All Hail The Red, Black And Blue
I didn’t really remember what panties I had, but sure enough there was a pair of hip-hugging, pink panties. We bought them at WalMart on Saturday. I put them on, but they kept sliding down. I have very narrow hips and there isn’t anything there to hold them up. I suggested a thong would stay up better. That’s because they move into my ass crack and that holds them up. Mrs. Lion was agreeable, so I am wearing a sparkly blue thong trimmed in black.
I forgot I was wearing women’s undies until we stopped and I had to pee. When I opened my pants and reached inside, I was greeted by a small, satin pouch. “Oh crap! I’m wearing that thong,” I thought. It wasn’t a problem for me, just a surprise. When we got home, while I was undressing, Mrs. Lion yelled from the other room, “Leave your panties on!”
Here I sit wearing nothing but a sparkly, blue thong with black trim from WalMart. How fashionable!
On the way home, we discussed the new spanking stool. Mrs. Lion wants us to get another so we have one in the camper and another at home. It’s clearly a lioness winner. The anti-skid tape we put on the seat isn’t really all that scratchy to sit on. Mrs. Lion thinks we need very coarse sandpaper with, sharp gravel-like abrasive on it. We will shop for it this week. Meantime, she likes corner time for me sitting on the stool. It’s a very boring post-spanking ritual that others incorporate as well.
We’ve learned some very useful things from Julie. It’s too bad she is so far away. She has a lot more experience with discipline than we have. Mrs. Lion is becoming quite expert herself. I got an over-the-knee spanking this weekend. It does feel different from just lying on the bed and getting swatted. I felt more restrained. It was much more intimate. I could feel Mrs. Lion’s body heat. It was totally different from any play spanking I ever received or, for that matter gave. It was easy for her to spread my cheeks and pay attention to the tender flesh of my butt crack. She seemed much more in control.
Something else we learned from Julie is technique. My spankings used to be over in a minute or two. There were four-to-seven very hard swats before I could take any more. Then it was all over. Now, with Mrs. Lion providing warmup swats (which also hurt), she administers hundreds of swats covering my entire bottom and sit spot. She even did some spanking of my upper thighs. Unlike when I lay on the bed, I found it nearly impossible to clench my butt. That reduces the pain of each swat. My bottom stayed relaxed and receptive to Mrs. Lion.
There isn’t any new dialogue during my spanking. Mrs. Lion did make a point of telling me why I was being spanked. My reactions were the usual yelps and screams. Mrs. Lion isn’t comfortable being in the mommy mode and, so far, hasn’t come up with any responses she requires before she will even consider stopping. I think that spankings might go on a bit more. (I will really regret saying this). I get a nice pink color, but we haven’t reached the red, black and blue color that would most likely hurt for a day or two.
It isn’t that Mrs. Lion is at fault. It’s that we both have to progress to this point. There’s so much more to my punishment spankings. There’s our attitude, our ability to administer and receive the sufficient amount of swats. And, our approach to discipline. Let’s face it, despite what you might read on many domestic discipline websites, punishment, particularly spanking is a ritual with its own set of rules and techniques. We are just starting to work out ours.
Pink or Blue?
This morning I told Lion I wanted him in his pink hip hugger panties. When he put them on he said he might have a problem keeping them up. It was travel day for us and I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable sitting for hours in the truck. I suggested the green Manties and he said a thong might be okay. Thong it is! I told him to pick any of his new thongs and he chose the blue pair. I think all of the thongs have pretty bows and lovely lace.
Four hours later we dropped the camper of at the RV repair place to see if they can fix the satellite they broke when they repaired the roof. We both used the restroom before we left. Lion said he’d forgotten what underwear he had on until he went to the restroom and saw the bright blue thong. They must be very comfortable. *evil grin* As he was undressing at home I told him I wanted the panties on. He said he figured I did. No grumble or anything.
I’m not trying to make Lion into a sissy boy. He suggested wearing panties a long time ago. I think it’s funny when he grumbles about wearing them. He’s embarrassed and I’m the only one who sees him. I’m the only one who sees his toenails when they’re painted too. He “hates” it and that makes me smile.
Yesterday Lion asked if I’ve lost any respect for him since he’s been wearing panties. Nope. I didn’t lose any respect when he asked me to spank him for fun, nor when he asked me to stick things up his ass nor even when he asked me to lock his penis away. I thought about it for a while and decided I would probably lose respect for him if he insisted on sucking my toes or drawing a bath and bathing me, or something else like that. Now if I asked him to turn on the tub so I could finish what I was doing before I took a bath, that’s entirely different. That’s similar to asking him to take out the trash. He’d be helping me. I also think if he started calling me mommy when I spank him I would lose some respect for him. If that happens we’d have to have a long talk. I don’t want to be his mommy. I don’t want to be his mistress. I want to be his wife who’s in charge of more things and loves him enough to put up with all his suggestions that wind up causing him more trouble than he ever imagined. Silly blue-thonged Lion.
Lots Of Action
During the day we did some shopping. We went to Walmart. Mrs. Lion took me to the Ladies underwear department. I had to stand there while she took a lot of time selecting panties for me. She would hold up a pair to show me. My reaction, I think, guided her purchases. I ended up with seven pairs of panties. Four of them are thongs. The rest, have very high legs designed to expose maximum cheek. They are a combination of pink, lace, or horrid patterns. She hasn’t revealed what I am going to do with all that lingerie,
We also bought a “punishment stool”. It’s a standard, high, wood stool. We went to Home Depot and bought a roll of anti-skid tape. This is very gritty tape designed to provide steady footing on ladder rungs. The tape is extra sticky and extra gritting. When we got home, we cut the tape to completely cover the top of the stool.
After dinner, Mrs. Lion brought out a large wooden spoon. The back, hitting surface has a patch of the anti-skid tape on it. We tried over-the-knee spanking again. This time she sat on one end of the couch and I lay over her lap with my chest on the couch. It worked!
After a thorough spanking; it was at least 300 swats, Mrs. Lion put the punishment stool in the corner and told me to sit on it. I did. It bit into my tender butt. She went into the bathroom. I heard the water running. She came out. Her hands were soapy and she had her bar of bath soap. She rubbed her soapy hands through my mouth and then inserted the bar of soap. I bit down on it.
I sat there a long time. Drool dripped al the way down the front of my chest. I hated every minute of it. When it was done, Mrs. Lion said I had been in the corner for twenty minutes It was the longest twenty minutes of my life. I felt and tasted the effects for hours.
Surprisingly, the spoon turned out to be one of the milder spanking implements that Mrs. Lion uses. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt. It just didn’t hurt as much as many of her other toys. I suggested that her hairbrush-shaped paddle is the most severe paddle for OTK. Her long-handled, bloodwood paddle — it has a tiny 3-inch spanking end — is beyond doubt the meanest tools in her bag. I hate even seeing it.
After I did the best job I could rinsing out my mouth and taking a shower to get the droll washed off we relaxed and watched a movie. After the movie, we went to bed. Mrs. Lion snuggled and then got out the Magic Wand. She gave me a great orgasm. I went to sleep smiling.
We’re on our way out now. I asked her what I should wear. Would it be a thong? Maybe the yucky lace? Nope. she wants me to wear my regular underwear with the training collar. Go figure.
The Experiments Continue
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.
