There is this one man, for HIPPA and privacy reasons, I'll call him mister P. Mister P has been living in the retirement facility for a year or so. He hates it there. He blames his wife for the fact that he's there. He goes off all the time about how he's gonna divorce her as soon as he gets out of there. When I ask him why, he says, "because she put me in this fucking place!!" I think he forgets that she is really sick and can't take care of his post-stroke needs. Mister P is one of my favorite residents. He's one of the few smokers, but is limited to a certain amount of cigarettes per day. He is always calling to ask if he can have one yet, if it's "close enough" or if he can scoot the rules. He's retired military and loves to talk about my hubs, what he does, and how he's a "fly boy" cause he's in the Air Force.
|Yeah, something like that. ;)|
Mister P. is a sweetie, but apparently, a pervert. Little did I know. Two nights ago, before I was leaving his room, I asked if there was anything else I could do before I left him for his night sleep. He said, "yeah bend over and let me spank your bottom." I started laughing, and told him that I don't think that's going to happen. Last night when I asked him the same question, he just made the spanking motion with is good hand. I started laughing again, shook my head, and tucked him in.
Ahhhh Mister P. frequently tells me that I'm pretty, but had never made a pervy move. I talked to some of the other girls and found out that he's actually grabbed their asses before. The funny part of it is, if it weren't totally against the rules and grounds for immediate termination, I just might have let him do it. He's all alone in a place he hates, he hates his wife.... it's like the least I could do, right? Plus, you know me.... I have a certain... soft spot for kinky folk. A man that has a penchant for spankings? I can't help but love him. :)
|This was probably Mister P. and his wife|
back in the day. Poor guy.
From a girl who loves spankings, I found it all to be kind of funny. The more I think about it, the more weirded out I am that I'm NOT weirded out. I should feel kinda creeped out than an 80+ year old man made some moves? Right?
Yeah, I'm not, rock the fuck on Mister P.
...I just need to find a way to make sure his (appropriate) needs are met without asking him what else I can do for him!