Taco Tuesday Happy Hour: A Photo Story

It is Wednesday also know as "Hump Day" in offices across America. And in honor of that, I give you last night's "Taco Tuesday" aftermath. Enjoy. 

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“I didn’t hear you? Were you asking me something?”

“I..I…I ssaid, wha..why are you using your belt? I dd..didn’t do anything wrong.”

The sniffling, the sobbing broken speech.
The snap of the leather upon itself.

“Didn’t do anything? Didn’t do anything?
You didn’t do anything right you irresponsible spoilt litt'...”

“It wwaasn’t my fffault…”

“It wasn’t your fault that you went out without telling me? It wasn’t your fault that you drank too much. On a week day. It’s not your fault that I was worried about you? It’s not your fault that you didn’t respond to my texts?”

“I...I was…”

“Stupid enough to get drunk, be left behind by your friends and rather than call me you call an Uber?”

Snap!
Crack!

A pleading scream.

“I.....jjjust couldn’t find my phone all night. Besides it’s not my fffault..
they were the ones…
I was just dressed up nice and they thought…”

“What are you rambling about?”

All goes silent.
Silence so thick the shuffling of her bare feet in place can be heard.

“C...an, can I go to bed?”

“No!
Bend over and stick that ass out!

Now!
You love to show it off so damm much in those tight dresses,
then put that big ass on display for me.
Now!”

Snap!
Crack!

A delayed scream.

Sniffling.

Snap!
Crack!

"Fawwk!"

“Back against the wall for the last two.
Now bend back over.”

Snap!
Crack!Crack!

A soft steady moan.

“Gawd!
Please can I be done?”

I...I need to pee."

"I should make you stand there, in the corner.
You need to go again thanks to all that drinking."

"Pplease....I really, really need to..."
 
"Go on, before you have an accident.
And go clean yourself up and meet me in bed.”

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“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, sir."

"Are your panties in the hamper or on the bathroom floor?"

"One sec..."



"Good girl. Now come to bed."

A ruffling of sheets.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are Doll. I’m actually sorry I had to whip your cute ass so hard, but you need to learn.”

“I…I acc...I need to… I…”

“Shhh. Just come here. It's okay. It's okay.”

Gentle sniffling.

Moments pass.

“Ah...I...Uhh…”

“Shhh, it's okay. How’s your ass?”

“On fire.
Like I sat on jalepeños.”

“Bwahaha, ha! Good!”

“Ii..t's nnot funny. It hurts.

A lot. Ca…can you rub it for me, please, Sir.”

“Haha. Of course. Come here.”

“I’m...really, I am sorry.”

“I hope so. I think I made my point.
Just be glad you weren’t your usual self and posting countless Instagram or Snapchat pics.”

“Wa..what…whhy?”

“I don’t think you would want to give me any reason to have to teach you a firmer lesson.
There isn’t anything out there right?”

“Nnnooo…uughh...of course not. Like I said I couldn’t even find my phone until the end of the night.”

“Good. I don’t want to have any surprises. Because if there were...
Well, let's just say you just don't want to give me any reason to chase that jalepeño treatment all the way up into your tight lil’ rosebud, ramming it until your ass is really on fire; now would you?"

A gasp, a whimper and a soft shiver.

"It's okay. I'm not doing that.
Not tonight at least, no reason to, right? Right?
 
Just be grateful you didn't earn that treatment tonight too.”

Silence.

"It's okay. Now just go to sleep.
Here turn around, I want to feel the warmth of your spanked ass checks against me.

Shhh. It's okay, I told you. You are done for the night.

Shh, good girl; its okay.”

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"Should we really post it?"
"Why the hell not? It's really funny, they look ridiculous."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure she..."

"Oh well, too late!"

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Let me know your thoughts and if not at least vote because remember dear readers, unlike in the US presidential race your vote matters here! Kidding. Kidding. Sort of.

Oh, Howling Devil

Anyone interested in something just a bit different?
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Someone I can not see
Scatters the newsprint; shoos away the leaves.
Someone I can not see sneaks up on me.

He catches me,
Blinds my face with my own hair;
My hands are full and he takes advantage. 
Pulls the hem of my dress in a wild goose chase.
This way and that,
Here a peak and there a show,
Up, down and all around.
He makes sure they all turn and see as he roars with raspy laughter.

An older women looks at me then forcibly away, annoyed.
A younger one gasps and grabs her own shame.
Only a second of compassion towards me, extended minutes of her own relief;
Grateful to have hidden her cotton whities from all but me.
She doesn't rush to help,
I guess it is every girl for herself as she scampers away.
Well I would hide those threadbare sheer grannies too...
(Yet, I wish I had been so practical.)

 
A handsome guy stops.
He sees only one thing.
He doesn’t see my blushing face, he doesn’t really see my bare legs prance.
I am a deer in headlights as
His eyes travel lower and lower only seeing a vision, a wish fulfilled.
My poor choice leaves my skirt midair.
Flashy, red, barely-there underwear, yet still unable to hide anywhere.

Time stands still,
I'm on full display.
In my head I hear the laughs, but in front of me I see the growing reality of other thoughts.

Time stands still until...

The leaves scatter!
My full sail released at last.
I stomp, I huff, I curse - I just pout.
Oh devilish wind - why - I yell in vain.

Is that a rueful moan answering me or bidding me farewell?
Uncontrollable energy now pin-balling down the street,
Your howling laughter answers;
‘Yoooo, yoooo dared me, so I did.'

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So what did you think? Did you understand what happened?
Surveys below & Comments always welcome.

A Secret, an Update & a Revelation.

Honestly, I can't believe it has been so long since my last post. Well time flies when you are knee-deep dealing with life, right? An almost full range of life issues have been served up, if only to serve as the reminder that the only thing constant is change. 


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An Update
To reiterate, I had every intention of writing sooner, but having my standard of quality over quantity I held back at various opportunities due to limited time. I am forever in awe of bloggers, like Hermione to single out a star student, who manage to post multiple times a week and on consistent schedules. That is an amazing feat and harder than you might think. I am rethinking my standards now and think perhaps an image here and an image there sprinkled with a few observations might be enough to keep your attention; otherwise I fear losing you during these long post gaps. That being said, that proposed new recipe only has potential if anyone is still reading here; which I hope you are. Hello?



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A Secret
So here is a little secret if you are interested. Did I ever tell you about a coworker of mine, whom I shall refer to as Chelsea? 

No? Are you sure? I thought I might have.
 
Regardless; it was a long time ago or so it seems; ages ago or at least 7 years past. This young lady was full of feminine charm, manners and ways. Since we were both managers to a group of even younger greens we often worked closely. We were the same age and perhaps more similar in ways than I had given thought to at the time. Despite our different backgrounds, her often normally prudish ways were stripped away when we were together and relaxed amongst the team.

Although she used to send soft flirtatious signals freely and often; since we were both in serious relationships, I seldom paid the coquettish ways little attention. Unfortunately she was married to an army buddy type who was her mirror opposite and on top of that he reflected a masculine charm best suited for long covert missions deep in the desert - alone.

I often was neither aware of some of her flirtations, nor even realized her actions were obvious to others. That is until one day when the entire team was lunching together. Chelsea seemingly out of nowhere reached for my hand across the table. Holding my hand in hers she began examining and complementing my "long, thick, artistic fingers" eventually pulling and tugging at my middle finger. I thought nothing of it more than simple innocent complements. I was entirely oblivious until one of our coworkers shot out loud "Chelsea!"; shocked as she witnessed Chelsea jerking off my finger.

Take that incident as one example and track down all the other flirtations and perhaps there was more than met the eye. There definitely was if you flash forward a few months after the happy digit incident. We were riding the elevator together just the two of us as she complained and moaned, pouting about her rough day. As we neared our floor she let out her wish, "Gawd, sometimes when I have had enough, when I am frustrated that nothing is going right, I just want to throw myself on the floor in a big temper tantrum."

Without skipping a beat, I advised the obvious "Well you know there is only one effective consequence for behaving like a brat and throwing a temper tantrum..."

She cut me off and smiled nervously "I know and I would be okay with that! I'm okay with it!"

I stopped in my tracks and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest in excitement. Could she be on the same page as I? Could it be that she was into spanking, just like me?! I froze and didn't carry the conversation any further perhaps out of utter disbelief.

Unfortunately, even though the flirtations continued on, new jobs eventually split our paths. I never found out for certain, but I would venture to guess based on so many clues, that she was like-minded.

If I knew then what I know now, would I have taken a different route in my relationship?
Would their have been a joint path?  I still keep in touch vaguely, but she is remarried now.  

Defining the secret clearly, the secret being that I have never shared that elevator story with anyone except for once when I told...

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A Revelation
That brings me to my Revelation, a revelation that I was finally able to see clearly and actually fully verbalize to myself yesterday.

Simply stated:

I am heartbroken. 

Yes. It is true.

My long term relationship, that I have mentioned often here; that relationship as I know it is over and I am heartbroken.

Sorry to disappoint the "manly" readers out there or the readers who think men should not share softer emotions, but just stating my facts; my current reality. Feel free to unfollow now.

 
Last night, I tried to distract myself by drowning my sorrows in visions of Chelsea over my knee. The girl had an ample delicious bottom; the originator of the term 'Duck Butt' if you remember my previous references. 

I just imagine how her ample, pale bottom, bouncy and thick would look with her pale-blue, overstretched panties fighting a losing battle to keep her modesty. The high feminine material of utter transparency would hide nothing and instead highlight the deep crease of her well formed cheeks. At the office, over my knee with her tight skirt pulled high, and panties eventually lowered ever so slowly to half-mast simply to add to the humiliation (and excitement). All before my hand would slap down on her cold pale cheeks in a crescendo of skin on skin contact.

Yes, a truly beautiful vision, but it doesn't seem to help that much. Regardless it is still a nice momentary distraction. And after all aren't momentary distractions why we are here to begin with?