The Wrong Head Had the Blood
As promised, I gave Lion a handjob yesterday. I forgot it was supposed to be a hand job until he reminded me. It was his first in a very long time. They used to be the go-to method for his orgasms. Then they weren’t. Between my sore shoulders and his, what we now know as, need for a helper drug, hand jobs just stopped working.
Ironically, even with the Edex, my shoulders tend to hurt more during oral sex than they did yesterday jerking him off. Go figure. I’m sure it was such a novelty yesterday, my shoulders forgot they were supposed to hurt. I guess from now on he can either be sucked or jerked.
On Saturday night, I whomped him good. The pain didn’t last very long afterwards, but he was definitely not pleased with me. That’s okay. He shouldn’t be. He should be concentrating on what he did wrong and how to make sure it doesn’t happen again. But mostly, he was focusing on how much each swat hurt.
Once his glow faded from his orgasm, he went to take a shower. On his way back, he forgot his pills. I know he’s forgotten them before and had to go back to the bathroom to retrieve them. He did not catch his mistake until it was too late last night. Poor Lion. Was another whomping in his future?
I took pity on the forgetful boy. All of his blood was still near his weenie and hadn’t quite made it back up to his brain. I really can’t punish him for that. I’m surprised he could even manage to find the bathroom, let alone take a shower. How could I expect him to follow a rule? Luckily, his brain seems to have recovered. Any forgetful thing he does now is his own fault.
Saturday She Spanked Me. Sunday, She Says She’s Going To Jerk Me Off
When we had dinner on Saturday night and I still been unspanked, I figured I had another day’s reprieve. Nope, I didn’t. A little while after we ate she got the spanking bench ready and handed me my waist restraint. I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood for a spanking. OK, you’re right, I’m never in the mood to get spanked. Of course it didn’t matter. Mrs. Lion strapped me down and went to work.
Some spankings feel worse than others. This one was particularly painful. I’m not sure why since Mrs. Lion was using her usual leather paddle, but it was. I was miserable almost from the very start. She ended it a little before the ten minutes were up. I’m glad. I had enough. There was very little damage to my butt. It was a bit leathery in two spots (one spot on each cheek), but that’s all. I probably won’t be so lucky next time.
Mrs. Lion said that she was going to jerk me off today (Sunday). That may not seem like a big event to you, but it is for me. Over ten years ago, Mrs. Lion forbade masturbation. I haven’t jerked off since. I am totally dependent on her for sexual release.
It’s been a very long time since she’s gotten me off by hand. My last handjob was in January of 2023. Every orgasm since then has been oral. I love oral sex, both getting and giving. I haven’t given Mrs. Lion an orgasm in over two years. She’s lost interest.
Over most of the last decade, my orgasms have been produced with her hand. In between orgasms, she used her hand to edge me on a nearly daily basis. At one point, I stopped responding and couldn’t orgasm, no matter how hard she worked with her hand. That’s when she switched to using her mouth for both orgasms and teasing.
Mrs. Lion likes to suck my cock. She really likes the taste of semen. Yuck! I don’t. How do I know? she occasionally feeds my semen to me. She makes me lick it off her fingers. The longer I try to stall, the worse the taste gets as it ages. I try to remember that and promptly consume it when offered. Lately, I’ve produced little-to-no semen. If I make some today, I wonder in whose mouth it will end up.
He’ll Get Spanked Eventually
I didn’t spank Lion last night. We got home from his appointment around 6 and then I had to make dinner while he showered. That brings us to today. We’ve been waiting for a Century Link tech to set up a DSL line for us. When the internet went out a week or so ago, Lion decided we needed yet another level of Armageddon protection. We’re now an hour past our appointment time, but we’ve been assured he’s working on it at the central office.
Lion wants to go get the manual for his new ham radio bound at a FedEx store. We were hoping this DSL thing didn’t take all day. It looks like it might. In the meantime, rather than getting in the middle of unpacking and being interrupted, I’ve been trying to figure out if I want to order something from IKEA and have it shipped. The alternative is driving an hour or so to the store to pick it up. Yeah, shipping sounds much better.
Lion also told me he’s in the mood for love. The Lion weather is hot and steamy. So he needs both a spanking and a wanking. And a haircut. And a waxing. It takes a lot of work to maintain a Lion. And there’s no user manual either. You think it’s bad with kids? Lion is set in his ways, and he wants what he wants when he wants it. And how he wants it. Any deviation and I’ve upset the whole apple cart. Of course, he knows better than to demand sex, and I doubt he’d ever demand a spanking. He wants it, but not really, but he does, but want is too strong a word.
We’ll see how long it takes for the phone guy to finish and then decide if we’re throwing in the towel on going to FedEx. They’re open tomorrow, too, so we might wait till then. No matter what, I guess I can set aside ten minutes to whomp a cute Lion tushy.
Maybe Mrs. Lion Should Raise The Behavioral Bar
I didn’t get spanked on Thursday night. Mrs. Lion was a bit under the weather. I’m very sure that she won’t forget that she owes me one. Spankings are almost never forgotten. I’m writing this post on Friday morning. I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. It’s unlikely that we will get home before six. I’m not sure if that means I get another reprieve. Over the years, we’ve learned that punishment has to be consistent to be effective. Mrs. Lion is very consistent.
In her post yesterday, “An Hour Long Spanking?,” she said I’ve failed to send her a daily email since moving. She’s right; I have. I thought she suspended my rules until we were settled in. Apparently, in her mind, the only rule suspended was setting up the coffee pot. The daily email rule remained in effect. This was a surprise to me. It doesn’t matter since I was in trouble for not remembering my pill packets earlier this week. I’m owed punishment any way you look at it.
Mrs. Lion’s system of only punishing for breaking very specific rules has one drawback: it removes a sense of danger for me and makes her need to create those rules. I’m not suggesting that she stop setting rules for me to obey. I am suggesting that she consider some silent, relationship rules to spice things up.
I do little things that can annoy her. As she has said, they don’t rise to the level of needing correction in order for her to feel better. I get it. Every couple has those little events that are annoying for a few minutes and then fade into the background. I think that those little things are opportunities to expand our disciplinary activities. No, it isn’t because our marriage will improve if I’m spanked for little annoyances. I will benefit becuase I will get more spankings for a reason.
I need regular spanking. It’s sexual and emotional fuel for me. No, I can’t explain why I’m wired that way. It’s a fact of my life. We established “Just Because” spankings to fill in when I didn’t earn punishment. It hasn’t been very effective because Mrs. Lion doesn’t remember to give them. On the other hand, if I break a rule, she has the memory of an elephant. The obvious solution is to lower the threshold on what earns me punishment. It isn’t because I need to change as much as it provides many more opportunities to catch me and punish me. We both like it when that happens. She likes catching me and I need the spanking that follows. It’s a win-win
