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I unlocked Lion last night and edged him closer than I ever have before. Mr. Weenie was still at full attention for a few minutes afterward. As he slowly started to sink to half mast, I grabbed him again and got his attention. Lion was still very horny. With good reason. I’d whomped his butt for all his transgressions over the past few days.
My daughter was having trouble installing something on her laptop. I asked Lion a question about it. He answered, but in the email he got a little too snarky. When he said, “Seriously? She couldn’t just Google it?” he had crossed the line. One of the perks of living with a techy guy is asking questions that should be easy peasy for him. I was annoyed at his answer so I told him I was sorry I’d bothered him and planned to add some extra swats to his punishment. Why is it easier to punish him for things at certain points and not others?
Lion maintains that my daughter should try doing things on her own. It’s not like she hasn’t gutted her laptop to replace the hard drive all by herself or anything. It’s not like she isn’t going to college or anything. Still, it was a snarky answer for something that should have been an easy answer for someone with his computer knowledge. Maybe that’s why it was easier to punish him for it. He “attacked” family.
From time to time, Lion does attack my family. I’ve been on the receiving end of things like this for a long time. When my sister got pregnant, my parents made a big deal about it. It was wonderful news. When I got pregnant, it was not such wonderful news. Oh well. I chalked it up to being the screw-up of the family.
Lion doesn’t like the fact that my son is in the army. He remembers the Vietnam war and all the issues surrounding it. He hates the army for that reason. I think that joining the army was one of the best decisions my son ever made.
Any time I talk about my daughter and her plans for school, he’ll say she doesn’t know what she wants and she’ll change her mind a million times. He’ll say she’s making a stupid decision for following this path or that path. Needless to say, I try not to discuss family with Lion. My excitement about things will be squelched quickly.
Despite all this, when Mr. Weenie faded to half mast, I decided he should be edged again. He was very nicely hard with just the slightest amount of pre-cum on the tip. Yum! I needed more than pre-cum. I gave Lion another orgasm and left him wild. {Lion — She also fed me a big serving of semen after rubbing some on my nose. Not my favorite smell or taste.}
On the way to work this morning, I decided Lion should have pretty toe nails. I’m hoping I have a color that will match the panties he’ll be wearing. When will he wear them and for how long? I think I’ll choose the panties and polish when I get home. There’s something to be said for threatening to make him be pretty. I may milk that for a while. Or I may just paint his pretty toes tonight and make him wear the panties all weekend. We shall see.
[Mrs. Lion – For the record, Lion is proud of my kids.]
