It's funny how things change slowly, almost imperceptibly, and then
suddenly something comes up which highlights the change and you find yourself
recognising it and then, in my case at least, making a bit of a hoo-ha about
it. My husband dropped the bombshell on me over the Christmas period that he
can't see much point keeping the office on and he plans on quitting this year
(didn't say when actually) as he doesn't use the full facilities any more and
says it just isn't necessary, my own desk (the largest in the office) is
hardly ever used in fact it's cluttered with samples which have been in the
same position for weeks, I tend to use Claire's desk when I go in these days
as she works from home now and only calls in for a coffee and a chat. P goes
in most days but admits it's as more habit than a necessity so, with a few
changes to working practices that's what's going to happen.
I had plenty of objections but he had answers, he said the small office upstairs where I store a lot of stock was OK to keep, it was secure and good value and there was a small desk and wifi available, he could move the printer up there and rearrange a few things, it would be fine. I knew what he was saying was true, I just didn't want a chapter of our lives to close. Then I thought about spanking, what about all the lovely office spankings, alarm bells alarm bells!!! god what would I do without them? But when I look back I've hardly been spanked in the office for months, P's cane, which he keeps taped under his desk, has been unused for months. I felt guilty and sad and empty and made a mental note to go in and clear my desk and turn up more often and at regular times.
"What about spankings," I asked. "I mean you know, when you decide I need one, as and when, I mean I'm not saying I need one, just wondered...ahem..(clear throat)..you know."
I thought why not bring it up, I mean they're a consideration too, there's something kinkily attractive about getting spanked in a real office with other people working in the building and pounding the corridors to and from the meeting room or reception or the copier room, whatever........I've many a time rushed red-faced past so-and-so in the corridor pretending I was in a hurry and couldn't stop to chat but really I'd just had a damned good spanking and/or possibly been fucked over one of the desks and wanted to get to the ladies room.
"Well that hasn't been much of a feature lately if you think about it," said my practical spouse, "but if you think it's an issue I can always keep my cane upstairs and who knows, when you're a naughty girl and it happens to be work related, I might order you to be in the office at this or that time and I'll come in especially to deal with the matter."
My heart skipped a beat, all was not lost. In fact the thought appealed, perhaps it won't be so bad, I'm still going to tidy my desk though and make a point of being there a bit more. I doubt if it will make him change his mind but it might get me a few more spankings:)
Have a good week.
Ronnie
xx
