The Time Out Room
I spent one day this week with a friend of mine helping with a temp project at her office. I don’t typically think of a day at the office as having many opportunities for spanking fantasies, but inevitably if left to my own devices long enough I will get visions of Secretary running through my head in between copying and counting.
Today was no different. I was back in the workroom and settled quietly into my routine of folding hundreds of letters to be mailed; letting my thoughts run away with themselves. I didn’t have any specific fantasies but rather random images popping into my head from the past week with my dear friend and play partner, H. Had I been left to ponder these things I am sure that eventually these images running through my head would have put themselves together into a very pleasant fantasy. Instead I got a little bit of help.
Part way through my most recent batch of folding, I heard footsteps behind me in the workroom. I turned to greet the stranger, but was cut short. Rather than a friendly, “hello”, the words that came out of his mouth were, “Are they isolating you back here because you were bad?” Naturally this caught me by surprise. However after I recovered from my moment of shock, I could not resist the opportunity for banter. Without a second thought I answered, “Yes, I’ve been naughty so they put me in the time out room.” His response was to tell me that everybody needs to be naughty once in a while, and then he was gone.
Little did my anonymous co- worker know that this small interaction was enough to start a whole new line of fantasizing… I think I’ll have to see if my friend has any more projects that need to be worked on next week.
