Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Pre Holiday Break: The Gift Bag Note

(UPDATED 12/28)
Hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and if you are like me, which I believe you to be like most honest people, you are breathing a sign of relief that the major holiday hurdle is now over. Even though the holiday season lingers for a few days it is all down hill from here in regards to the pressures and stresses bestowed upon us during this blessed yuletide season. With that, I will now catch you up on some recent holiday events.

In the creative department that I manage, full of young creative ladies, we tend to work up to the days before the holiday break, in order to meet some tight deadlines. This year, once again, originally entailed us working a half day on Christmas Eve in order to stay on schedule and get our projects out. As you can imagine the energy was restless as everyone, myself included, was more than anxious to get things done and ourselves out the door. 

Keep in mind that the days following Thanksgiving begins my seasonal duty of trying to keep the ladies focused and on track through December. Their collective thoughts are on holiday shopping, holiday parties, holiday dresses and on holiday dates. I, your dear narrator, has been appointed this task which equates to basically herding cats or as I like to say keeping cats on task.  

The restlessness is understandable; however let me explain a bit more about the reason for our unnecessary predicament of having to work a full day and later this year! Having to work up to the bitter end prior to the holiday break was brought upon in particular by one young lady who was, to use her own words, "especially slacking". Long story short, let us just say a hard lesson was taught that afternoon.

I am sure anyone in my situation would have done the same as my patience was at wits' end and consequently I lost my temper. Before you accuse me of being a sort of scrooge, be aware that I felt a bit of remorse after the fact. In fact, as is my tradition, as the lovely young ladies departed late that day I handed them each an individually selected gift bag. Moments before their united departure, I quickly scribbled the following note of explanation onto the holiday card that I dropped into the gift bag of the young lady who had been the surprised recipient of my frustration hours earlier.


Dear Caitlyn,

I hope you understand my actions as I am most certain you won't soon forget them. Had you done as I had told you all month long and focused on your work I am sure this most likely wouldn't have happened. 

Perhaps my only regret is that I should have given you a warning before I finally took matters into my own hands. Unfortunately, it was that midmorning coffee break that you found so necessary to take that ultimately led to things breaking; including my patience. As irritated by that coffee break that I was, I was actually willing to let it slide even though you knew we wanted to spend every moment in the office being productive, rather than spending an extended half hour break wasted waiting for your nonfat-eggnog latte with 2 pumps hazelnut, 2 pumps vanilla, 2 pumps caramel, sugared, filled to the top with cream, and double cupped with no sleeve, that you just had to have. 

That put me on edge, but what finally caused me to break was when you came back with that concoction of an overpriced drink and placed it carelessly on top of the table. Then you proceeded to twirl around and show off your holiday dress once again to your coworkers (the fourth time that morning) and in the process knock over that "venti" cup. Yet there may still have been hope of keeping me from entirely going over the edge had the sticky glop of a drink only gone over the table; but when it spilled all over and saturated the 200-page plus sample catalog of color copies that had taken us about 2 days to print -- that is when I lost it…..

What I am really trying to say is that although I am NOT sorry I spanked your ass red and broke my plastic ruler on your bottom  in the process, but rather that I should have possibly thought twice about pulling up your holiday dress and bending you over the color printers in front of all your coworkers! (Oh and as far as ripping your festive red panties in the process of pulling them down.... honestly that isn't entirely my fault.... that sheer material doesn't hold up very well now does it? and really with sheerness like that you might as well have been bare assed!) 

My slight regret and only regret is perhaps I should have waited 'till they left. However, you must admit they all seemed rather eager for you to receive your punishment and none spoke up in your defense as I swung that ruler on your very pert and very pale bottom counting out the strokes; one per ruined catalog page. OK, I must admit I did enjoy seeing your pouting, shocked face as you closed your eyes and simultaneously gripped my leg every time that ruler came down on your cheeks (cheeks framed nicely with your garters and thigh highs). And had I carried out your punishment alone you would not have been subjected to the added embarrassment of seeing smiles and hearing gracious giggles from the ladies when I finally cracked that ruler upon your tight ass.

But on the bright side (much like your bottom) I am sure this all served as a good lesson to you (and the others)! Perhaps at tonight's company holiday party you take time to reconsider all your selfish actions of the past day, especially the nonsense about showing off your new dress next time; yes perhaps you will have plenty of time to  sit and   think about your actions. 


I hope you enjoy the gift. If you stick to your new year's resolutions, perhaps I may not need to show you how it works.

Comments as always are Welcome! 
Also does anyone know the origin of this image 
and if there is more to this set?

Friday, November 16, 2012

Follow Up: Love our Lurkers

Just wanted to follow up on the Love Our Lurkers Day.
As you may already know (or as you can read from my previous post) this awesome online event was created by the talented Blogger named Bonnie
(more details here). This is an opportunity for those visitors to a blog to speak up and introduce themselves and comment. 

Well I am happy to say for my first time around (I missed the date in previous years) I received a few comments, and am very grateful for those who stopped by and spoke up. The stats were definitely high that day so people were still lurking even if they weren't commenting; but perhaps they were new lurkers and if so the more the merrier!

The second half of that previous post was my intent to make commenting for the shy visitors here hopefully that much easier. 

I asked for creative answers to the following questions, based on the original posted picture, in hopes to have your ideas worked into a short post:

1) Where is this flirty adult girl? or how did she get here?
2) Who is she teasing?
3) What color/type of panties is she wearing under that dress? 
4) What should the consequences be for such bratty, teasing behavior?

The Results 
From those who commented it seemed you liked the picture which is a good thing. As far as the rest of the questions......well.... I will answer them myself as to what I pictured when I first saw this image:

1) This is a an adult university student in the school's library who takes her studying seriously, yet knows how to have fun!
2) She is teasing YOU. She has followed you around the maze of bookshelves, from the moment you walked into the university library she has timed your interaction perfectly.
3) This brat must be wearing red panties as deduced by the hint of a red bra strap. No doubt this is a girl who loves to match her undergarments.
4) The consequences? The answer is obvious; is it not?!

What makes the above image extra sexy?
It has a lot to do with the location and the surroundings and the associations. As my friend used to say and summoned up the attraction up nicely -
" A girl who reads?! Hot!"

I have to say that there is something extra special; extra sexy, about an adult girl who is smart and is not afraid to show it. Add a pair of glasses to that beauty and you have just increased the e-factor by 5.

I praise you Young Lady for spending your evenings and weekends in the library studying hard in order to get good grades. 

I also appreciate the fact that you like to have fun too. In fact, I also know that you love to distract yourself from your studies by reading naughty books and getting yourself all hot and bothered so much so in fact that those books give you crazy ideas. 

Crazy ideas such as flashing your ass to a lucky library patron....

However, Young Ladyno one likes a tease! Thus it is best I take you home now to a one-on-one tutoring session in the comfort of your living room and as a result get a clearer view of your panties. Hmmm, cheeky red lace panties on a perfect bottom demands my close attention. 

Yes, Miss Smarty Pants (or shall I say Miss Smarty Panties?), it is time you learned first hand about the firm punishment for ignoring your studies and the stiff consequences for being such a tease.

For your sake Young Lady; by the time you return to your studies tomorrow, I do hope that the University Library has upgraded from those cushion-less chairs to something more forgiving to a well spanked, red swollen bottom. 

But then again, your lesson might best be fully learned only after an extended 12-hour day of sitting on one of those cold, extra stiff, splintery wooden oak chairs. What do you think Young Lady?

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Love our Lurkers 7

Greetings Lurkers and a few brave souls 

So apparently 7 years ago the talented and very smart blogger Bonnie created this online event that she called Love Our Lurkers Day. This awesome event is an opportunity for those visitors to a blog to speak up and introduce themselves and comment. She explains it so much more clearly than I here in case you want to read it in her own words.

I know it can be intimidating commenting on a blog as it took me quite a long time to get comfortable doing it. Remember the life of a young blogger can be solitary not knowing weather s/he is connecting with his or her audience; thus the importance of feedback. 

I hope you all take advantage of this opportunity today to say hello and:

1) Tell me you name (doesn't have to be your real name)
2) Where you are visiting from
3) How often you come here?  
4) What if anything in particular brings you back and /or 
what you would like to see more of?

Still too much to ask of you?
And for those of you who are still shy I offer you the following game, an opportunity in fact.

The most creative answers to the following questions will have their ideas worked into a short post:

1) Where is this flirty adult girl? or how did she get here?
2) Who is she teasing?
3) What color/type of panties is she wearing under that dress? 
4) What should the consequences be for such bratty, teasing behavior?

Last, but not Least
To all the brave souls who have visited here and commented in the past I Thank You as it honestly means a lot to me and invite you to comment again when you can.

In the words of Walt Disney himself, "To all who come here....Welcome"


Friday, November 2, 2012

Halloween Memories

Hope everyone had a good Halloween!

My Halloween festivities were dampened by various worries and issues, but none the less keeping true to the mission of this blog I am here to spread some everyday joy.

My imagination goes wild this time of year as Halloween is one of my favorite times of the year! As I have said before; all those sexy costumes have my mind going on overload thinking of spanking all those adult costumed girls!

A few years ago I received a phone call from a friend on Halloween.  What makes this such a memorable phone call was that although we are now friends, she was merely a work acquaintance at the time. We had only worked together on a few varied projects together as we were not employed by the same company, but we had hit it off from the start. 

We will call her C for the sake of identification. C was a young, attractive petite Russian blond full of energy, all topped with succulent pouty lips.  I was in the office past 2:00pm on Halloween getting ready to make my way out of the office early; when the phone rang. I hesitated to answer as I could not wait to get out onto the city streets to view the costumed beauties on their way to various parties and events. I picked up the phone and instantly she began talking in a combine run-on series of sentences and comments and simultaneous observations.

"Hi ! It is me C ! Glad you are still there. 
I was worried you had already left...."

She rambled on telling me how excited she was that she had just found out that we were to be working on another project together in the next few weeks.  This was her fluid method of speaking, seldom pausing. When she did manage to pause in order catch her breath, I wedged in a word politely agreeing that I too was looking forward to working together, but at the moment I was trying to get out the door.

"Oh I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you late. I know how it is...trying to leave work... I left early...about an hour ago."

"Where are you calling me from?" I asked, not having noticed any hint of a cell phone reception.

"Oh, I am on my way to the pharmacy".

"Are you driving?" I started to tense up at the irresponsibility. "You are calling me while you are driving?"

She noticed my tone change "Don't worry. I am parked now and running into the pharmacy."

"Well I should run to. I have to get home and change into my costume..."

"Oh I know. I am already changed. I changed in the car at work...into my costume."

"You changed into your costume at work? in your car?"

I could hear her breathing... thinking "That was probably a bad idea right?"

"Ahh...Someone could have seen you."

" I know right?!" 

She continued on unfazed, chatting as she walked and honestly I wasn't really listening. My mind had stopped at the thought of her changing out of her business clothes into her costume in her car and in possible full view of any pedestrians walking past.  I saved that thought to be recalled as a nice visual for later that night, but honestly I was too preoccupied with shutting down my laptop and grabbing my jacket in order to get out the door to really focus. 

"What are you 
dressed up as anyways?"
 I asked packing my laptop into my messenger bag.

"Oh I am dressed as a nurse."

I immediately pictured a PG Rated attractive costume; nothing too short or too tight.

"Is it short?" I half joked not suspecting she would be wearing anything risque.

" is very slutty looking." and then she giggled. 

I literally dropped the phone. I wasn't expecting that response.

"It is slutty looking how??" I stumbled on my words and using her words to attempt to cover my shock.

"I made it myself. Sewed it up and everything. I always make my costumes...although this is really tight so the seams might need to be redone."

I was speechless.

"I really should whisper...this little old lady just gave me a dirty look" she literally whispered.

"Where are you?"

"I told you. I am in the neighborhood pharmacy...the Russian 

"Is the old lady not happy with your costume?" 

"No I think she heard me say 'slutty'"  and then she giggled.

"Are you wearing thigh-highs?"

"Of course" she replied matter of factly. "Well, not the kind with the garters and suspenders, just the stay up thigh-high kind...with heels."

"Oh..." that was as much as I could get out. I was now in shock. Here was this gorgeous girl dressed in a naughty nurse outfit and describing her costume to me while she was walking around a pharmacy in said costume.

"So how short is the dress?"


"Can you bend over?"

She giggled again "Of course. I have underwear on."

That wasn't quite what I was asking, but was taken by her candidness.

She then dropped her voice again "The Babushka is asking me something in Russian. Hold on....
Nyet. Nyet."

I heard a muffled conversation in half English and half Russian. C was Russian American and her Russian was often choppy at best.

"I am back. She is scaring me. She was pulling my arm and asking me something. She wass saying something about the war and when she was a nurse and my 'indecent uniform'. I really think she can't see very well and thinks I am a real nurse. 

Hold on again. Sorry, the Pharmacist just called my name"

I was waiting patiently on the phone wishing I was there in the little neighborhood store with C.

"Okay I am back. I have to sit and wait for the order to be filled." 

"At least you'll be less noticeable when you sit down."

"Sort of"

"Sort of??...Can anyone see you panties while you are sitting"

"No...... Wait...yeah, the old ladies sitting across from me can, but its OK - they are white."

"Whose white? The old ladies."

"No, silly. The old ladies are Russian. My panties are white."

I had no response as my mind could not comprehend her logic. Not that I was trying very hard to understand as I was stuck on the added visual.

"What kind of white panties do you have on? The ruffly multi-layered kind"

"No not those. You know the kind.... the accurate ones, real-nurse kind of panties. You know - white sheer panties. "

I nearly fell. Thankfully my chair caught my fall as my rush to end the call had left me.

"Hold on. The Babuska is raising her voice at me." There was muffling sound and then inaudable voices and raised tones and then....

In a frenzied voice C rattled off a scene
She just old me I am an insult to the mother country...and to the war?!! Something about not being decent enough? She is nuts! 

She threatened to strip this uniform off least that is what I think she meant. 
Can you believe that?!! 

I need to get out of here. Where s my order?!"

The phone was still on and I could hear C arguing now with someone in the background. At first I thought it was the pharmacy employees about her order, but then I heard C raising her voice in Russian.

"...Wwhattt the........DDDon't!!!!....Nyet! Nyet!"

That was the last clear thing I heard C say, then the sudden muffled sounds of a struggle. Then suddenly the unmistakable clear sounds of cloth tearing followed by an audible pout. 

A scream.


The fading sound of click-clacking heels on polished floors.

Then the phone went dead.

Regardless of how "slutty" she may have thought her costume was; what C truly regretted most as she ran out the Pharmacy that day, was choosing to wear those "authentic" panties because as she well knew, and countless others soon learned, "real nurses" always wear white panties.  Sheer white panties whose transparency becomes entirely evident out in the bright sunlight.

Comments always welcome. 

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Tourist Lesson

Lesson learned and lessons to be learned

Students  - Let us begin today's field trip lesson. 

 - This fair City is a tourist destination. 
 - This City attracts a healthy amount of tourists year round.
 - This City is located in a large state.

Uhum.....Young lady.....please listen up.

 - This large state has both warm and cool climate regions.

  - Just because my fair City is located in said state does not automatically mean it is located in the warm climate region.

As you can all witness for yourselves here today, tourists (and some fellow classmates) visit this region thinking it is identical to the other sunnier region of the state and thus dress in inappropriate attire for the weather...

Uhum - again.....Young lady... yes YOU in the pink dress.
OK then, since you seem eager to talk; how about you answer me this question -
What happens when You assume?
No idea?

You make an ASS out of U and perhaps me. 
Or better said in your case, You display your Ass for all to see.

Enjoying the sights are you?
Oh and the cold cool breeze as well?
Good. Good. I am glad.  

By the way, I need you to look over towards your right....

Yes surprise! 
You have just aided your fellow classmates and countless tourists in capturing a spectacular view ... a spectacular view of your rather cute ass.  No need to push your dress down now; I wouldn't want your  fashion sense to go to waste. I am most certain, not every girl can match as well as you. I am sure it took you quite a bit of time and talent to match those pink panties with that pink dress. 

Your fashion design teachers will be proud. In fact, if you need a copy of the picture to hand in with your fashion report final, I am sure you can ask any one of the countless tourists here or any of your two dozen classmates, who at least 1 in 5 seem to have snapped your picture, to email you a copy.

What is that? You are not making sense young lady... please slow down... you are mumbling. What are you rambling on about?

Pink?.......bottom?... "embarrassed"? You are embarrassed? 
Oh "em.bare.assed"?..... That is a good word. 
Yes, young lady you ARE for all intents and purposes "bare assed".

What? Embarrassed by some fashion faux pas? You are mumbling again.
What is that you are saying....Oh, you are embarrassed that your ass is not matching the same color as your panties or dress?  Is that what you are wound up and worried about?

Not to worry, I can take care of making sure you match through and through. In fact, I can take care of that right here and now via a good bottom warming. In fact, your fashion design girlfriends can even help decide when I have reached the right shade of pink. 

While we are at it, why don't we ask the tourists for their input? If we can understand what they are saying that is.  Something about "more...more color needed?...more?" Unfortunately, I am not a foreign language teacher and I often confuse 10 with 12... or did they say 20.....