After a couple of days of posting about punishment and remembering to follow my rules, you’d think that being good would be at the top of my mind. No, not me. When we got up yesterday and Mrs. Lion went into the kitchen to make breakfast, she discovered that the coffee pot wasn’t ready to be used. I forgot to set it up. That’s pretty amazing considering I had written about remembering to do it the very day I forgot it. Go figure. You know what happened next. Yup, the paddle came out with the usual, unpleasant results.
I honestly thought that I had set the pot up. I don’t know how I managed to screw this up. Maybe too much time had passed since the last time Mrs. Lion reminded me. Apparently, there is an expiration of the effects delivered by a spanking. It’s been weeks since I made this mistake. I am very sure that I didn’t do this on purpose. I simply forgot. At least I think I forgot. I don’t intentionally break rules in order to get spanked. Mrs. Lion is more than willing to spank me if I ask her.
Even though my stomach is not completely better, I’m very sure I’m on the way back. My sex drive has returned. I missed it while it was gone. Even though I’ve had the rule to be naked when home for many years, more than 15, the quarantine has really stepped up its meaning to me. Except for very short periods of time when I had to go to a doctor, I have been completely naked for three months. It sure cuts down on the laundry. While we are traveling down memory lane, it’s been more than 25 years since I’ve had pubic hair. I remember thinking after I first started removing it that perhaps one day I would completely forget how I looked with pubic hair. I can honestly say that I have no memory of my former, hairy self. I don’t even have a picture.
Over time changes become fixtures. For example, my basic rule to wait for Mrs. Lion to eat first has been in force for way over five years. I can’t remember the last time I broke that rule. I believe the last occasion was because I didn’t correctly see what she was doing. I thought she was eating, but she wasn’t. I wonder if Mrs. Lion’s consistent reinforcement of her coffeepot rule will make that second nature for me. I’m certainly going to find out.
Yesterday (” A Red Bottom Makes A Clean Slate“), I wrote about the fact that Mrs. Lion doesn’t discipline for offenses that annoy her. As usual, she read my post and told me it was good. She didn’t say a word about what I discussed. I had hoped that we could start figuring out why she is completely consistent about some things and the opposite about other, more important stuff. I think it’s a serious issue for us.
Things are moving along here. Mrs. Lion is working from home and has developed a rhythm that apparently feels good for her. I’m bored and hope my furlough will end soon. Now that the weather is warming up I’m thinking of getting out more. I’m also hoping our favorite Chinese restaurant reopens soon.