hubby has been very aroused, so aroused that last night (after we got back from a very nice dinner) he begged me to put on my new custom-fit leather pants and give him an over the lap spanking. And when I say he begged, I mean he begged. It was both sweet and a little pathetic at the same time. But I loved it. I love to hear a man beg, especially my husband. Not many men are good at begging. James has gotten better at it over the years but last night was perfect begging, just the right combination of sincerity, worshipfulness, desperation and sexual frustration. It turned me on.

So I made a deal with him. I would put on my new pants and administer a spanking with my leather paddle but if he had an accident, if he had an unauthorized orgasm and screwed up our denial schedule, or if he had another wet dream when he slept, then I was going to get him pierced and install a permanent chastity device. James was so desperate to see me in my pants again that he agreed.

I didn’t make a production out of it and no Sgt. Pepper’s jacket, just my leather bra and the pants, no boots. As soon as James saw me sitting on the edge of my bed with paddle in hand, he fell to his knees and asked permission to kiss and lick my pants. I granted him permission. He started at my feet and worked his way up. To say he was full of passion would be the understatement of the year. He was really getting me excited as I could feel his tongue through the leather.

I ordered him to climb across my lap. His chastity device was in the way but I wasn’t about to let him out so I opened my legs a bit and tucked it between the inside of my thighs. I told James not to move, not to hump and not to wiggle else I would end our session.

I took the leather paddle and I did very little in the way of a warm-up. I started our moderate and I took it to hard in no time. I really blistered his ass and he seemed to love it. He was deep in subspace and he just laid there like a statue, not saying a word, not even a grunt or a moan. I continued and I could feel his swollen penis between my legs shrinking inside its cage, which told me he was in pain, yet not a sound. I continued until he finally yelled out his safe word. His ass was bright red and scorching hot.

I soothed it with my bare hands and now I was dripping wet from excitement. I rolled him off of my lap and I undid the belt and unzipped my pants. I ordered him to open the zippers on the pants at the ankles and to pull off my pants and carefully hang them up. As he did this, I removed my panties and I commanded him to crawl between my legs. He orally serviced me and it didn’t take long for me to climax.

Hubby was a good boy and his denial schedule is still on track. I examined him this morning, no traces of a wet dream, he was leaking pre-cum just from my slightest touch and his balls are still very full. One more month of chastity to go!

He hasn’t had a conscious orgasm since the end of March. My goal is to deny him for two straight months.

Hubby had a wet dream in the wee hours of the morning on May 6th. We had a prolonged tease and denial session the night of May 4th and I guess it was too intense because while he was sleeping during the morning of the 6th, he ejaculated inside his chastity device.

Friday night I was in the mood to discipline hubby and I was in the mood to add a little flavor to it by dressing in leather bra, leather thong and my thigh high leather boots. I began with an over the lap spanking with my hairbrush (hubby in chastity) but the poor dear got too excited and started to experience some discomfort from his balls being so full and swollen and the plastic ring of the chastity device restricting the blood flow. His balls were turning purple so I had to make a decision … end the session or allow him out of chastity. I made the wrong choice and should have known better but what can I say, I was in the mood to dominate him. I put my faith in his ability to place mind over body. I thought he could hold back his orgasm if I didn’t touch his erection. I was sadly mistaken.

After I unlocked his chastity device and he painfully was able to remove it from his expanded testicles, I knew I couldn’t put him back over my lap. If his erection touched my soft thighs for a second I knew he would have difficulty not climaxing.

So I had the idea that I would place him in bondage in a stand up position and a more severe discipline session might make him go limp. It’s worked in the past. We have hooks in the doorframe of the doorway leading from my bedroom to my bathroom. James is tall so he was able to stretch his arms out over his head while keeping his feet firmly on the floor. Standing on a stool I tied his wrists to the hooks using leather wrist cuffs. Once he was secured, I began to whip his backside with my riding crop. As is normal during our discipline sessions, I graded his performance in doing his chores and his overall level of servitude over the past week. I pointed out where he could improve as well as verbalize to him what was expected of him in the week to come.

As I was whipping his buttocks with the crop, increasing the severity, I noticed he was not going limp at all. In fact, he was dripping an unusual amount of pre-cum. That should have been a red flag for me to stop, but again I wanted to see if he could resist. Besides, there have only been a few occasions when hubby has climaxed during a session without any physical stimulation.

I switched to the cane, figuring the pain from the dreaded cane would decrease his sexual excitement and as a result lessen his erection. I figured it might help if I could get his mind to focus on something else so I ordered him to count each stroke of the cane. We got to about 7 or 8 when he let out a scream and he shot his load all over the bathroom floor.

If it’s of any consolation, I can tell you it was not a pleasurable orgasm. He tried to hold back and he was feeling the brunt of my cane as he was climaxing. I was not really upset, in fact I was kind of amazed at what I just witnessed. But I gave him 5 more hard blows with the cane as a way of expressing my displeasure before I untied him and made him clean up his mess.

I felt a little sorry for him so I allowed him to worship my boots and my body (his erection still very, very stiff) and orally pleasure me. His punishment for the unauthorized orgasm? Two more months of denial.