Hubby’s denial period ends with game of discipline

Saturday night I decided to allow hubby sexual release since he had been denied since April 18 and was on the verge of going stark raving mad. This past week he has shown all the signs of reaching his body’s limit: irritable, moody, leaking pre-cum, severe case of blue balls, discomfort. So I knew it was time but I had a busy week therefore hubby had to wait until Saturday. He survived which just proves a man can go longer than he thinks he can.

 

I was searching for a clever way to give him his release but was coming up empty. I just wasn’t in a creative mode this past weekend. But as I was skimming through some of my past blog entries, I came across one from August 2011. It was when hubby and I played a discipline game that I had found on a video clip. The game goes like this: I lay out 5 implements of punishment and hubby has to choose the order in which I use the implements of discipline on him.

The first one he would receive 20, the next 16, the next 12, the next 8 and the last 4 very hard ones. We were just getting back into the swing of things in 2011 so those numbers seemed low to me. Therefore I decided to upgrade the game. The first one he would receive 30, the next 25, the next 20, the next 10 and the last 5 very hard ones. 

Back in 2011 when we played this game the 5 implements were a riding crop, a tawse, a leather strap, a Spencer paddle and a wooden cane. This time I chose: riding crop, leather paddle, Spencer paddle, Delrin cane (the black one with the wooden handle) and wooden cane.

 

 

As I mentioned last time, having him choose his order of punishment really plays with his mind. I dressed in leather bra and leather thong (too warm for boots or gloves) and to get him in the mood I allowed him to lick my leather thong for about 3 minutes and plant kisses on my ass. Then I removed his chastity device and had him lay face down across my bed. He chose to begin with the leather paddle. I ordered him to count them out. I must have been hitting him harder than he expected because he was squirming by the time I reached 30. In fact, he was squirming so much that I decide to restrain him for the rest of the game. I put wrist and ankle cuffs on him and tied him to the posts on my bed. I told him that he could stop the game at any time but if he did, he would not get an orgasm for two more weeks. 

Next he chose the riding crop and I dished out 25 moderate blows to his reddened ass and the meaty part of the back of his legs. Hubby twisted his body from the pain but after I was done with the riding crop he began to slip into subspace. I took my soft fur glove and soothed his ass for a couple of minutes before continuing with the game.

 

 

James was relaxed from my mini-massage with the soft glove but the game had to continue. He chose the Spencer paddle. I decided to go hard and fast with the Spencer paddle.

That pretty much snapped James out of subspace as he had difficulty counting them out. Now his ass had bruises. I teased him, 

“This is the price for an orgasm. I think it’s more than fair, don’t you?” 

James next chose the wooden cane. He dreads the cane, be it wooden or Delrin. I tormented him by taking the cane and swishing it through the air, letting him anticipate what was about to happen. I slowly drew back my hand and brought the cane across his ass. James winced and stiffened his body. He endured 10 of these, although they were moderate. I was waiting for the last implement to go hard. Still, he had a few welts from the wooden cane. I gave him a breather, allowing him about 5 minutes to recover. I took the soft glove and soothed his bottom some more.  

Now would come the hard part. Five final blows with the Delrin cane. I reminded hubby that he could stop the game but the cost would be no orgasm. He had come this far so I knew he would endure the final 5.  I tapped the cane on his buttocks, drew it back and let it fly. James gave out a yell before he composed himself enough to count out “One!” 

I teased him, “Four more if you want that precious orgasm!” 

I drew the cane back and went hard again. “Two”, he screamed. I repeated this three more times and hubby endured them all. His ass was all marked up with red marks, bruises and some nasty welts. That fine line between domination and abuse was a little blurred if you saw his ass. But hey, it was only a game.  

Hubby had earned his orgasm but I was probably more aroused than he was. His cock had gone completely limp whereas my pussy was very wet. Therefore, after I untied him from the bed, I had James go down on me before he would be permitted his orgasm. Licking my pussy brought James’s passion back to life in a hurry. I made him stay there until he gave me multiple orgasms. James was twisting again, only this time not from being whipped but he was trying to hold back his own orgasm as his cock was rubbing against the mattress. I noticed this so I decided that is how I should end his denial. 

“Go ahead, James, you have my permission. Climax while you’re eating my pussy.” 

My words were all it took. James came all over the edge of the mattress. But he continued to lick me until I had one final orgasm. When he was done, his cock was still rock hard. He stood before me, breathing heavy with an erect penis. I was all relaxed from my orgasms and I figured he had earned another one.  

“Go ahead, James, jerk off for me. Stroke it and cum again.” 

I watched and it took him longer than I expected but I could tell he was on the edge so after a couple of minutes I gave him assistance by barking out the command, “DO IT!” And with that, James had his second orgasm in the most primal of male ways, giving himself a hand job as I was being entertained by this spectacle.  

I ordered him to shower, reinstall the chastity device and to come back and strip the bed and wash the sheets. It will be another two months before hubby is allowed another orgasm.

Punishing hubby part 2: 50 strokes with my new cane collection

As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, last night I told James to fetch one of the dining room chairs and place it in the center of the living room. Once the chair was in place, I told him I wanted him completely naked. He looked at me kind of funny as if he wasn’t sure if he should be aroused or worried. Once he was naked I ordered him to walk behind the chair, bend over the back and grab the seat. His ass was sticking straight out which made it an inviting and easy target. 

I was totally clothed, no leather, no lingerie, nothing sexual about the way I was dressed. I was in tee-shirt and lose fitting shorts. I fetched my new cane collection and James began to plead with me. I explained to him that the caning was just a further extension of his punishment for his unauthorized orgasm and it was not negotiable.  

I only used two canes, the thickest ones (the second and third canes from the bottom in the picture below)

 

I started out with thinnest of the two (the white cane with the basic brown handle) and dished out 20 moderate strokes, tapping his buttocks three times, drawing the cane back half way and flicking my wrist and forearm bringing the cane sharply across his ass. I rotated between left and right cheek, sometimes getting both.

James flinched in pain from the very first stroke, his ass still showing a few marks of the caning two weeks ago, although the marks were now faded and could only be seen in a bright light. After the 20 warm-up strokes, I took a rest on the couch. James begged me, promising he had learned his lesson, asking for mercy. I almost waivered as I hadn’t counted on him reacting that way from the warm-up strokes. There was no sexual buildup for him and the position I had him in bending over the chair made the caning extra painful. But I made my decision, I would stick to the 50, and the final 30 would be severe.

I grabbed the thickest cane (the white cane with the black handle). I tapped his buttocks three times and drew the cane all the way back and let go with a full swing. James really jumped. I ordered him to hold as still as possible else I would restrain him and add an additional 50 to his punishment. I lectured him that he needed to show more self-control and he needed to suck it up and endure his punishments like an obedient husband.

I continued with his caning, dishing out 29 more for a total of 50. For the final 10, I told James to shout out with each stroke, “I will never climax again without Kathleen’s permission.” The final 5 were extra hard. I’m not sure which one did it but one of his welts actually broke open and started to bleed.

I made him remain in that position for several minutes as I admired my handiwork. Then I soothed his wounds with aloe and anti-bacteria cream. I image some of those welts will not be going away for quite a few days, maybe weeks.

I have to admit that I got aroused from caning hubby’s bottom but I didn’t want there to be any sexual activity because I wanted it to be totally about punishment. However, last night I couldn’t help touching myself as I laid in bed, thinking about those welts and James’ contrite and remorseful attitude during and after his punishment. I was going to pleasure myself but I wanted him there with me. It was now around 2:00am and it had been a good six hours since his punishment.

I got up, went to James’s bedroom and woke him up. I told him to join me in my bedroom. He was about half out of it but I didn’t care. I ordered him under my sheets (it was chilly here last night) and between my legs. James snapped right to it and he licked me with much reverence and love. I could feel the love. He licked me until I had several orgasms. I allowed him to spend the rest of the night in my bed with me.

See what happens when you tempt me? Hubby gets the caning of his life

One of the reasons I started this blog was for personal motivation. If I was going to start over again with the femdom lifestyle after a two year hiatus I knew I was going to need something to keep me motivated. My first go around with femdom I was fortunate and blessed to have several mentors. I was also part of a femdom group, ClubFEM. All of that helped to keep me motivated and moving forward with the training and domming of my husband. However, once I lost contact with my mentors and was no longer active in a group, the fire within slowly became extinguished. Other things in life distracted me and occupied my time and attention.

This time around I decided that writing a blog, where I could share past experiences and current events and receive ideas from others, would keep me motivated. So far it has worked and sometimes even better than I expected. I find myself doing things I never would have done on my own if I didn’t have this blog.

A few weeks ago a gentleman from my femdom past wrote me asked if he could send me some self-made, hand-crafted Delrin canes. I gave him a mailing address (a PO Box) and last week the canes arrived.

 

I was expecting one or two canes. He sent me seven canes, of various lengths and thickness.

 

 

I must confess that holding the canes in my hand, inspecting the craftsmanship of the handles, giving each one a practice swing, and hearing them “swish” through the air, got me very excited. I couldn’t wait to try them out.

 

  

I own several wooden canes and use them from time to time on hubby’s bottom but had I not received this most generous gift of the Delrin canes, the thought of administering a severe caning to hubby’s bottom would not have entered my mind. The canes were more than a gift, they were a temptation and a challenge to expand both my limits when it comes to administering discipline and hubby’s limits to endure a harsh caning in order to please his Mistress.

So last night I showed hubby what was in the box he had retrieved from the PO Box with the words “For Kathleen’s Eyes Only”. I dressed in my custom made leather pants,

 

laid the canes out on the bed and called him into the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees, hugged my waist and begged me to punish him. He was overcome with submission.

 

I asked him if he wanted a light caning, a moderate caning or a harsh caning. He was so excited from the sight of all those canes laying side by side each other I knew he wasn’t about to say “light caning”. He said “moderate caning”. But I wanted to challenge him so I said “what if I’m in the mood to administer a harsh caning. Will you endure it for me?” Of course he said “yes, Mistress, your will be done!”

I tied him face down to the bed and I began with the lone black cane as that was the thinnest. I administered ten strokes and it really cut him. I moved to the white cane with the black handle for ten more. It didn’t take hubby long to realize these were heavy duty canes that hurt like hell. He was squirming big time, begging for mercy after about stroke number 5 from the second cane. Once I reached the tenth stroke (twentieth stroke counting the first cane) I took a break and rested in my chair, drinking a glass of ice water as hubby caught his breath.

I gave him five to ten minutes before I started up again. I moved down the line, ten each from the other five canes. I was slow and deliberate, tapping each cane three times against his bottom before drawing it back and flicking my wrist. I forgot what a skill it is to administers a proper caning. It is an art-form and I love doing it. What is really nasty is when you try to hit the exact same spot with two consecutive strokes. James hates that but I enjoy challenging myself to see how good I can get with my aim.

I got a lot of mileage out of his discipline session. I made him apologize for things I had made a mental note of recently, nothing all that bad but just those little things that he does that bugs me from time to time, things he needs to work on to be a better submissive to me. I also made him promise to add a few household projects to his list of chores in the coming weeks. The screen in the basement door needs fixed and the sink in my bathroom is not draining as fast as it should be. Of course he was very eager to see things my way as I dished out his discipline.

The little canes were especially wicked.

 

 

  

It might have to do more with his bottom being tender and very sensitive by the time I got around to them but he really seemed to jump and flinch from those. Lastly, I ended by opening my toy box and getting my favorite wooden cane that was lying near the bottom but still easily accessible.
 

 

Ten final strokes for a grand total of 80! Hubby was literally whimpering by the time I was done. I examined his well caned bottom and it was a sight to behold. I would say he has endured overall harsher whippings but this was definitely the most severe caning that I can recall dishing out.  And to be honest, I could have caned him much harder. I felt as if I was holding back, especially toward the end. Maybe next time I’ll go even harder.

I left him there, still tied to the bed for a short while to contemplate the discipline he had just endured. Then I returned to tend to his cuts and welts with much care and love, soothing them with peroxide (ouch, burning), anti-bacteria cream and finally a healing aloe.

I untied hubby and allowed him to worship my body, ending with me having several orgasms from his most eager and passionate tongue. See what happens when you motivate me with ideas and gifts?

Punished by proxy

Let me try this again seeing how some people misinterpreted what I wrote yesterday. I decided to delete that post because really the purpose of this post isn’t about me and Thomas, but it is about me and my husband and how we stumbled across a new and most interesting power dynamic to our femdom marriage. And I have to give my wonderful and adoring husband all the credit for it as it was his idea.

The other day I was venting to my hubby my frustration with several men in my life, a neighbor who was cutting down trees along our property line, a co-worker who has been a real prick lately, and Thomas, who has an annoying habit of calling me up on Thursday night and telling me he’s coming to town on Friday and wants to see me. This has been a source of contention between us. I am a spontaneous woman but I usually have plans set for the weekend and I cannot just drop things just because Thomas wants to get laid. So I’ve set down the law that he can see me only when I say, and we will have sex only when I want to have sex. Thomas and I are good friends who happen to also be lovers due to a mutual attraction but as the Shania Twain song goes, “any man of mine, better walk the line.”

Anywho, it doesn’t really matter which man in my life was causing me stress. I was venting to my hubby and, as submissive men do, he became excited by my feistiness and bitchy demeanor.  He was in the mood to be dominated so he suggested that perhaps I should take out my frustration on him. I thought, “What a wonderful and creative idea”. Hubby should stand in proxy for any man that gets under my skin. I can’t punish them but I sure can punish my willing husband.

I warned James that if we did this, he must accept that I would punish him as if he had been the one who had displeased me. The poor dear was too gone by now to back out. I could tell he was excited at the prospect of feeling my wrath. To him, it would be an occasion to be dominated. But to me, it was an exercise to release stress and frustration by punishing the male gender.

I tied James naked, face down on my bed. I went through my collections of whips to decide which implement would best represent how I felt at that moment. Oh yes, there it was … the cane. And not the thin one, but the thick one. The one that leaves nasty welts. After all, I was mad at three different men at the time so he would have to bear the punishment for all three. And I must say that the fact that one of the men was my lover added extra humiliation to my hubby. Thomas gets sex. James gets the whip. Such is the life of a submissive husband who encouraged his wife to date other men.

I didn’t put on leather or any fetish attire. This wasn’t about the man’s fetish or arousing his sexuality. This was pure, unadulterated punishment. I took off my top and my pants because I didn’t want to get too warm but I left bra and panties on. I circled James and lectured him how he was standing in proxy for all men that mistreat me. I tapped the cane on his buttocks before giving a light blow. Reality set in real fast for James Even a light blow with this particular cane will make a man jump. A few more light ones with just the tip left red marks. Now I was getting aroused. It was time to release my stress. I dished out ten solid blows with the cane, one at a time, waiting five seconds between each swat. James twisted on the bed from the pain after each one. When I was done, his butt cheeks had a few nice welts as a memento of his position as proxy.

I felt much better. All that stress and pent up frustration left me as I punished my hubby. I left him tied to the bed for a few minutes while I admired my handiwork. Then the kind and gentle Kathleen rubbed some soothing aloe on his very sore bottom. I untied him, gave him a kiss and a hug for being willing to take that for me. I also gave him a warning, now that he opened this door to me, he better beware because the next time some man pisses me off, my hubby just might have to stand in proxy again.