A prelude to disappointment

Kneeling on the office chair one peered at the computer screen, using one hand to balance on the chair arm, while navigating the mouse with the other.  It was one of those positions you sort of get into because you are only planning to be there a minute, paused if you will for a moment in time.

He saw it as an opportunity to sneak up on an unprotected arse that was conveniently pointing in his direction...

See perception and reality are strictly in the eye of the beholder...

Anyway back to this...

His hand stroked and caressed the target...

Which, for the record feels more like someone range finding than sexual per se...

And then His hand descended. Not in the usual spanks that rain like fire and leave scorch marks across pale flesh, but heavy, thudding wallops...

Slow and rhythmic in pace...

And very sexual in nature...

Just as the brain was registering pleasure and pain...

And other body parts were considering more base things than going to work...

He stopped.

In fact He drove one to work and left, smiling to himself as he drove off without a care in the world...

Bastard!