Wake Up Call

Wednesday morning is meeting day at work.  Early!  The doctor for whom I work is ready to start the meeting promptly at 7:30 am.  She is a great boss but frowns on late arrivals.  That's OK with me; I hate people who are always "running late."  Anyway, my colleagues know if Ella is late, something big went wrong.  Send out the cavalry.

On top of our regular meeting, this last Wednesday, there was also the initial meeting for the annual audit of the medical records I maintain for my doctor.  The sponsor who comes is contracted by a huge medical organization out of Washington DC.  Although I had spent weeks in preparation, there is always a nervous current running through me until we conclude the audit 3 days later.



I was up early as usual but did not let myself sit down at the computer to read posts or write blogging friends.  My dad tended to use some military jargon when we were kids, and he really was the commanding officer at our house.  If Dad said to, "Hit the shower," you damn well better hustle.  I still use that term myself, and this particular morning I hit the shower early.  Meeting at 07:30!



My work is complicated, and I can only tell you that the federal regulations that govern the medical records I work with are similar to the IRS tax code!  I went over everything in my head as the hot water pounded on my shoulders.  Once I was dried, deodorized, lotioned, and powdered, I stepped out of the shower room and bent over to towel my hair, still preoccupied with my thoughts. 



I surely did not hear Sam come up in back of me.

"Good morning, Lady," he said, and I grabbed my heart from being so startled.  

"My god, Sam, you scared the hell out of me!"

Since I had no clothes on yet, he just smiled and stopped to hold me.  Then his hands slid down my back and landed on my bottom.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured and paused.  "You know what I was thinking?"

I was fairly sure I did.

He continued, "I was thinking it has been a while since I have seen your pretty pink butt."

                                      "Oh, really?" I smiled.

"Yes, really," he answered and took my hand as he led me back into the bedroom.  Sam sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knee and across the bed.  It was definitely a happy spanking, but with my bottom still damp from the shower, it seemed not quite as sweet as usual.  I alternated between giggles and protests.

Now this kind of spanking is what makes me the happiest woman in the world, but being on time for the meeting kept popping up in  my head as Sam kept popping my bottom.  The sting was building very nicely. 

                    "I love a pink butt in the morning," he teased.  

Well, hell, so do I, but yesterday I could have walked in a few minutes late and it wouldn't have mattered one iota.  Not so today. 

"Ouch!  Sam, I have a meeting today.  Ouch!"

"Well then, I will have to spank a little faster," was his answer.  His hand upped its pace and power.

"Ow!  I have to sit through 2 meetings!" I complained.

"Mmmm, better take a cushion."
 

" I will be thinking of you all through the meetings.  Damn!  Not so hard,"  and this time there was a bit of whining in my voice.

"Only through the meetings, you say?  I want you thinking of me all day long,"  he countered.  

"Yes, I will!  Ouch!  Yes, I promise!"

Then there was some lovely rubbing going on before he gently pulled me up.  We stood there in each other's arms for a minute.  I stepped back just far enough to look into his eyes.  He was looking into mine as well.  I don't think I need to tell you what was on both our minds.  Shit!  I cannot wait for retirement. 

                  I smiled and said, "Hi-ho, hi-ho.  It's off to work I go."

He just laughed and patted my bottom.  I am fairly sure that I came off prepared and intelligent for the blasted meetings, but my mind kept wandering.  

                                Pink is such a warm color 

                           when you wear it on your bottom, 

                    and I surely did remember Sam all day long.