And I had yet another door to deal with. When it was time, you helped me up and directed me into the bathroom to get ready for the evening. I finished quickly, eager for the rest of the evening, anxious to fulfill my own prank, and concerned that you would lock me into the bathroom, intentionally or unwittingly, just by closing the door! I unlocked it as I first entered, aware of the possibility.
Then I exited and left you the bathroom. When you entered, I locked the door and hurried to the other side to lock the other. I wrote to Sarah later, describing the experience:
“Funny thing is, as he went in, he said, ‘It will take me quite a while to get ready.’
“And I thought, ‘It will take you quite a while to get out!’ <wicked giggle>
“Externally, I just smiled.
“And then, oh yes!! And then he went in and closed the door! I locked it quickly, and rushed to the hallway door to lock it too before he figured it out.
“When he was all snug inside, and the final click of the last lock fell into place with the most satisfying, crisp sound…. I started to laugh, and couldn’t stop laughing for ten full minutes.
“My favorite part, the best and most amazing part, was when I heard him move toward the bedroom door again, and I ran just to the corner to watch – funny, even behind a locked door, I could not bring myself to get close…. <giggle> he tried the door, and of course it didn’t go anywhere. I giggled, deliciously evil giggles, and there was a long, long pause. No movement, no sound. And then he said, ‘You little scamp!’
“And I thought I was going to explode. I was so very smug and thrilled and riding high – as all truly good imps should be when their plans have climaxed…. And before they pay…. <giggle>”
You made a great show of taking the hinges off the door, though it did you no good. When you threatened to break down the door, I reacted, not because I believed you would, but because as the brat, it was my job to believe it. I opened the door and moved out of the room quickly, but you did not attack me… then. You came out with a serious fact, and I worried that I had pushed you too far as some bratting can do to some tops. When I asked if you were truly upset and you gave me an incredulous look, I felt like melting and smiled.
I blurted out, “I had help, you know!” Still devising.
You turned and looked at me with eyebrows raised.
I kept on, hoping you couldn’t tell I was lying through my teeth…
“I mean, not physically! I just put it in motion. But it wasn’t my idea! And I’m not telling whose it was.”
You smiled, turning to your computer. You said you believed you knew to whom I referred. You sat down and wrote a one-liner email to Sarah, saying something like, “It worked! You will pay.”
I shivered, but I was glowing inside. It has always been a goal of mine to get others in spanking trouble…
And I knew I would have one, and only one single chance, to convince you that I was simply not of a devious enough nature to come up with such a sly scheme all on my own!
Later, it would come to pass, even though Sarah cried her innocence, she was punished… and I still giggle to think of it all!
My prank had cost us the restaurant. By the time we got downtown, we had little time to eat and what was near the theater would not take us and get us out in time for the concert. Eventually, we walked down the street, blocks away, to find more suitable or open restaurants. In walking, we came across a sushi place, and decided to try it.
What a great experience even that was! It had wonderful, exotic food – mine to cook right at the table on a hot stone, and your meal was scrumptious! And you were enjoying my inhibition, enjoying speaking loudly about spanking me and speaking of my masturbation and my bare bottom… when I reacted, you would simply speak louder. I blushed, I groaned, I hid my face, but you didn’t falter in the least… and I was so excited I could have kissed you right there!
The Yo-Yo Ma concert could only be described as ethereal. The man is truly a musical genius, hands of fluid motion and physical artistry of sound. His own passion soared, uncontained in the symphony. It was magical, and I felt like the most lucky woman in the world, less than fifty feet from this great musician, with all my nerves still ringing from the afternoon on your bed and you beside me with a spirit and command that I could not escape.
The concert was over so soon, and yet I knew it was late… and when it was done and we were heading outside, all I could think was the spanking to come…