Lion wants me to enjoy doing things to him. He said he thinks I like to make him yelp. I don’t think that’s true. He said he’d like to think I like to make him yelp. We compromised when I said that his yelping lets me know I’m making my point.

It stands to reason that he’d yelp more the second day in a row of swats. He may not be aware that he still feels sore from the previous day, but once I start in, his buns are already screaming. I assume that’s what happened last night. He was trying to roll away right off the bat. I cautioned him. He wouldn’t want me to start over again. I know I was only forty swats into it but doing those forty swats over would hurt a lot more than just keeping still.

Of course, I don’t really have to start over. I could always add some corner time or mouth soaping so show my displeasure at his moving. I’d have to make sure I told him the “dessert” was for that purpose and not just a continuation of the punishment. Having to sit on a prickly welcome mat on top of a stool with already sore buns would go a long way toward helping him realize he needs to stay still for spankings. I do allow a certain amount of movement. But rolling away is a big no-no.

We didn’t play last night because we watch back-to-back TV shows on Tuesdays. Yes, I know we can pause the show at any time, but it’s nice to watch all the way through. When I did move over to snuggle, it was too hot. Our air conditioner isn’t working and it’s been in the 80s this week. I can produce enough heat ll by myself, I don’t need the Lion furnace’s help. So we held hands instead.

Tonight we’re going on a hunt for a window fan to get the air moving in the bedroom. While we’re out, we’ll eat dinner. We’re both trying to think of where to eat. The thought crossed my mind to suggest Mexican, but Lion has a love-hate relationship with chips and salsa. Maybe we should wait until I’m done punishing him for this first set of spilling infractions before he tempts fate again. Of course, I could wipe the slate clean and say he’s been punished enough for that list, though I’d hate to wipe it clean just to have him add a new one to the list right away. Or I could waive any punishment for tonight’s salsa spillage. I guess it all depends on how badly we want Mexican food.

I didn’t get a lot done yesterday but, as they say, it is what it is. We snoozed a bit, watched a movie and went to the casino. Lion has been wanting to go for a while. My plan was not to stay too long but hours have a way of zipping by.

Once we got home we needed showers. The casino spews some perfume-y air freshener that hangs on to clothes and people. To save time, Lion took his own shower so there was no opportunity for weenie washing. I got the dog settled in with her ice cream and let her out. By the time Lion was done, I was ready for my shower.

As promised, I locked Lion back into the Jail Bird. He may be spraying pee all over the place but my weenie is safely off limits. I’ll need to unlock him so we can play Zapardy! tonight. He’s charging the shock collar in anticipation.

When we ate lunch yesterday, Lion was looking at his shirt and hurriedly brushing something off it. I waited to see if he would confess to getting food on it. He did not. He waited till I asked. Silly boy. He should know by now that I notice things like that.

This morning, he reminded me that today is punishment day. He asked if I would be doing the multiple day spanking fiesta. It’s funny that he would call it a fiesta. Last week at work we had at least four Mondays in a row again and I said we needed a piñata filled with mini airplane bottles of booze. We could take our frustrations out on the piñata and have booze to numb our pain. I told Lion he’s my piñata. I suppose the fiesta reference would have been even better if it was chips and salsa that got him in trouble. Oh well.

This will be the first time I try a multiple day punishment on him. How many days should it be? How many swats each day? Which paddle? How hard? To be determined. It will be more than two days and probably more than 150 swats each day. I’m sure I’ll find just the right paddle at the time. And if I’m trying to prove a point, I think they need to be fairly hard swats. I don’t think I’ll try to bruise him but by day three, who knows what his buns will look and feel like? (I bet he’s trying to get hard as he reads this.)

[Lion — No I am not! I imagined that each day of a multi-day punishment, the number of swats per group would increase in the total number of swats for that spanking would also get larger. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.]

tender9zer paddle on lion's buttI lied. I said I was going to give Lion orgasms until he had a normal one. Oops. Last night I just edged him. So sorry.

I’d like to say it occurred to me that he’d get to a normal orgasm faster if I edged him a lot before I let him come again, but I just now thought of that. I was really just being mean to him by leaving him frustrated. Except that I wasn’t being mean. I was trying to get back to the fundamentals of enforced chastity. He doesn’t get to come every time.

On that note, he shouldn’t even expect to be edged every time we snuggle. He asked if we were going to snuggle last night, after he woke up from one of his many naps. A few minutes after I snuggled in he asked if we were going to do anything. My first thought was that we were doing something. We were snuggling. But Lion’s “do anything” means something sexual. I know he went three weeks or so without any sexual activity, (perish the thought!) but not everything revolves around sex. Right now he’s thinking, “It could.”

I’m sure he’s also lamenting the fact that his sexual activity has been largely vanilla. I tied his balls up once. Apparently swatting his balls doesn’t count as play. I don’t think it’s a very vanilla thing to do but from a post a few days ago it doesn’t seem like he agrees. I don’t want to break out the Icy Hot just yet. He needs to be able to get to the bathroom quickly to wash off if it gets too hot. I can certainly use clothespins and Velcro.

Lion even thinks he could handle punishment swats. I think he could handle modified ones since he hasn’t had any in quite a while. I’m more concerned with his being able to get into position at the bottom of the bed for them. Of course, I could just have him roll over and deliver them. Where he is in relation to the bed isn’t crucial. So maybe the rules should be in full force again. He’s been following them anyway.

Let’s see how it goes. I’ll enforce the rules starting today. May god have mercy on his butt.

[Lion — There are other punishments just as effective as spanking and Mrs. Lion’s disposal. No, I don’t mean Icy Hot. She has lots of soap that can be used and plenty of very mean pinchy things. However, I agree that spanking is her preferred way to punish me.]

Lion has his days and nights confused. He’s been sleeping a lot during the day and then can’t sleep at night. We haven’t had anywhere to be so it’s okay, but tomorrow he has an appointment with a nurse at the hospital to discuss pain meds. This wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t covered this before his surgery. Supposedly pain management put a plan in place to deal with post-op pain. Apparently the surgical team isn’t beholden to pain management

This morning Lion reminded me it was punishment day. The only problem is that it isn’t. Tomorrow is. For some reason I had my days straight and Lion didn’t. It’s usually the other way around. I give him credit for trying. He’s really been trying to follow his rules even if they aren’t in effect right now.

I think Lion is getting stronger every day. He seems less wobbly. Sure, he’s still sleeping a lot but when he gets up, he’s doing better. I think his getting out of the hospital is responsible. He doesn’t have to fight with me when he wants to get up. I just help him. He’s able to control the position of the bed better too. In the hospital, the controls were on the bed rails which were hard to reach. At home, he has a remote for it. He has more television channels to watch, or sleep through as the case may be. The only thing lacking is room service. The variety of food isn’t as great, but I get him anything we have whenever he wants it.

I predict that Lion will be a little more self-sufficient by Monday. He may still need the walker but he won’t need me to be hovering nearby. Obviously he’ll need me to get him food but he’ll do better at personal care. And then I further predict that he’ll start feeling horny by the following Monday. Maybe I’m being optimistic but it’s good to have goals.