Saturday Morning In Wenatchee


These aren’t the exact panties Mrs. Lion bought me. Most of hers expose my buns more.

(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 Think Lion Likes Panties

“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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