Change Orders

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
Based on an actual event. I've changed the names to cover my behind.

Submitted: April 18, 2015

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Submitted: April 18, 2015

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Change orders are the bane of a structural engineer's existence. Every "simple" change requires tons of reengineering. It's back to square one with the calculations because of the complex and non-intuitive interactions of forces, dynamic loadings and a million other variables. At least we have computers now and no longer rely on slide rules like it was in my early days. Even so, CAD/CAM can only do so much, and it is the human engineer who faces the liability if anything goes wrong.

Ronnie and I were working late, finishing up the final change order. It was such a dippy little job that I wondered how the company could make a profit on the project. It was just a minor addition to a machine shop in the warehouse district, and they wanted to move the overhead crane rail three feet further away from the back wall.

It was my fault that I was so preoccupied. Looking at the clock, I realized I would never make it home in time to see the start of the championship game if I didn't rush what I was doing. As might be expected, I screwed up the torque moment calculations on the ceiling joists. Ronnie was not amused and hurled a string of expletives in my direction. Out of frustration with myself more than anything else, I blurted out, "So, spank me."

Technically, Veronica was my supervisor. She only held that title because she was hired six months before I was. In reality, we were just co-workers, so I was surprised when she decided to pull rank. She took out a ruler and walked over to my desk. "Come with me!" she commanded.

"For crying out loud, Ronnie," I said, "it was just an expression. I didn't mean it you know."

Ronnie cracked the ruler across my knuckles. It hurt like hell, just like it used to when the nuns would whack my hand when they caught me reading comic books in the back of class, and it was obvious that the woman wasn't kidding. I could tell by the look in her eyes. "Now!" she said with fierce determination. "Otherwise, we'll pull an all-nighter redoing your numbers."

Realizing that I would miss more of the game if I didn't get it over with as quickly as possible, I followed her to the door of the ladies restroom. She made a quick inspection inside to see that the coast was clear. Then, she yanked me in and had me bend over a wash basin. In a show of cooperation, I even lowered my pants. I just wanted it to be fast. I was running out of time.

She gave me 10 whacks with the ruler. She laid them on hard, almost viciously. It was clear to me that the woman must have had deep seated psychological issues, and she was working them out on me. You never know what might be going on in a co-worker's head. Sometimes, it is more dangerous than one can imagine to make a spanking suggestion even if it is said only in jest. It is even a worse mistake to attempt to appease the spanking freak no matter how honest your own intentions may be.

Back at our desks, Ronnie and I ran the final calculations. She uploaded the spec sheets and mechanical drawings to the main computer. In an instant, she was gone, leaving me to power down the equipment, dump the wastepaper baskets into the bulk shredder and turn out the lights.

As if things couldn't get any worse, Jessica, the boss' daughter, walked into my office. She was the new kid on the block. She was only 18, but she was already in charge of making change orders. It was she who made my life miserable more than anyone else. It's really a bitch working for a family-owned firm where the kids, who don't know shit from Shinola, act like mini-tyrants, throwing their weight around only because they can.

"I know what you did in there." she said nonchalantly.

I feigned innocence, but she wasn't buying it.

"Don't you play dumb with me." she said, "I heard you hitting Ronnie. You won't get away with that, not if I have anything to say about it."

"Wait! You've got it backwards." I protested, but my situation was hopeless. I wouldn't stand a chance in any court in the land if two women testified against me in a sexual harassment suit. In desperation, I asked, "What do you want from me?"

To my utter surprise, she bent over my desk and said, "I want some of that too." as she stuck her butt out provocatively.

Taken off guard, I fumbled about attempting to find my way out of the sticky situation. Maybe I could talk her out of it. I thought embarrassment might work. I hoped so much that it would do the trick that I blurted out, "We only do that bare bottomed around here." What was I thinking?

In two seconds flat, her skirt was above her waist and her panties were down around her ankles. Holy Moses, that gal had the most perfect ass I had ever seen, and she had Hollywood gorgeous legs all the way down to her high heels. 

"If you like your job here, you'll do it just as hard to me as you did it to Veronica, and you had better give me all 10 whacks. Anything less, and you'll find your self on the unemployment line if not in jail."

I did what she asked, and I spared her no pain. It hurt so bad that I had to stop half way though to blow on my palm in order to relieve the stinging. It was intense. The smacking sounds reverbrated off the walls, out the door and down the empty halls of the deserted building, where, hauntingly, they came echoing back like the blues in the night.

I glanced at the clock. The game was already half over. At best, I would only see the final quarter given how long it would take me to drive home.

It was not at all what I had expected. The kid didn't have a sexual fetish for spanking. Rather, it was a plea for attention. Being the boss' daughter, she felt isolated and lonely, as if she were a misfit. What she really wanted was to be one of the guys, to be included in our fun and games, even going to far as to be part of our perceived depravities if that's what it took.

She hugged me against her still half naked body and said, "Thank you." over and over. "I needed that. You understand, don't you? Oh, you are so kind. I'll put in a good word for you with Daddy. Maybe he'll give you a raise."

Well, duh, she had already given me one of those.

Copyright © 2015 W.C. Bell; All rights reserved.


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