I feel like I accomplished a lot last night. I separated some meat I got from Costco the other day and put it in the freezer. I changed the bed. I made dinner. And I’m sure there were a few other things along the way. I didn’t tie Lion up. I’m sure he felt left out. Why did all that other stuff get done and he didn’t? That’s a good question. I guess I ran out of steam. Besides, his tummy had been bothering him. Assuming it’s better tonight, we’ll catch up.

I also have not spanked him yet this week. Luckily, today is punishment day. Of course, Lion thinks I should be able to find things to punish him for so I don’t have to do “just because” spanking. Technically, I could punish him for helping me feel overwhelmed. I bet he thinks I should. I’m reluctant because I don’t think any of it is his fault, but that’s exactly what he’s been talking about. It shouldn’t matter whose fault it is. Yes, I’m trying to talk myself into punishing him.

The weird thing is, it really doesn’t matter if I punish him or not. “Just because” spankings are exactly the same as punishment spankings. So what’s the big deal if I call it punishment whether it is or not? Really. What’s the big deal? (I’m asking myself.) Okay. Fine. I’ll punish him tonight. And then tie him up. Hmmm. I could tie him up and then punish him. Two Lions with one stone.

He kept asking if I felt better. I didn’t feel overwhelmed at that moment. I don’t think it’s something that just goes away. I mean, there’s the potential that it will come back, especially since I have to do a prescription run tonight and the dog has to go to the vet tomorrow and we have to get Lion’s new glasses. And when can I make it to the store to do some grocery shopping that needs to be done in person? It’s all normal stuff but it can get to be too much when I feel overwhelmed. I don’t think there’s anything Lion can do to help because, let’s face it, I don’t even know when it’s happening until I’m in the throes of it.

Oh well. I’m good right now and I’ll do what I can to recognize when I start feeling overwhelmed so it doesn’t get bad. Maybe Lion will get a sore butt along the way, but he won’t mind. Okay, maybe he’ll mind, but he can’t do much about it.

Tuesday didn’t end up as TIEday. We took the puppy to training class and brought home pizza for dinner. By the time we finished eating, it was well after eight. Mrs. Lion still had to shower, and there were some chores to do around the house. Her sinuses were bothering her, and she was exhausted. She made the wise decision to skip any lion activities and the chores that could be put off.

This morning she sent me an email that she was feeling a lot of pressure because things at work were annoying and there were so many things to do at home. I suggested that her feeling pressure might be one reason to spank me. Her reply made perfect sense. She said that spanking me would be one more thing on her list. That’s true. She has a point. I’m not looking for a spanking, but I think that giving me one might turn out to help relieve some of the pressure she feels. At worst, it’s ten minutes of exercise. Hopefully, it offers a sense of satisfaction and progress.

We both suffer from the same malaise. If the number of to-dos is allowed to stack up, we both shut down, and nothing gets done. I’ve always had this problem. It’s crippling at times. Over the years, I’ve learned to be a little better about getting overwhelmed, but I’m nowhere near cured. This is something that spanking won’t help. It’s deep-seated. I understand how difficult things can be for my lioness. I feel horrible that I can’t be of more help.

Anyway, it’s entirely too easy to put sex and BDSM at the bottom of the list. They are, after all, optional. Or are they? Mrs. Lion understands why she has to put off tying me up or teasing me. I think it bothers her because she thinks she is letting me down. Nothing I do or say will change that. It’s part of being overwhelmed. All I can say is that I understand, and I want to help.

I am falling asleep at my desk right now. It could be because the puppy woke me up at 5-something. It could be because I was feeling overwhelmed this morning. Well, it started last night and continued. It may even have started on the weekend. At any rate, I was trying to work through it, and apparently, it zapped all of my energy. I’ll get lunch when I’m done with this post.

We took the good puppy to her class last night. She’s learning to walk correctly on the leash. She patiently watched another puppy, and then we tried. No sweat. She’s smart enough to pick things up quickly—some things. If we could get her to stop chewing things and getting into things, we’d be all set. On the way home, we grabbed take-out. By the time we were done eating and cleaning up, it was around 9. I took my shower. I had another headache, or maybe it was the same one from the morning. There was no way we were getting to Tiesday.

Lion reminded me this morning that I need to change the bed and find time for Tiesday. I know he didn’t intend to, but he added to my feeling overwhelmed. I told him it’s like I have PMS without the M. Maybe it’s the cloudy, rainy, cool weather. Maybe it’s work stress. Maybe it’s a combination of things. I was commiserating with coworkers. I think we’re all feeling similarly. This makes work stress the most likely culprit. Oh well. It’s a good thing we can make fun of each other to blow off some steam.

When I created Tiesday, I forgot about puppy training. It only lasts six weeks, so it’s not like it’s off forever. And it’s not off at all. We can just move it to Wednesday. I haven’t come up with a catchy W word for bondage, but I’ll keep thinking. I could always just call it Tiesday delayed. It’s just another four weeks, after all.

Assuming I can stay awake for the rest of the day, we can break out the restraints tonight. I’m sure I’ll get a second or third wind somewhere along the way. If not, I can always snooze just before or after dinner. Then I’ll have the energy to torture my pet.

I am happy and frustrated. Mrs. Lion can edge me again successfully. Over the last months, I’ve taken Allegra allergy medicine. I have hayfever and eczema that are relieved by antihistamines. It turns out, according to Google, that antihistamines are known to cause sexual dysfunction in men. They act in the brain to reduce the ability to get an erection. Ah-ha! The dose I take is quite high.

OK, this is useful information. If I take a boner pill and an Allegra together, the allergy medicine cancels out some of the value of the boner pill. I’ll have to watch my intake of the antihistamine. Anyway, Sunday and Monday nights, Mrs. Lion brought me to the nearly-painful edge of ejaculation over and over. She seems to like frustrating me. I suspect there’s no end in sight.

I also think that she has been having more success with her hand. I’m pretty sure that she can edge me that way, too, if she wants. All I have to do is avoid allergy pills. Ahhh, Choo! I’m relieved that this time the issue is so easy to manage. I suspected a relationship between allergy meds and boners, but I didn’t research it until now.

waiting for the other shoe to drop

Yesterday, I proposed that Mrs. Lion stop “just because” spankings in favor of spanking for a reason. The idea was for Mrs. Lion to catch me doing something she didn’t like. Since we agree that I need at least a spanking every week–Mrs. Lion thinks two is better–she would have to be creative finding reasons to spank me. She agreed to try.

I’m waiting for the first of these. My last spanking was a week ago. Uh oh.

When it comes to spankings, Mrs. Lion has no second gear. When she straps me to the spanking bench, I get a blistered bottom every time. She takes spanking seriously; regardless of how minor the offense, the suffering is the same. You’ve seen the evidence here. If you missed the image of my last spanking or forgot, click here to see it. She draws blood every time. Her ten-minute spankings feel like hours to me.

We’ve both decided that relatively frequent spankings are good for my sexual and mental health. They also help Mrs. Lion stay focused on our disciplinary marriage. A sore bottom is a small price to pay for domestic bliss.