Last night I told Lion it was time for his punishment for making a mess and eating breakfast before I did. I told him I was going to give him eight hard swats and he had to stay still. If he didn’t, I would have to start over. He wrote a post about expectations and consequences. I was telling him what to expect and the consequences for not meeting those expectations. He said that wasn’t what he meant. He was talking about the grand scheme of things. He wants to know when to do X and if he should do Y and how to do Z. I have no idea. But wouldn’t it be a good idea if I start out with baby steps? Telling him about the punishment was a pretty good first step, I thought. Normally I don’t punish him on the same day unless he happens to screw up on an actual punishment day. And then I never tell him how many swats or what will happen if he doesn’t stay still.

I guess I’m confused about my own expectations and consequences. What am I supposed to be making him do? If he doesn’t start the dishwasher, then I do when I think about it. If I don’t start the laundry, then he does when he thinks about it. I prefer to share the work. I know he can’t really clean the house because it stirs up dust and dander, and then he’ll be a sneezing, itching pile of goo. So that’s my job. He tends to cook more often. Is that his job? When he complains about cooking too many nights in a row, I cook. He didn’t like making breakfast on the weekends to give me a break from it so I took that job back. I just don’t know what types of things I’m supposed to assign him. Maybe I’m just making too much of it. Maybe I just need to tell him I don’t really care if he hates making breakfast on the weekends. I do too. Suck it up and make breakfast on the weekends. But that’s not me. I’m more of a grumbling-under-my-breath-that-I-hate-making-breakfast-as-much-as-he-does-but-I’ll-do-it-anyway-because-that’s-what-I-do kind of person. And, no, that’s not necessarily healthy, but that’s how I roll.

Now Lion wants maintenance swats to be as hard as punishment swats. What’s the point of punishment swats then? Maintenance swats were supposed to get me used to hitting him. Punishment swats were for a specific thing. Making them both the same, to me, diminishes the punishment swats. If he gets hit just as hard for not doing anything as he does for doing something, why should he try to avoid punishment? If I’m going to get a speeding ticket for going the limit and I’ll get one for going 10 mph over the limit, I’d rather go 10 mph over the limit. There’s no incentive to go the limit.

I don’t know. It just seems like the rules change too often for me to keep track.

magic wand vibrator
Lion’s new best friend, the cordless Magic Wand vibrator.

I thought I was Lion’s best friend. It turns out his best friend is battery operated. We played with the Magic Wand again last night and he’s said several times that he really likes it. This from the man who said vibrators do nothing for him. Apparently he just hadn’t found the right one.

I know Lion is very horny right now and maybe that has a lot to do with his being enamored of the vibrator. Alas, he was not horny enough to warrant an orgasm. I don’t know. There was just something missing. I got him close, but I wasn’t feeling it. He didn’t achieve beautiful penis status. Too bad. Maybe we can try again today. We’re going out tonight so if it doesn’t happen this afternoon, it’s not happening until tomorrow, at least. Who knows? He may actually make it till his next scheduled orgasm before he gets the last one.

I realize I’m playing with fire though. Sure, he’s horny right now. Yesterday was the fifth day so he is at the height of horniness. After day seven he sort of drops on the horniness scale. If his penis is not beautiful by tomorrow I may have to hit reset and give him an orgasm anyway. Maybe, if I have to do that, it should be a no frills orgasm. Is there such a thing? I mean no fanfare. Just a boring reset. Maybe no edging. Just right to the orgasm and be done with it. He shouldn’t enjoy a reset, should he? Yes, he’d get an orgasm which he should enjoy anyway, but if it’s a bare bones (no pun intended) orgasm then it wouldn’t be as enjoyable. I think. I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go along.

On the other hand, if I threaten a reset orgasm, he might just pull a beautiful penis out of thin air. It’s difficult to tell how Lion’s mind will deal with things like this. I’ll have to think about it for a while.

Yesterday I told Lion he’s easier to deal with when he’s horny than when he thinks he’s broken. He wondered why. I think it’s because it requires very little effort to get him aroused. When he thinks he’s broken he’s sort of depressed and even getting a smile out of him is difficult. He thought it might be because he is more attentive when he’s horny. Nope. He doesn’t turn into the sniveling little peon of internet legend. He’s just a happy, if somewhat frustrated, Lion.

Last night we couldn’t find the collars we were looking for. Lion thinks he might have gotten rid of them when we were no longer playing. That’s too bad. He had a nice leather one and a red nylon one that was more comfortable. Both had tags with his name on them along with my cell phone number to “report if naughty”. Of course, he very rarely ever wore them out of the house so no one would have seen the tag anyway, but it was fun. I did find the Christmas collar with jingle bells on it and he found two other collars. One locks on with a padlock and the other is very wide. For last night’s festivities I used the jingle bell collar because it’s nylon and more comfortable. I only want him feeling the pain I want him feeling.

Once he was handcuffed to his collar, I brought out the goodie bag of toys. I told him he was trapped and I could do anything I wanted to him. That’s almost always true anyway, but just saying that made Mr. Weenie jump to attention. I tried the tiny clothes pins in different areas but it didn’t work out as well as I’d hoped so I abandoned that idea. Instead I used the wooden clothes pins with the sand paper on his balls. I also put regular wooden clothes pins on his boobies. He hates when I call them his boobies. Men don’t have boobies, he says. If I want to call his penis his man clit, I will do it. He has boobies for the purposes of pinching the nipples. So there!

I edged him several times, something I haven’t been able to do much lately. I got him very close quite a few times. When I was done with him I removed the clothes pins and took off the restraints. He was mumbling about being hornier than when we started. I think that’s the point. Duh! And when we were snuggling later on, I said I love him. He said if I really love him, I’d give him an orgasm. I surprised him by telling him I don’t love him that much. (Of course I do. I was only joking to see what he’d say.) So now I have a horny Lion again and I love it.

This morning he told me he was trying to get hard when he woke up. Perfect!

Lion asked if I’d be writing a “poor Lion” post for today. He didn’t get his scheduled orgasm last night. And I decided every night should be maintenance spanking night, except punishment nights. We both need more practice with spanking. I guess that qualifies as a “poor Lion” event.

Actually, he didn’t seem all that horny so I decided he’ll have to wait until he’s a little more desperate. He asked if he had to wait until the next scheduled date. He doesn’t know when that is anyway, but I told him we’d take it a day at a time. I’ll know when he’s ready. It may be today. It may be a week from now. If I can’t even get him to the point of edging him then he can’t be very horny anyway and, therefore, does not deserve a “poor Lion” label. That’s for when I’ve frustrated him beyond any limit he ever wanted to cross and a gentle breeze will push him over the top. Nope. He’s nowhere near that now.

He may very well be frustrated that he’s not so horny, but that’s another matter. We need to regroup and get back to that point. We’ve lapsed into a mini play-coma lately. It’s gotten routine and boring. Last night, a while after his maintenance swats, I had him roll over and gave him some play swats. Tonight, I’ve alluded to the fact that he may be in his collar with his hands restrained to it. If we can find his collar. We haven’t used it in a while and we’re not exactly sure where it is. Not to worry. If we don’t find it, I have other ideas.