Lion has yet another reprieve from setting up the coffee pot. I won’t say he broke it on purpose, but…. (If I really thought he broke it on purpose, we’d have bigger problems than the coffee pot.) I don’t know how long it will be before the new one gets here, but he’s off the hook until then.

Ironically, I was thinking he should have a spanking just because I’m sure he’s done something to annoy me. I’ve been letting him get away with interrupting me. And a few times, after he’s interrupted me, he’s not only said what I was going to say but also gone on to mansplain all about it. It seems to me that warrants a spanking. Apparently, he can’t make it very long before he needs a refresher course on the physics of paddle-meets-butt.

I’m almost positive he was dreaming of a boner shot. Nope. Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night and my sinuses are bothering me, so I can only muster enough strength for a spanking or play, but not both. He’ll have to wait for the boner shot.

We watched our football team absolutely stink up the field for the first half of yesterday’s game. It felt like it was going to be a repeat performance of last week’s debacle. I don’t know what was said in the locker room at halftime, but they came out and did a complete 180. True to form, they took it to the last possible minute before winning. I swear they’re going to give me an ulcer or a heart attack. (I really am glad football is back.)

This morning, I started soaking beans for another try at minestrone soup. Our first batch was good, but it needed more liquid. It was more of a chowder or stew than soup. Once the soup is on its merry way, I can take the garbage out to the curb and whomp a Lion butt. I may have to prioritize things, but I won’t forget to punish him.

Lion was 2023 09 13riding the spanking bench last night. I had him yelping in no time. Sometimes I don’t think I’m hitting very hard when he yelps. I don’t think he’s pretending, but I am confused when it happens.

Eventually, he started bleeding. I don’t remember if I was using a wood or leather paddle at the time. Wood tends to make him bleed. I wonder about the stitching on the leather paddles irritating his skin. Could that cause bleeding? I’m not actively trying to avoid blood. I’m also not actively trying to draw blood. Despite having a tough butt to bruise, it’s very easy to make him bleed. I wasn’t about to stop whomping. I just got a washcloth, ran warm water over it, (I could have been mean and used cold water for shock value) and wiped his buns off.

A few times, he said he’d had enough. Really? I didn’t think so. If I’d stopped, he’d have complained later that I listened to him rather than doing what I wanted to do. We’ve had this discussion before. Even if I was ready to stop, I couldn’t have stopped then because it would have looked like he was calling the shots. Besides, he has a safe word. He didn’t even say “yellow” so how bad could it have been? Around bedtime, he said his butt wasn’t even leathery. I can’t win.

I asked about a boner shot. He said he wanted to wait a while. Then he said he was hungry. When the dinner dishes were cleared, he wanted to snuggle to see what would develop. Nothing did. I still don’t know if he didn’t want to do a boner shot because he was spanked or because he is bad at initiating. This morning’s email (he remembered!) included a question about a boner shot and play for today. I’m all for it. I was all for it yesterday. And the day before. Let’s see if it happens.

While Lion takes his shower, I have to change the bed. I get behind with laundry and don’t change it as often as I should. Lion gets itchy when it goes too long. He’s allergic to the dog. Of course, that doesn’t stop him from getting golden retrievers.

Once the bed is clean and all the dog fur/crumbs are gone, I was going to tell him to take a boner shot. However, I just looked and he was a half hour late with his morning email. It’s no longer morning when it’s past noon. Apparently he needs another reminder. Now I have to change the bed, swat the Lion and, if I’m feeling generous, torture him in some way before I give him an orgasm. A lioness’ work is never done.

The last time he wanted to do a boner shot and I had to punish him, he didn’t feel like doing the boner shot after all. He doesn’t like when I won’t do punishment and sex on the same night, but I don’t think he’s very happy to do it either. Does it depend on how bad the beating is? Maybe it depends on how mad he is at himself for breaking a rule. He can’t be mad at me. I’m only doing what the silly boy asked me to do. And, let’s be fair, he really trained me to do it. Is it my fault if I’m a good student? [Lion — GRRR]

Why should I leave it up to him whether he has sex after his spanking? I want him to enjoy it. Plus, everything is consensual. If he says no to playing on a given night, it wouldn’t be right to make him. That’s not how it works. On the other hand, if he’s just got hurt feelings from the spanking, refusing sex doesn’t seem right either. I’ll have to be a detective to figure out what the issue really is. Of course, this is all assuming he doesn’t want sex after his buns have been whomped. Maybe he will.


I finally waxed Lion last night. We got caught up with setting up the new sound bar and I thought it was a bit too late to do it on Monday. Since he’s lost weight, he can get up and maneuver around on the massage table much easier. He asked if there was less of him to wax. I know he has a smaller tummy, but I didn’t notice a change in the area to be waxed. It might have been because the hair was longer since we waited long between waxing, and I was concentrating on that.

When he was done with his shower, we tried another boner shot. I’ve been helping him find a good location for the shot. Well, I should say I’ve been helping him find a location. Last night it was not a good location. He says it was too close to the head. Maybe he should select the location from now on and I’ll be in charge of missing any veins. He didn’t get hard and told me I was holding him too hard. I was barely touching him, so it could have been the injection site causing the problem. We can try again tonight.

That was my oopsy. His oopsy was forgetting to send me an email this morning. Of course, I didn’t look until after noon, but that means he was super late. He was busy trying to get this site fixed. I could be nice and forgive him, but I think he should abide by his rules unless there’s a good reason for not doing so. It’s not like he was sick.

I should strap him onto the spanking bench before his shower so he’ll have some time before the boner injection. I don’t want to cut it too close. I’d say we can wait until after dinner for the shot, but he tends to take an after-dinner snooze, and then we never make it to sexy time.

Assuming we hit the right spot and the boner shot works, this may be the last test before I do some BDSM with him. Up to this time, I’ve been concerned with how long the boner will last and whether there would be time to torture him. The other concern was whether he’d ever have another orgasm. I think torture will only enhance his ability to orgasm.