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lion in feminine panties

As Mrs. Lion wrote in her post, “Delayed Punishment,” she didn’t spank me and gave me a pass on the coffeemaker setup. It was a busy, stressful day for me. I have been working to reduce the cost of our cloud computing. I had a bunch of credits that I earned by taking surveys. That source of revenue has dried up, so I needed to reduce the services we had subscribed to. This involved moving data from an external database to one on the website’s server. Stuff like that rarely goes smoothly. I hit a few glitches that kept me busy for hours. It’s all done now, and I’ve cut our costs in half.

It appears that I’m going to get spanked today. Mrs. Lion means business. The sores from my last spanking have just finished healing. It hurt to sit down for three days. Based on what she’s said, I expect this one to be more severe and hurt for a week after she finishes. According to the old Disciplinary Wives Club website (now defunct), a spanking should hurt for a week after being administered.

When I read that, I didn’t believe any spanking would hurt that long. I didn’t realize how much damage a wooden paddle could do to my posterior. I’m not complaining. I asked for it, and Mrs. Lion happily obliged. I will do better remembering to send her that weekday email before noon. Sitting in my desk chair with a sore rear will remind me.

panty progress

I’ve remembered to remind Mrs. Lion to select panties for me every morning. She’s provided one every day. Today, I’m wearing a blue, silky thong. It fits very well and fully covers my bathing suit parts. She’s written that she didn’t intend to have me in panties every day. I’m not going to complain if I don’t. I’m obligated to remind her. She can thank me and let me go commando if she wants. I don’t think I need to be in female underwear every day. I do think that I need to be in panties several days a week to remind me of my role.

On the other hand, what we’re doing now seems to be working. Mrs. Lion is much more observant and ready to spank me when I slip up. Wearing the panties is still exciting to me because it’s such an obvious symbol of her power. Maybe I do need to wear them every day.

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I was trying to talk myself into getting up to punish Lion when he said he wanted Chinese food. Our local Chinese restaurant closed a while back. We haven’t found another one that we like. I was searching online when he said he could go for some pho. Nope. Not Chinese. However, the restaurant we go to has some Chinese dishes. I’ve had pho. I wouldn’t go out of my way for it, but it’s okay.

Lion wondered if I was punishing him before we went out. I didn’t really want to drag out the spanking bench at that point. I figured I’d push it off till today. I realized when we came home that he hadn’t set up the coffee pot. I was giving him a pass on that. He used the treadmill, so I guess I was in a generous mood. He’ll still get the original ten-minute punishment. That is unless he does something else in the meantime.

He did mention something about getting out of his punishment. He might have gotten out of it last night, but he only delayed it. If I’d spanked him before we went out to eat, he wouldn’t have been able to sit comfortably. While that’s usually the idea, I wanted him to enjoy his meal. Tonight, he’ll find it hard to sit even in bed, but I’m not concerned with his enjoying his meal. We’re making stew today, but we likely won’t eat it tonight. It’s better the next day. Tonight, we’ll probably eat some diet food. The bar is set pretty low for enjoying that.

It’s been raining hard here today. It’s not the usual rain. These are downpours that come and go. “It’s a cell going through,” Lion will tell me. I know how it works. I also know we’ve had 1.32 inches, according to our weather station. It started the tally at midnight. Twelve hours to get 1.32 inches. We have a wind advisory too. Good thing I don’t need to go outside to spank Lion. I can do it right from the comfort (mine, not his) of home.

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In: Domestic discipline, Male Chastity

I did it again. I sent Mrs. Lion her daily email a few minutes after noon. She replied:

Ooooo so sorry, but you’re 11 minutes late with your email. Yes, for once I was watching. I guess you have sore buns in your future 😁

KISS

Today (Friday) is the first day that I’m pain free when I sit down. Yes, I have it coming. I’m glad that Mrs. Lion is on the ball. I guess the new focus on communication–verbal and with Mrs. Lion’s paddles–is working. This is good news for both of us. I think there’s a lesson in this. The old saw about use it or lose it applies when it comes to male chastity and domestic discipline. Neither is a natural part of a marriage. They’re both interesting kinks.

I’ve been thinking about this in terms of domestic discipline. If there were a tradition of wives spanking husbands that went back for generations, there would be no need for “Just Because” spankings or other artificial reasons to get out the paddles. We would have learned from our parents that domestic discipline is a normal part of life. The Christian sects that follow domestic discipline (wives are spanked by their husbands) have a generations-long tradition of doing this. Children grow up in households where their fathers spank their mothers and them as well. Spanking is a normal part of life. Boys and girls grow up expecting to carry on the tradition. There is no need to create artificial situations for punishment. It’s ingrained.

The rest of us don’t come from a tradition of adults being spanked. We have to develop habits ourselves. Mrs. Lion and I have spent the better part of a decade working on this. So far, we haven’t made domestic discipline a habit that doesn’t require maintenance. We need to find ways to keep Mrs. Lion’s paddles busy, or we will slip back into apathy.

One way to look at this is to consider that domestic discipline doesn’t really work for us. If it did, you might argue, we wouldn’t need to find ways to make sure I get spanked on a regular basis. The assumption behind that is we will adopt and maintain something without the need for artifice if we truly wanted it. I don’t think that’s correct.

Domestic discipline is no different than physical fitness or a good diet. Most of us need to work hard to build the habits that let us pursue those things consistently. We’ve learned that even though we both agree domestic discipline is right for us, it doesn’t mean that we will practice it consistently without help.

If there were local domestic discipline clubs (like the Christian churches that practice DD) we could join, then attending the meetings would help us keep DD alive. Since we’re on our own, we must find our own way. We’ve managed to do that with a combination of Just Because spankings and some BDSM activities. The Just Because spankings started to fail us. Mrs. Lion forgot to administer them. When we added the unrelated BDSM panty-wearing, it helped keep us both more aware of our disciplinary relationship. It works for us. Your results may be different.

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For the first time in a long time, I remembered to check for Lion’s morning email. By 11:30, there was nothing. At 12:13, there it was. Unfortunately, the time said 12:11. I sent him back a reply that said his buns would be getting sore for being late. Poor Lion.

What prompted me to think about the email, was Lion’s use (or non-use) of the treadmill. He’s used it once since I reinstated the rule. I didn’t expect him to use it every day. At least, not at first. The second day, he said he’d skip. Then he was waiting for me to set up the new floor lamp so he can see the controls better. Then he was busy with some website maneuvering. I reminded him today at lunch. He said he’d use it later. Uh huh. I hope he realizes that he’s on the verge of another punishment. If his buns aren’t on the treadmill by tomorrow, they’ll be on the spanking bench. Again. And that’s being generous. By rights, I should add five minutes to today’s spanking if he doesn’t get on there today. Sometimes I’m too nice.

I do wonder if it would have more impact (no pun intended) for him if I added time or if I punished him two days in a row. Does he want to suck it up for five more minutes? Or does he want to get whomped for ten minutes on a sore bottom? I think I’d opt for the added time. If I’m in pain, I’d rather get it over with all at once. Of course, that’s assuming I got a choice.

When I waxed him the other day, he had a few sore spots. Of course, I gave him a few swats just because I can. Nothing hard. And then I made sure to poke those sore spots a few times. Just because I can. I didn’t really need to remind him he was sore. He had a very hard time even being in the soft bed after his punishment. Moral of the story: don’t piss of you lioness.

Remember that, my pet. I’ve got my eye on you.