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Lion’s panty shopping was a success. With no input from any salesperson we found seven new panties for him. Lacy thongs and sheer bikinis. Lion is not happy about any of them. I should note that Lion supplied the size conversion so we knew what size ladies panties we should get. I would have been clueless otherwise.

It’s interesting to me that he suggests these things and then makes faces and groans when I actually do them. At the very least it sends mixed signals. But I guess that’s all part of the fantasy.

Lion had a few punishments coming to him from Friday and yesterday. He asked if Saturday’s punishment would be pushed to Sunday. I suggested that I do a combined dessert to take care of all his punishments. I also suggested that we try OTK spanking to see if we can figure out how to make it work.

I sat on the couch and he laid across me. It was easier to reach him and it wasn’t difficult to support him. I thought I was hitting him hard. I was using a wooden spoon with tread tape on it. His buns seemed to be getting red. He was asking me to stop.

I had him sit on the stool afterwards and stuck some soap in his mouth. He was sitting for about twenty minutes. By the time I took the soap out, Lion’s mouth was burning. The soap was in too long. We’ll need to experiment with the time. And I want to look for a soap that isn’t as harsh. Lion insists the soap should be somewhat harsh. I can’t win.

He also said I didn’t really hit him very hard. He thinks the wooden spoon is not able to cause much pain. Later, though, he changed that tune. His butt did hurt.

The other thing he brought up was whether or not it made me feel like his mommy was spanking him. Nope. He said he doesn’t feel like I’m his mommy either. Then he wondered, if I think of him as a toddler/child, shouldn’t that make me feel like his mommy. Maybe he should call me mommy. Nope. I don’t want that. He doesn’t either. He asked what I think about when I spank him? I think about where my swats are landing and if I’m doing it right.

All this proves is that we’ve still got a lot of work to do in the punishment department. What does it mean to me? What does it mean to him? We’re still a work in progress.

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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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“I thought you were going to make me wear panties.” This was a few hours after we got things set up at the campsite. Because I hadn’t made him wear panties on the way here and because I wasn’t making him put them on before we went to dinner, apparently I wasn’t going to make him wear them all weekend. I had him bring his manties and his new red thong, fringed panties. Just because I didn’t make him wear them one day doesn’t mean he won’t wear them at some point.

As a matter of fact, in bed he said he has a sore spot on my weenie. I told him I knew what would cure him. A nice satiny pair of panties would feel good against his sore spot. He’s wild, but he wore the training collar. I told him he doesn’t even need to wear the training collar with his panties. Am I a saint or what?

At lunch, Lion spilled some ketchup on his shirt. He was lamenting his impending punishment. I handed him a Tide stain stick. If the stain isn’t there when I look for it, it never happened. He thought he was in the clear. At dinner, I noticed ketchup in a different spot. So Lion was, in fact, in trouble. We were just too tired to do anything about it last night.

I decided he’ll get his punishment today. That gives him more time to dread it and me more time to plan it. In the meantime, we’ll try again to fix the satellite and go shopping. Perhaps we’ll swing through the lingerie section of WalMart to see if there are any sexy Lion panties. Then we’ll see how much he complains about not wearing panties. Poor Lion. He just needs to be more careful.

Addendum: Success! We found seven new pairs of Lion panties. He grumbled and sighed the whole time we were looking. With the occasional,”Ew!” thrown in for good measure. We’ll post pictures as soon as we can.

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lion in panties: front and back view
Lion modeling his green, frilly panties. He has cute roses and frills both front and back. The front view outlines the lock on his plastic cage and nicely shows his balls. His butt is cute with the frill going across Such a pretty little thing. (click image for full-size view)

I admit it. I forget Lion is wearing his frilly panties when he’s got clothes on. However, I thought of it when we were messing around with the satellite for the camper and told him I knew why we were having so much trouble. The satellite knows he has a frilly butt. He said that made perfect sense. What self-respecting satellite would want to work for a man in frilly panties?

As you can see from the pictures, Lion’s panties have roses on the front and frills across the back. He has a green pair and a pink pair. When I said I thought we had enough sexy lingerie for him, he said he still needs a bra. Apparently, he said, a bra is important. It’s easy to forget that frilly panties are frilly and not just regular underwear. There’s no way to forget a bra is a bra. Fair enough. The bra search continues. I was looking this morning but so far nothing has jumped out and said, “You must buy this for Lion.” It can’t be too plain. It needs a certain amount of lace or sheerness. It doesn’t have to match his panties. It can be any color although I’d prefer pink or purple just because those seem more feminine. I’ll know it when I see it.

When we got home from running errands and Lion was in the bathroom, I was checking out his panties. The cage makes an non-organic bulge in the front. The square of the lock is certainly a giveaway that he’s not alone in his panties. I like the way the lacy frills run across his butt. Anything to draw my eye to his buns is A-Okay with me. And as I was checking him out, I noticed something amusing. Lion was checking himself out. He looked at the roses on the front, turned a bit, and then looked again. I wonder if he thinks he’s sexy in his frilly panties.