rodney may not get any respect but lion still does.
Rodney may not but Lion still does.

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.

lion''s naughty stool
This is my naughty stool. We bought it Saturday aand covered it with anti-skid tape to assure my freshly-spanked bottom will feel it. [Click image to enlarge]
[Sunday morning] I managed to get some olive oil on my shirt last night when we went out to dinner. That earned me more punishment. I had already racked one up for spilling the day before. I asked Mrs. Lion if she wanted to “bank” this punishment for a later date. She said that instead, if she wanted she could add a second punishment desert, like both corner time and mouth soaping. I shrugged.

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.

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.

(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.