a lion wearing panties

This morning, before Mrs. Lion started work, I reminded her to select panties for me. She picked a black pair with a semi-open front and some lace elsewhere. I don’t like wearing them. The lace is rough and irritating. I asked her to switch, and she gave me a soft thong instead. It’s much more comfortable. It’s made of a silky fabric that feels nice against my cock and balls. I don’t mind the back strap in my crack. I barely feel it. Thongs and G-strings seem to fit me better than women’s bikini panties. Enough with the underwear report.

Mrs. Lion read my post from yesterday (“Free Food, Panties, And Probably Another Spanking Very Soon“) and agreed that things do go better between us when she is actively in charge. I think she liked the idea of spanking me without needing a pretense. I don’t think that will change the value of disciplinary spankings. I am certainly smart enough to understand the difference. I hope Mrs. Lion will be as strict in her no-pretense spankings as when she punishes me. Speaking of that, it’s been three days since my last spanking, and I still have two sore spots.

We both do better when things are consistent. If we don’t keep things up on a regular basis, we tend to forget about them. That’s why Mrs. Lion made her panty-reminder rule. She said that she wants to have me remind her every day until it becomes a habit for her to put me in panties every morning. It isn’t that I have a strong panty fetish. It’s just that this is something that is humiliating to me and fun for my lioness.

The same is true for spanking. She hasn’t told me to ask her to spank me. I assume that she has a plan for frequent paddling sessions. Who knows, maybe she plans mouth soaping too. As I recall, she enjoyed that unpleasant (for me) activity.

a lion on a treadmill

Lion likes to be humiliated by wearing panties. It doesn’t necessarily have to be panties. I can paint his toenails, and it has a similar effect. The panties, obviously, are harder for him to ignore. He’s been asking me every day if I want him to wear them. There’s no way I’ll remember to tell him without some prompting, so I told him to remind me every day and eventually, it will seep into my thick skull, and I’ll remember on my own.

Along those same lines, Lion has been talking about using the treadmill. I even made a rule that he has to use it at least once a week. I never followed through. However, I told him yesterday that he should use the treadmill during my lunch, while I’m doing some chores, or when I am done with work and doing more chores. He does well with a schedule. I’m not saying he has to do it every day. I’m just trying to get his rear in gear and remind him until it seeps into his thick skull.

He’s looking forward to his next spanking. I shouldn’t say that. He’s looking forward to the idea of his next spanking. I’ve agreed to do more even if he hasn’t done anything wrong. I know he wants sex tonight, but maybe I’ll give his buns something to think about during sex. He did annoy me Friday night into Saturday.

I made plans to see a friend I haven’t seen in at least three years. I told Lion I was seeing her Saturday. Then I told him she had something she needed help with. Friday night, we finalized the plans. Lion got upset because I had told him I wasn’t going. I never said that. He wanted to go to the casino. Pout, pout, pout. You know how I know he was pouting? When I put his eye drops in, I give him two kisses. There was no pucker. I could have kissed the back of my hand and gotten more reaction. Then, we usually say “you mean everything to me” or “I love you more than anything” before we go to sleep. When I said, “I love you more than anything,” he said, “I love you.” More than anything? Apparently not.

Saturday morning, the no-pucker kisses continued. He tried telling me that my friend wasn’t a good friend because she said she’d help us move and then didn’t. She has cysts in her liver that act up every so often and she could barely stand up. She was also a bad friend, according to Lion, because she hasn’t tried to get together for three years. We keep talking about it. This is the first time the stars have aligned.

I thought I had appeased him by promising to be home at 4, but when I called to say I was on the way, he sounded like it was a surprise that I’d come home at all. Again, I ended the call with “I love you” and was met with the silence of the call ending. [Lion — She called AT four to say she was on the way. She got home at about 4:20. No big deal but why I was grumpy.]

Not surprisingly, once we went to the casino, he was a happy camper. We were doing what he wanted to do. All was right with the world. Well, guess what? I’m allowed to do things I want to do, too. And without being made to feel guilty about it. I think that deserves a spanking. Ten minutes? I was so annoyed on Saturday I might have spanked him until my arm fell off, but I think ten minutes will do.

I was alone most of Saturday. Mrs. Lion was off visiting a friend. She promised to be home by four so we could go to the casino for some slots and dinner. Waiting for her at the front door were a couple of packages. One contained some new thongs for me.

We examined them, and Mrs. Lion selected a pair for me to wear to the casino. It was more of a bikini brief. It felt fine to wear, though a little embarrassing. The legs and waist were trimmed with lace. I hoped no one would see me in the men’s room when I had to pee.

There was an hour’s wait at the sushi restaurant in the casino. We played a nearby slot until the restaurant paged us. When they did, and we went to the host stand, we were told that we were paged by accident. No table was available. They offered to seat us at the sushi bar and give us a fifty-dollar credit. Free food! Of course, we accepted. Mrs. Lion joked that I never turn down free food. Duh!

In addition to the panties, the jeans I ordered from Lands End arrived on Saturday, too. To my surprise and delight, they were baggy and too big. Wow, that was the first concrete sign my diet was working. I set up a return, and Lands End is replacing them with the smaller size.

We ended up losing (of course) at the slots but got a nearly free meal. Maybe it wasn’t exactly a fair trade, but we had a good time and an evening out. On Sunday morning, I asked Mrs. Lion if she wanted me to remind her to put me in panties. She said that was a good idea.I guess that’s a new rule: remind her to put me in panties, or I get spanked. Fair enough.

On Sunday my buns were still a little sore. Mrs. Lion smiled when I told her. We talked a little about the recent spanking and panty-wearing. It seems to me that we are talking and touching more. The spanking has the most value, I think. It energizes both of us in different ways, of course. Being spanked makes me more interested in sex and play. It makes Mrs. Lion more aware of her role. I half-joked that my bottom was going to be permanently sore. Mrs. Lion agreed.

I’m fine with that. No, I don’t like being spanked. But I can’t deny that the combination of authority and punishment are things I need. It has nothing to do with curing behavioral problems. I just need it on a very regular basis. I’ve decided not to cover up this need with blather about disciplinary control, etc. Sure, there are things I need to correct. We all have stuff we can do better. And yes, being spanked for behavioral issues is certainly helpful.

I think it’s hypocritical and a little silly to focus on behavioral issues. Let’s face it, serious problems are not solved by domestic discipline. A wife is not likely to want to spank her husband if he is unpleasant to live with. I don’t think most women believe that spanking their husbands is the way to cure drinking problems, for example. Like male chastity, domestic discipline (male being disciplined) is almost exclusively requested by the man who wants to be punished.

I asked Mrs. Lion to punish me as needed. She and I selected spanking as the appropriate penalty. It’s that simple. There are other punishments that I would hate much more, but they won’t have the same effect as spanking has on both of us. Spanking is an odd combination of intimacy and raw power. Even though Mrs. Lion doesn’t have to touch me, the act of spanking is a close, physical connection. I think it’s emotional too. She knows that she is hurting me. I know that she is doing it because I need it. She knows that, too. It brings us closer.

Once we both acknowledge what is happening, we can work on improving our approach. Now that we have agreed that the combination of BDSM, domestic discipline, and frequent spankings improve our marriage, we can proceed without the pretense that we need offenses to provoke a spanking. Yes, I will still be punished for breaking a rule or annoying Mrs. Lion, but behaving will not mean my bottom won’t be bruised. I think this approach is cleaner. It doesn’t put pressure on Mrs. Lion to invent rules. Of course, she can, and I encourage it. I can expect my bottom tanned very regularly. How often is to be determined. Spanking me is good exercise for her. I may find out how it feels to be spanked every day for a while.

In an effort to return fun to our power exchange, I ordered some rather humiliating panties in my size. I know that Mrs. Lion sometimes enjoys having me wear panties just because she knows it embarrasses me to wear them. It turns me on when she does things like this that are a bit humiliating. I can’t explain it; I’m just wired this way. The reason it’s fun for her is more complicated.

Mrs. Lion likes games. She enjoys catching me breaking the rules. I’m not talking about the more serious offenses like interrupting or upsetting her. She has trouble punishing me for things like that. However, she likes being able to catch me breaking less emotionally loaded rules like forgetting to make the coffee or not sending her an email. It amuses her to catch me breaking them. I know she doesn’t get aroused by spanking me, but she does enjoy seeing my reaction when I realize I will be paddled. She also likes reminding me that I want her to do this.

Panties fit in this category, too. She likes reminding me that I asked her to make me wear them. I look silly and they aren’t very comfortable to wear. If I’m wearing panties, I cannot pretend she isn’t in cntrol. That’s what I reall want. I like feeling her exercise control. Spanking me is another powerful expression of her control.

In a post the other day she wrote,

“Even Lion can’t explain why he wants to be punished. Well, spanked. What makes that appealing to him? Is it my power over him?  He could get that in less painful ways. Is it the pain? He swears he’s not a masochist. I know he likes the idea of being spanked. He just doesn’t like the actual spanking. Maybe it’s not the pain then.”

Interesting point. What less painful ways was Mrs. Lion thinking about? She never told me. I am certainly open to them in addition to the spanking. She’s absolutely right that it is her power over me. The panties are an effort I’ve made to encourage her to demonstrate that power.

The problem is that she got out of the habit of demonstrating her power. It’s extra work for her. I don’t think that’s the reason she’s basically stopped. I think she got out of the habit. Mrs. Lion knows that I need her to make liberal use of her power on a frequent basis. It doesn’t have to be painful, but it can be, and I’ll welcome it.

So far it’s been my ideas: panties, Spankardy, anal play, and spanking. I’m sure she can come up with her own. Based on the quote from her post, she understands what I need. Catch and punish work well for both of us. We need easy-to-break rules to facilitate that. How she chooses to punish might challenge her creativity.

we are doing two things that look the same but are very different

So far, the lighter side of our power exchange looks exactly the same as the more serious part. The punishments are the same for failing to send an email or annoying my lioness. That’s because I suggested that all offenses be treated with the same degree of seriousness. I made that suggestion because we discovered that it was impossible to spank effectively and at the same time, spank less for lighter offenses. So, all offenses get ten minutes of intense spanking. If I break two rules in a day, the spanking is extended for another five minutes.

This has served us well, but it hasn’t given Mrs. Lion the flexibility she wants. I’m all in favor of giving her that opportunity. My ask is that she demonstrate her power much more frequently. I do want her to spank me. That’s proven effective and also satisfies a deep need. That doesn’t rule out other options. I welcome any that she would like to exercise.

Just as I suggested taking the hour after work to catch up on household stuff, maybe consciously setting time aside for exercising her power each day might be fun for both of us. I know that Mrs. Lion can be very creative when she sets her mind to it.