The other day I mentioned that Lion hadn’t put the coffee pot together and program it to brew for the next morning. He usually does this. On a weekend it’s not really a big deal. We have time. On weekdays, it’s nice to have the coffee well on it’s way to brewing by the time I walk into the kitchen to make breakfast. Not that it takes all that long to set up but every minute counts when I’m trying to get to work. Lion apologized and suggested it be a rule.

It seems silly to have a rule for not getting the coffee ready. However, it is a good rule for our funishments. All of our silly rules now fall under that category. They don’t get real punishments but they’re a way to keep our heads in the game. If I can maintain my vigilance for observing the silly rules, it only helps me in observing the more serious rules.

When suggesting the coffee rule, Lion said I’ve been missing infractions. I probably am. I let him interrupt me and annoy me in other ways without “catching” him. I think it depends on my mood at the time and how frustrated I may be with other things. Is Lion supposed to know that I’m pissed off because X happened and the thing he just did would normally not be annoying but now it is because I’ve had it up to here? Shouldn’t I just take a deep breath and suck it up sometimes rather than being a bitch and pouncing on every little thing? [Lion — Pounce! ]

But maybe that’s just what I need to do. Those silly rules were put in place so I’d get used to observing and punishing, and Lion would get used to following rules. If I force myself to be a bitch who pounces on every little thing, I’ll get used to observing and punishing for the more serious rules. However, sometimes I just don’t feel like enforcing rules. And, yes, I understand that helps neither of us.

I guess I really do just have to suck it up, but not to let it go. I need to suck it up and let Lion know when he’s done something wrong. It’s only fair.

[Lion — I agree completely. We’ve learned that we need almost mechanical consistency to make our disciplinary relationship work. It may seem unfair sometimes to strongly punish something Mrs. Lion would like to shrug off, but we’ve learned that if we make exceptions, in the end all we will have is a lot of exceptions.]

We are spending the night in the camper at our new house. I’m writing this Friday night because tomorrow is move day and I’ve missed posts the past few days. I’ve been too exhausted to think about writing at night. I’m too exhausted right now but enough is enough.

We are not entirely packed. Our plan is to arrive as early as possible to continue packing before the movers show up. I don’t think we’ll be completely done by the time they’re done moving us. I just hope to have as little left as possible that I’ll have to move after our move.

One of the last things we did before we left the old house was to dismantle the mattresses for the bed. We had to let the air out, pull the foam and air bladder, and pack that up. Now the movers can take the frames apart.

To get ready to dismantle the beds, I had to drag the dog’s toys from under the bed. I also pulled out two bins that hold lube and assorted toys. The clear bins obviously show the contents. Unless I want the movers, all about my oldest son’s age, to see the contents I’ll have to get those bins into the car before the movers hit the house.

With any luck, by the time you read this, the truck will be all loaded and will be on it’s way to the new house. With even more luck, the unload will have started. Dare I dream? Speaking of dreaming, we may even be able to sleep in our own bed. True, the camper bed is our bed too. But I mean our house bed, all snuggly in bed with no reason to get up early on Sunday morning. However, it’s a strange place and who knows how well we’ll sleep. Plus, the dog will make sure we’re up early.

All I know is that by Saturday, with the move done, the rules will be back in effect. Punishments will resume. Although it will take a long time to unpack, things will start getting back to normal tomorrow night.

We had a very nice teasing session last night. It left Lion very horny. Now he’s in his cage, wondering when he’ll get to come next. It’s only been a few days so I’d say the next orgasm is at least three or four days away. That’s if I’m nice. I may want him to wait a little longer this time around. No reason. Just a whim. And that’s all it has to be.

Before we played, I was wondering where our hairbrush-type paddle is. I think it’s in the camper. However, I do have a short paddle in the kitchen that could work for the new position of being behind him yanking on weenie and the boys. I have no idea if the kitchen paddle is meaner than the hairbrush. It has squarer edges that may hurt more. I guess we’ll find out.

Now I’d like to address a troll who leaves comments from time to time. His latest comment deals with my, apparently, insatiable desire to draw blood when I spank Lion. First I started off sadistically spanking him. I made his butt red and that wasn’t enough. I needed to see marks and bruising. And soon that wasn’t enough. I needed to “see blood to get the same rush. Jeffrey and Ted were like that.” On a first name basis with serial killers, are we?

[Lion — I delete his sick posts.]

Lion wants to be spanked. It’s just one of the deviant services I provide for him. I’m assuming your tender constitution doesn’t agree with oral sex either. Straight missionary for you, I’ll bet. That’s fine. To each his own. Yup. I don’t think you’re weird for wanting your sex however you want it. You see, I have an open mind. Try to pry yours open too.

Back to the business at hand. I found myself hoping Lion had forgotten to remind me of punishment day. I reviewed our emails and there it was; the first email. Darn! I thought maybe he slipped up and a punishment was due. I jokingly told him I was going to write a randomizer program (it turns out there are apps for that) so I could switch up punishment days in a given week. It’s no fun when he doesn’t get himself into trouble. I really do need to come up with new rules.

I don’t think the title is absolutely correct. The consequences were foreseen. Anyone in their right mind would say, “Duh! You had to know that could happen.” And I did. But I didn’t mean to do it. I’m talking about Lion’s accidental orgasm last night.

My intention was to get him very close to the edge. It worked. And it worked well. It usually does when I give him oral sex. The second I touched him with my tongue he gasped. And we were motoring right along. I edged him a lot. Then I went a little too far. And I knew I was going to but I pushed my luck. And, apparently, Lion pushed back. I don’t mean he actually pushed. He just got over the edge and I didn’t want to leave him with a ruined orgasm so I took him the rest of the way.

We figured out afterwards he’d waited five days. That number really has no meaning. Sometimes five days seems like a long time to him and other times it doesn’t. I do know he was very horny. Even without a spanking or being locked in the cage, he was horny. Maybe he’s over his slump. I have no idea if he’ll be horny as soon as today or not. It seems to me that’s the perfect time for another spanking. Either the spanking will make him horny or he won’t particularly want the spanking because he isn’t horny. Obviously I’d like it if it makes him horny. But if he’s in no mood for a spanking, I don’t care. He’ll get one anyway.

For the second Saturday in a row, Lion remembered it was punishment day. Who says you can’t teach an old lion new tricks? He’s learning. Maybe it’s time to change things up again. What if I moved punishment days from Monday, Thursday and Saturday to Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday? Hmmm. That would give him something to think about. I don’t know if I’ll do that. It’ll give me more to think about as well. I’d probably forget more than he would. Nope. We’ll leave it. I’m sure I can come up with some other rule for him to follow…or break, as the case may be.