Games (Page 2)

The football season is winding down. There is only one more game left. Only one more chance to play our NFL spanking game. We root for the New York Giants. They made it to the playoffs and lost during the first round. That means I get eleven swats per point for the remainder of the playoffs and the Superbowl. My bottom will be sore for sure.

I’m not sure why, but we don’t have any other games. That’s a little surprising. Mrs. Lion loves playing games. That’s what she’s doing on the iPad most of the time. I tried to do some research on the subject. I failed to find anything useful. Most spanking games turned out to be male fantasies about erotic spanking. The games were too stupid to consider. That means any new inventions are up to us.

We can rule sports out. We don’t follow any other sporting activities. We also don’t play games like Scrabble. We never have. I’m not sure why, but we don’t. We don’t play cards. I used to play bridge, but that doesn’t interest Mrs. Lion. That doesn’t mean we can’t find a game that we both like. It’s very easy to convert nearly any vanilla game into kinky fun.

Here’s an idea. What about blackjack, for example? In the casino, you buy chips and then bet them on each hand. What if Mrs. Lion is the house, and she “sells” me chips? Let’s say that we charge one swat per dollar bought. I can buy as many chips as I can afford. Before we start, she “sells” me the chips. She also decides the minimum bet per hand. If she declares a ten-swat table, I have to bet ten swats on each hand. That means I need to buy enough chips to play a few hands. I can “buy” more chips at any time.

The objective could be for me to win enough chips to “buy” sexual activity. Mrs. Lion could decide how much a handjob or blowjob would cost. Maybe she could add vaginal sex to the menu. If the price is high enough, it would be impractical for me to buy enough chips to get what I want without playing.

The big problem with this game is that there is nothing in it for Mrs. Lion. At least, it seems to be very one-sided. If the game were fun for her to play and win, she might like the additional fun of making me decide how much spanking I want to take to buy into the game. This gets me to a very difficult point. Just what is fun for Mrs. Lion? For this to work, she needs to find something that would be fun for her. What do you think, Mrs. Lion?

Mrs. Lion tried to give me a blow job on Friday night. She worked very hard, but I couldn’t get there. She told me that she wasn’t trying to edge me. She wanted me to have an orgasm. It’s no surprise that I was very horny on Saturday, but Mrs. Lion felt too achy to try again. An odd thing happened Saturday night. I woke up several times with a solid boner. I must have been dreaming about sex. That hasn’t happened in ages.

I’m not complaining. It was a very nice feeling. I’m not sure that Mrs. Lion is feeling any better today. I’m writing this early Sunday afternoon. The Giants are in a playoff, and our NFL game has escalated to ten swats per point scored. We start the season off with three swats per point. One swat is added for each game the Giants lose. They have lost seven games so far, hence ten swats per point. Even if the Giants lose today, our game continues with whatever team we choose to watch and root for right up to the Super Bowl. So, if the Giants lose today, I’ll be up to eleven swats per point in the next playoff we watch. Incorrectly handicapping a game gives me a much more painful bottom.

I suggested one modification of our game. Currently, Mrs. Lion uses the same paddle for each touchdown, etc. I suggest that she use a milder (like leather) paddle for home team points and a meaner (wood?) paddle for opposing team scores. I think that is further incentive for me to root harder for the home team. Yesterday we watched the Seahawks/San Francisco game. We weren’t playing because Mrs. Lion was under the weather. We root for the Sea Hawks. The score ended at Sea Hawks 19, San Francisco 40. Had we been playing, I woudl have gotten 190 swats with the milder paddle and 400 swats with the mean one. Ouch!

Don’t get me wrong. I like anticipating our game. While we play, I question my sanity. What the hell,  it’s the way I’m wired. When we watch today’s game, I’m sure that Mrs. Lion will deliver memorable swats for each point. It could be painful for me to sit when I write tomorrow’s post.