I had long been a bit of a flirt at work; nothing serious that was not part of friendship, or so I thought. A little bit of pinching, double entendres, usually with women who knew my wife.
Quite suddenly, however, my best friend at work, Anne, began to get hostile. I quickly adapted and left off flirting with her, but to no avail; she wouldn't even talk to me for weeks.
When I asked her why, she said it was because I made fun of her ultra-tight clothes, and had slapped and pinched her on them...but she had only giggled at that and we had worked together for years with a quiet understanding that I was married, after all.
Then she got REALLY hostile when I told her I had slapped one of the naked women who regularly show up at the annual Bay to Breakers run in San Francisco, an event with 15000 runners. I know we live in a feminist frenzy but when you show up and run nude among 15000 mostly male runners, you are inviting a little attention, no?
Obviously she had no idea who that woman even WAS but she literally screamed at me and I had to take her downstairs to the cafeteria so she could calm down.
She was shaking in fact with anger and was still angry when we came back. After work, I asked her out to talk about it and she said the anger had been building for a long time. I told her I would obviously leave off the flirtation with her; what else could I do, I asked, to make amends.
She mentioned a spanking and while we both laughed I could feel an undercurrent there. We discussed the fact that I had never been spanked and laughingly, I thought, agreed I needed more discipline.
Later that night we went out with some other work friends to a ball game and on the way back we stopped in an internet cafe and, since a friend had recommended GirlsaskGuys, I logged on and asked about this siutation. I got into a very interesting conversation with a certain sassysenorita and called Anne over to watch because Sassy was so reasonable. On the whole Sassy was friendly but VERy critical of my behavior on a number of fronts.
The more Anne read the more involved she got and kept asking me to send more messages. The upshot was that Anne said she would calm down as long as she could do something to punish me.
Sassy wouldn't agree to that but Anne said it was because she wanted to be polite and not get into trouble over what she said. Sassy's comments sort of summed up for Anne what she was feeling, so she said it would be a spanking as the price for peace.
I thought a couple of whacks wouldn't be a steep price so I said OK. Anne immediately took me outside next to the cafe with her hairbrush and put me over her knees. She gave me uncounted strokes with that brush that had me crying within a minute or less.
When I had finished crying she made me go back into the cafe and report back what had happened to Sassy. She said the embarrassment of it was part of the punishment.
I tell you, I'm not sure about spanking kids but at age 28 I learned a lesson.
Over the last week we have been more cordial and friendly than ever before and it's hard to believe just a few days ago I was looking at her shoes and seeing stars.
I wonder if more of these modern women (we are both about 30) are going to start using this technique of conflict resolution...