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Our anniversary was two days ago. We have a cluster of important dates in August. We met online and the first time we chatted was August 13. We met in person for the first time on August 16. A few years later, we got married on August 15. We didn’t plan them all being together. Lion likes to think he asked me to marry him. It was more business-like than that. He had just gotten a job, and he said we should get married to protect ourselves. Being married afforded certain rights not available to domestic partners.

Swoon!

I had no plans to get married again. My divorce had been finalized in May. I saw no need to get married again. I knew I wasn’t leaving him. Lion said being married would keep me from leaving him. He knew this wasn’t true. It was just another statement in the pro column for him. By the luck of the draw, I had four days off in a row. In New York state, at the time, you had to wait 24 hours after obtaining your marriage license before being married. We got it and then went to a jewelry store to pick out wedding rings.

Since it was Friday, we had to wait until Monday. I called around looking for a justice of the peace able to do the ceremony on short notice. We found a quaint little town not too far away. We didn’t have a witness, so we dragged a poor lady away from her desk. The whole thing took probably fifteen minutes. We went home with an ice cream wedding cake and celebrated with the dog. It is still the best wedding we’ve ever been to.

To celebrate the other day, we went to the casino and proceeded to lose some money. We ate at the fancy restaurant in the casino and then came home. In a recent post, Lion said he’d never received a full spanking across both cheeks. Before we even decided to go to the casino, I told him he’d be getting one that night. I offered him an out. I was very full from dinner and asked him if he needed a raincheck. Being face down on the spanking bench can be very uncomfortable if your belly is full. He didn’t want a raincheck.

practice bat paddle
Practice bat paddle

Once he was strapped down, I picked up the new acquisition – the practice baseball bat. I gave him a few warmup swats before launching into things. He was yelping in no time. One of the reasons I don’t normally swat across both cheeks is that one cheek usually gets hit harder. That can be tempered when it’s a wooden paddle, but leather bends and conforms to his buns. I had to switch sides to be sure both sides received similar attention. My right shoulder has been hurting a lot and swatting with it in that position was difficult, so I stuck mostly to wood. That, of course, made him bleed.

After a while, he needed to stop. It was perfectly understandable. I didn’t think they were particularly hard swats, but they were intensified by the fact that there was no break between cheeks. I let him up, and he said, “To be continued.” I had no plans to continue. I’m sure I’ll do cross-cheek swats at some point in the future, but this spanking was over.

[Lion — The cross-cheek spanking is much more effective. When Mrs. Lioin uses a long strap, the wrap adds extra pain. She doesn’t ask for requests when she spanks me. I get what she decides to do.]

Yesterday, being the anniversary of our first in-person meeting, Lion wanted to do anal sex just like the first time. When we actually started, however, I offered him a blow job. Being a smart man, he gladly accepted the offer. Once he was done, we snuggled, and I played with my weenie, which was still hard.

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For two days, Lion has been free range. I let him go free on turkey day, remembered to give him panties Friday and have forgotten since then. He also hasn’t been reminding me. That was never a rule. I just knew I’d need help remembering. For what it’s worth, I haven’t been reminding him to go on the treadmill. I guess that makes us even.

Apparently, the threat of a spanking woke Lion up. After he read my post yesterday, he loudly declared he was heading into the bedroom. I think I said, “So?” He clarified that he wanted to do an Edex shot. I guess he was going to do it whether I was in the room or not because I heard him tearing open the wrappers. Technically, there’s no rush for me to be in the room since his erection lasts a while, but he does need help aiming the needle to miss veins and get it in the right spot. I wasn’t busy, so I went to help.

He didn’t want any CBT. He must have been primed from the wait and from the threat of a spanking. And he was ready. It took a little while, but not as long as last time. Of course, I don’t time these things. I go by how long it takes me to get uncomfortable or when my arms start to fall asleep. Neither happened yesterday. Unfortunately, what else didn’t happen is cream filling. He has a theory that if he isn’t hard or fully erect, the semen has nowhere to “wait”. I don’t know if his theory is correct, but while he was hard, he wasn’t as long as he is sometimes. As I was sucking on him, I wondered if he’d prove his theory. I’ll need more experimentation to prove or disprove it. Lucky Lion.

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I think I surprised Lion when I decided to spank him before he did his boner injection. He said he wouldn’t mind waiting to be spanked. I knew I’d forget, or more accurately, I wouldn’t want to do it, if I waited till afterwards. Besides, even though it was a punishment spanking, it might turn him on. It’s true that I don’t normally give him sex on a day I punish him. I don’t want to confuse things. But he’s been having difficulty getting and staying turned on. It was worth a shot.

There’s probably no way to know for sure if it was the increased dosage of boner juice or his tender buns, but he certainly was turned on. I think he had one of his longest erections. I know that’s the boner juice talking. He was hard, but not super hard. At one point during my oral ministration, he seemed to lose it a little, but he bounced back well. Ever since he told me I sucked too hard (is that a thing?), I’ve been backing off and letting my tongue do most of the work. Until yesterday, it hadn’t been making much of a difference. However, that changed.

Except for the timer set during punishments, I don’t watch the clock. I usually have no idea how long it takes for him to either have an orgasm or give up. Sometimes, it’s me who needs to give up because I’m tired or achy. The last time we tried, I decided I would go as long as he needed me to go, even if I was dying. Unfortunately, he had to give up. I was hopeful but still worried, that he would have his orgasm. It’s too important to him not to have another one.

He was bucking last time, and I tried to match his rhythm. This time, he didn’t really start bucking till the end. I guess that’s why I was getting discouraged in the middle. But I am ecstatic to say that he did indeed have an orgasm. And I finally got my cream filling. Yay! I hope we don’t have to wait so long for the next one.

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It rains a lot here. Then, around July 4, it stops raining. Well, it stops raining as much. The problem is, in the spring, it rains and rains and rains, and before you know it, the lawn is out of control. In order to mow it, it needs to be dry. Fat chance with it raining all the time. The dog’s lawn grows faster. I don’t want to lose her in the jungle. I decided if I couldn’t mow, I’d hit it with the weed wacker. Luckily, it was dry enough to do it today. Most of it. There’s a small patch I just couldn’t do. I crapped out.

Lion always grumbles when I go to mow the lawn. He says he doesn’t want me to wear myself out. I hear this as, “If you’re tired, I won’t get attention.” That’s probably not what he means. I grumble when I go to mow the lawn because I don’t want to mow the damn lawn. I don’t like being tired and out of breath. However, I know it will get better as the summer goes on. I just need to get my bones moving. If I’d been moving all along, it wouldn’t be so bad.

I tried to give Lion a blow job last night. Depending on what you consider a blow job, I did more than try. I felt bad because I had to stop after a while. I don’t know how long it was. I just know my arm was going numb. I keep going as long as possible because I want him to enjoy himself. When I stopped, I asked if he was close. He wasn’t. I guess that’s less of a disappointment. He was soft when I started. I love feeling him get hard in my mouth. And he did get hard. However, he didn’t stay hard. He didn’t completely lose it, but it wasn’t as hard as it was. Sometimes I stop because it seems he’s losing it, only for him to say he wasn’t.

I’m not sure what we’ll try tonight. Maybe I can tie his balls up and release them before we get too far into it. I don’t want to distract him.