not sure it’s worth the effort if no one wants to publish what I write.]

I didn’t spank him last night. Once again, I was working on something, and he asked me to find a power cord for one of his many printers. I dug through a bunch of boxes and came up empty. It turns out I was looking for the wrong printer. The one he wanted doesn’t need a power cord. I’ve told him that a few times. Am I sure it doesn’t need a power cord? There’s no place to plug one in. And when I press the button, a green light comes on. I’d say that was definitive. He still asked if I was sure.

Anyway, after that fiasco, I didn’t feel like spanking him. I guess I was annoyed enough, but I’m not going to hit him when I’m upset. I don’t want to really hurt him. A few bruises and a little blood is fine, but what if I start whomping and can’t stop? I doubt that will happen, but why tempt fate?

I failed to read his email yesterday, but I read today’s. The Lion weather is steamy. He reminded me I owe him a spanking or three. I agreed and told him he needed to stop distracting me by making me look for power cords. Maybe I can actually swat him tonight.

Maybe.

ferrule paddle on lion's butt

Sometimes I don’t know which way to go. I need to unpack. I need to do timely things. I need to do what Lion wants me to do. Those are rarely the same things. I know he’s frustrated with all the boxes still around. I am too. He asked if he should advertise for someone to help unpack. I don’t think that would help because things from any box don’t have a home yet.

For example, there are things that need to go in the living room, which is currently stacked high with boxes and cardboard that needs to get tossed. Yesterday, I started taking some cardboard out to the garage to prepare it for a trip to the recycling center. My hope was that I could tunnel through the living room to put some stuff away in there. Lion asked if I could replace the batteries in his uninterruptible power supply, so I switched gears to do that. Then there’s the regular crap that needs to get done.

When am I going to spank Lion? Unfortunately, that’s been on the back burner for quite some time. I could promise him I’ll do it tonight, but I hate promising and not following through. I will say I’ll try to do it tonight. I owe him for annoying me and forgetting his pills at least once. Every time I let him slide, his butt gets that much closer to virgin status again. Maybe I need to commit to spanking him every night for five minutes. Of course, it would be ten minutes if he’s earned a real punishment. I’m not sure that’s a sustainable goal, but it would be a step in the right direction. He certainly wouldn’t have a virgin butt anymore.

I need to find that bigger strap. I’m not sure I like the harness that Lion got. He needs to be restrained.

It should come as no surprise that I didn’t spank Lion last night. I was on my feet a lot yesterday unpacking and standing around waiting for an Alexa to connect to the network. I think standing in one place is worse for me than moving around. I don’t know why. At any rate, my back and hips were tight and annoyed. My right shoulder is still annoyed, but I can make do with my left arm for spanking.

The question now is, do I spank him tonight or do we break out the Edex for some fun? I won’t ask Lion. I know what his answer will be. And I’m interested in whether he can have another orgasm via a hand job. Not that I want to switch completely to hand jobs again. I’m just curious if it’s an option. It worked out well last time. If I can find some rope, I can play “follow the bouncing balls”. I’m showing my age. You see, way back in the olden days, there were these things called records…. When I tie his balls, I can make them bounce up and down when I play with him. I like that. I’m unsure if he does, but that’s hardly the point. It amuses me, and that’s what matters. He’s got his balls tied, and I’m jerking him off. He’ll be just fine.

I think it was yesterday he asked if I could wax him soon. The short answer is yes. The shorter answer is no. However, I channeled my mother and said, “I suppose.” That always meant she didn’t really want to say yes but couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. You were supposed to infer her displeasure from the accompanying sigh. I did my best “Mom” imitation. I’m sure Lion only heard yes. He didn’t have the long history of the sighing “I suppose” that I did.

I know where the wax and the melters are. I don’t remember where the cart is. It took me twenty minutes this afternoon to find something I’d had in my hand a few minutes earlier. I don’t know how long it will take me to find the cart. I’ll look when I’m done here.