In yesterday’s post, Lion had a survey he did about handjobs. We were both surprised that many women don’t want to give men handjobs. Weird. Although I don’t imagine too many mothers give the options of oral sex and handjobs as alternatives to intercourse, it would seem to be a reasonable thing to do. It would protect girls’ virgin status and eliminate unintended pregnancies. Yes, I am aware that most mothers are going for abstinence rather than workarounds. But think of the pressure alleviated by handjobs and oral sex. Pun intended.

As soon as I read Lion’s post, I told him it was good and added that I like giving him handjobs, whether for teasing or orgasm. He said he appreciates it. Further, I like giving him oral sex for teasing or orgasm. And, yes, I do swallow. Yum!

I wonder what the aversion to handjobs is. Are those women not turned on by a hard penis? If it’s true that the respondents are women who follow Lion on Twitter, I’m even more perplexed. It’s true that some women are only slightly involved in the day-to-day workings of male chastity with their mate. The man may be responsible for locking and unlocking. He may masturbate under her supervision. If he springs to life when he’s released from the cage, she could just mount him and ride to her heart’s content. There would be no need for her to touch it at all.

It occurs to me that I may be thinking about this as normal versus abnormal. In my mind, it’s normal to give a man a handjob and oral sex. However, who’s to say I’m normal. I’m very rarely accused of being normal. Some women find it perfectly normal to have sex with multiple men, whether at the same time or not. That’s not my normal to each his or her own.

Today is puppy day. We’re very excited. Lion wants to hold her on the way home. It’s at least a three-hour drive, so he may think better of that, depending on how squirmy she is. Daisy just settled in on his lap, but that was a much quicker ride home. Willow is used to running around unencumbered, and being held may not be her forte. We have a carrier for her so she can snooze in peace.

Last night I brought out the spanking bench and got Lion’s derriere nice and red. I focused on the crack and his upper cheeks. Swatting low results in bleeding, and I was trying to avoid that as much as possible. That said, it’s not like I avoided that area entirely. I got him rosy red down there too. To his dismay, I continued after the timer went off. It wasn’t long, but it was enough to remind him that the timer is just a guide. At the end, I gave him a few hard swats with the bloodwood, round-headed paddle. A potential bruise appeared on his right cheek, and his left cheek bled a little. I haven’t decided if it’s the paddle itself or the strength of the swat that causes bleeding. Next time Lion wants me to use the larger paddle exclusively to see if it does more than make him red.

I was trying to decide if it was better to do punishment on one day and sex on another when I noticed Lion was asleep. Oh well. I guess we kick that can down the road a bit. A while after he woke up, someone mentioned Cialis on TV. He said he took one. Aha! Punishment and sex will happen on the same day. I was all set to give him an orgasm. I figured punishment, an orgasm, and a puppy all within 24 hours would make Lion a very happy boy. Alas, an orgasm was not meant to be. He enjoyed himself, and that’s the important part. Maybe he can get there tonight. I’m willing. Let’s see what the puppy has to say about it.

We survived the heatwave. It should be a chilly 97 today. There’s smoke from a nearby wildfire near work. It’s hazy and stinky outside. Good thing we don’t need to be outside.

I decided not to spank Lion last night. It was just too hot. I was sweating just watching TV. I started sweating as soon as I got out of the shower. However, Lion was making horny noises, so I tried to accommodate him. I think I sabotaged things by just sucking him instead of playing with him first. I was going to let him go all the way. When he couldn’t make it, I teased him that it was because he needed a spanking. He claims it was because it was so hot.

Yeah. Sure.

I promised him I’ll spank him tonight. He says there’s no rush. We both know he needs to take his punishment as close to the “crime” as possible, but it was just too hot to do it last night. I’m not really sure tonight will be much better, but we’ll see. The air conditioner and fan will still be going.

Tomorrow, Lion has a doctor’s appointment, and then we’re off to puppy world. I said he needs to distract the owner so I can corral all the puppies into the car and pupnap them. It’s so cute with them all running around together. I was thinking, if we ever got another dog, maybe we should get two, so they can keep each other company. The truth is, we’ll have our hands full with one. If this one is anything like Daisy, she’ll be into everything. I’m not sure we can puppy-proof the house. We have a week or so to figure it out.

The other night, I took on the freezer to clear ice blocking the drain on the bottom. By the time I was done, my right shoulder had hurt, and I had a rather large bruise on my left palm. Plus, I’d been crawling around on the floor, so my legs and back were unhappy. After I took a shower, I didn’t want to do anything else. Yesterday, I took advantage of the last sunny day for a while and mowed the strip of grass that was left. It took about twenty minutes and added to my step count for the week. I was sweaty and needed a break. Just before I’d gone to mow the lawn, our new TV audio/video receiver arrived. For whatever reason, the old one decided to stop pushing sound out to all but the right front speaker, so we had to replace it. After about an hour’s rest, I tackled installing it. What fun!

Despite all of the chores and all the crawling around on the floor, I still found the energy to play with Lion last night. He was hard almost from the second I touched him. That was a big clue he was horny. The other was that he was out from under the blankets. I used my hand for a little bit and then asked if he’d like to be sucked. He’s only turned me down a handful of times when I’ve asked that. I knew he wouldn’t last night.

Even though he was hard, I still took my time. I didn’t want him to accuse me of rushing. Besides, I wanted to get him all hot and bothered. On one of my breaks from sucking him, I noticed his wait time was 13 days. I know. It’s not the longest wait on record. We were averaging a seven-day wait, I think. Then Lion started having some trouble maintaining erections and/or getting turned on. I think our average then went to something like fourteen days. Some men like to wait a long time. We’ve never really played it that way. When I took control over Lion’s orgasms, I never really thought about making him wait a long time. I saw it as my decision to allow him to come when I wanted him to come. Whatever day we’re on, if I want him to have an orgasm, he should have an orgasm. Three-day wait? Let’s do it. Seven-day wait? Yes, please. Four days? Bring it. It has little to do with when he wants one.

Of course, that’s not true. I can’t compel him to have an orgasm if he’s not cooperative. There are times he’d love to have an orgasm, and my weenie doesn’t cooperate. Sometimes I’ve been able to “take” an orgasm. By that, I mean he’s not necessarily horny, but I can be persistent and rub one out of him. Now I’ve modified my control of Lion’s orgasms to be when I want him to have an orgasm, he has an orgasm… as long as his body is able.

Thankfully, he was horny enough and hard enough last night to be edged a few times before I gave him an orgasm. I tasted precum on the first edging and more on the way to the finish line when I got a nice amount of cream filling. I won’t say it’s the most I’ve ever gotten, but it’s the most I’ve gotten in a while. Much to Lion’s dismay (Not!), I didn’t share any with him. It’s mine, and he can’t have it. But there’s always next time.