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lion's freshly spanked bare butt

On Christmas Eve we watched “Mary Poppins.” We both love that movie. Yesterday we watched “Mary Poppins Returns.” We love that movie too, although it isn’t as good as the first. How could it be? Dick Van Dyke and Julie Andrews are just amazing. We ate chips while we watched the movie yesterday. The turkey was cooking, and neither of us felt much like eating it.

We waited a while longer and then did our Christmas meal. I don’t think I ate as much as I did at Thanksgiving but was still full afterward. The chips did me in. I was so full I didn’t even care that we forgot to do our mini apple pie. Too full. Roll me into the bedroom.

Lion mentioned that he didn’t know where the Edex was. I forgot the last dose finished off the box. I told him I knew where the rest was. He was hoping to use it last night. Oof. If he was looking for a hand job, I might have been able to swing it. I didn’t think a blow job was possible. He seemed disappointed. Of course. I told him I’d do what I could, but he said he didn’t want to have sex like that. Sorry. Tomorrow (today) is another day.

I forgot to mention that he got his spanking finally. A little while after we started the turkey, I brought out the spanking bench and strapped him in. Ironically, the night before, I was prepared to give him a five-minute spanking since his buns had reverted back to their virgin status after his long wait. His shoulder hurt too much. He didn’t even make it halfway there. Yesterday, I figured his few minutes of warmup the day before was enough to negate the virgin status. I set the timer for ten minutes and whomped away.

I used the new paddle both times. I asked if it felt like someone was punching him. He said it was definitely a thud. I switched to a leather paddle but worried that the stitches might be the thing that caused some bleeding. I decided the silicone paddle with no stitches was the way to go. It’s mean and I was hitting pretty hard. He wants to be spanked, he’s going to get spanked. At one point, I used my right arm to swat from a different angle. The silicone paddle tends to spring back like the rubber paddles do. Still, it hurt my shoulder to do it for too long. I made the most of it, though.

Apparently, it’s not the stitches that cause bleeding. He wasn’t bleeding as much as usual. I didn’t even need to wipe it away. I hadn’t used wood paddles for long. I think his buns just reach a point at which the pain is too much, so they send out the blood to make me stop. Silly buns. You know he can take much more than that. I’ll have to make it a point not to let his buns go back to virgin status. Maybe I’ll have to start spanking on punishment days again. Just because.

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Merry Christmas! We didn’t exchange gifts. We were supposed to be going away in February to see my son receive his lieutenant’s bar when he completes his residency for his physician’s assistant training. However, the landlord sprang the whole “get out of the house” thing on us and we can either afford the time and money to move or to go to the pinning ceremony. You know which one we’d rather do, but adulting is hard. Anyway, we are each other’s presents again this year. It’s a present I don’t mind receiving year after year.

The other night, Lion brought up when I said I thought I’d get bored with him. He asserted that he’s not a boring person. He’s been on all sorts of adventures and met all sorts of famous people. It’s true. He is not a boring person. However, what I actually said was that I worried I’d get bored with BDSM. While there is variety, it’s pretty much the same stuff over and over again. And for a long time, he got sex every night, although not BDSM every time. When he brings up the boring thing, I’ve always corrected him and each time, he seems surprised.

Obviously, I can’t say I didn’t sign up for this. I agreed to spank him all those years ago. In my defense, I was probably already starting to fall in love with him at that point whether I knew it or not. It seemed harmless at the time. I’m not saying it’s not harmless now. With the benefit of hindsight, would I have answered differently? We’ve certainly had more good times than bad. Over the years, he’s told me he can give up BDSM if I don’t want to do it anymore. I believed him the first time. Maybe I believed him a little bit the second time. But it’s not something he can give up. I don’t even want him to.

That said, I guess I do take breaks from it from time to time without really realizing I’m doing it. It’s not foremost in my mind, for the most part. Lion realizes it. Eventually, he gets whiny about it like yesterday’s post. Poor Lion isn’t getting enough attention. It’s the end of sex (and the world) as we know it. It’s not. The pendulum will swing back in his direction. Sometimes he’s just not a patient person.

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We haven’t done much of anything for a long time. Lion got his orgasm, but that’s about it. He’s long overdue for a spanking. It’s been at least a month and a half, probably more. I thought we’d have a house to look at today, but the realtor never got back to me. I suggested taking a drive by one of the houses we like just to see if we’d really like it. The house we looked at on Thursday was a bust. We need to be more vigilant about looking on Google maps first. Anyway, I have four days off so maybe we’ll find some time to play and/or drag out the spanking bench.

The house we saw might have been a bust, but it was near Lion’s favorite casino. He wanted to “stop in for a bit” which is code for the whole night. It wasn’t that bad. If they’d still had their buffet, that might have been true, but we left before 6 pm to find food and head back home. Maybe that was our Christmas present to each other. He got to go to the casino and we got home early. A win for both of us.

I have a bunch of stuff to do around here. I was saving cardboard boxes from deliveries so I can start packing, but I got a little overzealous. They’re taking over the house. I need to get rid of some of them and knock down the usable ones so we can maneuver again. The house in general needs to be cleaned. Lion has been rolling his eyes and muttering about the mess for a while. He doesn’t seem to understand that he contributes to the mess when he orders things. Where does the stuff go? I mean, where can I put it? There’s only so much room for things. Maybe we need to look for a much bigger house so we have more storage space. Five bedrooms, a three-car garage, a basement and an attic should do it.

Actually, Lion is due for a spanking anyway. He’s been interrupting me a lot again. I’ve just been too annoyed with everything going on to punish him. I guess, especially since he’s been grumpy about the lack of spanking, I should finally test out that new paddle while I have four days off.

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Lion has not had his orgasm yet. I expected him to do his shot yesterday, but he said he wasn’t ready when he came out of the shower. He said maybe later. “Maybe later” is code for it ain’t happening. Any time either of us says that, whatever it is gets pushed off.

We said we’d go out tonight to have Lion’s blood work done before his checkup appointment on Wednesday. When he pushed his orgasm off until today, he realized we had plans. There’s no reason we can’t do the blood work tomorrow. In a pinch, it can be done right before his appointment. We’ll do the boner juice tonight and the blood work tomorrow. Now, if he pushes it off again, I might ignore his pleas that he’s very horny. How horny can he be if he keeps pushing things off?

He’s also concerned that he hasn’t been spanked in well over a month. Perhaps, in addition to ignoring his pleas, if he pushes off his orgasm again tonight, he deserves that spanking. It’s not like he’s revving my engine up and leaving me hanging. He’s the one who’s supposedly horny. It’s really no skin off my nose. I only have to listen to him whine (he hasn’t been) that he’s horny. Maybe the prospect of a sore bottom will entice him to do the shot.

On the other hand, he does romanticize spanking. Would he push off an orgasm to force me to punish him? Hmmm. I want to say I don’t think so. He’s never been sneaky like that before. I don’t know that his need to be spanked is greater than his need for an orgasm. I guess I’ll find out later.