He clears his throat behind me, a habit I’ve learned means that he is concentrating. I know firsthand the force of his focus, the determination he gives any task that lands in his lap.
The rat-a-tat-tat of his fingers working on his laptop, separated by a thoughtful pause, followed by more rapid tapping tells me he is writing something important: Benchmarking. Analytics. Request for Proposal.
I can be just as focused. Ten feet from him, I type words like: Redden. Spank me harder. From behind.
I listen for his announcement that his workday is done so I can sigh and agree, “Yes, work. What a day. Thank goodness that is over.”
I am waiting — it has been 64 hours since my last spanking and before the 65th, we will break our fast.
In less than an hour, I will feel his fingertips kiss my neck as they caress the necklace he gave me, a collar marking me as his. He will bend me over the back of the couch while he holds my hips and presses against me, his pelvis marking my bottom with his subtle scent.
He will reach around, unsnap my jeans, slip the fabric under my cheeks to mark me completely with his hand. Then his fingers. Then his hand again.
Behind me now, he clears his throat.
The rat-a-tat-tat of his fingers working on his laptop, separated by a thoughtful pause, followed by more rapid tapping tells me he is writing something important: Benchmarking. Analytics. Request for Proposal.
I can be just as focused. Ten feet from him, I type words like: Redden. Spank me harder. From behind.
I listen for his announcement that his workday is done so I can sigh and agree, “Yes, work. What a day. Thank goodness that is over.”I am waiting — it has been 64 hours since my last spanking and before the 65th, we will break our fast.
In less than an hour, I will feel his fingertips kiss my neck as they caress the necklace he gave me, a collar marking me as his. He will bend me over the back of the couch while he holds my hips and presses against me, his pelvis marking my bottom with his subtle scent.
He will reach around, unsnap my jeans, slip the fabric under my cheeks to mark me completely with his hand. Then his fingers. Then his hand again.
Behind me now, he clears his throat.
The Pink Report 
OMG! Don’t stop typing! YOUR WORK DAY IS NOT DONE HERE!
(fabulous vision you just gave me!)
What can I say, I’m terribly efficient. 🙂
Ugh…he’s still on his conference call. It might be the 66th hour at this point.
Well good! That gives you plenty of time to go exfoliate! Do not use a loofa.. go directly to a pummice stone… Remove all dead tissue from the derriere .. make it smooth as a baby’s bottom.. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.
A pummice stone on my what?
You know what I use? It’s highly secret. It’s amazing. It’s Origins Ginger Body Scrub. Smells yummy, too. 🙂
I’m with Zelle, don’t stop typing, Pink. I hope the zero hour arrives soon, very soon. Maybe it’s happening right now. I hope so.
Oh, and ladies, there is another use for ginger concerning a naughty girl’s bottom.
I was just gonna say.. I want nuttin’ to do with the name ginger on anything other than my sushi.. so I don’t dare have a jar of that stuff in the bathroom.. god only knows where minds would wander then! aaaaaaaccccckkkkk! I’ll take the burning of hands only please..
“…don’t dare have a jar of that stuff in the bathroom..”
What’chu talkin’ about, Willis?
Leave it to you two…I hadn’t even thought of ginger’s other applications. But now that you mention it…they do have other scents. Perhaps I should change loyalties before someone gets the wrong idea…
Forgot, Pink, LOVE the photos, especially the middle one.
Me too…it’s the perfect visualization for dirty thoughts!
Love the last two pics!
Pink, just distract him from the conference call, works every time! Interesting consequences though 🙂
Zelle, Sushi is apparently Cockney rhymning slang for something else over here and you really don’t want ginger on that!
I’m learning so much tonight. 🙂
Mmmmm… who knew that throat-clearing could be so damned sexy, huh?
Man…whether he’s on a business call or standing behind me, that deep sound has me jumping…
Oh man. You’ve got me craving a good-girl spanking. And maybe also a bottle of ginger ale.
Haha…I think the ginger ale craving came from your deviant Michael!
Is there anything you can’t make sounds super sexy Pink? Your words make me feel the anticipation… the waiting.. the longing. 🙂
Yey!
Sitting here while he was working was torture. Being good for that long while in his presence is very trying for me. 🙂
I honestly can’t see how he works with such distraction so nearby. Poor guy! 😉
Poor fellow, indeed. I’m quite capable of a little throat-clearing and artful stretching, too. He is, however, a master of restraint…in more ways than one. 🙂
Pink, Thanks for being my human clock today. If you hadn’t walked by my desk butt naked at 5:01pm, I might have missed happy hour!
Damn that woman is such a glutton for FUNishment! LOL
I would never let you miss happy hour. What kind of a girlfriend would I be?
And, Zelle…this is definitely a case of “it takes one to know one”!
This was so sexy, sensual and absolutely beautiful..
Thank you, Raven! Happy you enjoyed it!
Very compelling, especially for such a short story. Bravo!
And the photos are great, too. Any chance you could share where you found them?
Hi, Maddog & welcome! (I think you are new here.)
Unfortunately, I can’t remember where I found the photos. They have been on my hard drive for quite some time. Most likely I found them on assorted Tumblr blogs before I started my own. Are you familiar with Tumblr?
Thanks!
Thanks, just hoped to get larger versions. I AM new here and am NOT very familiar with tumblr, so forgive me if my inexperience shows!
Again, I enjoy the site and will keep checking in!