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I’ve toyed with the idea of getting a sign for our yard that says “Clothing Optional”. There have been a few UPS guys and at least one mailman who have gotten an impromptu peep show while delivering packages.

Lion doesn’t know why I’m naked at home. We’ve had this discussion before. When I get home from work I get out of my work clothes. Unless we’re going out, I either stay naked or grab an old T shirt. Ooooohhhh, sexy. An old T shirt. Yup. And there are usually a bunch of holes in it. I also usually leave my undies on if I have a T shirt on. But why naked at all?

The main reason is that I don’t have a lot of clothes so I don’t want to get redressed and dirty up clothes that don’t need to be dirtied up. I don’t have pajamas because we don’t wear pajamas to bed. The other reason is that I get hot. Sometimes even being naked and wearing slippers is too much for me. If I have a T shirt on it’s intolerable.

I’ll find some clothes that won’t be too hot. I’m not sure what Lion is looking for in terms of clothes for me. Do the T shirts work? If I wear shorts with T shirts, does that work? Clearly we’ll need to have a discussion.

As far as the kitchen spankings are concerned, I only remember maybe three or four times I swatted him in the kitchen. That doesn’t seem like enough to have made an impression on him, but apparently it did. There’s no reason I can’t swat him in the kitchen more often. Assuming he does something to warrant it while he’s in that vicinity, of course. Not that I want Lion to purposely do something in the kitchen to get a kitchen spanking. That would be willful disobedience and require more than a kitchen spanking.

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As I’ve mentioned before, the first rule I was given long before we even lived together, is that I be naked when at home. I’ve faithfully followed this rule any place where we are alone. That also goes for our trailer. I’m naked whenever we are inside.

Over the years, I’ve noticed that Mrs. Lion almost always undresses when she gets home from work. She’s nude as much as I am. This always puzzles me. She wasn’t a nudist when we met or were first together. Now, at least at home, she usually is.

On this trip, however, she’s remained dressed except at bedtime. A big reason, she says, is that she takes the dog out and it is more convenient to remain clothed. Whatever the reason, I really love that she is dressed and I’m not. The contrast between my nudity and her being clothed sets up a contrast that enhances my feeling of submission. When we are both naked, there is a feeling of equality.

I know that other guys like CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male). The main reason I suggested the nudity rule was that I like the contrast. Another reason is that I thought it would keep my bottom available for discipline when needed. That hasn’t turned out to be very useful. I’m almost never spanked on the spot.

Years ago, when Mrs. Lion kept her clothes on, the kitchen paddle got frequent use. I don’t think it’s been used more than once in the last five years. Spanking has become a late evening ritual after Mrs. Lion’s shower. It rarely occurs before 9PM.

I’m not complaining; not exactly. I’m a little nostalgic for those kitchen spankings. They hurt like hell, but reinforced my vulnerability. I think that’s also what attracts me so much to CFNM; I’m vulnerable.

All this is internal. I’m not sure Mrs. Lion even realizes these changes. These are the sort of things that happens to everyone. You could attribute Mrs. Lion’s nudity to entropy. I think we are subject to this force. The lack of impromptu spankings, while not entropy, may just be force of habit. Work days are hard. The last thing a tired lioness wants to think about is spanking her lion. She wants dinner and a chance to veg out.

That’s reasonable. I understand. Black and white blend to grey. I think that I am very lucky that our power exchange lives on. If the only cost is mutual nudity and loss of unscheduled spankings, I think we are doing very well. It’s just funny how a vacation trip when the contrasts return can trigger such a strong response in me.

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(Saturday morning) We spent yesterday traveling to our vacation destination. It’s hot, desert here. There are irrigated orchards with pears, apricots, cherries and peaches. Apricots are plentiful now with peaches coming in. I love to go to fruit stands and get fresh-picked fruit. That’s on our agenda today.

Enough of the ‘fruit report. I admit it; I really love fresh fruit. We tried to aim the satellite dish yesterday. We had no success. We were both hot, tired, and grumpy by dinner time. We ate at a dive that has great food. We returned to the trailer. I managed to get some cocktail sauce on my shirt. Mrs. Lion directed me to change my Apple watch face to Minnie Mouse. That’s our reminder I am going to be punished.

After we showered and watched a bunch of “Becker” episodes. Then we went to bed. We snuggled for a while. Mrs. Lion tried to get me hard. No go. She did casually mention that she has a bar of soap with her. That is, I think, a coming attraction for tonight.

There are several pairs of frilly panties in my underwear drawer. As of now, that’s where they remain. Last night, Mrs. Lion said that today I will be in nice soft panties. I’m naked right now. Mrs. Lion is writing her post. We will be going out soon. I expect I won’t be wearing my usual underwear.

When you think about it, a lot of things seem to be changing for me. I’m back in my chastity device (it’s off for this trip). Mrs. Lion is punishing much more effectively. Her new spanking style is way stricter. She is giving me punishment “deserts’ that range from mouth soaping to corner time or both. And now she is dressing me in panties, bras, and other frilly stuff. I wonder if in the near future that panties will be my only underwear. That is oddly arousing for me.

We are going shopping today for a stool. This will be my punishment stool. Instead of standing in the corner, I will be sitting on the stool. The seat will be covered with 3M anti-slip tape. This tape is like super coarse sandpaper. The grit is very sharp and very big. I can only imagine how it will feel on my freshly spanked bottom. Julie suggested that Mrs. Lion whip the top of my thighs with a crop to get me moving to better feel the grit.

I’m impatient for Mrs. Lion to begin with the underwear. It’s not that I exactly look forward to it. It’s just that the feeling is like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I know things are going to happen to me. The anticipation is, in some ways, worse than the reality.

It looks like Mrs. Lion is nearly done writing. I’m sure she’s already let you know what she did yesterday. I’m about to start finding out. (Saturday, Lunchtime) We just left WalMart. Mrs. Lion tarried a long time over the pegboard full of panties. She selected seven pairs of panties. I think she judged which ones she wanted to buy based on the look on my face when she held them up for me to see. We self-checked out, so no salesgirl to look at me in a funny way.We also bought a wooden stool for punishment time.

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lion's new red panties
Lion modeling his new, red, frilly panties. Be looks sexy. [Lion –  Rolling  Eyes]
When Lion got home from work yesterday he told me he had good news and bad news. The good news was that his tendon is healed. Now, I assume, the weight bearing exercises can begin and he can work his way up to normal eventually. The bad news was that his “punishment” shirt and a few of the items I ordered arrived. He tried on the shirt and, much to his chagrin, it fits. I responded that there is worse news. After he’d picked up my package from the post office box, the other package had been delivered. I offered to pick it up on the way home. He hated the idea.

The maore I thought about it, the more convinced I was that I should leave that last package right where it is. Why not give Lion something to look forward to when we’re back from our trip? How many new things does a man need in one day? It’s an embarrassment of riches. Well, an embarrassment anyway. We’ll just get that package when we get back and Lion can model it for me then. I’m not sure if it was the arrival of his pink shirt or what, but Lion remembered to remind me of punishment day. I can’t promise him that I’ll always take such swift action as I did last night when he spilled the hot fudge. For now we’ll keep punishment nights on Mondays and Thursdays. If I forget about a transgression we can take care of it then.

The other day Lion suggested some piece of jewelry, perhaps an anklet, that he can wear when the pink punishment shirt isn’t feasible. It’s not that he’s not allowed to wear a pink t-shirt to work. It just wouldn’t be a good idea. Yesterday I came up with a different idea. He can change to face of his watch to a picture so every time he sees it he knows he’s in for a punishment. Maybe a picture of a paddle. Maybe a bar of soap. I haven’t ironed out all the details but I think it might work better than an anklet. It’s also something that I could have him change in the middle of the day if he does something annoying when we aren’t together. “What do you mean you ordered X for some expensive price? Put the picture of the paddle on your watch and I’ll deal with you later!” Anything to keep him on his toes.