Friday, March 23, 2018

Curious?

So here we, are almost at the end of March; at the end of Winter. Apparently we are now officially in Spring. Not that it feels like it around here or around most of the US of A for that matter. Blustery and cold in most places. I am a fan of the transitions between seasons, but not feeling that energy; at least not yet. It has been clearly absent. What I am feeling is an overall lingering heaviness weighing everything down…

But enough of that.


That is not why you come here, right?

Right! - Onward!

Since March is unofficially Ask Me Anything Month in this little corner of the blogosphere, I thought I would seize that opportunity vs. trying to post another story or some random thoughts. I will say that this year a lot more Bloggers are participating in the “Ask Me Anything/Question & Answers” posts which is great. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to spend much time reading the answers let alone asking any questions myself, but it is still great to see the enthusiastic participation.

So, have you been up late at night wondering about time and space, and how to escape a black hole? Because apparently you can. Ever wondered what it is like to swallow four raw eggs out of a pint glass for breakfast? Health benefit or salmonella risk? Ever questioned why the desert at night feels colder than a night in the woods on a mountaintop?

No? Never wondered about any of that?
Really?


Or rather have you simply been curious about the author of this inquisitive blog; curious about this man whose many underlying failed goals include attempting to understand the female species? Ever been intrigued as to the inspirations behind the stories? If so, here is your chance to ask. You might be surprised by the answers I do have and not so much by the ones I don't have.

I am open to answering most questions so go ahead and ask away. I will do my best to answer your inquiries and if there is more than one, I will answer them in one future summary post.


Just a fair warning, Ladies. Remember to always be polite or else.


 

The sun may be shining this weekend for the first time in a long time and you don't want to spend it in bed nursing a sore bottom...or do you?



 

Monday, March 12, 2018

Daylight Savings Time: Revisted

I searched the archives to bring you this little treat. I originally published this in my early blogging days. Not sure if any of you would remember it, but I am re-sharing it now, updated and edited in hopes of it brightening your day. Please let me know if it does just that.
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Daylight Savings Time – you either love it, hate it or simply fail to understand it. Regardless of your overall opinion of it, if you live in North America and reside in the majority of the US states then you are required to observe it. 

The Monday following the "spring forward" government enforced routine is always an interesting day. The morning commute in particular stands out as something out of the routine with the subway commute crowd being easily categorized into three camps. 

The first being the yawners, a group missing their sleep so desperately they are yawning from Point A to Point B continuously. If this wasn't bad enough, the effect (an issue that scientists have yet to explain properly) is contagious yawing running rampant. You end up with a disconcerting scene; a train full of commuters seemingly impatiently waiting widemouthed for their dental exams. However, the silver lining of this is the occasional feminine sleepy-head whose widemouth creates a tempting visual. 

The second group is the grumps; deeply bitter about being up an hour earlier and choose to take it out on all those they encounter. Someone has taken something from them and they want it back. No amount of caffeine seems to tame their beasts within. Just steer clear. Granted there are always other remedies for the sleep-deprived bitchiness.

The final group is the pokeys. This group is habitually late as is, but now toss in Daylight Saving Time into the equation and they are then thrown into a full tailspin. The pokeys are usually characterized by young ladies who barely managed to get out the door and onto the train; but finish up their morning routines onboard. This routine which consists of switching from random, first pair seen shoes into office heels, to putting on miscellaneous accessories and concluding with the art of applying full makeup on a moving vehicle. (This traveling applying of makeup has always worried me…an unexpected bump or sudden stop on the train and these girls will poke their eyes out.) All primping done in a race against the clock, how much can be done before their train stop. This group is my personal favorite and exemplified by the young ladies in my office for with a bit of guidance I think they can learn. Or perhaps not.

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Experience has taught me to prepare myself for the impending office disaster of late arrivals on the morning after Daylight Savings Time. Today I am well prepared. In fact, I have done extra sets of reps to get my arms nice and prepped. In fact, I also worked on my swing yesterday in preparation for this morning. 

Why you ask?

As my creative department of young ladies either drag themselves in a disheveled mess 30 minutes tardy or rush in 90 minutes late, they will all have one thing in common by the end of the day. 

What is that you ask?

Not the non-fat lattes half finished before coming into the office.
Not the mismatched shoes or half tucked-in blouses.

They will all have paid a visit to my office where they will have been served a well earned firm reminder to not dare be late tomorrow.




"He is not in a good mood. He bent me over my desk 
the minute I walked into the office.
Another reason I hate having a cubicle; 
anyone could have seen me! 

Now, I don't even want to pull up my pantyhose, or even sit down -
I'm afraid it will hurt too much."




"Sorry hon, but yeah, he spanked me too! 
Once for every minute I was late! 
30 minutes, 30 swats - it felt like forever!
My ass is throbbing.

Yeah, Jennifer is in there with him now. 
Poor thing I can hear her screaming from way out here!
I don't know why, but have you noticed he is always extra hard on her."


"Owww! Owww - it stings!
Yessss... I will set my alarm early! 
Stop....Owww...Ii...wwon't forget!
Owww.....please stop, it hurts so much!
Gawwd...owww...pppl..."




"At least we are all in dress code!
Wait till Lesley comes in she always forgets to wear tights!"
"Oh yeah, so true!
That always gets him fuming.
Imagine being late AND not wearing tights...

Yeah, she is going to definetly get the worst of it.
Damm, her ass is going to throbbing from here 'til next Monday!"

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"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes Lesley.
Hmm, actually I thought we only needed to 
discuss you being 90 minutes late.
However, in your lack of haste to get here on time today, 
you also somehow neglected to put on your PANTY–hose.

Fortunately, I have some managerial techniques to share with you
that will undoubtedly help with your overall absentmindedness."



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So who was late this morning? Anyone? Really?



I do hope you enjoyed that ever so brief story and don't forget to vote or comment, it really only takes a second.







Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Random Thoughts at the Watercooler

Here we are mid-week. Another Wednesday already and therefore I felt the need to take a break and say hello at least. Get up off your chair, stretch your legs and walk on over here for a quick break at the water-cooler to discuss some random thoughts and observations.



I have been rather busy and unable to find the time to publish a couple more stories, but based on the last two posts, perhaps that is for the better. Those stories, The Gift parts I & II, seemed to have missed the mark anyways based on the response. I imagine some readers, who don’t share all my same exact "other interests", were possibly turned off by one of the pictures that alluded to our heroine in a compromising position and assumed something happens in the story that did not. Or perhaps it was simply they were not enjoyable stories; as I am still surprised by which of my stories seem to gather more attention over others which I would think would be the more popular choices.

Wednesday is a special day of the week I like to refer to as “Hump Day”, but I'm not offering anything that sexy today (we are at work after all). Instead, I offer you the opportunity to create some sophomoric thoughts and simplistic smiles thanks to the following tails. If you have been around here long enough, you are well aware that my love of windblown skirts is only topped by my love of spanking (And somewhere in there is 
my love of pin-up girls as well.)

Two things to keep in mind as you listen to these episodes. One, “Woe is she born on Wednesday" and two, Wednesday is really “Winds-Day” when referencing the disagreeable nature of weather as noted by the great philosopher Pooh.

Now, for your consideration, are the resulting episodes of either innocent intentions which were not thought out entirely or situations were innocents themselves were simply at the whim of nature.

So what do you think, are our girls here full of woe today?

I'd like to think they are at least full of embarrassed woe. Why? Partially, because it makes me smile just seeing these unstaged, truly accidental wind-related embarrassing situations.

The other reason - which you might be able to relate to better - is imagining the growing apprehension of each of these young ladies at realizing that they may be dragged home at any moment and given a thorough spanking for their careless actions.

Regardless of how sophomoric my reactions might be, I need the smiles.


Silly tourists who don't heed the weather reports.
Perhaps the locals don't believe the weather reports either.

























It was Stephanie's idea to take the celebratory grand opening picture,
reminding everyone to dress up.
She wanted to make sure her entusiasm showed.
More than her enthusiasm was obvious.



Sure, Gina, I'll take a picture of you appearing to be carried away.
Why don't you jump to make it look more realistic?





I apperently can never say it enough, "Cristy, put the damm phone down!"
Maybe you should be worried about other things...