I didn’t feel all that great last night. Sometimes a medication puts my gut through hell. But I was determined to catch up on some of the punishment swats we’ve been putting off. I still owe Lion for at least two spills and a forgotten punishment day reminder. He’s been very good for about a week and if I had steadfastly whomped him every day, I think we would be done by now.
I haven’t been counting swats. Well, I count ten swats on each cheek. I just haven’t been counting how many sets. I’d guess Lion got somewhere between 200 and 300 swats. And at the end I only did five slow, hard swats on each cheek. Still, it was enough to raise a tiny blood spot and maybe the beginning of a bruise. As we head into the weekend I’ll have more opportunities to swat him multiple times per day. Obviously I could whomp him immediately after I get home and then after my shower, but I haven’t. I could, just as an example, swat him morning, noon and night on Saturday and Sunday. That would go a long way toward getting caught up. How many swats do I actually owe him? I never know how many swats I’ll give him for any specific infraction. I’ll know when he’s paid his dues.
Lion was wild from Wednesday night so it couldn’t have been the cage that made him horny. Perhaps it was the spanking. I do know that he’s been very hard lately. And, dare I say it, maybe even a little thicker. It’s a very strange thing. Could the new cage be making him thicker? I don’t know why it would, but it seems to be. From the first time I unlocked him, he’s had sort of an urgent erection. That sounds weird. What I mean is he had helmet head (marks from the bars of the cage) and he almost sprang out of the cage. I don’t remember that ever happening with the Jail Bird. He’s had helmet head before, but his erection practically launching the cage off when it was unlocked is new.
He was very horny again last night. Unfortunately, I must have hit the turbo button because he had a ruined orgasm before I was able to edge him. One second he was on his way to the edge and the next second he was in orbit. I knew he was excited, but sheesh! Give a girl a warning. I think it surprised him too. It’s happened before but, thankfully, it doesn’t happen often. Neither one of us is thrilled with ruined orgasms.
A little while ago, the new, custom cage came in the mail. As I went downstairs to write my post, Lion was heading to the bedroom, presumably, to put it on. It looks very small to me. Too small. But I know Lion will try his best to get in there. I have no doubt it will fit with some persuasion. How comfortable it will be is another matter. I’m sure he’ll let you know.
