If the forecasters are to be believed, we’ll have another 2-4 or possibly 5-8 inches of snow from this afternoon into tomorrow. Of course, that depends on where you live. Traffic cameras show the main roads are pretty good, but there are no traffic cameras on our road. There’s not much more than snow on our road. And it sounds like it will stay that way until May, at this rate.

Oh, poor us! Stuck in a house by ourselves. With nothing to do but lounge around. And let the dog out every five minutes. I still owe Lion some swats for spilling food on his shirt and some other transgression I’ve forgotten. I didn’t do it last night because we were both tired and Lion wasn’t feeling very well. Stupidly, it occurred to me about a half hour ago that I can give him his swats any time I want. Duh! He’s watching a movie, but when it’s over I want to see a Lion moon side up on the bed eagerly awaiting his punishment.

I’ll pass on the “eagerly” part. He may eagerly anticipate a spanking, but not right before it begins. Then he’s wondering why the hell he ever asked me to swat him in the first place. I don’t think he actually feels remorse for whatever he did to deserve it, but he does probably mentally make an appointment to have his head examined. And then the silly boy laments how much it hurts while I’m whomping him.

Hello? It’s supposed to hurt.

I know he wants me to enjoy spanking him, but mostly I just shake my head and wonder why he’s making me do this. “Making” in the same sense of a child making his parent spank him for misbehaving. No one is forcing me. No one is forcing Lion. I guess it’s the same head-shaking a teacher does when a student punches someone right in front of them. Did you really just do that? Don’t you realize I’ll have to punish you? Are you crazy?

Nope. Lion isn’t crazy. He does realize I’ll have to punish him. And he didn’t do it on purpose. In the case of spilling food, he can’t help it. Ironically, I’ve been spilling food more since he’s been punished for it. Luckily no one is watching me. In the case of interrupting, Lion certainly can help it. He’s been trying. He’ll sometimes get, “But what…” before he stops himself. He can be taught! I don’t count those as interruptions. He’s obviously trying to behave.

I’m pretty sure his movie is over right now. I’ll just take a stroll into the bedroom with my paddle….

I just have to say it: I love Freddie Mercury. There. It’s out of my system now and we can move on.

We got home from seeing “Bohemian Rhapsody” about 10 pm and I figured it was too late to do anything. I had to take a shower and then let my hair dry a bit. Lion wanted to snuggle. Given his purring, it was clear he was looking for more than snuggling. It definitely wasn’t the time for blindfolds and menthol rub, but I could give him some attention.

It took a bit of effort to get him to the edge. It might have been the late hour or the fact that we didn’t have much of a warm up. He got there eventually. As I was getting him ever closer to the edge, it occurred to me that his recent request for more ruined orgasms can work in my favor. I can get him even closer to the edge without worrying about going too far. If I do then it looks like a meant to give him a ruined orgasm. Win-win. Well, not necessarily for Lion, but for me.

In other news, Lion wants me to enforce the interrupting and know-it-all rules as well as any time he annoys me. This is difficult for me. Spilling food and eating first are manufactured rules. They started off almost as play that sent a different message. These new rules are real. They have meaning. It’s true that Lion is a neater eater and waits for me to eat first so the manufactured rules really did affect change in him. But they were inconsequential rules. Who really care if Lion eats first or spills food?

It’s hard enough for me to tell Lion when he’s done something to upset me. Punishing him for it is a lot harder. Is it insurmountable? I don’t think so, but it will take some time and effort. More time and effort than I’ve been giving it so far. I am committing to paying more attention to Lion’s behavior. If all goes well, he may be very sorry.

Last Saturday we slept late. This Saturday Lion slept late. I was up earlier to let the dog out. I’m still very tired. I’m back to not sleeping well. I’m not sure I ever really reached a point of sleeping well, but some nights are better than others. There’s a lot to do around here but I’m not very motivated to do it. I’ll probably wind up taking a nap and then maybe I’ll feel better.

I did not follow Lion’s suggestion of doing the Box O’Fun items he picked on Thursday night. It may be a cop out, but if I decide he shouldn’t have been spanked or we wanted to put off the pegging for another time, then we should do it that way. I’m in charge. What I say goes. Right?

Of course, I can see the argument against it. We have the Box O’Fun to prevent inertia. If I bring it out then we should follow what it says. Maybe it’s because I’ve been so tired. I just didn’t have it in me to do any pegging. It did cross my mind that I could shove a butt plug in and be done with it, but a butt plug isn’t pegging. On the other hand, I’m not sure Lion could have handled going straight for pegging. Perhaps a butt plug would have been the best idea.

As you can see, none of this is written in stone. Lion thinks he’s getting off easy on nights that I agree to delay punishment or play. I don’t see it that way. Most of the time I think I’m the one getting off easy. I don’t have to do whatever it is I’m delaying. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I’m distracted. Maybe I just don’t feel like doing it. Yes, I can power through. Yes, I have powered through. But if I don’t have to then it’s a win for both of us.

3.0 doesn’t always have to be mean. 3.0 can say, “I understand you don’t feel up to being punished so I’ll let it go till tomorrow” because 3.0 understands that Lion is tired or distracted or just doesn’t feel like doing it. I always thought of 2.0 as a benevolent dictator. Why wouldn’t 3.0 be one too?

This morning I woke up coughing. My nose was stuffy. I told Lion I might be getting a cold. He said, “Great. That means I’ll get one too.” This statement always bothers me. It turns how I’m feeling into being all about him. When my stomach is bothering me, he’ll say he’s sorry and ask if there’s something he can do for me. With a cold, he always says I’ll give it to him.

I’m not disputing the fact that we take care of each other. He makes food and brings me medicine when he’s able to and I do the same for him. Generally, he does get colds first and then I get them so when I’m really bad he’s still unable to move much yet. But we do our best. I tend not to worry about him getting me sick because if it’s going to happen it’ll happen. It’s not a big deal. I have, in the past few years, turned the tables on him when he gets sick first but he just tells me that it’s more dangerous for him to get sick because he’s older.

Before either of us gets sick, I’m instituting a new rule: he can think about my giving him a cold but he better not say it. This is now a punishable offense. Yup. That’s how much this statement bothers me. I know he’s worried about his own health but that’s not the time to show it.

Heading into cold and flu season, I bet this will open up a lot of potential punishments. Just what we were looking for!