Premie Training Time

As I mentioned in my last post, david's premature ejaculation issue, my husband has been a premature ejaculator, or "premie" as I will now start calling him during training, for quite some time now; and it is time he faced up to his problem. I am planning on putting him through a strict and embarrassing training regime in front of my sister Sue (assuming she agrees).

I thought it would be more meaningful to him if his training regime was well established before it is witnessed by my sister. As a result, I broached the subject of his training this evening.

The reason I chose to do it in this order is that I want the full magnitude of it to hit him all at once when Sue is in the room and I tell him that she has been made aware of his problem, and that due to his poor progress to-date, I have decided he will be punished by being trained in front of her today. When I say that, I want him to know exactly what "training" implies, having gone through it a couple of times at least.

I gave it a lot of thought beforehand, exactly what my "training program" would be like, and even wrote it down and edited it a few times. Such a stickler I am. But hey, attention to detail, right? It's my forte. Rather than tell you all about it, I thought I'd explain it the way he heard it.

I sat him down on the couch, and said I wanted to talk about his premature ejaculation problem. He was extraordinarily sheepish and humiliated about the whole thing. I pretended I wasn't playing. Rather, I convinced him that it was affecting me more than I let on, and I wanted to talk about what we could do about it, together.

"I thought you didn't mind so much?" he said.

"I try not to baby, but yeah, I do mind." I answered. He looked a little sad at that. "But don't worry," I told him to perk him up, "I've been reading about some ideas we can try, and they seem to be very effective, so I'm sure that if we tackle it together, before long you'll be giving it to me nice and hard and for a long long time."

Seeing his face still sad, I thought I'd better quickly repair some ego bruising. "But your mouth and touch are the best, baby, better than anybody else's, and that's most important. I love your tongue on my tits, and my pussy, and my ass. I cum so hard for you. Harder than anybody else ever. It's just I miss the other thing a teeny tiny bit too, and so I want you to try with me, ok?" As I said this, I rubbed him through his pants and pressed my breasts up against his arm, my hot breath in his ear. How could he refuse? I was hoping my touching would subtly remind him of the time he disgraced himself into his underpants when he was in high-school when his pretty date touched him the same way.

"ok" he said. "how does it work?"

I told him that I was surfing the Internet today doing a search on premature ejaculation and happened on a support group for wives whose husbands suffered from his problem. I told him there were many great ideas for how to deal with the problem that had proven to be very effective for them, and maybe they would be for us also. They were all based on gradually extending his staying power. I told him I would be taking a mixture of the best ideas, adding some of my own based on our particular lifestyle (and gave him a wink), and creating a little training program for him that he might even enjoy.

I said that he would be using his hand on himself, lubed and vigorous, and I would be timing. Each day he would rub himself without cumming for more and more time. I would increase the challenge by adding things that turn him on, like dirty talk, light spanks on his ass, a sexy peek-a-boo from me, or having him hold toys inside his bumhole. "Doesn't that sound like fun?" I asked him.

"What if I can't make it?" he asked.

I told him that if he thinks he's going to cum, he can ask my permission to stop rubbing. If I think he's done enough, I'll let him stop for ten seconds, hands at his sides, to regain his composure, and then we'll start from the beginning again. If it's really bad, he can ask me to clamp him with my hand at the base of his cock. But each time he stops, I'll add up the seconds he had left, and at the end he'll get a paddling with my hairbrush for as many strokes as all the seconds remaining. If he needed a clamping, the seconds would be doubled. I told him that spanking was my own idea. He could have guessed that, he said.

"But what if I really can't make it?" he asked, looking nervous but knowing the answer before I even spoke it.

I told him that the whole idea was that he control himself. If he can't: it's the strap. david groaned at that. He knows a strapping from my leather tawse is no laughing matter (see my post Strapped! from back in November).

"Nooooo..." he whined at me.

"And whatever comes out," I told him, "you'll be holding in your mouth during your strapping without swallowing. Afterwards you'll spit it out into the sink, and it better all be there, or else!"

As an afterthought, I also told him that he should expect teasing from me about his problem during his training, but at no other time. I said that one of the wives on the newsgroup suggested that if hubby is made to feel embarrassed and inadequate every time we train, it will motivate him to change. I told him that being domme, I enjoy teasing him, so he should expect that and not take it so personally. But outside of training, I would stroke his ego (amongst other things) not worrying about or commenting on his staying power at all.

I asked if he agreed to all of that and he said he did. Even though he is embarrassed by his problem, the training regime is designed to be something that appeals to his subby nature.

Of course, he has no idea that my plan is to have Sue witness the training. For now, he believes it is strictly between he and I. Poor naive baby. Having Sue there will really freak him out, as he is so embarrassed and guarded about his premie problem.

I told david that his training sessions will be on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (nights we are both generally home). He was expecting a training session right then and there, but I thought I'd let him stew on it over the weekend instead. I'll try to get Sue interested in witnessing, and line her up for Friday if she's free and willing.

Aren't I just soooo naughty???