She knew what she was looking for in housewares and was delighted with the large selection. The clerk appeared annoyed at the choice array she’d spread out on the floor.

“It’s just a spoon, madam!” he questioned, unable to fathom her difficulty.

Biting her lip, she smiled when she found ‘the one’ and followed the exasperated clerk to the checkout.

After scanning its barcode, he absentmindedly slapped his hand with it repeatedly, the sound conjuring the image in her mind of being bent over the desk with a bare bottom and the clerk finally understanding her need for a meticulous choice.