Pain (Page 2)

state fair
Lion and I are off to the fair today.

Lion had physical therapy yesterday. Sometimes it makes him feel better. Other times it makes him hurt. Last night was the latter. When I told him it was time for his punishment he said he didn’t feel sexy. I said it was lucky for him that punishment didn’t require him to feel sexy. But as I was swatting him I realized just how much pain he was in. I made his buns pink but not as pink as I might have if I hadn’t been trying to get his shoulder more comfortable.

We snuggled for a while. I found a position that didn’t wrench my neck while watching TV. I fondled my weenie and the boys for a bit. I wasn’t trying to get him hard but if it happened it was fine. I just wanted to make Lion feel good. After about an hour Lion needed to move his shoulder around so we held hands and continued to watch TV.

I suppose I could have made him sit in the corner after his swats. That wouldn’t have put any pressure on his shoulder. But I didn’t want him to be in any more pain than he already was. I was trying to make him comfortable. Sitting in the corner wouldn’t have accomplished anything at that point. His attention wouldn’t have been on his butt anyway. The good news is that this morning most of the shoulder pain is gone.

In a little while we’ll head out to the state fair. It’s fun to walk through the vendor areas with the barkers telling people how their lives will be enriched if they just buy this ladder or that massage chair. And when’s the last time you had your gutters cleaned? New windows perhaps? We’ve gone to concerts in the past and even a rodeo at the fair. We’ll get our fudge and maybe some cotton candy. We’ll look at the animals and watch the chainsaw woodcarvers. Mostly it’s fun just to walk around together.

Lion is still snoozing a lot. When I got back from work yesterday, he said he’d slept the entire time. Granted, it was only a few hours, but he was apologizing. The way I look at it, he’s got some serious healing going on and that takes a lot of energy. It’s no wonder he’s sleeping so much. There’s no need to apologize. Resting is a good thing.

I think he’s finally convinced that I won’t leave him because he needs help. He feels bad that he sometimes makes me get up every few minutes to adjust pillows or get him a drink or get his pills. I don’t mind doing it. If anything, it wakes me up to be moving around. He hasn’t really been whining at all. The closest he’s come is last night when I wondered if his pain was normal, because he hasn’t been doing all of his exercises or maybe he’s been doing too much with his arm, and he told me I was accusing him of causing his own pain. Right. Because looking for a possible answer for the pain is the same as telling him he’s doing it to himself. I was trying to figure out how to help.

Lion is also getting upset that our sex lives are not returning to normal yet. He needs to understand that the surgery was only two weeks ago. It will take about six weeks for the repair to heal completely. Sure, the scar is closed, but inside his body still has a lot of work to do. Plus, he knows that the physical therapy will take months and months to get his movement back to normal. I think he’s trying to rush things. He may feel the twinges of horniness, but I don’t think he’s horny enough to perform reliably each time.

It may take us a while to get back to where we were with FLR, DD and enforced chastity, but we’ll get there. The most important thing now is to get him healthy.

Lion is still a pain. I mean, he’s still in pain. He thinks he’s being a pain because he’s asking me to do things for him. He’s not asking me to do anything I don’t normally do. Granted, I may be doing more of those things right now, but he’d do the same for me. Glass of water? Coming right up. Snack? Coming right up. Lunch, dinner, glass of water? Yes, yes, yes. I don’t mind being his nurse. The only thing he’s missing is a call button, but I’m usually not too far away anyway.

To me, it seems like he’s in worse pain than last week, but he reminded me that he was in the hospital that first night so I missed all that fun. Right now I’m trying to keep him as comfortable as possible so he can feel better. The issue is that the doctor wanted him to drink a lot of water to get the residual anesthesia out of his system. Then he had to pee more. Peeing hurts. My weenie is in pain. And it’s not the good kind of pain. Lion wants to know, if it’s my weenie, why isn’t it hurting me? I guess I’m an absentee landlord.

Last week I suspended the rules until Tuesday, I think. Lion said he thought he was well enough for them to be reinstated. Silly boy. I’m not sure if he was nervous about surgery the next day or not, but Lion forgot punishment night on Thursday. I didn’t punish him because he was afraid the doctors would notice any bruises I may have left on him. Valid point. I said I’d catch up with him on Saturday or Sunday, depending on how he feels. For some reason, I didn’t suspend the rules for the aftermath of this surgery. This morning we had our weigh-in. Lion gained a pound or two. It’s logical since he hadn’t been eating before the first surgery and was able to eat after it. So now he’ll be punished for gaining weight.

I was thinking about the whole weigh-in thing though. First, I should have suspended the rules after this surgery too. Second, obviously he’d gain weight on the eating week versus the non-eating week. Third, should we be doing averages instead of progress from one week to the next? What kind of average? I don’t know. Two-week rolling? Four-week rolling? Maybe it’s good the way it is. I think it would have been different if Lion really worked hard to lose those pounds the first week and then went crazy eating cookies and candy the next week to gain those pounds. But he was sick. That has to count for something.

Master of his own demise, Lion ordered capsaicin oil to mix with the coconut oil. Glutton for punishment. He says I can mix it any strength I want depending on how much I want him to suffer. Uh huh. How much I want him to suffer. See my post from the other day when I ask what answer he wants. I don’t really want him to suffer at all. He wants to suffer. I’ll probably either mix it too strong without intending to. Or too mild for Lion. I guess we’ll see when it gets here.

Speaking of being a glutton for punishment, Lion forgot last night was punishment night. At 9 pm I reminded him. He said he completely forgot. I’m glad one of us remembered. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the nice red tush he wound up with. Or the dark red spots that may turn into bruises. In between swats I asked what last night was. He said it was punishment night. In between more swats I asked what Thursday night is. He said it was punishment night. Maybe he’ll remember. He’s been very good at remembering. Maybe he just had too many things on his mind.

The good news is that Lion was horny last night. He has been since he’s been home. He even responded well when it was after 9. Playing late has been a sticking point from time to time, especially when he thinks he’s broken. But last night, Mr. Weenie sprang right into action. I got him oh so, almost too, close. Over and over. The past few nights, I’ve been getting him so close he drips pre-cum for a while afterwards.

He may have been preoccupied with other things, but Lion seemed very quiet after I edged him. It could have been frustration. He just didn’t look or sound very happy. It’s only been a few days since his orgasm. I’m less depressed over the loss of my junk food than he looked last night. He was fine this morning. I’m chalking it up to frustration.

[Lion – I was still upset from the painful spanking. The edging was great and, yes, I am massively frustrated. It felt so good. I didn’t really expect to come, but sure wanted to! My post tomorrow will be about how I was feeling and what happened on Monday night.]