(Thursday afternoon) For the first time since we started this blog, I’m at a loss for a topic for this post. The reason is that the two of us haven’t done or discussed anything sexual since my orgasm on Tuesday night. We’ve been simply having too much fun as a vanilla couple. We both have tired feed and big smiles on our faces.
I admit that I’m feeling some interesting twinges. They are almost drowned out by my sore feet, but sex is creeping around the edges So far, Mrs. Lion’s hairbrush is accumulating dust. She’s either been too distracted by our sightseeing or I’ve been behaving myself. I’m not going to ask her which.
Since she brought it, I’m pretty sure she will want to keep it dust free. I want that too. That last sentence is the sound of me putting my paw into my own mouth. Not the brightest wish to have.As you can tell, this trip didn’t make me any brighter. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been spanked.
This is one of those times when the concept of a BDSM scene intersects with a disciplinary. Unless I do something wrong at dinner, I won’t have earned any swats. But I think it is time for me to get a strong reminder of the consequences for being naughty. I suppose this is what some call a maintenance spanking. I’m not prepared to go there.
The concept of maintenance spankings is to provide a forcible reminder of who’s in charge. I absolutely don’t need that. I want to be spanked. I want it to be real enough to feel just the way it would if I did something wrong. After all, today is my punishment day.