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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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In: Humiliation, Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment

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.

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I wasn’t feeling well last night. I was trying to concentrate on feeling better and didn’t anticipate any Lion play. Lion was disappointed because he wanted Lioness play. Maybe tonight.
Eventually we had some ice cream with hot fudge. Hot fudge is always good to cure what ails you. That’s my theory at least.

Unfortunately, Lion dropped some hot fudge on his shirt. He’d made it quite a few days without requiring punishment. Oh well.When I’d gotten the ice cream bowls out of the way I chose a paddle for Lion’s swats. He made a face when I told him to roll over. I was debating whether this should be a short punishment since his only crime was spilling hot fudge. No big deal really. But then I decided I couldn’t go easy on him. He keeps commenting that I stopped too soon. Even though I think the punishment should fit the crime and a small offense should have a small punishment, I can’t not give him a long spanking.

I started out slowly and built up as his buns got rosy. Every so often I slipped in a harder swat or two. Sometimes more than two. Then I flipped the paddle over. I’d chosen the tenderizer paddle. One side is flat. The other side has raised diamond shapes like on a meat tenderizer. I swatted lightly at first and built up to harder swats. Eventually he had little dots of blood on one of his cheeks. I flipped the paddle back to the flat side and continued.

Lion whimpered and asked me to stop a few times. He tried to get away and I waited for him to roll back. Once he rolled so far I was able to tap his balls with the paddle. If he doesn’t want his butt swatted anymore, perhaps he’d like his balls swatted. He didn’t. I didn’t think he would.

I swatted far longer than I normally would have. I’m sure he’ll still say I stopped too soon. I knew his butt had to be on fire. When I put the paddle away, I closed the bedroom door and invited him to stand in the corner. I didn’t tell him how long he’d be there. I only told him that his buns were very rosy and one cheek had droplets of blood on it.

I’m really not sure how long he stood in the corner. I don’t think it was much more than five minutes. Maybe not even five minutes. When I decided he’d been there long enough I rubbed his sore butt and told him he could leave the corner. He said he hated the corner. It was boring, his legs hurt and he couldn’t help but feel every inch of his sore butt.

When we were in bed he said he was a poor Lion. I’d really hit him hard and his butt was sore. I told him I’d only given him love taps. He snorted. It’s true. If I didn’t love him I never would have swatted his butt for him. He couldn’t really argue with that.

Then I suggested getting a stool so he didn’t have to stand in the corner after a spanking. However, the stool would be covered in the rough tread tape we have so, while his legs would have a break, his sore tush would be even more uncomfortable. Everything has its price.

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In: 2.0, Female led relationship with discipline, Lion's Journal, Punishment

spanked lionSince Mrs. Lion has been “warming” me up, our spankings that once numbered in less than ten swats are now up in the hundreds. It’s true that the majority are rather mild, but Mrs. Lion builds up nicely as things go on. She spanked me on Saturday night. I had interrupted and had been snarky once. She began with light taps, building quickly to swats I could truly feel. As her spanking got more intense, I kicked my feet and begged her to stop. I asked her what I had done wrong. She told me and then resumed hitting my butt.

I begged her to stop and promised never to do it again (yeah sure). She kept on swatting. I tried to turn over and got a hard look. I turned back on my stomach. A few more swats and she stopped. I was actually sorry she stopped. I think we were getting into the territory when I would actually feel the catharsis I’ve heard about.  She said she saw a bruise come up and decided I had enough. I am crazy to say this, but I hadn’t.

On Saturday, when we started the spanking, we tried with me over her lap. She sat on the bed and I was positioned on the bed so my butt was over her lap. She had to lean back a bit to accommodate me. When she started spanking me, it felt completely different. It was more intimate, somehow more intense and personal. It was humiliating. I don’t get any of those feelings when I lie flat on the bed, with Mrs. Lion standing over me. I didn’t expect that.

Unfortunately, her leaning-back position was uncomfortable for her. We went back to me lying flat on the bed. I suggested we could try the couch next time. Mrs. Lion was naked when she spanked me. I wonder how it would feel if she were dressed? She used her hairbrush paddle. That is a super effective tool. She also spread my cheeks and spanked inside my crack. This was a great addition. I think she needs to do more of it to get a lasting reaction from me.

None of this means she isn’t doing a great job. If anything, it means she is doing so well, I’m ready to try to go to the next level. Maybe we are off the punishment plateau.

Yesterday was our first serious foray into humiliation play. I spent the day in a pair of frilly panties. When she remembered, Mrs. Lion reminded me of what I was wearing under my jeans. I was surprised to discover how comfortable the panties are to wear.

This is very new to both of us. Mrs. Lion is starting to get her head wrapped around it. I am too. It seems to me there are two components to this activity. The first, of course, is to make me wear feminine clothing. The second, and perhaps more important, is to tell me how cute I am as a girl. This component, I think, is difficult for Mrs. Lion. The same sort of thing is largely missing from spankings; telling me I am a naughty boy/girl and treating me as a child.

Humiliation play and discipline are both psychological and physical. Both, in different ways, establish the power of the top. They also assert ownership. This aspect isn’t necessarily obvious. Punishment, in my view, should be both painful and humiliating A sore bottom does make a point. A sore bottom and a soapy mouth drives it home. A sore bottom, soapy mouth and a scolding and forced promises to be good, adds the psychological humiliation that emphasizes the power that Mrs. Lion has.

I’m not suggesting I always get my mouth soaped. It probably should have been on Saturday. I am suggesting that I need something after the spanking to force me to consider what I have done. Generally, I get spanked and then turn on the TV and the evening goes on. My focus is only briefly aimed at my misdeeds.

Forced cross dressing, for me at least, is a way to make sure I know who is in charge. I’m never going to learn to like wearing female clothing. If, for example, I am always required to wear panties, I will forget they are there until I need to go to the men’s room. I have to unbutton and zip down the fly to make room to get my cage and balls out. There is a danger of discovery. If I am wearing panties, they will be very visible, especially if they are pink or some other color associated with female undies. That can never feel routine for me. I’ve had the fantasy that one morning I will open my underwear drawer and find my regular underpants are gone and panties there instead. Or, I find all my underwear missing and a pair of panties spread out on the bed.

We have both characterized the next version of my lioness as 2.0. She has always been attributed with the ability to spank to tears and do things to me without regard for my enjoyment of the activities. 2.0 is a strict dominant. One thing we never discussed was how 2.0 would talk to me; how she would use words to reinforce her domination. I don’t think Mrs. Lion and I have talked much about this at all. It’s come up after I read a post by a dominant female who “scolds” and uses some demeaning terms to put her submissive male in his place. It’s never been anything 2.0 would do.

Part of the reason this has never come up is that I’ve failed to bring it up. It isn’t that I haven’t thought about, even fantasized about Mrs. Lion treating me this way. I have. It also scares me. It will, I think, force me to understand my new role. It’s the same thing with cross dressing. I’m taken out of my normal comfort zone and forced to live in another one created by my lioness. I am not easy to tame. I know it is best if I am submissive and obedient and recognize my role. But I don’t want to do it. I have to be trained. I’ve asked for this because it is the right thing for me. It isn’t necessarily what I want. I have to be taught.