Sub, Conscious

13 Jun

I was surprised to find my panties damp at the end of this workday. No — more than damp — they were drenched. Am I so charged, always, that I must carry an extra pair of panties wherever I go?
 
Apparently my thoughts turn to the erotic so often, and with so little persuasion, that I hardly notice when they do.
 
Dangerous daydreams, and, at 5:05, my body is primed for action. I recalled the day’s activities, what was said, who did what, the looks that were exchanged.
 

Perhaps, when I called the CEO “Sir”, it triggered a memory of begging my own Sir during my most recent spanking. Please stop; don’t stop; I can’t take it; give me all you can, Sir.
 
I suppose it could have been the “Sir”, that small word of great significance in my life, that cranked my juices into overdrive.
 

Or, more than likely, it was the VP’s commanding tone on his conference call as he admonished an underling — calm, calculated, clipped, in control. His precise wording left no question who was bossing whom. I, an eavesdropper, paid attention from my own desk, feeling my back grow rigid as my fingers fumbled a pen over my forgotten task and a blush began at the base of my neck.
 
It was probably the VP who made my panties wet.
 

But then, I bent in the copy room to reach for a ream of paper. Bend…ream…my thoughts followed: me bent over the wooden horse, reaching toward the floor to anchor myself as he assaulted me from behind. Spank, thrust, spank, he pushed me until my hands were filled with carpet and my body filled with him.
 
I blame my soaked panties on copy paper.

26 Responses to “Sub, Conscious”

  1. D June 13, 2011 at 10:18 pm #

    From 9-5, you’re good to the last drop!

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:41 pm #

      So that first hour and half at work means nothing? 😉

  2. Karl Friedrich Gauss June 13, 2011 at 10:29 pm #

    Free association in a dirty mind; and I mean that in a nice way.

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:42 pm #

      “Dirty mind” is a compliment that I will definitely take, Karl.

  3. steve June 13, 2011 at 11:02 pm #

    I’m thinking you sold just accept the fact that you are plagued with dirty thoughts and quit trying to place blame.

  4. steve June 13, 2011 at 11:04 pm #

    sold shoulda been should

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:46 pm #

      Stupid auto-incorrect. 😛

      And maybe you’re right. All this blame-placing is bound to get me spanked.

  5. Lea June 13, 2011 at 11:25 pm #

    If only we could all have a work day so interesting. 🙂

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:46 pm #

      Oh, don’t get me wrong. Most of my day is b-o-r-i-n-g. So I guess I find ways to entertain myself?

  6. Erica June 14, 2011 at 1:04 am #

    Damn! I have never, EVER had a boss that evoked thoughts and fantasies like that. Makes the day somewhat entertaining, I’m sure… 🙂

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:47 pm #

      You should see these alpha types I work with, Erica. Seriously. 90% men. Big company. Lots of material for dirty daydreams. 🙂

  7. Zelle June 14, 2011 at 2:04 am #

    The SUBconscious mind is susceptible to the power of ‘His’ suggestion…. then you’re in your conscious mind quickly!

    Stirring blog!

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:48 pm #

      Sounds like you know what I’m talking about, Zelle!

  8. crankyspanker June 14, 2011 at 3:39 pm #

    I was sure only men thought about sex every 37.6 seconds. It really seems that you just have a healthy libido and appetite.

    Emanuele

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:49 pm #

      I think most women think about it a lot more than is suspected. Most women, though, don’t write blogs about it. 😛

  9. dd June 14, 2011 at 5:49 pm #

    I was about to agree with Erica but then remembered a certain boss from years ago I had sveral D/s dreams about! Not sure the photo copier ever sparked anything off for me tho’ but was building a flat pack bed today and had one left over springy slat…

    • Barely Pink June 14, 2011 at 7:50 pm #

      Oooh….put that away for a rainy day!

      I lament the replacement of rulers with tape measures at work. Where’s a good wooden ruler at 3 pm when you need one?

  10. bree June 14, 2011 at 9:26 pm #

    The wooden rulers can be found at your local bank. Your welcome.

    Ah the copier! Timing it just right as the Opportunist did as he walks by is called for here.

    How about bending over the coin machine as you fix a jam in the lobby with customers?

    No wonder the customers keep on jamming the machine. I have never done that on purpose though. Jamming the coin machine I mean.

    • Barely Pink June 15, 2011 at 6:01 pm #

      Sure you haven’t, bree. That sounds just like something you might do. 😉

      • bree June 15, 2011 at 8:02 pm #

        Darn! Caught red bottomed. Shhhh Pink.

  11. Dave June 14, 2011 at 10:50 pm #

    Hummm…I wanna’ work at your office…. 🙂

    • Barely Pink June 15, 2011 at 6:02 pm #

      Dave from The Cherry Red Report, working at my office…..

      I’ll send you an application. 😛

  12. wordsmith June 15, 2011 at 10:30 am #

    You’ve got a wooden horse in your office!! Soooo…now we know.

    • Barely Pink June 15, 2011 at 6:03 pm #

      Disguised as a plant stand….you don’t think anyone’s on to me, do you?

  13. Michael June 16, 2011 at 6:42 pm #

    The amazing self-lubricating Miss Pink. What a woman! That was one of the many problems with my ex-wife, she wasn’t self-lubricating.

    And, Pink, when you said the following – “I blame my soaked panties on copy paper.” – my immediate thought was you need to partner with Hammermill Paper cause with that slogan and you as their spokespantywoman sales will skyrocket. Just let me know when the deal is done so I can buy a ton of Hammermill stock.

    And since you and the other ladies are talking about stern bosses who get your sub juices flowing I wonder if that was the case with any of my female employees over the years. Never thought about it before but now I wonder.

    • Barely Pink June 16, 2011 at 7:58 pm #

      I hesitate to say this….oh, what the hell, I say most everything here. With my ex-husband I had that problem. KY wasn’t just for spicing things up. It was a sign of a mismatch, particularly knowing what I know now!

      That is an excellent idea! Maybe they could develop a line of self-sticking pink envelopes?

      And, for sure, Michael, if you were a stern boss I’m positive you had at least one (or six) female employees dreaming up little scenarios….Sir. 😉

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