Creative Spanko Wench Blog

So what’s new huh?  I always need a spanking.

They’re a little hard to come by these days, but that does not stop my mind from wandering there at the weirdest possible moments.  I had to deal with one of those difficult people today.  You know the kind I mean?  The one’s who obstruct and argue every detail of things that their position actually requires them to assist you with – like ordering supplies, for example?  LOLOLOLOL!  I will happily embrace some of the most complicated uncharted projects, and even lead a brand new team through figuring out how to get it accomplished and then actually help lead implementation and testing of the ideas.  But I gotta tell ya, I have serious trouble negotiating simple tasks like ordering pens, pencils and paper.  Why?  Because there are just sooooo many idiot road blocks to getting this done.  Medicare regulations require that you check that every vendor is not on their exclusion list, the state requires you also check the OIG (office of the inspector general) site too to make sure the vendor’s not in trouble with them, and then there another website you gotta check, but you gotta check these sites BEFORE you place an order, because if the invoice and check dates don’t jive, it’s a SOX violation (Sorbains Oxley – thank Enron for that impossibly cumbersome new and constantly changing set of regulations) .  Then of course, the particular director who is in charge of the department that is supposed to facilitate ordering and procurement is one of those folks who just don’t wanna do any work and whose favorite strategy is to feign ignorance and make you spin wheels figuring out what she needs to do so you can tell her how to help, then arguing with you that it’s not her job.  She expends so much energy deflecting requests from peers that she actually do her job I suspect she goes home completely exhausted every day.  Every time I’m faced with having to deal with her, I avoid & procrastinate until the issue can’t be avoided anymore, and today was one of those days.

Now, I must say that going forward this is my outlook, and I hope that in 30 days the results will be evident … “I want the process for getting the supplies and equipment I need to be easy and obstruction free; I (and my department staff) deserve an easy obstruction free process for getting the tools we need to do our jobs; I can have such a process; …. Hehehehe but, here’s where the hiccup comes in… can I say that going forward I will have this, or do I have to say I have this now, or do I put my head in the clouds ignore the hilarious if time wasting events of today and tell my self I already have an obstruction free process?  

I must say though that I only cussed under my breath once when it took 9 e-mails and 3 phone calls to get one thing across.  The critical care collaborative has worked with a preferred vendor to create a procedure kit that contains all the “Best practice recommended” pieces.  This makes it possible to just go to the supply room, get ONE thing and you have everything you should have.  Right now we have to depend on staff & MD’s (more than 800 individuals, some of whome we see only once or twice a year) to know to gather 7 different pieces to bring to the room to accomplish a certain procedure the way it should be done to comply with ‘best practice.’  I forwarded the purchasing/ordering info for this new complete kit and requested that it get on the agenda for the new products committee’s next meeting.  Completely ignoring the ‘directive nature’ of the collaborative’s e-mail that I was just forwarding, in less than 2 minutes I received a response from my ever so helpful peer itemizing all the pieces we already stock and how this kit would not provide us with anything we didn’t already have, so NO she would not waste the products committee’s time with this.   

LMAO!  Though, for a split second the word’s ‘the hell you won’t,’ did flash through my mind along with ‘HELLO?  Like you’ve got a choice here?  Just do it!”   I took a deep breath and responded, that it was not an option, the directive had already been given, a number of folks had already invested considerable time in getting a vendor to make a kit to meet the needs, and then I had an “a ha,”  thought.  I gave her a choice.  Order and stock the new full kit, or take the list of ‘best practice’ contents and require that BEFORE her staff dispensed any of the old kits to the floors they pre assembled all the requisite pieces and build a brand new single charge ‘charge-master’ code  for the manually assembled kit.  I suggested she calculate the man hours involved in the manual assembly (especially after hours and on weekends), because that was going to be her ONLY reasonable option.  I also suggested she consider the anger factor of physicians who come in on a Sunday to do the procedure only to have to wait for a manually assembled full kit to be assembled and delivered by an on call employee who hasn’t even gotten to the hospital yet.  No other department was going to be, or could reasonably be able to assume responsibility for assuring all required pieces were available and gathered 100% of the time the procedure was done simply due to the logistics of numbers of people who would have to be trained versus the relatively few numbers on her staff.  I copied her boss, our chief financial officer (CFO), on my carefully and reasonably, just plain pragmatic, let me know how I can help you accomplish this basic and simple thing e-mail.  LOLOLOLOLOL.

I then had to get all the preceding e-mails shared by the collaborative & vendors during the development process AND the procurement newsletter giving the directive to every hospital’s supply chain director to cooperate making the product available asap.  What did I get back?  LMAOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! And Argh!  “If the Nursing Directors order the new product I will order it.”  Sigh…. At that point I gave up & went straight to the CFO.    “Look, we need to delete ALL inventory of the old product & replace it with this new one. None of the old product should remain in house, and it should not depend on 9 different Directors to order their own inventory of the new product while supply chain still keeps a par level of the old.  What will inevitably happen is that as new one’s are used supply chain will restock with the old, and we’ll induce frustration among the Docs & the nursing staff when they open kits without everything, making them run to get the extra stuff we’ve tried to drill into them to use diligently.   There should be only ONE product available period, and since it’s used hospital wide it belongs to the central procurement process not 9 individual Directors.”  He agreed and laughed.  Even so; it still remains for me to point this out to his subordinate sometime tomorrow.  I plan to do this publicly at 8:30 AM tomorrow morning.   Hehehehehehehehehehehe! 

Yup I need a spankin.  We have two kinds of printer in our world.  The thing that made me laugh hardest and realized stuff’s just not set up with intelligence was when I ordered ink jet cartridges for the color printer and had the $88.00 order rejected.  Why - because toner comes directly from IS.   Yes black laser toner does come from IS, but no ink cartridges or even color laser toner.  It took me three days to get that clarified so I could get ink cartridges for a printer already out of ink.  EVERY time I have to order ink cartridges I have to call to remind that it’s ink not black toner, or my order will be rejected.

I want the ordering of all work supplies to become as simple as it should be (as easy as ordering porn, cosmetics, fancy undies and everything you can think of online) .  I can have this, I deserve this, this is already a reality.  Ohhhhmmmmm

If I could get a spanking tonight, I’d ask for it.  I’d ask to be made to focus on my goals and think through my approaches.  Was there any disparity?  (No not really in this case) If there was I would ask that the intensity of the initial spanking be more severe to remind me, then proceed to helping me get rid of the unpleasant tension in the ribs in the upper middle of my back, if there wasn’t I’d want it to build up to the kind of ouch that makes me cozy and submissive.  Both would end in sex.  My preference would be being spanked to orgasm and then giving a blow job all the way for him, but being allowed to start with a blowjob and then being fucked is also very appealing.

Tonight, absent the red bottom, (though I’ve imagined coming to him paddle or strap in hand my panties already pulled down, my need and desire expressed both physically and verbally) I’ve been spanked hard, and I’ve closed my eyes and eased down between his parted legs.  His tumescence is already beginning, and the soft teasing lick and quick side to side tease of my tongue on that most sensitive convergence of ridged tissue that marks the bottom edge of his corona.  I feel him thicken and lengthen yet he’s still pliable enough that I can go down on him all the way to bury my nose in his curly male scent.  His growing erection pushes my throat away and I can manage only one more full swallow before he won’t fit anymore.  My hand joins my mouth and they share a stroke counter stroke rhythm that makes him rigid.  I stop now and then to lick and tease that most deeply engorged firm head, and then lick slowly back and forth down that firm back rod crossed by bulging veins until my tongue presses his ball apart.  I turn my attention to each, kissing and the suckling their sinewy fullness into my mouth, first one and then the other, and then when I feel his thighs quiver, I return to the tip and my hand and mouth resume a more rapid stroke counter point cadence.  

He allows me only a taste of his precum this time. 

“You need more spanking tonight sweetie,” he stops our conclusion.

Tears well up in my eyes, not out of fear, but out of gratitude; I climb up, kiss him and lay back across his lap.  The rest of the spanking may hurt more than I am able to cope with, but it does exactly what I needed it to do.  It exhausts every loose end, all of my misplaced energy and lets me give up every ounce of  doubt in what we need and share.

When he guides me to bed, and presses himself inside me, my spasms come with his second thrust, and the only intensify as he churns to find his own completion.  

A hard understanding spanking, a much appreciated thank you, and then vigorous closure.

I ask for this; I can have this; I deserve this; I am operating as if this is already a fact of my life.   (LOLOLOL!  Betcha the Secret writers never banked on this.. hehehehehehehehe)

Gee whiz…  though… gotta wait till July for a real spankin… LOLOLOLOL!

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