A Naughty Nunkies Fantasy By Laura ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Giving in to the temptation to take a day off from the office, you remain at home, sleeping in a little longer than usual, but unable to keep sleeping. The guilt of playing hooky has started eating away at you little bit, by little bit. However, that doesn’t stop you from enjoying several episodes of FK that you have on tape... you pick your favorite Nunkie episodes, naturally. You’re relaxing on the couch, watching Nunkies torture ‘that other guy,’ when the phone rings. Mustering up your best *sick* voice, you answer the phone. "*Why* are you at home today?" says the soft voice through the receiver. Not giving you a chance to answer, the voice continues, "I *know* that you aren’t ill, and I must say, I’m disappointed in you. I’ll be at your place tonight to discuss this further." There’s a click and then a dial tone. You stare at the phone, stunned. That sounded like Nunkies! And he didn’t sound pleased... After the sun has set, you look out your window and see a black jag (!!) pull up in front of your home. Can it be?? It is. His tall muscular body climbs out of the car as you watch. Dressed in his most severe black with the sword pin at his collar, he is quickly at your door. You open it, and in a heartbeat he’s inside behind you. "Close the door, my naughty girl." Your eyes widen, you gulp audibly, and close the door as commanded. "Now look at me, my dear. Yes... I see that you have dressed for this *discussion*," he whispers as he reaches out and brushes the neckline of your red silk chemise. "Uh...well... it seemed silly to dress for work after I got out of the shower today, since I was ... sick... Yeah! I was sick with a terrible... headache!!" "I see. A terrible headache. Well, I suppose that ‘headache’ is gone now?" he asks quietly, stroking your temples with the back of his hand. "I think you’re lying. You *are* lying, aren’t you?" "I...you see...I...," you stammer helplessly as you look into the stern face gazing down at you expectantly. "Yes. I just didn’t feel like going to work today. I couldn’t face it." "So you’ll have to face me now. I can’t let you get away with being so irresponsible. You could lose your job, and then what would you do? How would you afford to keep your Internet service going? What would you do without access to your NA group? We can’t have you so ... deprived." He walks over the couch and sits down. Holding his hand out toward you, he calls you over. "Now... I think a little...discipline...is in order. How should we begin?" His luscious lips turn up in a slightly sadistic grin... *************************************************************************** Oops! We’re rated PG here aren’t we? Guess Nunkies will have to put down the leather strap, the lettuce leaves, the feather duster AND the honey... I promise to go to work tomorrow!! Laura "Love. How it toys with us. Makes utter fools of us. Flogs, Whips, and Spanks us." ~Lacroix~