I sighed, rubbing my temple. "But I handed them to you just last week! I sat here, in this room, right in front of you, filling them out, before handing them to you! You assured me that you'd take care of it!"
"Oh." She frowned. "Are you sure? I don't remember anything like that."
I felt like screaming. Dealing with the bank seemed to require a lot more patience than I possessed.
My one-man company, Pierce's Punishment Paddles, sold spanking paddles for adult play and punishment. Sales had been a lot better than I'd expected, and I wanted a small loan to expand. I'd gone to the bank, where Lucy had been assigned to handle my case. She assured me that it would be a quick and easy process.
One month later, I wondered what she'd been smoking that day. This wasn't the first time that Lucy lost my paperwork, and she'd also misunderstood or forgotten several things I'd told her. Sometimes, she still had the forms I'd filled out – she'd just forgotten to send them in. I was beginning to wonder if her name was short for "Lucifer", and she was sent here to Earth to torment me.
"I'll print the forms out for you," she said, clicking away. The printer on the other side of the room began to whirr, and she walked over to fetch the papers. As she bent over the printer, her pencil skirt tightened nicely over a lovely rear end. The sight of that beautiful backside was the only highlight of my visits to the bank. Not for the first time, I could feel my palm itch, and I longed to take her over my knee and spank her soundly for wasting my time, but I managed to resist the urge.
She handed me the forms, as well as a pen, and I began to fill them out yet again. It only took a few minutes – I had some experience at it at this point – and handed them back. She returned to her computer. "Now, I need to see your business licence."
I frowned. "I brought my business licence to you two weeks ago. You scanned it, remember?"
She looked at her screen again, then at me, then back at her screen, with a confused expression. "Are you sure?"
I sighed. "You know what? Forget it." I rose to my feet. "There are other banks in this town. I'm sure at least one of them knows how to file paperwork."
I turned to leave, but as I reached the door, she jumped to her feet. "Mister Pierce, wait!" With my hand on the doorhandle, I looked over my shoulder at her, and she continued: "I am very sorry for losing your paperwork. It was very unprofessional of me, and I can only apologise." She licked her lips. "I admit I've been careless lately, but I'm afraid I can be a bit undisciplined in my work." There was the merest ghost of a smile on her face. "I'd like to keep you as a client. Is there another way we can resolve this? I'm sure you can think of something to help me focus on my work…"
I stared at her for almost a minute, trying to process what she'd just said, before exclaiming "What the hell is wrong with you!?"
She took a step back, her face pale. "I was only –"
I turned towards her, glaring sternly. "Lucy, have you been deliberately wasting my time for the last month in the hope that I would take you over my knee and spank you?"
"Um." She squirmed, biting her lip. "No comment?"