A call last week from a colleague, pleading for assistance. He’s running an away-day for his team next month: would I mind helping with some of the coaching?
Happy to store up favours requiring future reciprocation, I agreed. The note popped into my inbox later in the day from his PA, comfirming my role as a ‘mentor’ for the event.
Little do they realise that that particular term has entirely different connotations in the circles in which I move! I wonder if I’ll be allowed to deploy any traditional techniques?
Rather naughtily, I then sneaked a peak at a pack of PowerPoints for the course, that had been abandoned next to a printer. It seems that the opening exercise is to include that old training cliche,
“Tell the other attendees something that none of them could know about you.”
OK, where to start?
“I want to cane Jenny”, the cutest member of his team?
“I spank my wife”?
“I write a naughty blog”?
Good to know there’s someone else out there with a secret life having kinky thoughts at work. Today my husband and I taught a workshop on the sourdough bread baking, and there was a girl there, about my age, who looked in this interesting way, with auburn hair and dark eyes, and for some reason the whole time I kept imagining her nice firm bottom in a kinky set up. I swear this is the first time this happens to me at work! I am just getting naughtier by day.
I really think I might be tempted to respond “I like to be spanked” if I was ever in that situation, because these days I know it wouldn’t bother me and I’d just LOVE to see everyone elses faces! I imagine they would be even better than when I noticed people watching me in a department store as I was happily swishing a cooking spatula through the air and testing out the ‘smack’ on my thigh! That wasn’t done deliberately though, I just got a little carried away by my own thoughts
Amber – I can’t imagine any day, work or otherwise without a multitude of kinky thoughts, there are just so many things out there which lead to them…
Like seeing a nice sturdy hairbrush in a drug store or a bamboo cane in a gardening center. Most of the time I just have to take them in my hand ^^
Perish the thought but..what if Janey has been sneaking a peak at spanking blogs on a daily basis, and has put two and two together?……Talk about your interest in history and historical buildings if you must, but the ‘holier than thou’ image works a treat. You must trust me on this!!!(Last words borrowed from Merryl Streep in ‘Out of Africa)
Chross: My husband just sneaked a peep over my shoulder and noticed your post. He said to tell you, why both with one when they oome in packs of 20 in varying diameters.
And by the way, I am beginning to think that there are more interested people out there than we think….There is a tall good looking dark Indian boy working p/t at the local supermarket. If I’m feeling a bit like I deserve a treat, I’ll get a few (OK, more than a few) chocolate covered bullets in a bag to eat on the way home. But this guy had the audacity to hold up the bag before putting them through and say, “And who is going to eat these? Naughty! Naughty!” Now I’d like money on the fact that he is one of us.