Good News, Bad News, Worse News
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.
More Good Advice From Julie
Her latest comment really turns up the embarrassment in dressing me in women’s clothes. Mrs. Lion has been shopping online for things for me to wear. She likes shopping online; so do I. It’s painless for me when Mrs. Lion shows me something she might purchase. I make a face and then she goes on with her iPad. What UPS will bring is going to be a surprise for me.
Julie suggested that it’s a mistake to buy online. She says it is more fun to take me underwear shopping and hold panties up against me while Mrs. Lion makes her purchase decisions. When she’s done, I have to bring the items to the cashier and pay for them. Hoo boy!
That will certainly embarrass me. One benefit of being locked into a chastity device is that if I get aroused, no visible erection will be produced. This is the first case where I find a real benefit in being caged. It turns out that it may be more embarrassing to buy panties than to actually wear them.
On Wednesday night, we had do-it-yourself hot fudge sundaes. I dripped a bit of hot fudge on my shirt. One of my rules is not to get food on my clothing. I figured that I would be punished on Thursday night, our regular punishment day.
Nope. After we finished eating and got the bowls into the dishwasher, Mrs. Lion went to her behind-the-door paddle collection, selected the paddle with points on one side (the Tenderizer) and told me to lie face-down on the bed. She then gave me a very thorough spanking with at least 200 swats. There were some drops of blood where the tenderizer’s pointed side hit me. She only used it for a few swats.
When she was done, my butt was burning. She then pointed to the corner and told me to stand in it. I have no idea how long she put me there. It was very difficult to think about anything other than the pain in my bottom. Corner time is definitely a spanking magnifier. She kept me there long enough for my legs to get tired (a good thing from a punishment point of view). When I was finally released, I gratefully got back on the bed.
She asked me about my corner time. I told her about feeling the pain of the spanking. She said, “Good.” I told her my legs were getting tired. She said that maybe we could get a stool for me to sit on. We have a board with rough, gritty non-slip floor tape on it. She said that would help me feel my spanking.
Ever helpful, I suggested she could line the seat of the stool with the tape. We still have a supply of it. She said we would have to figure out what we want to get and where we could store it when not in use. I suppose it could go in the garage and could fetch it, and return it when we are done.
We’re still struggling with over-the-knee spanking. Our recent attempt felt a great deal different to me from when I lie on the bed for my beating. We haven’t found a comfortable way for Mrs. Lion to do this. I hope we can figure this out. I imagine that the spanking will be much more meaningful and severe if I am across her lap.
We keep learning. Even though we are in our fourth year of enforced chastity and our second in domestic discipline, progress is slow. My knowledge as a top and educator is surprisingly unhelpful. I’m the bottom and I can’t really teach my top. I also admit that we are doing things I’ve never tried when I was a top. I never gave OTK spankings. My victim was generally tied to equipment.
That’s why advice from a practicing female disciplinarian is so helpful. So far, thanks to Julie, Mrs. Lion’s spankings have become much longer and effective. If she follows Julie’s advice on cross dressing, we will benefit from her experience. Maybe “benefit” isn’t the right word from my perspective. No, not from my position.
Love Taps
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.
What Have I Wrought?
As almost everybody warned me, I need to be very careful what I ask Mrs. Lion to do to me. Up until now, things have been largely predictable (by me). Mrs. Lion’s enthusiasm for punishment, chastity, domestic discipline, and FLR have been growing at a steady, manageable pace. She is slowly assuming the control I asked her to take. Eventually, she will take more than I asked. I know that and will deal with it as it happens.
Then I mentioned humiliation. I went on to talk about panties and bras as particularly humiliating. Mrs. Lion is positively excited about cross dressing me. She’s written post after post about her plans for me. It took her years to spend any time at all in chastity and spanking blogs. She’s put in hours looking at cross dressing shopping sites. I’m in for a wild ride.
I have no real interest in dressing as a woman. I think this is the force driving Mrs. Lion’s efforts. It’s a painless (for her) way to exercise real control over me. She finds it funny too. I’m not complaining. Well, I am in a way. This is all her and I am going to do what she wants.
After I get paid, I expect she will be ordering more feminine stuff for me to wear around the house. She’s been talking about a fake-fur trimmed, pink robe with matching pink, furry, open-toed slippers. Shudder! I thought having my toenails painted was bad. Ha!
I know. You’re thinking, “Stop whining, Lion. You asked for this.” Did I? I did. It’s part of the game. Interestingly, Mrs. Lion isn’t the only wife who enjoys forced feminization for her husband. I find it all over the Net. It’s not surprising. It’s a fun, reasonably easy way to torture your man.
Since we have both been writing a lot about cross dressing me, you may think that our focus is on getting me into panties and bra. It isn’t. I still have punishment days, spankings, rules, and of course, being locked into a chastity device. It’s just that forced cross dressing is new and hasn’t been integrated into our lives yet.
It’s easy to become one-dimensional to you. After all, enforced chastity, FLR, and domestic discipline doesn’t occupy us 24/7. We tell you the fun, interesting stuff relating to these topics. The bigger parts of our lives aren’t relevant here.
I have to admit that Mrs. Lion has me worried. I never thought beyond being made to wear panties. The idea of a bra came in recently from Julie’s blog. She positively loves to embarrass her husband. Apparently, Mrs. Lion is a lot like her.
The thing about a power exchange is that I can start things off with suggestions to Mrs. Lion, but I have absolutely no control over what happens after that. I will be surprised to find out. In this case, there is not doubt it will be embarrassing.
