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It should come as no surprise that I didn’t spank Lion last night. I was on my feet a lot yesterday unpacking and standing around waiting for an Alexa to connect to the network. I think standing in one place is worse for me than moving around. I don’t know why. At any rate, my back and hips were tight and annoyed. My right shoulder is still annoyed, but I can make do with my left arm for spanking.

The question now is, do I spank him tonight or do we break out the Edex for some fun? I won’t ask Lion. I know what his answer will be. And I’m interested in whether he can have another orgasm via a hand job. Not that I want to switch completely to hand jobs again. I’m just curious if it’s an option. It worked out well last time. If I can find some rope, I can play “follow the bouncing balls”. I’m showing my age. You see, way back in the olden days, there were these things called records…. When I tie his balls, I can make them bounce up and down when I play with him. I like that. I’m unsure if he does, but that’s hardly the point. It amuses me, and that’s what matters. He’s got his balls tied, and I’m jerking him off. He’ll be just fine.

I think it was yesterday he asked if I could wax him soon. The short answer is yes. The shorter answer is no. However, I channeled my mother and said, “I suppose.” That always meant she didn’t really want to say yes but couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. You were supposed to infer her displeasure from the accompanying sigh. I did my best “Mom” imitation. I’m sure Lion only heard yes. He didn’t have the long history of the sighing “I suppose” that I did.

I know where the wax and the melters are. I don’t remember where the cart is. It took me twenty minutes this afternoon to find something I’d had in my hand a few minutes earlier. I don’t know how long it will take me to find the cart. I’ll look when I’m done here.

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We went to the casino last night. We had tickets to see a comedian and Lion likes slot machines, so it was a win-win situation. The casino frequently sends us “rewards,” and this time, we got free money to spend at one of several dining venues. Lion got the sushi he loves, and I got not to eat the sushi I don’t love. Another win-win.

Before Lion lost much of his sight, we could each be at opposite ends of the casino, using text messages to meet up. Now we’re more tethered together, which is sometimes an issue because I don’t like most of the games he likes and if I’m losing, it makes it more difficult to find a winning machine where I can keep an eye on him. He has a tendency to cash out of a machine and get ready to move on whether I’m ready o or not. I don’t know where he thinks he’s going since he needs me to guide him, but he’s ready to go. He did actually walk to a nearby machine last night, but it was very close to the one I was sitting at.

[Lion — I wasn’t necessarily ready to go when I cashed out. I just didn’t want to waste any money on that particular game. I am happy to wait/watch Mrs. Lion win.]

The new paddle arrived the other day. I haven’t tried it yet. I guess I should tonight. He hasn’t been spanked in about a week. I’m sure he thinks he needs to be. In all fairness, he probably does. He’s been annoying me by being short with me. He keeps saying I’m being short with him, but I think I’m just starting to clap back on his being short with me. First, he interrupts, which is a no-no, and then he gets mad when I interrupt right back. I don’t know. Maybe we’re becoming an old, married couple who always snark at each other. The difference is that I can pick up a paddle, and I win by default. Of course, that’s not true, but I can make my feelings known. However, I’m still reluctant to use this power. Maybe snapping back at him is the first step.

Unpacking sort of ground to a halt. Much of my “free” time has been spent getting things set up for Lion. Of course, no matter how much I set up, there’s always more. He has a lot of equipment, and, of course, I didn’t pack things correctly, so the power supplies went in one direction, and the items went in another. Actually, I did pack things together, but they’ve been separated because I was looking for something else, and things got moved. What I should have done is taped the power supply to the item. That’s fine. Lion can handle packing his own stuff for the next move. (Snark)

Today, I’ve gotten back into unpacking. I’ve found a few things Lion has been missing, like equipment. He has a lot of stuff. I have a few goals for unpacking/cleaning up around here. Let’s see if I can accomplish them.

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As promised, I gave Lion a handjob yesterday. I forgot it was supposed to be a hand job until he reminded me. It was his first in a very long time. They used to be the go-to method for his orgasms. Then they weren’t. Between my sore shoulders and his, what we now know as, need for a helper drug, hand jobs just stopped working.

Ironically, even with the Edex, my shoulders tend to hurt more during oral sex than they did yesterday jerking him off. Go figure. I’m sure it was such a novelty yesterday, my shoulders forgot they were supposed to hurt. I guess from now on he can either be sucked or jerked.

On Saturday night, I whomped him good. The pain didn’t last very long afterwards, but he was definitely not pleased with me. That’s okay. He shouldn’t be. He should be concentrating on what he did wrong and how to make sure it doesn’t happen again. But mostly, he was focusing on how much each swat hurt.

Once his glow faded from his orgasm, he went to take a shower. On his way back, he forgot his pills. I know he’s forgotten them before and had to go back to the bathroom to retrieve them. He did not catch his mistake until it was too late last night. Poor Lion. Was another whomping in his future?

I took pity on the forgetful boy. All of his blood was still near his weenie and hadn’t quite made it back up to his brain. I really can’t punish him for that. I’m surprised he could even manage to find the bathroom, let alone take a shower. How could I expect him to follow a rule? Luckily, his brain seems to have recovered. Any forgetful thing he does now is his own fault.

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I didn’t spank Lion last night. We got home from his appointment around 6 and then I had to make dinner while he showered. That brings us to today. We’ve been waiting for a Century Link tech to set up a DSL line for us. When the internet went out a week or so ago, Lion decided we needed yet another level of Armageddon protection. We’re now an hour past our appointment time, but we’ve been assured he’s working on it at the central office.

Lion wants to go get the manual for his new ham radio bound at a FedEx store. We were hoping this DSL thing didn’t take all day. It looks like it might. In the meantime, rather than getting in the middle of unpacking and being interrupted, I’ve been trying to figure out if I want to order something from IKEA and have it shipped. The alternative is driving an hour or so to the store to pick it up. Yeah, shipping sounds much better.

Lion also told me he’s in the mood for love. The Lion weather is hot and steamy. So he needs both a spanking and a wanking. And a haircut. And a waxing. It takes a lot of work to maintain a Lion. And there’s no user manual either. You think it’s bad with kids? Lion is set in his ways, and he wants what he wants when he wants it. And how he wants it. Any deviation and I’ve upset the whole apple cart. Of course, he knows better than to demand sex, and I doubt he’d ever demand a spanking. He wants it, but not really, but he does, but want is too strong a word.

We’ll see how long it takes for the phone guy to finish and then decide if we’re throwing in the towel on going to FedEx. They’re open tomorrow, too, so we might wait till then. No matter what, I guess I can set aside ten minutes to whomp a cute Lion tushy.