I worked an hour later than normal yesterday. I’m attempting to make up some of the time I missed on Monday and to dig myself out from under the mountain of work on my desk. By the time I got home and we ate, it was fairly late. My shower was late and when I showed up with paddle in hand, Lion was not in the mood.
I told him I wanted to swat a pantied butt. I have no idea why. Would it really make a difference if he had panties on or not? Since I hadn’t noticed that he was wearing them – something he pointed out – I decided to make a bigger deal out of the panties than I normally would have. Plus, who knows, maybe it would be different.
Lion said he didn’t think I was actually going to spank him. I guess he thought it was late. Maybe he thought I forgot. I was actually going to beg off because I was achy from head to toe, but then I thought that would just be an excuse. I can make it through 300 swats even if I do just want to crawl under the covers.
It turns out Lion was achy too. His back and legs were sore. He didn’t know why. I suggested maybe it was because of our weekend shopping spree through the local grocery store and Costco. Then he cooked on Monday night. Lots of standing and walking for two people who haven’t done much of either in a while.
So I gave Lion 150 swats. Pantied swats sound different from naked swats. It was more thuddy. I started off too hard, but I adjusted. It wasn’t until after the spanking that Lion told me he was achy. But I figured we hadn’t done our experiment in over a week and the Super Bowl was a bust in terms of swats, so I took it easy on the old buns.
When we snuggled and my weenie responded, I had the last few ruined orgasms on my mind. I couldn’t give him another one. I’d just edge him. But not too close. And, although he was horny, it was late so it took some time for him to get to the edge. I’m sure his achy legs and back played a part in it. I decided to give him a full orgasm long before he got to that point.
First, it would erase the possibility of a ruined orgasm. Second, it would reset the clock. He can look back on the last ejaculation with fondness since it wasn’t ruined. And he may have to look back a while. Who knows when he’ll have another orgasm?