I quickly reminded him to be careful, unless he wanted the evening to end in a punishment spanking, instead of a playful one followed by lovemaking. By the time we had a drink and shared an appetizer, it was clear that our waitress had Barry's attention more than I did, so I informed him that he had earned a punishment spanking when we get home (which he knows will be a hairbrush spanking after he has had an orgasm). He began to profusely apologize and beg me to give him another chance. I didn't really want to give him a punishment spanking if I didn't have to do so, since that would mean no lovemaking afterwards. So, I decided to offer him another option. I told him that I would consider an alternative punishment tonight if he followed my every instruction all evening and kept his eyes on me for the rest of the night instead of on our waitress. He quickly agreed, so I gave him his first instruction. I took both of his hands in mine across the table and quietly told him that I wanted him to go into the men's room and masturbate into his hankerchief for me and bring it back to the table, so that I could confirm that he had done it. He began to protest until I reminded him of the alternative of being spanked immediately after an orgasm. As he got up from the table, I suggested he be quick about it and be back when our salads arrived.
Barry didn't quite make it back in time, which was OK. I don't know what came over me, but I decided to have a little conversation with our waitress when she brought our salads. I asked her how long she had been waitressing and learned that she was relatively new. I then quietly shared some advice with her. I let her know that it was obvious to me that she was trying to tease my husband, which I suspected was for the purpose of getting a good tip. I also advised her that I was going to be paying the bill this evening and determining her tip, so that it would behoove her to pay more attention to my satisfaction instead of attempting to arrouse my husband. Just as Barry returned to the table, I added that he had already earned himself a punishment when he arrives home for ogling her so much. Barry immediately turned crimson as our waitress quickly departed.
Barry showed me his hankerchief, which when partially unfolded revealed a lovely ivory colored wet spot of quite some size. I complimented him on complying so quickly and suggested we enjoy the rest of the meal together. He kept his eyes fixed on me for the rest of the evening and our waitress essentially ignored him during each visit to the table. I guess I must have made an impression on her :-).
The trip home was fun. I queried Barry about his trip to the bathroom and made him give me a detailed description of the layout of the room and how many other men came and went while he was doing his chore. He didn't know what to say when I asked him if anyone could see his stockings and panties below the stall walls. I also let him know that masturbating had been just the beginning of his alternative punishment and that I had more plans for him when we arrived home. When we arrived home I directed him to go directly to the bedroom and to remove everything but his panties, garter belt, and stockings and to lie on the bed; and to NOT touch himself. I went into the bathroom to freshen up and remove all but my underthings.
After my second orgasm, I asked him if he thought he deserved to orgasm. Of course he thought he did. I toyed with him some more as I told him that I wasn't sure if I would let him climax. However, I was going to keep stimulating him, which I did.
I pulled his panties back up over his penis and I got out our electric vibrator and began to use it to repeatedly bring him to the edge. Every time he got close, I would shut it off and then play with his balls and thighs for a few minutes. After a half hour of that, he was getting frantic, so I told him that I decided that he could have an orgasm, but that I was going to ruin it for him. I brought him just to the point of climax several more times, each time turning off the vibrator before he could climax. I finally kept it on until I could tell he was ready to explode. As he yelled that he was going to cum, I shut if off again. But this time he was at the point of no return. This time I stopped all physical contact with him and just watched as he continued to shake and shutter and produce a sizable pool of semen in his panties. He experienced his first ruined orgasm! Since his hands were tied, he couldn't do anything about it but moan and groan. As he begged and pleaded for me to continue, I couldn't resist commenting that I thought a ruined orgasm was one of his fantasies.
I asked Barry to share more of his thoughts with me as I wrote this entry, but he wouldn't do so. I don't think he really likes me sharing so many details of our current activities. I decided not to push it. However, I did make him select the photos that you see. I think he did a good job of portraying a sense of our evening. I especially love the photo he chose to depict himself in red panties with black stockings/garter belt after we got home. That was basicallyh how he was dressed and it very effectively shows how excited he was (and what I had to work with). I also love the first photo he chose to depict me as we got dressed for the evening. I only wish I looked that trim and erotic. I'd like to think that is how I look to him (at least in his fantasies).
Saturday evening gave me more new ideas. I continue to enter a whole new world, and it continues to be exciting on many levels.