It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

That’s what Rosie said as she gingerly sat down, wincing as she did so.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. She said she’d taken up the offer of a mutual acquaintance from a trip to the Whip / Lash dungeon and had gone to “play” at his apartment.

I knew Logan from work. I’d assured her he was on the up and up. I had to admit to a little niggle of excitement and arousal as I pondered what type of ‘games’ Logan would play. He was a definite heart-throb and I’d had my share of naughty fantasies about being his bottom, but if he and Rosie hit it off, I’d have to cast my net in another direction.

“Are you OK?” She was obviously uncomfortable. She kept shifting in her seat.

“Better than OK.” She finally grinned, and I had to admit, it was a definite ‘cat that ate the canary’ sort of smile.

“So, uh, Logan fulfilled your wildest submissive fantasies, huh?” Who, me, jealous?

“Baby, you have no idea . . . the talent that man has with a paddle!”

Wicked images of me bent over, Logan whacking my ass with a paddle, the bulge in his leather pants proof positive that he was enjoying having me at his mercy. Nipped it in the bud and did a little shifting in my own seat for a whole different reason.

“I guess you two really hit it off?”

“No pun intended?” She giggled.

“Sorry.”

“Sure, he was great fun. I worked out some tension, that’s for darned sure.”

“When’s your next date?”

“Nah. Not interested.” She held up her hand. “Sure, he’s a god, and he gives good paddle – but I actually think I want someone a bit more nasty. You know – someone who’ll treat me like the bad girl I so want to be.” The wicked grin appeared again.

“Whoa. Really? I mean, you know I’ve had fantasies about being submissive, too, but I don’t think I’m ready for that whole humiliation kind of thing.”

“What can I say? It gets me all hot and bothered when some guy calls me his dirty little slut. . .” She poured a glass of wine. “Logan is a fierce dominant, but he’s a bit too much of a gentleman for me.”

An hour later, after Rosie had left to ‘go home and admire her battered backside’, I had polished off the rest of the Merlot and I glanced at the clock. Nine PM on a Friday night. If I hurried, I could slip into the perfect sub ensemble and still make it to Whip Lash. I happened to know that Logan was a night owl.

The next morning I lay on my stomach, relishing the sting of the welts on my own ass as Logan kissed my neck.

He whispered in my ear as his big hand stroked my deliciously tender butt cheek.

“What made you decide to take me up on my offer last night?”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

There was a moment’s pause before he asked, “And now?”

“Now? It’s clear it was a GREAT idea.”