Every Minute That You're Late
Originally written in 2012
I was to meet him at 5pm.
There was a fetish party to attend and he would only allow me to wear a latex dress and 7 inch heels. The heels I had but I’d never owned latex before. We were to meet so that he could pick the dress I was to wear and then we would attend the party.
I knew even before I left my apartment that I would be late. I texted him.
Sheena: The trains run crazy on Sunday. I’m going to be 15 minutes late.
Mister: OK
[silence. I knew something else was coming. I knew disappointing him was not allowed.]
Mister: You will get a swat with MY riding crop for every minute that you keep me waiting after 5:15pm.
[his riding crop is more fierce than mine]
Sheena: Yes sir.
[I could have arrived at 5:14pm with the timing of the trains. Instead, I intentionally arrived at 5:32pm.]
Mister: What’s the score?
Sheena: 17 swats!
It was a good night.
How many minutes would you have been late?
Sheena LaShay is a Wild Magical Woman, Intellectual Sensual Shaman, and Creative Artist. She writes for SheenaLaShay.com, Owning Pink, Verizon Wireless, Bodybinds and is the Co-President of the Pole Dancing Bloggers Association.
