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Private Thoughts
(of a Tardy Girl)
its 11:30 am at the office of SpankSpank.com,
our online spanking magazine. i'm tari, the story coordinator and
a contributing editor
there's a pillow on my desk chair. my eyes are swollen and my behind
is very red. i was late for work six times in the past two weeks,
so while everyone else was enjoying the morning coffee break, i
was in a special meeting with the webmaster
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sometimes i really hate working for an online spanking magazine
pout
i guess i deserved it
i'd slept through my alarm clock's valient efforts from 6:45 until10
~ not surprising since i'd gone to bed at 5am ~ and finally skidded
to my desk a little after 10:30
again
i was just in time to see the rest of the staff coming out of the
board room after the daily creative meeting. my hair was still damp
from the shower, my mascara smudged from being applied at red lights,
and i'm pretty sure i only had liner on my left eye. i desperately
needed 5 minutes of privacy in my cubicle to finish my make-up,
rehook my bra ~ right side out this time ~ and generally finish
waking up.
so of course thats when suzy walked in. she is such a self
satisfied catty little ....
"Hi Tari. What happened this time ~ another power failure?"
wow! look how her face pinches up when she
smirks.
"I think we should all chip in and get you a wind up alarm clock
since your condo seems to be on a third world power supply."
"Very cute, Suzy. But for your information I was here at 2 minutes
after 9. I didn't come in to the meeting because I know how intense
they are on mondays and I didn't want to interrupt the flow."
gosh, i am such an inept liar!
"Uh-huh. Sure you were. You might want to sort of swivel your sweater
around ~ its on backwards, Sweetie. Anyway, it's too bad you missed
the meeting ~ you were the main topic."
i think she actually meowed that time.
i stripped off my sweater, checked the label and was back into it
in under 10 seconds, hoping she hadn't noticed my inside out bra.
"For being TWO minutes late? Oh c'mon now, Suzy~Cat. Even you could
find better things to gossip about if you really tried."
i think i actually hissed it.
"Nope. Anyway, Sugar, Robert wants a private meeting with you. And
you know what that means!"
she purred the words with a chesire grin.
"The video guy suggested filming it. You know how well real spankings
go over with the viewers? It would be just perfect for the clip
of the week!"
smirk smirk smirkity smirk
her smirk matched the rythm of her black pumps on the tile as she
sashayed across the hall to her own space. damn~she didn't even
catch my witty "suzy cat" stab.
watching her perfect size 2 designer dressed body walk off on 3
inch heels left me feeling even more discheveled.
i adjusted my plaid miniskirt, pulled up my knee socks and reached
for my make up bag.
robert popped his head in.
"Got a minute Tari?"
i could feel suzy's feline gaze as i flipped
my phone to voice mail and headed off to face the boss. and the
music.
he closed his office door, gave me a quick hug hello, and sat behind
his desk.
"Is everything okay Tari? You didn't call to say you'd be
late this morning."
he was rooting around in a drawer.
"I was just running a little late. I'm sorry. But I got here just
a couple minutes after 9 ..."
i scanned the big office ~ no cameras or camera
guys.
whew!
"No, no ... now don't go making it worse with fibs." he interrupted.
"Was it the same problem? Trouble waking up because you couldn't
resist late night online parties?"
i lowered my eyes and quickly evaluated the
odds of coming up with a believable and acceptable alternative to
the truth. none was coming to me. plus, he just always seemed to
know the difference between truth and fibs.
"Yes. But I'm working on it. Really. I was in bed last night at
2:00am. (liar liar ~ pants gonna be on fire!)
Much better than last week! Its just that 6:00am comes so quickly,
you know? Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you about
maybe instituting flexible hours ... that would solve my problem
all together. After all, Jenny comes in after 11 every single Tuesd......"
he had taken my hand and led me behind the
big desk while I babbled on trying to delay the inevitable.
"Jenny's schedule is between Jenny and me. And by the way, you already
have flex hours, Tari. You've created them for yourself and its
very inconsiderate to the others who have to cover for you and delay
the morning creative meeting, wouldn't you say?"
i was now face down over his lap. the hairbrush
was sitting on his desk.
"Yes, and I'm really sorry. Really! But I've been working on it.
I was much closer to being on time today."
i hated that little whiny tone that creeps
into my voice whenever i'm in this position. it's soooo uncool.
he adjusted me over his lap and now my behind was the highest part
of me. hot shame raced over my face.
"An hour and 15 minutes late is hardly what I would call close to
being on time!"
i could feel the weight of his hand on the
seat of my skirt now. i wiggled, trying to find the most comfortable
position possible. as if that even made any difference at this point!
still, its really miserable when your rib is getting poked by the
knee bone of the person who's paddling your bottom ...
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