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I didn’t feel all that great last night. Sometimes a medication puts my gut through hell. But I was determined to catch up on some of the punishment swats we’ve been putting off. I still owe Lion for at least two spills and a forgotten punishment day reminder. He’s been very good for about a week and if I had steadfastly whomped him every day, I think we would be done by now.

I haven’t been counting swats. Well, I count ten swats on each cheek. I just haven’t been counting how many sets. I’d guess Lion got somewhere between 200 and 300 swats. And at the end I only did five slow, hard swats on each cheek. Still, it was enough to raise a tiny blood spot and maybe the beginning of a bruise. As we head into the weekend I’ll have more opportunities to swat him multiple times per day. Obviously I could whomp him immediately after I get home and then after my shower, but I haven’t. I could, just as an example, swat him morning, noon and night on Saturday and Sunday. That would go a long way toward getting caught up. How many swats do I actually owe him? I never know how many swats I’ll give him for any specific infraction. I’ll know when he’s paid his dues.

Lion was wild from Wednesday night so it couldn’t have been the cage that made him horny. Perhaps it was the spanking. I do know that he’s been very hard lately. And, dare I say it, maybe even a little thicker. It’s a very strange thing. Could the new cage be making him thicker? I don’t know why it would, but it seems to be. From the first time I unlocked him, he’s had sort of an urgent erection. That sounds weird. What I mean is he had helmet head (marks from the bars of the cage) and he almost sprang out of the cage. I don’t remember that ever happening with the Jail Bird. He’s had helmet head before, but his erection practically launching the cage off when it was unlocked is new.

He was very horny again last night. Unfortunately, I must have hit the turbo button because he had a ruined orgasm before I was able to edge him. One second he was on his way to the edge and the next second he was in orbit. I knew he was excited, but sheesh! Give a girl a warning. I think it surprised him too. It’s happened before but, thankfully, it doesn’t happen often. Neither one of us is thrilled with ruined orgasms.

A little while ago, the new, custom cage came in the mail. As I went downstairs to write my post, Lion was heading to the bedroom, presumably, to put it on. It looks very small to me. Too small. But I know Lion will try his best to get in there. I have no doubt it will fit with some persuasion. How comfortable it will be is another matter. I’m sure he’ll let you know.

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Lion isn’t broken, but I may be. Now, it did take quite a bit of effort to get him to the edge the first time. But this time I didn’t leave my weenie alone right after. And it still took quite a bit of effort to get him to the edge the second time. As a matter of fact, it took so much effort that he went right over the top almost before I realized it. I managed to stop but he didn’t. He had a ruined orgasm.

We decided some months ago that a ruined orgasm is not necessarily a bad thing. However, since Lion has been having trouble getting too the edge, I wanted to build up the suspense for him. I wasn’t going to give him an orgasm until tonight. I figured three days of teasing, culminating in an orgasm would be a nice way to end the weekend. Now I’m not even sure he’s going to feel like being teased tonight. Rats! [Lion — I think I will.]

Of course, it’s not the end of the world. Things happen all the time that are not to our liking. But I wanted Lion’s next orgasm to be a nice one. I wanted it to be a sort of reward for getting unstuck. I guess if I had just kept going last night I could have salvaged things but neither of us was sure it was actually a ruined orgasm at the time. And then slowly it became apparent.

Lion’s eye surgery is tomorrow. I’m not sure he would have been in the mood tonight anyway. He might be worrying. And he almost certainly will not be interested in sex tomorrow night. No matter what he feels like, I’ll be right beside him. If all he wants to do is hold hands, that’s what we’ll do. And, of course, I’ll take care of him.

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In: Ruined orgasm, Mrs Lion Comments, Panties

Not only did the Rams lose in what had to be the most boring Super Bowl ever, but we also got snow yesterday into today. Western Washington does not do snow well. I heard on the news that there were a hundred trucks out plowing Seattle. Granted, we don’t see much snow west of the Cascades, but they always seem surprised when it happens, even if they’ve known about the storm for a week. Anyway, I’m losing yet another day of work because the roads are fairly treacherous. Actually, I could probably make it. I have four-wheel drive. Lion doesn’t want me to chance somebody else not being able to drive in snow crashing into me. Better safe than sorry.

It looked like Lion’s prediction of a 3-0 football game was going to come true. I was fine with that as long as the Rams had the three points. They didn’t. Well, they got them, but it wasn’t enough. By the time the Patriots scored the last field goal, I was so annoyed I forgot that Lion was supposed to get four swats for each point. I only gave him two swats per point. Oh well. There’s always next year.

I’m not sure if the swats he got were enough to make him horny or if he was already horny, but Lion wanted some action. I edged him quite a few times before I went too far.

Again.

The past few times we’ve played I’ve been trying to edge him over and over to break him. I want to get to the point where he just can’t be edged anymore. I suppose giving him a ruined orgasm meets that criteria but it’s not the way I want to do it. I don’t want him to have a ruined orgasm. That’s not the plan.

Lion was grumbling while he brushed his teeth that he’s tired of ruined orgasms. Me too! But hey, too bad, buddy. If I want to give you ruined orgasms ten times in a row, then that’s what will happen. I don’t. I’d already said it wasn’t my intention to give him one last night. Why grumble about it? That’s the same as grumbling about having a real orgasm because he wanted to wait longer. Tough toenails. Pull up your frilly panties and move on.

Hmmm…frilly panties. Maybe he should be wearing some today.

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Lion keeps track of when he has orgasms. I’m unclear, at this point, if he counts ruined orgasms as orgasms. [Lion — I do.] I just know he wanted more ruined orgasms so I gave him another one last night. Afterwards he said he didn’t expect to come. I told him he didn’t. Not really. Hence, my confusion.

Not that it really matter how he counts things. I can never remember. I just gave him orgasms when I felt like it. Now he wants ruined orgasms more often and regular orgasms on special occasions. So I guess he’ll get ruined orgasms when I feel like it and regular orgasms if I think to give him one.

Technically, I wanted to give him a regular orgasm last night but I figured that was too soon given the fact that he pointed out my propensity to give him ruined orgasms at the same interval I gave him regular orgasms. He said it had been three days since his last ruined orgasm. I think that’s still the regular orgasm interval so I’m still behind. Oh well.

I’ve decided not to go to my work function tonight. I’ve been too tired to deal with having fun in a bar while watching a football game and dealing with people I don’t really want to deal with for eight hours a day anyway. We have to take the garbage out to the curb again and I’d rather not do that if I get home late. Excuses, excuses, I know. But I’m not much of a social butterfly. I’d rather watch the game with Lion, if we watch the game at all. I don’t want to play our football game tonight. The deal was one game per week and I’d rather do it on Sunday. In lieu of the game, he can have another ruined orgasm.

He had his play spanking last night too. It only lasted ten minutes but he said his buns were sore. We’ll have to do it more often so both of us can get used to longer sessions. I won’t say he has a wimpy butt because he’s been handling punishment swats. I just think he’d enjoy it more if he were in practice. We can do that.