Or so a toilet paper advertisement proclaimed yesterday, sending me and one of my flatmates into complete stitches. We'd just been talking about playing and thought it was very forward thinking of the manufacturer to be so public about things. After all, life can be tough on bottoms - soreness, bruises, stripes, humiliation, having to explain about the awful fall you had when someone spots your marks in the gym changing room...it's a hard life!
That hasn't been the only startle this week. A very fit work colleague bought whips up twice in one day - once threatening to whip me with a laptop cable if I didn't get his report done quickly enough, and later suggesting I might whip delegates at a training event I'm running if they aren't on time. I laughed innocently - I'm not sure purring and saying yes please would constitute 'professional behaviour'...The question boys and girls is do we think he's kinky? And if he is what are the odds of me running into him when out clubbing? And if that happened should I let him spank me?