What's the cruelest way you've let them come?
I found this one locked up tight after a weekend-long "no release" rule-strictly enforced, no exceptions. The worst part? I caught him trying to sneak a quick rub against the bedpost, and all I could do was laugh while he whined about how much worse it'd be next time. Now he's insists he's learned his lesson, but I'm not buying it. What's the cruelest way you've let them come-or more importantly, the cruelest way you've *made them wait*? I need fresh ideas for next time his self-control cracks.