Some Days...

Some days it feels so good to be evil.

The other night I mentioned something to Rook about the Evil Cowgirl. Much to my surprise I'd never told him that little story from my past.

When I was eight or nine some new boys moved into the house behind mine. Now... our neighborhood didn't have any girls with whom I could play, so I was forced to play with the new boys. The one who was my age was so smart and cute that I just lovvvved him immediately. When we played, I was always the group leader (now, can you imagine that?) and, as such, used to make them play good guys and evil cowgirl in our clubhouse. I, of course, was the evil cowgirl and they were the good guys I was forced to capture and tie up so they couldn't take me away. I'd keep them tied up til they begged me to let them go. Even after he begged, I wouldn't let the one loose that I liked - not until he promised to be my boyfriend and do what I said.

It's funny how stories like this stir up fantasies in the minds of submissive boyfriends ;) We've talked about it a couple of different times since that night and he confessed he has found himself at odd moments wondering what it would have been like to have known me way back then and how that sort of play would have effected him. I admit I've wondered quite a bit lately if that play triggered something kinky in the minds of those little boys and if they all remembered. Had it effected their adult lives any? Were they perhaps a bit kinky too? My brothers are still friends with them, but only one is single and as such, he is the only one I've ever really teased about it since we've been grown. Even then, I only briefly mentioned it to him and spoke of how much fun we all use to have playing. He agreed it was one of his fondest memories but the discussion never went any farther.

Today I spent the day with my parents, my brother, his wife, Bill, and their daughters. Usually when my brother visits from out of town some of the old gang will stop by to see him and catch up on everything. Today was no exception.

K stopped by with his wife and two young (and very rowdy) boys in tow. Since we were already outdoors grilling (it was a beautiful day), it was natural that the boys began playing with my youngest niece. The adults sat around talking and laughing but mostly watching the kids play. As children will, they soon began to fight about what they wanted to do. A truly mischievous idea crossed my mind and at first I told myself I couldn't do it. I shouldn't do it. Who was I kidding? After all that talk this week about the Evil Cowgirl I had to do it!

I had my oldest niece run and get the jump rope stored in the garage. I then gathered the kids around and told them I knew of a really fun game they could play. I deliberately positioned myself so that I could see their parents' faces as I began to explain all about "good guys and the evil cowgirl". The kids thought it was a terrific idea (especially my six year old niece who is the bossiest child I've seen since.. well, probably me.) As I spoke I watched the faces of K and his wife. Seriously - it was one of life's priceless moments. First K's face began to get a little red and he gave a quick glance at his wife. She in turn began to get a little red and gave a nervous little giggle. When she did I couldn't help it, I had to lower my head to hide my smile. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. After I regained my composure, I looked up and K shrugged his shoulders rather sheepishly and gave me a slow wink and nod. They knew I knew and I'm pretty sure they suspect about me. Given the fact that we were surrounded by children and my *very* conservative family nothing else was said, but I fully expect a phone call later in the week. Who knows, I may have just found another kinky couple in the middle of the conservative heartland ;)