Weenie Washing and Punishment
I thought we were in for another 80+ degree day today. I was not looking forward to mowing the lawn. For now, it’s nearly 60 so I’ve thrown the laundry in the washer, I’m writing a quick post, and I’m off to mow the lawn. Happy Mother’s Day!!!
I know Lion wanted to play in the afternoons over the weekend but so far it hasn’t worked out that way. Yesterday I was very achy. I can’t imagine I’ll feel very good after mowing the lawn, but I’ll give it a shot. In addition, he was tired on Friday night so I didn’t wash my weenie. Last night he was trying to take a quick shower before making dinner. Tonight, dammit, I’m going to wash my weenie. The other thing that threw a monkey wrench into the play plans was Lion’s orgasm on Friday night. He’s usually not in the mood for a day or two afterwards. I try not to give him orgasms on Friday night because the weekend is prime play real estate, but I was trying to avert a ruined orgasm. What can you do?
Lion doesn’t know it yet, but he’s in for a punishment spanking. He forgot yesterday was punishment day. I remembered about 10 o’clock which is well past the cutoff time for reminding me. I didn’t tell him because I wanted to announce it in my post to surprise him.
Now I need to find just the right paddle…. Of course, I have far too many paddles that are perfect for the job so I’m sure I won’t fail in finding a good one. Silly Lion has made sure of that. It doesn’t even matter if I need one with a small head or a large one. So many choices. I’m positive I can leave a lasting impression.
Maybe there’s some deep-seated psychological reason that I find the made up rules easier to punish him for than if he interrupts me or annoys me. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s precisely because they are made up. It’s fun. It’s part of the game. Punishing him for interrupting is, perhaps, too real. I don’t know. I’m just an armchair psychologist.