Panera Spank

Not that anyone should ever be putting their hands on anyone else without permission, still when any dyed-in-the-wool kinkster comes upon the headline, “Worker says her manager at Panera spanked her after she clocked in without an apron (see here),” they couldn’t help but pause.

Oh, to be spanked at work. Wouldn’t that just be the best?

Putting aside the assault there—and, in no way am I saying it should be overlooked—but I’d venture to say that not only kinksters think these ‘walking around every day’ naughty thoughts. Things happen all the time in our daily lives that instantly remind us of a naughty happenstance or spark a fantasy. This is why we have the tropes of the sexy librarian, a hair bun distance away from her hidden libidinous nature, or why men and women in uniform turn us on so, or why with a few glasses of nogg thrown down their gullet, so many co-workers get all-too friendly at the office Christmas party. At work, in class, on the bus, at our church’s all-you-can-eat Sunday pancake breakfast, we are all driven by our little daydreams, mind-movies, considerations of “Mmmm, I wonder what happens if he/she did this or that, and then they close the door, and I just happen to remove my…” thoughts.

We can’t help it. As human animals, we are driven by our lusts as much as anything else. 

Again, I can’t condone what happened to the Panera worker. Her general manager overstepped his bounds, as much for touching her as thinking that the young woman clocking in without an apron constituted such a reprimand. With the crap we have seen lately fast-food workers have been enduring customers lunging at them when an order is wrong or have all but been ducking while some idiot breaks up a restaurant because they are not given a condiment. The the staff of any eatery these days should be rallying around one another more than even assaulting one another.

Maybe if everybody just got off, exercised their fantasies from time to time, and indulged in a kink or two, we’d all be a lot better off?