Yesterday was punishment day. It was the third one since we started our latest experiment. I didn’t spank him on Saturday because I wasn’t feeling all that great. I couldn’t let two punishment days go by without swatting his sexy little tush. This time I used the bloodwood paddle with the rounded head. He wasn’t happy with that choice.
I finished straightening up the pantry while the wax was melting. All the stock was rotated, so we’ll eat the oldest stuff first. I can actually see how much of any given thing I have, so we don’t wind up buying things we already have. For a while, every time we’d go to Costco, I’d say we needed toilet paper. We wound up with a lot more than we needed. Maybe I was prescient, thinking about the pandemic.
I waxed Lion. I’d let it go for much longer than a month. His fur was pretty long. He didn’t seem to have more hair than normal. It was just longer. It was far beyond tickling my nose. I’ll have to keep better track of the timing. Not that it matters much. It’s not any harder to wax longer hair. To a point, of course. I couldn’t wax his head, for example, without chopping most of the hair off to start. Luckily, the hair on his balls and the base of his penis never get that long.
I always end the waxing session by oiling him up to remove any remaining wax. The very last thing I do is oil up my weenie. It feels nice to me, and to him, I’m sure, to have a well-lubricated weenie to play with. I didn’t really expect him to get super hard. He’d just had an orgasm the night before. But he did get a little excited. And then he went off to take a shower.
My back was a little sore after waxing him, so I lay on the bed while he showered. I figured I’d give him a little bit to warm up. He’s always cold. Then he was hungry. Off I went to make dinner. No spanking before dinner. When I got up to do the dishes, I realized how stiff I was from waxing. Lion was so nice. He told me I didn’t have to spank him if my back hurt. What a guy! Never fear. I was able to soldier on with the five-minute spanking.
It was a combination of steady not-too-hard swats with a stronger swat mixed in every now and then. Obviously, he didn’t like the harder ones. Wood paddles will do that to a guy. I wasn’t even hitting all that hard. If it had been an actual punishment, he probably would have been bruised by the end if I stuck to that paddle. As it was, he had the beginning of a blood spot forming. And then the timer went off. Saved by the bell.
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