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Lion was a little perturbed that we didn’t play early yesterday. Well, maybe he was more worried. He asked if I was okay. To me, that’s code for “Why didn’t we play? You said we’d play early most days.” Maybe he didn’t mean anything by it. I’m famous for putting my own spin on his comments. He’s guilty of it too. Now he’ll say he needs to shut up and not ask any questions.

I guess I didn’t realize when he asked me, but I was a little annoyed. Not by Lion. When I went to make dinner, I realized I’m tired of being the one who makes breakfast, lunch and dinner. I know it’s difficult for Lion to do any of it, but that doesn’t stop me from being annoyed. The other day, Lion was in the kitchen. I asked what he was doing. He said he was trying to figure out what to do about lunch. He decided on a sandwich, said what kind of sandwich and walked out of the kitchen. Was it magically going to make itself? Don’t worry. Lioness the magician will do it.

There’s nothing Lion has to do or say to fix the problem. I just have to work through it. Maybe it’s all part of being cooped up in the house for days on end. I don’t have cabin fever. I don’t really have an itch to go anywhere. I think it’s just that the things to do around the house involve me being the one doing them. Lion can point out that the kitchen floor needs to be mopped, but I’m the one who has to do it. He can point out that he hates the mess in his office, but I’m the one who has to clean it. And it’s not like I haven’t been vegetating at all for the past few weeks. I’ve been playing games and watching TV. But there’s always the “everything else” hanging over my head.

All is not moping and misery. Not my misery, at least. Lion is another story. He got his punishment for forgetting to get the coffee pot ready. He agreed that a play spanking would have been much better when I asked him about it halfway through. His buns were deep rosy with a slight spot of blood on each cheek. He was not a happy boy. Hours later, he said he still had some sore spots. We both had a rough night from a sleeping point of view and I didn’t think to ask if he has any lasting effects.

I left him to tend to his wounds and took a shower. Not only does it obviously get me clean, but it also put some time between his spanking and his fun time. Playing with him right after punishment sends mixed signals. When I thought he was ready, I told him to lay across the bed. I’ve been finding it easier to give him oral sex than handjobs lately. On Thursday night I put quite a bit of strain on my shoulders reaching over to jerk him off. Unfortunately, leaning on them for his blow job also puts stress on them. But I powered through. I got him to the edge. I got him very close. And I debated if I should leave him hanging. But in the end, I decided if I put in that much work and my shoulders were hurting, dammit, I was going to get my cream filling reward. And I did.

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We didn’t play yesterday afternoon. I’m going to try my hardest to make sure we do today. Lion was a little perturbed that after all we’ve been writing about, I still didn’t do anything with him early in the day. I have two things to say about that: Shit happens! and we play when I say we play. [Lion — Yes Ma’am.]

While I made dinner, I was trying to figure out what to do with Lion. I decided he could sit with a butt plug up his ass while I took a shower. That would take care of some play. After I finished the dinner dishes I turned on the dishwasher. Oops. I try not to run it when anyone is showering. Lion swears that doing things with water has no effect on showers. If anyone has ever been boiled when someone flushes a toilet, you know why I don’t take a chance.

It was no big deal anyway. It just meant Lion would get his attention earlier. He’d asked if I was just going to leave the butt plug in or move it. I’ve been taking anything he says as a critique lately. I was just going to leave it but it was possible to move it. He said he was just curious.

I don’t know how Lion feels, but it seems like handjobs aren’t working as well as they used to. Even with play, he takes a while to get anywhere. It’s not necessarily right after an orgasm, but his refractory period does seem to slow things down. It makes perfect sense. I’m not saying he’s broken. I got him close to the edge the other day with my hand. And then I decided that he doesn’t necessarily have to get to the edge each time for things to work. Getting him excited, even short of the edge adds to his frustration. It feels good and makes him want more. I’ve only done that to him a few times on purpose, but that’s when I knew he was already horny and frustrated. I got him all revved up and waiting for more and then just stopped. That may be worse than edging him.

I just decided that Lion would react better to some oral activity. I didn’t touch the butt plug; it was still up his ass. I had him lay across the bed and I went to work. I know the butt plug makes an orgasm a bit uncomfortable. Muscles clamping down divert attention from the main attraction. I wasn’t planning on giving him an orgasm, but I knew he’d be acutely aware of the butt plug while I sucked him. Sure, I may be doing something he loves and, in his mind, maybe I’d go all the way even though it hasn’t been long since his last orgasm, but I guy can hope and, oh, by the way, there’s a butt plug up his ass. [Lion — It was 5 days.]

So I sucked and I licked and I tickled his balls. I’m not sure I ever actually got him to the edge or even close, but I decided to stop. He groaned a little bit. Was that the groan of “oh man, I was almost there” or “dammit, I wasn’t even close and I need more”? I don’t know. In either case, I left him wanting more. And more he shall get.

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I used one of the new rubber paddles to whomp Lion yesterday afternoon. It does pack quite a punch. He was rosy red in no time. It also looked like he would be bruised. Unfortunately, I opened up one spot on each cheek that bled. As long as he doesn’t bleed too much I can continue if I avoid those areas. When I tried yesterday, the blood splattered even though I was over an inch away. I’m sure Lion would have been fine if we continued, but I didn’t want to make a mess. Our detractors will be happy to know that the bleeding stopped when I blotted his buns with a tissue.

Lion reported a minimal amount of soreness a few hours later. It’s been quite a while since I’ve given him a lasting spanking. I’ll have to figure out what paddle I used then. Lion suggested filing the edges of the new rubber paddle so they won’t cut into him. I’ll have to see if we have any files or sandpaper that will handle the job.

A while after his whomping, but still before dinner, I moved over to fondle my weenie and balls. It occurred to me that I could just get him hard, jerk him off a bit and call it good. Nothing in our agreement said I need to try to get him to the edge. A “driveby” should suffice. But I was in a generous mood so I got him hard and then told him I wanted him across the bed.

Zoom! He was in position for oral fun.

When I got between his legs I had a surprise for him. I rubbed some menthol on his perineum. He asked what I was doing down there. I thought he’d smell the menthol. Sometimes it takes a while for the heat to build up. I didn’t want to put too much and set him on fire. I teased my weenie with my tongue while I waited for the menthol to work its magic.

I forgot all about the menthol once I went to work on him. I don’t know if Lion felt the heat at that point either. Over the course of his blow job, he went from being hard to softer to very hard. I edged him a few times and then settled into edging him but keeping my tongue working on him and then sucking him to the edge but keeping my tongue working. I thought he’d have an orgasm just from my tongue but he didn’t. Just as well. I wanted to suck him dry. And I did.

Afterward, I was standing at the foot of the bed and Lion was a crumpled mess trying to catch his breath. Mission accomplished!

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When you watch TV shows that center on the husband being a buffoon, which is almost all shows, the wife tends to be a bitch. At some point, someone will say the phrase “happy wife, happy life.” Lion is not a buffoon, I don’t think I’m a bitch and the phrase tends to be “happy husband, happy life.” I know it doesn’t rhyme but bear with me.

Lion was upset the other day, thinking that I was bored with him or that I didn’t like him. He’s a very sensitive guy. If I spend too much time on my iPad or I don’t follow through with plans of sexual attention, he thinks something is wrong. In an effort to dissuade this, I changed our agreement from sexual attention at least every other day to sexual attention six days out of seven. I further promised to make afternoon delight the norm for as long as we’re quarantined and on weekends thereafter. We started yesterday.

At some point in the early afternoon, Lion went into the bedroom. I finished what I was doing and followed him. We watched some TV and snuggled a bit before I put the moves on him. When I finally moved into the handjob position, I grabbed the Magic Wand. Lion sighed. Clearly that wasn’t the attention he was hoping for. I told him I didn’t need to use it, but he told me to continue. He wasn’t very convincing. I proceeded for a few minutes and he did seem to be enjoying himself, but it definitely was not what he wanted. It wasn’t what I wanted either, but I’d decided to do something that was a little more than “just” masturbation. What I really wanted to do was give him a blow job, so I told him to lay across the bed. If you want to see a man move fast, tell him you’re going to give him a blow job.

Since he was already pretty hard from the Magic Wand, it didn’t take much to get him the rest of the way. I didn’t go right for sucking though. I kissed him all over and then teased him with the tip of my tongue. And when I finally started sucking him, I made sure there was a lot of suction involved. I don’t normally do it that way because it can get too intense, but intense was exactly what I was going for. I asked him how many days it had been. He said eight and I made a comment about that being no good. I didn’t say what that meant. It could have been too many or too little. At that point, I wasn’t sure which one.

As I continued making him squirm, I decided that I’d get him as close as I could for as long as I could without pushing him over the edge. If it happened, it happened, but I didn’t really want it to. Eight days is an average wait, but I haven’t really gotten him to the edge much since his last orgasm. He needs to suffer a bit. How can he truly enjoy an orgasm to its fullest if he hasn’t been frustrated enough? What’s enough? It’s not an exact science. Many times I think he’s suffered enough and, after orgasm, he’ll say he didn’t really want one. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy it or really want it. He just wanted to be denied again. That’s when I feel like I can’t win.

I don’t know how long I’ll make him wait. Maybe he’ll get lucky today. Maybe it won’t be till Thursday. Maybe, since days are meaningless right now, I won’t have any idea what day it is. But eventually, he’ll have the orgasm he so dearly wants.