Some years ago, when Lion and I first got together, he hit a milestone birthday and was very depressed about it. No one knew what he was going through. No one cared enough to buy him a present. I was unemployed at the time and borrowed money from my mother to get him opera tickets. This year is fifteen years later. Lion says he’s viewing this birthday with amusement. He feels lucky to have made it this long. I’m not unemployed but, with everything going on, I haven’t had a chance to plan anything. Except, maybe I have.
I was supposed to go out to the camper, take some things with me, turn off the water, and bring back a paddle. I really didn’t want to go out to the camper. It’s closer now than it was at the other house, so it wasn’t the distance that bothered me. I just didn’t want to go out in the rain again. I went so far as to look in a few more boxes, hoping to find any paddle. No luck. When the rain let up a little, I slogged out to the camper.
The first paddle I saw was the mean bloodwood one with the tiny head. I think it’s our meanest paddle. It seemed fitting. If Lion wanted to start back up with punishment, why not do it with the meanest paddle? Another in a long list of be-careful-what-you-wish-for moments. I grabbed it and a few other items and went back to show Lion what he was in for. He was not amused.
So without really realizing it, I gave Lion a sort of a birthday present. We decided that one spanking would wipe the slate clean for all the outstanding punishments owed. One fairly red butt later, mission accomplished. A few hours later, I started taking care of Unlocktober. It might have taken a while to get him there, but eventually I got him to the edge. And then I got him over the top.
There were more than two days between the last Unlocktober orgasm and last night’s but we still have a ways to go make it through the month. If this becomes a tradition, Lion’s birthday presents could be all taken care of forever.
