"What is your whip doing out here!?" Ben calls to me as he comes through the back door.
Oh, my god, my heart stops, why was I such an idiot to leave it there?
"Well?" he strides into my study, eyeing me suspiciously.
I, caught without an answer, look down and try to avoid his gaze. After I had taken the photo for Monday's blog on Le Martinet, I had run off to upload it in the computer, leaving the whip out on the dining table, abandoned.
I try to explain all of that to Ben, but he was having none of it (of course, he hasn't read the blog yet either). We have employees who come and go from our home constantly. "What if one of them saw it?" he asked.
I know that I am caught out. It is entirely possible that someone could walk through the door at any time and I had absolutely forgotten that it was there. While you might suspect that I did it on purpose, it is simply not true.
Needless to say, it wasn't long before I was feeling its bite on my own ass.
5 comments:
Lovely story and forgetfulness should always be punished, right? Meow
Funny you should mention leaving inplements out. We decided against having our house inspected for energy efficiency - even though it might result in a rebate - because we have too much spanko stuff around the house.
What price kink?
Hugs,
Hermione
A lovely picture accompanying a tense, terse, and teasingly erotic tale! A picture of Carly's reddenned bottom would be a supreme treat though!
OPPSSSS
Well We hope you enjoyed to to some extent! lol
Take care and keep snapping awawy but be more carfull... or not as the case may be xx
Bear and Pnefold x
Well if she's not over my knee I do like my charges over a nice high stool !! Perfect !! I Love the blog !!
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