"Hi! I'm Tom from THMS," he said when Gordon answered the front door chimes.
"Sorry, not interested," Gordon replied as he started to close the door, "in whatever it is you are selling."
"Not selling, anything, sir! You're employer already purchased our services for you, remember?"
Gordon _c_o_c_k_ed his head, then looked at the new BMW in the driveway with THMS emblazoned on the side." There was something, he knew, in his brain which would explain this, but right now it was not in the active cache.
"Telecommute Home Motivational Services?" Tom said slowly, trying to get a look of recognition on Gordon's face. "Part of the agreement you made when you moved your work home."
Then Gordon did remember. How could he have forgotten? Easily. It was not exactly something he necessarily wanted to remember. And now he knew it was far, far too late. So Gordon opened the door to let Tom in. Tom smile slightly, entered, and waited for Gordon to do something. Anything.
"Cup of coffee?" Gordon asked lamely.
"No, thanks," Tom replied as he took his coat off and set it on the chair by the door. "You do remember now, right?" Tom looked into Gordon's eyes for affirmation. He saw the light go on inside Gordon's cluttered brain.
"Geez. Now I do. Boy, do I!" Panic now clouded Gordon's eyes and his mind. How to get out of this. Or at least minimize the damage. "I was just in the middle of a huge data migration when you showed up."
"Well, as you might imagine, we have been monitoring your cyber tracks all over the net for the past several weeks, Gordon. And while your employer was willing to overlook a few indiscretions, you have pushed far beyond that level of toleration. Frankly, they do not pay you to spend half the day surfing the net. Especially at the _s_e_x_ sites, chat rooms, and spanking list serves you seem so to delight in."
"I see," was all Gordon could think to reply. He saw Tom set his brief case on the coffee table and, when he opened it, Gordon saw the paddle and the leather strap nestled inside.
"Mr. Martin said this time to let you off with 'something he will remember', Gordon. But if there is a next time, he said to tell you that you will definitely regret it. Is that understood? Do you remember your agreement with him when you moved your office home?"
"Yes, sir," Gordon replied, his heart now pounding in his chest. He watched as Tom took the thin maple paddle from his brief case, then pulled a straight backed chair into the middle of the living room. Locking eyes with Gordon, Tom thought he saw a twinkle of defiance in those eyes. And he wondered if maybe Gordon had intentionally precipitated this showdown. Well, Tom thought to himself, he will regret it if that is the case. He would see to that.
Gordon walked over to the chair on which Tom was seated and stood before him like a school boy caught smoking in the rest room. Tom unbuckled Gordon's slacks and let them fall to the floor, saw the rigid hard on inside Gordon's briefs, then firmly took hold of his wrist and pulled Gordon across his lap. Gordon did not resist and felt Tom peeling his briefs down to his knees to bare him for the paddling, Gordon's erection now nestled between Tom's thighs. Gordon wondered how many clients THMS had anyway and how many "service" representatives. And he smiled to himself as she thought how long it had taken to get them out for a house call.
"Next time it will be the strap, Gordon" he heard Tom say as he felt Tom's hand lightly circle across his bared backside as if to prepare it for that first hard lick with the paddle. Gordon's responded by splaying his legs wide, affording Tom a good look at his crack and the heavy ball sack hanging down. Gordon's lip slipped into a slight smile as he closed his eyes and waited. But it would be his last smile in that first visit from THMS.