Thursday, March 14, 2013

Daylight Savings Time

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"I don't wannna go!!!"
She stood there simultaneously pouting and biting her nails in an awkward stand off with her supervisor.

"Excuse me? I don't think that was an option." her normally easy going supervisor was genuinely confused as he stared at his twenty-something designer in disbelief of her immature reaction.

"Can't I just make up the time later this month or you deal with me?" she offered up an alternative as she simultaneously attempted to walk around her (up until this morning) all-time favorite manager to get to her desk. 

"Honestly Jess I neither have the time to deal with you this morning nor the patience..." He folded his arms and spread his legs to make himself wide in the doorway blocking her passage to the open office area.

"Butt...butt..." her mind scrambled for some rational negotiation, but he didn't look like he was interested in hearing anything. 

"Go down there NOW before I get  upset." he pointed towards the hallway door. "It is not like this is the first time you were ever late."

He was right about that and had been more than fair in the all too many past instances. She turned around, stopped and took a deep breath.

"NOW!" he demanded and reenforced the order with a solid full palm spank on her plump rear.

"Oh!" was her startled response as she glanced over her shoulder, hiding her subtle coy smile and then made haste towards downstairs to the Human Resources Department and to the office of Ms. Knudson.

Ms. Knudson was a very tall and very stern, athletic forty-something New Zealand transplant who seemed to love scolding and reprimanding the young female hires, in particular those in the design department. They in turn, hated it and dreaded the secretly nick-named "Amazon's" office at the end of the long hallway, her long lectures and her so-called young executive training methods.

Jess was met by one of Ms. Knudson's typical and intentionally offensive greetings just outside her office "Well, well, well; look what pussy dragged herself in." 

Jess grimaced and knew that the supposedly incorrect lost in translation saying was fully intentional to get a rise out of her. 

"Hmmm...That is the saying is it not? I never seem to get those American saying down right. Late again Jessica...hmm how typical." 

"I was sent down because I was late again, but honestly it is not my fault. I totally forgot about daylight savings time. I hate mornings, early mornings especially, don't you? And besides I've never understood daylight savings time anyways. Do you? Do you even have that in New Zealand? So I was running a little bit late and then my boyfriend made me later and then the bus.....ahhhhh!"

Ms. Knudson grabbed Jess by the nape of her neck and slammed the young petite employee chest first against the wall.

"So we had a little morning quickie did we? Is that why you are late?" she leaned in against the young employee and breathed in taking in the scent of fresh wet hair.

"No!!...Is that even an appropriate question?... I wasn't feeling well last night. I still don't. That was the main reason I overslept." Jess protested.

"Hmm..sick...Well I can send you across town to the doctor's office to have them confirm if you are sick or faking it, but that would most likely take all day and if you are not feeling well that would just be a wasted day. A waste of company money. We wouldn't want that now would we?" She explained as she moved one hand to Jess's lower back while keeping the other hand on her neck.

"No. I guess not." Jess answered uncertain if there was any correct answer.

"No I think it best for all involved and in the best interest of company costs, that I deal with the matter of confirming your story myself. Don't you?"

With that the Human Resources Director forcibly yanked down Jess's flowery spring skirt in a single tug, snapping the solitary button in the process. The thin material fell onto the carpeted floor of the deserted hallway like a wounded dove. Jess let out a gasp and then gulped as she felt the thin waistband of her white sheer panties being pulled back to full stretch. Looking over her shoulder Jess could see Ms. Knudson taking in the view. She then felt her panties being unceremoniously wrenched down upon themselves until at mid-thigh. Jess's face flushed with embarrassment as her bottom was now fully exposed and the sudden exposure to the freezing air conditioning caused instant goose bumps to her entire pale rear-end.

"Now let us see what is the best course of action is for little liars."

"I am not lying!" Jess protested and pushed herself away from the wall only to be stopped by a cold hand on her naked bottom.

"Hush! As far as I am concerned this is long overdue and trust me I won't be soft on you like your manager. Shall we begin by confirming fake illness and then move on to necessary discipline?"

Jess felt the feminine hand caress her bottom, seemingly sizing it up, and then the manicured fingernails moved down her bare bottom in a spidery walk. Once they reached the bottom of her cheeks the true size of the amazonian fingers became suddenly obvious to Jess; a large finger spread her soft cheeks apart on a determined exploratory probing mission.

Friday, March 8, 2013

No Good Deed...

I hope you are all still enjoying this blog as a distraction to troubled times and as an escape from the mundane.  

I have a couple of stories waiting to publish here, but have been hesitant due to the stories involving a bit more forceful punishments than just a traditional spanking. Any preference on story styles one way or another? This is another reason why feedabck is so important. 

Some people may think I am a bit too strict and occasionally tough on my girls. Well the reason for my actions should not be mistaken for abuse, but rather put in the context that I care for them and am trying to help them improve themselves. Remember above all things I pride myself in being a gentleman as demonstrated through countless everyday acts. In fact, let me share another example of my chivalry that happened just this morning (and something to keep this in mind when you read those other more forceful posts).

These are typical March days that start with cold and breezy mornings and occasionally allow for the sun to break through in late afternoon. Afternoons are sunny and bright but far from warmer. The office girl fashion is still in winter uniform as few girls venture to welcome the afternoon sun by sporting anything short or less than three layers. This being true of most office girls except for the young and newly relocated to my lovely city....

Inexperience, youth and short dresses  - a recipe for entertaining disaster.

Within the third part of my pilgrimage of my multi-tiered commute, I was walking to my office when my eyes beheld a young beauty walking towards me. I immediately noticed her long legs in thin patterned black hose disappearing into tall heeled boots. She wore a thin cardigan sweater that was obviously no match for the morning cold and not much use as a cover to her short black shirt dress. 

I smiled and met her green eyes with a pleasant good morning. She returned an innocent yet possibly flirtatious smile, but audibly said nothing as she became preoccupied with detangling her headphones from amongst her auburn hair. 

As she walked past me, I did my customary rear view check and I was more than pleasantly surprised; I was shocked.

Not only was this young lady showcasing a cute duck butt in the making, but her lace-trim powder blue cheeky panties were staring back at me! 

She had black tights on, but they were so taught and sheer around her cute bottom that they were nearly transparent. What was going on you ask? Well her light dress had somehow got caught underneath her large purse backpack and thus the full exposure show. 

So what did I do? After snapping out of my daze and snapping a few pictures I ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She hesitantly removed her earphones as she took a step back; an obvious reaction to some random stranger on the street stopping her. I am sure she was  regretting exchanging smiles with me a few seconds earlier now pondering who knows what I was about to confront her with.

"Your skirt is stuck" I blurted out.

"What??" she glanced down saw nothing unusual, then stared at me like I was up to something. I motioned to the back of her skirt and she did an instant reach behind her grasping for her skirt hem. Not finding it where it should be, she realized what was going on and tugged her skirt down.

"Oh...oh! Thanks." she replied as she started turning red.

"Your backpack must have caught it somehow" I responded attempting an intro to jointly decipher the cause. She had no interest in figuring out the cause of her embarrassment, but instead made haste across the street corner.

The whole incident sort of reminded me of this commercial:

I wonder how long the girl I helped out had been walking like that, exposing her cute bottom and panties to fellow pedestrians and drivers as well? Had she walked all the way from home, or on the bus or rode the train and continued down the street like this? Oblivious to the catcalls and comments due to her earphones drowning out the city noise. I wonder how far into her day she would have gone before someone told her?

Well I did my good deed, wouldn't you agree?

Never the less, all day I have been preoccupied thinking I wish the story would have played out differently. Let me know if you want to hear about it.