Thanks for the support. Yesterday was a shitty day, but hopefully today will be a better one.
As you can see, my blog is intact and I’m not caving into demands to delete it. I believe ordering me to delete my blog is an infringement of my rights.
Ever since I read the erotic romance about spanking, I was intrigued. Now that I’ve investigated the real world of spanking and learned more, there’s no way I’m going back to vanilla. I don’t have a partner at the moment. When I do hook up with another man, it will be with openness. I’ll tell him straight up that I’m into spanking. I’m not interested in a relationship that doesn’t include kink. I intend to make my needs clear right from the start.
Having said that, I know it won’t be easy. Finding my first partner was difficult. Ah, but the rewards. Yeah, it hurts, but after a while the pain transports into an euphoria that’s hard to explain. The trust and closeness—I guess you’d call it intimacy—is incredible.
Bottom line (ha-ha, no pun intended) is spanking does it for me, enhances a relationship and makes it special. I’m a true believer.
Big Bad Ass
Half an hour later, Maggie sat in a café near work, watching the ferries come and go on the harbor. She picked up a piece of toast and replaced it on her plate. Eating was the last thing she wanted at present. Instead, she sipped her coffee. People-watched. Most hurried, their coats wrapped around them to ward off the winter chills. Maggie thought they resembled a flock of dull blackbirds or whatever sets blackbirds hung out in together. They had their heads down and none of them appeared happy about going to work. A few school children blended in with dark-colored uniforms, but it was the tourists who stood out with their bulky backpacks and bright T-shirts and coats.
She glanced down at her short black skirt and matching jacket. When she’d changed her wardrobe, she’d gone with a lot of black, since it suited her, but maybe she’d invest in a few colors. A winter’s day in Auckland was gray enough without her adding more black.
Sighing, she stood and left the café. Friends were like bright colors. They made everything fun and the day full of laughter.
Maggie settled into the routine of work with relief. Today she was ready to input the accounting codes into the computer. It was easy work, although she needed to concentrate, and the morning passed quickly. She debated skipping morning tea before deciding that was plain childish.
Susan and Christina sat at their normal table with guys she didn’t know. She grabbed a coffee and asked if she could join another group who had an empty seat at their table.
Maggie slipped into the seat and almost jumped up again when she found the animated chatter she’d noticed earlier was about her blog.
“Did you read the spanking blog today? The woman is in trouble at work because of her blog.”
“I’m not surprised,” a woman said. “It’s not the sort of stuff a business wants their employees mixed up with. It’s not normal.”
“What’s not normal?” Maggie asked with a clear snap in her voice. “Who are we to judge what’s normal and what’s not?”
A woman she recognized as an accounting clerk from one of the other sections leaned forward, her eyes as round as coffee mug. “You mean you’d let a man spank you?”
Maggie shrugged. “I guess it depends on the man and how much I trusted him. It would depend on the circumstances.”
Her comments started a lively debate. Maggie concentrated on her coffee, tired of the discussion. She didn’t care what other people thought. Her opinion mattered. Period.
“Ms. Drummond.” Greg’s stern voice cut through the chatter, and she straightened from her slouch, her spine hitting the back of the chair.
“Yes?”
“My office, when you’ve finished your break.” He strode off, and she pulled a face at his back. Several of the women giggled. Maggie rolled her eyes. What was this? School all over again? Unable to face another mouthful of coffee, she stood and followed Greg.
“Close the door behind you.”
Maggie followed his orders and shut the door with a faint click.
“Have you deleted your blog?”
Maggie’s chin jerked upward. Her eyes narrowed. He hadn’t even looked at her, instead concentrating on his computer screen. “No.”
“Do you intend to delete your blog?”
“No.”
Greg nodded, finally switching his attention to her. “I’m sorry to do this, but you’re not the woman I thought you were. Skulking around with Grey, and writing scandalous blogs. Using the Internet during work hours for private matters. I’ve given you every opportunity to follow my orders. Stop by your desk to pick up your personal belongings. I’ll have a security guard escort you from the building.”
“What?” She stared at him dumbly, shock roaring through her.
“You’re fired. I don’t want to see you again. Shut the door on your way out.”
