Monday was punishment day. It’s one of the two designated “just because” spanking days. I was in no shape for a spanking or any other activity. My stomach was acting up. We ended up having toast for dinner on Monday night and for breakfast Tuesday morning. I’m grateful that Mrs. Lion canceled the Monday night swats.
Since Mrs. Lion has become such a proficient spanker, my attraction to being spanked is tempered by the memory of just how much it hurts. Of course, that’s the whole idea. Spankings, even “just because” spankings, aren’t supposed to be anything but painful. I believe they are working. Mrs. Lion is testing different paddles and techniques. She is also willing to let me know that a spanking isn’t “just because” and has converted to punishment for annoying her.
I’m happy to see her doing that. It has always been nearly impossible for her to initiate a spanking for annoying her. It is much easier to assign an already-scheduled spanking to annoying her instead of “just because.” It’s disciplinary evolution. If experience is any indication, it won’t be long before she spanks me as dispassionately for annoying her as she does for me forgetting to set up the coffee pot. I suppose the next evolutionary disciplinary step is for Mrs. Lion to add five minutes to a scheduled spanking if I annoy her.
Speaking of the coffee pot, the “just because” spankings make me a lot more careful about remembering to set it up every day. The last time I forgot, it was on a “just because” spanking day. Mrs. Lion added five minutes to the ten-minute scheduled spanking. It was horrible. I don’t want that happening again anytime soon.
Mrs. Lion has always been happy to assist me in any way she can. I think that as she feels more willing to punish me when I upset her, she also feels more positive about doing things for me. She may not agree, but I detect a general lightness that wasn’t always there. It may be a kind of yin/yang energy exchange. It’s definitely increased honesty about how I affect her. She knows that I want her to punish me if I upset her. Now the twice-weekly “just because” spankings allow her to punish me without making a “special trip” to the spanking bench. We are both profiting.
A big part of caring for each other is being able to communicate annoyance without being passive-aggressive. Granted, paddling me is a long way from just growling. Experience has taught us that, without the recent memory of her paddle, a growl isn’t very effective for either of us. We have to accept that giving me a sore bottom is the best teacher for both of us.
Lion wasn’t feeling well yesterday. He hadn’t eaten all day, and I was looking for something very bland to feed him. I suggested toast. We’d had egg noodles the night before. Toast seemed like a good idea. Lion agreed and said it was actually just the right amount of food. I wasn’t feeling 100% either, but I’d eaten lunch. We had toast again this morning to be on the safe side.
To make matters worse, he tripped over a dog toy and fell. Of course, while he was on the floor, he was in the puppy realm, so she gave him kisses and thought it was great fun. He doesn’t think he landed on his knee, but his knee was sore. Every time he moved, he winced. Walking to and from the bathroom was a procedure.
I did some chores, played with the psycho puppy, and watched TV with Lion. He snoozed a bit, and we held hands. Even if it weren’t two days post-orgasm, I wouldn’t expect him to want sex. I know, sometimes sex can take your mind off of things. This would not have been one of those times. Given his stomach situation, he wasn’t asking for anything, but I don’t mind running to get him things when he’s hurt or sick. I like taking care of him.
This afternoon I have a doctor’s appointment, and then I’m running to Costco. I don’t know when I’ll make it home, but I’m pretty sure he won’t want any sexual attention tonight either. Dinner will probably be something plain again. That’s fine with me. I’ll go with whatever works for him. If he’s fine, we can be a little more adventurous. I doubt his knee will be back to normal. I get another night of taking care of him. Lucky me. No, really. I am lucky.
My home office looks like a war zone. Sections of wire fencing are guarding the cables connecting my computer and monitors. Puppy proofing is much more difficult than dealing with an infant. For some reason, Willow, like her predecessor, Daisy, finds chewing wires irresistible. She severed the power cord to our Sleep Number bed. It’s a miracle she didn’t electrocute herself. Our latest strategy is to put portable GFCI units on every exposed cord. They aren’t cheap, but worth it. The alternative is to spend every minute watching her.
Even though she is only nine weeks old, the house is covered with dog toy land mines. Mrs. Lion loves finding new toys for the puppy. If you add these purchases to the mountain of toys that Daisy left, I’m surprised there is an inch of clear floor left. Given my limited vision, things have become much more interesting for me.
True to her word, Mrs. Lion waxed me on Sunday afternoon. We were both surprised by how quickly she finished. I was on the table for less than an hour. Between Mrs. Lion’s improved skill and my body hair getting lighter and thinner, the effort needed to defur me is dramatically reduced. Perhaps this improvement will encourage more frequent waxing sessions. Each time I’m waxed, less hair grows back.
My last orgasm was unusual. Mrs. Lion reported that I wasn’t fully hard when I came. From my perspective, the feeling was less dramatic. It felt good, but usually, I can feel muscles in my legs and stomach tighten. It almost hurts when I finally climax. This time, when I approached the edge, it was less urgent. Had Mrs. Lion stopped, I wouldn’t have felt the normal letdown.
When I went over the top, I could tell that I was ejaculating, and it felt good. It wasn’t the orchestral crescendo I typically feel. Perhaps that’s why my penis wasn’t fully engorged. I don’t know. The timing was right. It was something under ten minutes from start to finish. I’m grateful that Mrs. Lion gave me release.
I’m tempted to be too analytical about all this. Orgasms aren’t all the same. Some can hurt. Others, like this one, can just feel good. The important fact is that it felt good, and I delivered the payload. That’s what nature intended. I can’t ask for more than that.
My boss and I are currently competing to see which one of us will fall asleep first. So far, it’s a tie. We’ve both been zoned out for an indeterminate amount of time. She had a long day with her two dogs yesterday, and, of course, we have the puppy to run after. I did manage to get a few other things done yesterday.
I think I started melting the wax around 10:30 yesterday morning. I didn’t start waxing Lion until around 2:30. We were snoozing most of the time while we waited. It only took about an hour to yank all the fur out of Lion. I’m sure I missed some spots, but I got both sides done. He was only furry on his balls, in his crack, and above his balls. His chest and pits were not that bad, plus it’s a flatter area than his balls, so it’s easier to wax. I consider it a win that it took me such a short time.
Sometime after his shower, we both started feeling sick. Our guts were not happy. I have no idea what we ate, but we’re assuming it was food-related. I think we both ate the same things. I don’t know how bad Lion felt, but I had random bouts of agony. We ate egg noodles for dinner. That’s our go-to when one of us isn’t feeling well. It’s a calm dinner to help us recover. I still don’t feel all that great today, but it’s nothing like yesterday.
Tonight is supposed to be a just because spanking. I’d hate to postpone it, but I may have to, depending on how I feel. I also have to change the bed tonight. I don’t know how Lion feels at the moment either. Things can change in the blink of an eye.
It will take a few days before Lion is looking for love. That doesn’t mean we can’t snuggle, and when we snuggle, I usually let my hand wander.
On Saturday night, I don’t know which had more of an effect on getting him excited enough for an orgasm. I know he likes anal, but he seemed almost giddy that we’d be using the timer. Maybe it adds another element of surprise. He knows I could stop at any time after I edge him. Now I can stop any time the timer goes off. There’s added pressure to make it to the edge before time runs out. Beat the clock, have an orgasm. I can see how that would be exciting. [Lion — It is!]