Today is the Super Bowl. We don’t care about either team except that we want Tom Brady’s team to lose. Always. We do nachos and have chips and dip and generally have our own little party. We could play spankball. We can’t pause the game because our local affiliate is playing chicken with DirecTv and not broadcasting anything right now. We have to watch it another way and we can’t record or pause. If nothing else, we could catch up on swats during halftime if we need to. We don’t care about the halftime show, but we do like the commercials.

I had thought maybe we’d play before the game, but it starts early for us. It should be done by 6:30 or 7 and that still gives us some time before it gets too late. Plus, if we play spankball, Lion will be all primed for some play. He’ll be thinking about his sore buns and that might make my weenie get hard. Yeah. I’m leaning toward playing spankball. I wonder what Lion thinks. I’m sure he’ll be hoping for a low-scoring game. Maybe, because I hate Tom Brady so much, Lion should get three swats for every point Tampa Bay scores and only two for Kansas City. Too bad the swats are spread out over the course of the game. Lion’s butt can have a rest between each set. Or, we could do all the swats for the first half during halftime and the second half after the game. We could even wait until the game is over. So many choices. [Lion — Swats after the game would have the most effect.]

I just hope our tummies are okay today. So far so good but we don’t know what set them off yesterday. I’ve been looking forward to nachos and chips and dip. I hope we can enjoy the game, spankball or no spankball. But spankball definitely. Yeah. Poor Lion butt.

It never fails to surprise me how Mrs. Lion and I end up thinking and writing about very similar things. In her post yesterday, “Super Horny,” she wrote about edging me the night before. She wondered about edging me day after day until I was at the limit and just had to come.  I commented that in the past when she asked me if I wanted to come and if I replied that I did, she would let me ejaculate. It spoils the fun of the power exchange if I can simply say I want an orgasm and then get it.

She did write that maybe she would say no and make me wait. She went on to say that she may make me wait a day or two more. She also wrote that it would be fun to make me wait until I had reached a limit and just had to come. I agree. But how would she know I had reached that point? More importantly, how would I know?

The only time to ask me if I want to come is when I have just been edged within a stroke of ejaculation. At that moment I should be at my most desperate. I can honestly say that most of the time when I have just been edged I am conflicted. Part of me wants to ejaculate. Another part wants to wait and have more fun.

Mrs. Lion also wrote that she wished I had a meter that told her how close to ejaculating I am. That would make it easier to avoid ruined orgasms. Sadly, I’m not equipped with one of those. However, there may be a “meter” to determine how desperate I am for an orgasm. I haven’t thought this through, but wouldn’t a good way to decide if I am really at a limit is to ask me if I would do or take something if allowed to come? What would I do for a Klondike Bar?

For example, Mrs. Lion might say, “If I let you come now, your next orgasm will be at least 20 days from now. Are you that desperate?” Her Lion meter would be my agreeing to that. Or, she might ask me if I would trade a disciplinary spanking right after my orgasm for a chance to come? You get the idea. The best way to gauge sexual desperation is to offer an unpleasant trade in exchange for ejaculation.

It can’t be too unpleasant since I don’t think my desperation would ever rise high enough to do anything for a chance to come. Mrs. Lion has a good arsenal of things I dislike. The other key to this is to ask the question when I am most desperate. If you asked me right now while I am writing this post, I wouldn’t be all that interested. But, if you ask me while I am panting from being edged, my willingness to make a deal might improve.

Mrs. Lion likes games. I guess I do too. This one might be fun for her. She gets to work out the “price” of ejaculation and then watch me try to decide if I want to buy an orgasm. Even if I agree, she can still say no. Cruel lioness!

other games

Another area we might want to think about is our spanking games. We only play Spankball and Spankardy if I ask to play. I think it would be more fun for me if Mrs. Lion decides when we play. By that I mean she can just say, “Tonight we are playing Spankardy.” The same is true of Spankball. She doesn’t even have to tell me before or during the game. She can just announce it at any time, even a day later. The score is known. She may miss the turnover swats, but that isn’t much at all.

This all comes down to Mrs. Lion being more proactive. When in the past she has been, we both had more fun.

Sunday night we played Spankball. This is a game we play while watching football on TV. The rules are simple: Every time either team scores, I earn two swats for each point. A touchdown and a successful extra point earn me 14 swats. Additionally, I get one swat every time the team we like has a turnover (loses the ball to the other team). Up until Sunday night, Mrs. Lion administered the swats immediately after the score was made. This works well with TV football because at least two minutes of commercials follow any scoring play.

This time, we decided to try accumulating the swats and administering them after the game was done. This is a technique we use when we play Spankardy. This game is based on Jeopardy. After the game Sunday, I had accumulated over 170 swats. As I recall, the score for both teams added together was 68 points. Doubling that translated 176 swats. I believe there were also a couple of turnovers that added a couple of more swats. It was considerably harder to accept all of those swats at one time. I’m not sure it was as much fun for either of us. Mrs. Lion will let me know how she wants to play next time.

Spanking games help keep us in practice. I haven’t earned a punishment spanking in at least a week. We seem to need regular activity to keep things in the front of both of our minds. Sunday night’s football spanking certainly reminded me how uncomfortable punishment is. Even though I received considerably less painful swats, I was howling before it was over. Mrs. Lion did a good job making me red and sore. I published a picture of my poor, abused bottom at the end of yesterday’s post (link here).

Our Sunday evening was notable for one other important reason: after a 21-day wait, Mrs. Lion gave me a delightful oral orgasm. This was the first timeI had any sexual activity in about two weeks. This was due to the injury on my penis, which I’m happy to say has finally healed. She decided not to just tease me because she wanted me to have a birthday orgasm. Fair enough. It was wonderful!

Sunday turned out to be a very pleasant day. We watched two football games. One of them was a disaster, the other a last-second triumph. One game was followed by a bottom-punishing spanking and the other by an amazing orgasm. Pretty good, huh, sportsfans?

We’ve had some miscues lately. Lion wants structure. I want chaos. Not really. I just don’t want to be told to do something at a specific time. You probably noticed our passive-aggressive posts back and forth the past few days. Oh yeah? Says you! It hasn’t risen to that level. It usually doesn’t. We say (type) what we need to say and go from there. I guess in keeping with the chaos, I forgot to punish Lion for forgetting Thursday was punishment day. Friday night and Saturday got away from me. His shoulder was hurting a lot Sunday night. And I remembered Monday night.

When I brought out the paddle Sunday night, Lion said I must be going for bright red. It was the hardwood, spoon-shaped paddle. I don’t know. I was just going for pain. I always forget which paddle causes sting and which causes thud. If I can’t remember that, I have no hope of remembering which one is more likely to cause bruising. Anyway, Monday night I went for a rubber paddle. If pressed, I would guess it’s more likely to cause bruises. However, the reason I picked it is because Lion made the comment about the wooden one. I like to keep him on his toes. For all I know, he knows that and that’s why he made the comment.

split rubber spanking paddle

I had my choice of rubber paddle. There’s one about three inches wide. Another one has holes. And the other one is a tawse. I chose the tawse. I don’t know why. It just seemed like the one to use. I didn’t care about bruising. I didn’t care about blood. I just wanted to punish him while I remembered to do it and before it was so far beyond the infraction that it didn’t make any sense to do anymore. I’m sorry. That’s my motivation. I wasn’t thinking, “Oh boy, I’ll whomp his butt and he’ll never forget another punishment day again.” I just knew he needed to feel a paddle, any paddle, long enough to make him sore for a while afterward. I don’t know how long he felt it. I don’t think it was very long because he didn’t say much after the initial sitting back down on the bed.

Perhaps the threat of the impending swats caused him to remember Saturday and Monday are also punishment days. I thought I’d have to add swats when he forgot to put the coffee pot together Friday night, but he scurried out of bed after midnight to fix that issue. He’s been very good otherwise. Maybe we’ll play Spankardy tonight to see how sore those buns are after his run in with the paddle last night. Even if they aren’t sore, they’ll certainly remember quickly enough.