A draft I started long ago that I'm wondering if it's with finishing...

"Board meetings separate the powerful from the power hungry."

My old mentor loved that saying.  I'd quoted it to my protege, Anna, on my right a few times as well.  It's true about any meeting, but board meetings especially.  The merely power hungry revel in them.  It's their stage, their time to prove just how big the dick in their pants or skirt is.  They see it their chance to prove to the powerful that their bonus should be of equal size to their opinion of their dick.

Board meetings are my hell.

My hangouts window flashed in the corner of my laptop screen.  I paused for a moment before clicking over to it.  I’d be seated for a while longer in this damn meeting, it was worth risking.  I clicked the flashing bar and saw exactly what I thought I would  see.

“Daaaadddy!!!

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy!

Daddy Daddy Daddy!!!”

A corner of my mouth flicked up in an involuntary smirk, entirely missed by the rest of the boardroom as it sat enthralled in the glow of the powerpoint presentation at the front of the room.

“What is it, baby girl?” I typed back.

The dots popped up immediately, letting me know she had been watching the screen closely.  “Daddy I have tingles!  Kitty needs something now!”

“Show me where it tingles, Angel,” I typed quickly while the presenter droned on about the quarterly forecast. “You know that Daddy is stuck in Houston a few more hours.”

A pair of pictures popped up in the window, and I inwardly thanked the security czar we hired last year for insisting on privacy screens on the laptops.  The first was my princess’ beautiful face, lips twisted in a pout that I was stuck an hour’s plane ride away for two days now.  The second was a shot of her loins, loins I knew every curve and fold of very well with tongue and fingers. And followed with the text,  “But they need Daddy’s touch now!”

“Have you been a good girl and not opened the present I left for you yet?” I typed, pretending to change the subject for a moment as the presenter in the room clicked over to his last slide.  A moment later another image popped into view, of an unopened box, carefully wrapped in pink paper.  “That’s my good girl.  You may open it now.”

The presenter finished, and I kept an eye on the hangouts window as a few questions popped up from around the boardroom, including a few from me which I'm pleased to say put him on his heels.  I'm bored as hell but one doesn't sit at the head of the table by chance. I had just handed the floor over to the next-to-last presenter when hangouts flashed again, one word added to the screen: “Fuk”

I stifled a laugh at the response before typing quickly, “You will use it on yourself now, Angel.  You will come at least twice for Daddy, and you will record yourself and upload it for Daddy to watch at the airport.  Any questions?”

“No, Sir!!” was the immediate response, followed a few minutes later by another selfie, the toy already her mouth and her eyes sparkling brightly for me.  

“Good girl.  Now, go play, and don’t forget to record everything for Daddy.  You know how much he enjoys your moans,” I typed in, before turning my attention back to the front of the room for a while, smiling wryly to myself that my last message remained unread.

The final two presenters droned on and no word from my Angel.  It concerned me a bit but she was a good  girl, and I knew she was hard at “work” with the new toy. Finally the last one ended his yammering and I closed my laptop to ramble off some closing remarks for the meeting, thanking everyone for attending, travel safe, blah blah blah.

“Hey boss,” my right hand gal chimed up beside me when I finished, “I know normally the board has a ‘spontaneous’ dinner after this meeting, but the weather is starting to sock in north of us.”

I nodded solemnly, and announce to the room, "It would seem that dinner is best put off until next time.  More than half the room is headed to Hobby or Bush. Perhaps better weather when next we convene, and first round will be on me then.”

The room nodded and broke into a dozen different conversations as everyone packed their materials out and grabbed suitcases and briefcases.  I stretched, glancing at my phone to see still no notifications.  Anna stood as the last of the rest of the board left the room, finally breaking the silence, “So, did she open it?”

“Her reaction was, and I quote, ‘Fuck,’” I replied, eliciting a hearty laugh from her. 

“I told you should like that model,” she said with a smirk, dropping her laptop into her bag.  “I sure as hell do.  Did you know a headhunter left me a voicemail yesterday? Really good offer.”

“The coincidence of those two sentences in that order isn’t lost on me,” I pointed out, “You’re not letting the threesome thing go, are you?”  

“You’re girl’s a cutie.  I’m not letting go that she got heart eyes for you before I could work my feminine wiles on her.  You’re the one balking about bending another board member over a conference table.”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it.  “Call the damn Uber already.  Time to go home.”

I looked at my phone again, calling up hangouts and tapping, “Meeting’s over.  Headed to the airport.  How’s the toy, love?”

We’d reached the lobby when my phone beeped that her response arrived, “Oh god Daddy, it was good.  I fell asleep afterwards though. #^_#”

I shook my head slightly in amusement as we got into the waiting Uber.  “Well, it’s good you had a nap.  Daddy isn’t planning on letting you have much sleep this evening.  Has the video you took for me finished uploading yet?”

“Umm…” came the reply, rather quickly, causing my eyebrow to arch.  “I… maybe forgotted to records it.”

“I know that eyebrow twitch,” the voice beside me in the backseat replied with amusement.  “You made Barry nearly shit himself in the finance meeting last week with it.”

“She’s growing lax about the tasks she’s given, including ones she should enjoy,” I replied, turning my phone over in my hands a few times debating my response, “and she’s trying to be cute to get out of it.”

“But y’all have talked punishments before right?” my companion replied.  “You never had to bust them out, but I know you had a couple lined up for me if I ever got out of line.”

I nodded but didn’t answer, instead typing on the phone, “Tell me Angel, how many times have you failed to complete tasks for me in the past week?”

“Umm…. Three?”

“Seven.”

“Is Daddy mad?”

“Daddy is disappointed.  You remember the list of punishments we discussed?”  My screen showed the message read but no response for half of the drive to Hobby airport.  My colleague eyed me with amusement the entire time, not bothering to make small talk, instead firing off a dozen emails. 

Finally a short text appeared, “yes daddy”

“I will select one when I get home.   Your last task I still consider open, and you may still complete it.  It will not affect your punishment but it will be used to determine if you can have a playmate this weekend.  And mind your capitalization.”

“yes daddy,” popped on my screen, followed immediately by the corrected “Yes, Daddy.”

Annoyed, I switched apps and answered work emails the rest of the way to Hobby.  We made our way through security and to the gate when I heard my phone buzz at me from my pocket.  We set our bags down and claimed seats backed up against a wall in the terminal before I looked at the message, “I’m sowwy” and a link to her dropbox.  My colleague eyed me in amusement as I fished airpods out of my briefcase.

“Should I give you some privacy?  Or are you going to duck into the men’s room with that?”

A plan formed in my mind, and I moved my phone for my colleague to see as I typed, “Thank you Angel.  You do remember that I’m travelling with Anna?”

“Daddy… you’re not going to fuck Anna as my punishment are you?”

“No, I am not,” I texted, “but she’s been eager to play with you, and I may let her watch your video with me.”

“Is Daddy going to let me play with Anna?”

“I’m considering it, but it depends on how good a girl you commit to being,” I typed, tapping send before clicking the link for her video, and handing Anna one of the airpods.  We watched the video together in silence, neither of us failing to notice the other’s reaction to the video.  We’d just finished it when the flight attendant should have announced boarding, but she didn’t.

“Attention passengers on Flight 420 to Dallas, we wanted you to be aware that there are currently delays of over an hour in landing due to inclement weather in North Texas.  We’re now projecting a boarding time of 7:40 PM”

Anna and I cast annoyed glances at each other as I texted Angel the update, to get an “:(“ in immediate reply, causing me to mutter at my phone a low, “yeah.”

Laptops began breaking out all over the waiting area, including our own, as we settled in for the delay.  It was dull, it was boring, but a lot of dull, boring, necessary work got done.  Anna disappeared and came back with sandwiches at some point. I couldn't tell you when. The delay grew longer as the weather worsened, and comments were bandied about by fellow passengers about how they should have driven.  

It was almost ten when my phone beeped at me again, “Daddy I’m getting sweepy.”

“Go to bed, Angel,” I typed, “we’re still not even on the plane  yet.”

“It’s really bad out there Daddy, is Anna gonna be okay going from the airport to her house?”

“That’s rather transparent, Angel.”

“^.”

“She does have a point,” I said aloud to Anna, forgetting she was lost in a spreadsheet at the moment.  "Why don’t you stay in the guest room this evening? The Orange line gets me within a block of the loft, but you’ve got an Uber or cab in your future.”

“No ulterior motive?” she chided coyly as the flight attendant finally announced that we would start boarding.  

“Let's discuss ulterior motives after we actually get there,” I shrugged as I gathered up bags and started towards the boarding line.