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My new paddles arrived yesterday. I just had to take them out for a test drive. Not only that, but I also had to decide which paddle to use for away games. I was debating between the hairbrush and the new silicone slapper. I asked Lion which one hurt more. In a head to head taste test, he chose the hairbrush as having the most bang for the buck. Secretly, that was the one I was rooting for. And I think even if he had picked the blue one, I would have selected the hairbrush. It’s just a tiny bit smaller but, more importantly, I was worried the silicone would be likely to fold, spindle and mutilate in my bag. And it’s a little more conspicuous. Not that anyone looks in my bag, but a bright blue something is more likely to catch someone’s eye than a hairbrush-looking thing.

So I now have the accoutrements for punishing away from home. We just have to figure out the logistics. Lion likes the idea of doing it where there is a potential of being discovered. Meet me under the bleachers after fifth period. He says it adds to the humiliation. I’m not really into humiliation. Since there’s a potential for my arrest, I’d rather not have people watching me assault him. On the other hand, how many women would cheer for me as I whomp Lion, secretly wishing they could do it to their significant other? And how many men would wish they were Lion at that moment? It’s an interesting conundrum. No, this is something that needs a lot of consideration.

While we’re out and about today, Lion’s away game will be controlled by the shock collar. I’ll bring the paddle with me as a backup. I’ll start to look for possible venues for not-so-public punishment. It may be as simple as parking further out in a parking lot. I don’t know. I’ll keep my eyes open and see what we can find. The only thing I am sure about is that with Lion there will always be need for more experiments.

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On Friday night Mrs. Lion announced that since I wasn’t wearing my cage — it’s off until a bruise on my penis heals — I needed something to keep my hands away from my “weenie”. She said I would have to wear diapers yesterday. I hate that. I asked if there was something else I could do? After a moment’s thought she said that I would wear frilly panties. So, first thing yesterday morning, she went to my drawer picked the green pair, I have two, and told me to put them on.

She pointed out that I asked for this. After all, I suggested it in January 2015. I had ordered the two pairs from manties.net and as soon as they arrived and I got a good look at them, I had second thoughts and hid them before Mrs. Lion could see them. But she did as she wrote in a post. She has a good memory and 2.0 mentioned them along with diapers a couple of weeks ago. One of 2.0’s resolutions was to go back through my old posts and list all the “suggestions” I made about things she could do to me. Then, she said, she would do each and every one of them. After all, she said, I asked for them. Right? Yes, I did.

If that’s not bad enough, she also decided that she would do all those things I want so badly (her words, not mine!) her way. So far in these first weeks of 2.0, that has mean she will do them all out; no testing, just go for the gold. So far the “gold” had been my buns and genitals. It’s been less gold and more red.

I’m not complaining. I did, sometimes wishing I could take things back that I requested. The panties are an excellent case in point. Once they arrived and I got a look at them, I realized that wearing them would not be fun and certainly not arousing. So, they went in my drawer with no comment. Now that I’ve had to wear them all day and evening yesterday, I can confirm that I am not turned on wearing them or looking at me in them. Hell no! They aren’t uncomfortable at least. However, when we were shopping in a warehouse store yesterday, I needed to pee and adjust my pants. The men’s room was far from empty. I stood at a urinal and peed. Then I had to adjust my pants which required me to drop them, adjust the panties, then pull them up and buckle. There I was, exposing my lacy butt to the world; at least for a few seconds. That did not please me at all.

In retrospect, should I have gone with the diaper? It’s close, but no. I think I hate sitting in a wet diaper slightly more than running around in panties. At lest the panties are dry and clean. Lioness 2.0 is getting good at making me choose one of two unpleasant options. She also just tells me what to do without offering any choice. The atmosphere here has changed.

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My new panties

(Left) front view of pink panties, (Right) back view of green pair Lion is wearing today instead of a diaper. Fair trade?

Lion’s bruise is healing nicely now that he’s out of the cage. We think the cage impaired blood flow. With no restrictions, the dark purple-brown has been reduced to a faded brown. When Lion is in his collar, he still has a reminder on that he’s got to watch his step. Yesterday, before he left for work, he did a little happy dance that he was wild and uncollared. Last night I decided that, since he’d like to remain wild until the bruise heals completely, he’d have to be in a diaper while he’s home from the time he woke up until the time he went to bed. Same rules as last time. He has to stay in a wet diaper for an hour before he can change it. He made a face and a little while later he said, “Buh, buh, buh, diaper.” He didn’t know there was another option.

I offered an exchange. He could swap the diaper and all of its wetness for frilly panties. He gladly made the swap. A little while later he said, “Buh, buh, buh, frilly panties.” Such a funny guy. I told him they were his own fault. He could be in a wet diaper instead. He’s the one who chose the frilly panties. This morning he asked if I wanted to choose which ones he wears. I didn’t know he had more than one pair. Well, maybe I did, but I forgot. I chose a lovely green pair with little roses sewn to them. When he put them on I noticed the frills running across his butt. Very chic. And I decided that he could wear them when we go out since they will fit nicely under his jeans. Perhaps he’s rethinking the diaper decision. Too late!

When I mentioned the frill across the butt, he said he thought I didn’t like men in silly panties. I told him I don’t really like it, but the face he makes is priceless. He’s clearly uncomfortable, not from an actual “these things ride up” point of view, but from a “why the hell am I wearing frilly, lacy, froo froo panties?” point of view. Why indeed? Is someone making you wear them? Oh wait. You chose to wear them. Now the diaper, someone would have made you wear the diaper. But, no. You chose to trade the diaper for the panties. The frilly, lacy panties.

Ultimately the diapers and the frilly panties were his idea. One of his silly “you know what we could do” ideas that comes back to bite him every now and then. He has a lot of those. He wanted 2.0 to notice when he’s in uniform and wearing the collar. Well, she’s definitely noticing that frilly Lion butt. And that face he makes when I mention it.

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lion's collar and tag
Lion’s collar and tag.

I forgot Lion likes all the doggy training stuff. I really have no idea why I whistled and snapped my fingers at him the other night. Somewhere around here I think we have a dog bowl that one of his former tops made him eat out of. [Lion – I don’t remember that happening.]  It was something that 1.0 couldn’t get her head wrapped around. 2.0 doesn’t care. 2.0 is doing what Lion wants whether Lion wants it or not. Last night the collar came back out. I told Lion to put it on and, knowing it might take some getting used to, allowed him to take it off to sleep if it was too uncomfortable. I was going to decide today whether it would become a fixture, like his nakedness, but he can’t leave things alone and asked if he should wear it all the time now. 2.0 thought, “Fuck it.” and told him yes, he should wear it when he gets home. Apparently when 2.0 is questioned she decides to make life a little more difficult for Lion, although I think it was the answer he was looking for. Yes, it may be more uncomfortable, but he loves this dog thing. [Lion – I like the obedience thing and the humiliating doggy style…at least I think I do. It’s new to me too.]

So far today, Lion has sent me two emails telling me how much he likes the dog commands. Maybe that’s why he’s been getting in my way so much. He’s trying to imitate the dog. I’ll need to tell him to sit and stay while I do things. Maybe I need to attach a leash to the table leg and tie him there. I bet he’d love that too. [Lion – Yup, at least for a little while. It might stop being fun very quickly] For the record, I still think treating him like a dog is ridiculous, but 2.0 is charging forward. Full steam ahead. Over the top. I think Lion might draw the line at a flea dip or poodle trimming, but is it his line to draw anymore? Remember, 2.0 is a bitch.

Until further notice, Lion’s uniform consists of no clothes and a collar. He may still wear a T shirt if he’s cold. The collar must be worn when we are home unless other people will be present. If we are working in the yard, he must wear the collar with his clothes. For now, he will not be required to wear it in public. He may remove it for shaving and showering. He must sleep in it unless it becomes too uncomfortable. If he removes it for any of the reasons allowed, he must put it back on as soon as possible. He must ask for approval to remove it at any other time.

I think making him eat from a dog bowl is a bad idea. He’s messy enough when he eats with a knife and fork. Can you imagine how many swats he’d get for spilling food? Even 2.0 doesn’t want that.