Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Apologizing, fondling, and getting spanked in the car's backseat

It started off as an okay day. It got a lot better.

My guy had written an e-mail to me yesterday. I didn't respond to it, which was highly uncharacteristic of me.

Today, he went into work. I could tell that he was missing me. He immediately logged on to Skype. He asked how I was. I said that I was okay. He knew that I wasn't my cheerful self. He figured out why. I was still thinking about his insensitive remark about not noticing any progress with me after my surgery.

He apologized. He also felt that he was digging himself deeper into a hole. He called me and we talked.

Although I know that he didn't mean to hurt me, I just cannot shake such a comment off. My memory is pretty good. To heal, I need time to elapse.

He wanted to know if I was coming into the office today, as he wanted to see me. I said that I would. I wanted to see him. I also wanted to take a break from working from home.

I told him that I found it sweet of him to call me. He had felt guilty about what he had done. I told him that he shouldn't feel that way. I know that he was just being concerned about me.

I got a card from Starbucks for a free beverage. I got a venti peppermint mocha on my way to work in the afternoon.

My guy was sweet. He tried to patch things up by pointing out that I was indeed walking faster. He offered me a Quality Street chocolate. It was the caramel one that was shaped like the tip of a penis.

We did talk about work. He told me that he had created a couple of documentation trouble tickets, which I typically handle. I told him that I hated him, which made him smile. He came over and we talked about them. Luckily, these tickets pertained to documentation that the software developers generate, so I was off the hook. I said that I liked him again. He liked that and knew that I was teasing him.

While we were talking about these tickets, he playfully tugged at my hair, and rubbed my shoulders, arms, and back. I rested my head against his tummy. It was nice being with him again.

At around 17:30, we were alone in our cubicle area. He looked at me and said that I looked like I had lost some more weight. I don't think that I have, but it was nice to hear it from him. We talked a bit about work, but we were both horny. He sat next to me and rubbed my right arm. I had my hand on his thigh and was rubbing it. He liked it. He told me that he was incredibly turned on.

I like holding his hand, as he does mine. I could tell that he had caught quite a bit of sun while he was in Rome.

We both drove our respective cars over to our local parking lot. I got there first and waited for him to pull next to my car. We both got into his car's backseat.

We kissed a lot. It was sensual, pleasurable, and nice. It was a time to explore. I actually used my tongue to delicately trace over his lips.

He wanted to hug me. We hugged for a bit. He then took my hand, and kissed both the back and the palm of my right hand. We then kissed some more.

He moved over to my shoulders. He caressed my breasts. His hand went under my sweater and he carefully pulled up my bra. He continued to grope my breasts and play with my nipples.

My guy moved to my jeans, and unbuttoned and unzipped them. I touched his cock, which was extremely erect. I started to unzip his slacks. He went a few steps more and pulled his manhood out of his briefs. I gave him a brief handjob. He wanted me to kiss his penis. I ended up giving him a blowjob, which he enjoyed immensely. He came and hugged me tightly afterwards.

I still had my jeans down. He put his hand between my legs and then moved it to my panties, the small of my back, and then my buttocks. I was leaning on him.  He started to spank my right buttock. After the third smack, I did what I have wanted to do for a long time. I went over his lap in the backseat of his car.

I had peach-coloured panties on. He meticulously smacked each buttock with his right hand. He called me a naughty girl. He said that I wasn't going to sit tonight. He smacked me harder and harder. My buttocks got pinched and groped between smacks. He even smacked the backs of my thighs. I loved it.

At long last, he fingered my pussy and helped me reach orgasm. I was so happy. I was limp over his lap. I hugged him afterwards.

We were in each other's arms for an hour after that. He told me throughout the day that he had missed me and that he wanted me. The feeling was definitely mutual.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Thinking about receiving a birthday spanking

I love a birthday spanking. I always have.

My birthday is in July. Growing up, I didn't have a birthday party each year with friends, mainly because it was in the summer. My birthday is between Canada Day and July the fourth, meaning that it tends to occur during the long weekend, when folks are away at the cottage or on vacation.

I don't find it to be a sad story, though. My parents always made sure that I had a birthday cake and was happy on my day.

It wasn't until I had found a partner to spank me on my birthday that I appreciated a good birthday spanking. I love waiting until the stroke of midnight on my birthday to go over his lap in either a pair of shorts or pajama bottoms and get my age in birthday smacks, followed by one smack for good luck, and another to grown on.

In recent years, my birthday spanking consisted of the aforementioned ritual over my shorts or pajama bottoms first. They would then be removed and I would receive the same number of smacks over my panties. Finally, the panties come off and I would get the same number of smacks on my bare buttocks.

After phase one, I would then be spanked by taking my age multiplied by ten on my bare bottom. I prefer having an open hand slap my backside, but like varying the smacks with a paddle or a ruler.

I have never been forced to count each smack delivered on my backside. I may need to explore that option to see whether I like it. 

Last summer, I didn't get a birthday spanking, as I didn't have anyone to give me a proper one. I am hoping to introduce the idea slowly to my guy Frankly, I like the idea of having a birthday spanking every month!

Anyway, I came across Sarah Gregory's birthday spanking for 2012. I liked how she gets a birthday spanking for every new outfit that she wears.

I am not sure if my guy would enjoy receiving a birthday spanking. I have given him lovetaps now and again. It is worth exploring, although I have a feeling that he likes administering them more these days.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Getting in trouble... perfect!

Words do a lot for and to me. I have noticed for years that I get excited when someone tells me that I "have it coming" or that I should wait till I "get home" for a spanking.

I have been trying to figure out what makes these warnings or threats toward spanking my backside such a huge arousal for me. I suppose it's the fact that I was a decent child growing up that such statements were never made. There was no need for them.

My guy thinks that my love for spanking is my "dark side," but in a good way. I crave to be bad, because I never have been a naughty girl growing up.

My guy (MG) and I recently chatted on Skype. Our instant messaging exchange started off as follows:
MG: Hey
Me: Do I know you?
MG: I guess we met before
Me: Your handle doesn't ring a bell
MG: It's [my guy]
Me: Lol
MG: Ring a bell?
Me: Maybe
MG: Have your earbuds?
Me: Maybe
MG: I suggest you put them on
Me: And what if I don't?
MG: You'll be in trouble
Me: The usual
MG: More
A similar conversation a month ago had me ask him online, "Am I in trouble?" It turns me on when he tells me that I am in trouble. It is the anticipation of ultimately exposing my bare bottom for a hard spanking that I love. My guy pushes the right buttons. If not, I gently remind him during our conversations.

He is back from his business trip. I am hoping to have a sore bottom soon. It feels like ages since I felt that way.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Crying, but not for being bad

On Monday, my guy and I had a two-hour chatting session over Skype. I have missed him a lot. I know that he feels the same way about me these days.

I asked how he was doing. He immediately said that he was hard, which is his direct way of saying that he wanted to be with me.

We spent Valentine's Day apart, as he was on business. I have never been a huge Valentine's Day person. I had received an e-card from him, which was sweet. It had a pink teddy bear and a bunch of smileys. I happen to love teddy bears and I smile a lot. He liked a humourous e-card that I had sent him. The e-card said that he was delicious and that we should do lunch. It showed a banana, a bagel, a hot dog, and a chocolate-glazed donut.

We talked quite a bit about the last time that he had spent together.
"I liked when you took your shirt off," I said to him quietly.
"It was nice that you tenderly touched my chest and kissed it," he replied. "It was sweet."
"It was everything that I had imagined and more."
We then talked about my getting paddled.
"I liked the noises that you made when I was spanking you," he indicated to me.
"What noises did I make?" I asked him. I had no idea what sounds I had made.
"Every time I spanked you, you held onto me tighter," he reminded me.
"It hurt," I pointed out. "I was nearly in tears by the end of it. I was sore for two days. It was good."
"I love spanking and groping you," he pointed out.
We continued talking about making him come that day.
"You seem turned on by my kissing you as you jerk off," I remarked.
"I am turned on by your full lips," he admitted. "I liked when you fingered my asshole with one of your manicured finger."
"It was good. I'm glad," I said.
We then both got off over the phone. I described how I missed sucking him. He told me that he can't wait to spank my backside with anything he can get his hands on to make it sore for days.

The only downside was that he had made me cry towards the end of our conversation. He didn't mean to. However, after sex, he tends to get in a dopey state of mind in which he doesn't know what he is saying.
"How's your back doing?" he asked me. "It doesn't seem like anything has changed since your surgery."
That statement was hurtful to me. Yes, it is true that my walk before my back surgery is about the same as it is now. My nerves need time to regenerate. There are changes to my pinched nerves that only I can feel. I wasn't expecting to hear such an insensitive statement, especially from him. I couldn't hold my tears any longer.
"I feel like crying," I said, and did just that.
"Oh, don't cry," he said, finally snapping out of dopey mode. "I didn't mean to upset you. I'm so sorry, sweetness,..."
He apologized practically nonstop for at least a minute. I could tell that he felt bad.
"I wish I was with you, to wipe your tears from your cheeks, to hug you tightly against my chest, and to tell you that you'll be okay."
He felt bad about making me cry. 
"I should have just asked you how your back was. I didn't have to garnish it with an idiotic comment," he explained.
He made me laugh. He felt better.
"You always laugh when I curse and call myself names," he remarked. He was right.
The best part about him trying to dig himself out of the hole that he had made was this remark:
"If it's any consolation to you, your back is getting better. I could tell when we were in the car," he said.
"What you really want to say is that when I sucked your cock, you knew that my back was fine," I said bluntly, which made us both laugh.
"I didn't want to word it that way, but it was what I had meant," he admitted.
Sure, my guy unintentionally hurt me, but his heart was in the right place. I was hoping that he would spank me until I cried. I wasn't expecting to cry this way. Maybe when he's back in town again, he can make up for his blunder. Perhaps I should put him over my knee and administer his first spanking.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Longing for a personal spanking

My guy and I haven't seen each other this week. He went into work on Monday. I worked from home.

He was in Washington, DC on a business trip Tuesday and Wednesday. I worked from home.

On Thursday, we both worked from home. On Friday, he came into work in the morning and left at 13:00. I came into work just before 15:00. He's off to Rome on a one-week business trip and catches his flight on Saturday. I already miss him.

It is tough being with someone who travels often. I miss talking to him and physically being with him. And yes, I miss having a sore bottom when I sit in a chair. I miss shifting around because it aches after a certain period. I miss not being able to lie on my back when I sleep, as my backside hurts too much in that position.

Tonight, I decided to watch an online video. It was a female teacher spanking a young female student. The latter has pale blue panties on. They provided little coverage, exposing much of her pale buttocks. She also had a plaid kilt on with a white blouse.

The student was bent over a wooden desk. Her teacher hiked up her student's kilt and used a leather paddle to smack her bare buttocks. I was incredibly turned on as the student's buttocks changed from various shades of pink as the video progressed.

The student also got spanked with a leather slapper, a belt, and the teacher's open hand. The first two options don't do much for me. However, I long to get a good hand spanking. I find it to be exceptionally personal. Not only does my backside hurt afterwards, but the spanker's hand does, too.

When my guy first spanked me, he had used his hand. It was his first spanking that he had ever administered. It was special to both of us. It still is.

Tonight, I long to be spanked by him. I know that I will in due time. Perhaps that is my punishment right now -- waiting for my next spanking from him.

Thursday, February 09, 2012

Hugging, kissing, touching, and spanking... resumed!

Wednesday had finally arrived. It was about time.

My guy and I hadn't seen each other in over three weeks. I went into work on Tuesday. He was supposed to be there, but he wasn't feeling well. We were both hoping that he was feeling better today. I didn't see an e-mail from him in my inbox, so I knew that he was on his way over to my place.

He arrived just after 10:00. He looked good in his brown leather jacket, a light blue dress shirt, navy blue pants, and a nice pair of leather shoes. As for me, I had a short black skirt and a blue v-neck sweater on.

It was nice to see him. I let him in. He took his jacket off. We immediately hugged, which lasted for quite some time. I could feel how hard his cock was pressed against me.

We kissed. He said that he had missed my lips. The feeling was mutual.

He led me by the hand to the living room.
"Where do you want me?" I asked him.
"I want you," he said, getting to the point. I smiled.
He held both my hands. He loves kissing the backs of them.
"Let me take a good look at you," he said, still holding both my hands. "You look prettier than ever."
Perhaps he should be away from me more often. It was a nice compliment.

We hugged and kissed. We were both standing. He then slowly slid my sweater down one shoulder, revealing my bra strap.
"I love black bras," he admitted.
"It's the only bra colour that works with this sweater," I said.
Eventually, the sweater came off. He began to kiss my neck and shoulders. My bra came off next. He had a bit of difficulty removing it.
"I hate hooks," he said.
"You should try wearing a bra," I joked.
He played with my right nipple. For the first time, he sucked it. It was wonderful. He did the same thing to my left nipple. I was enjoying it.

Whenever he visits me in the morning, he has never taken his shirt off. I have never asked him to, but it came up in a chat that we had a couple of weeks ago. I had an image in my mind of what his bare chest would look like. I was correct. It was nice and toned, and a bit hairy. I liked it.

I immediately started kissing his chest. I knew that he liked what I was doing, as he continued to kiss me.
"Oh, sweetie," he said, lovingly.
He then asked about my purple leather paddle. I went to get it. He liked it. I did, too. I was excited. I was also dreading the damage that he could do on my backside with it.

We continued to hug. He moved his right hand down to my left butt cheek. He groped it. He pinched it. He then moved his left hand over to my right buttock and did the same thing. I was turned on.

The leather side of the paddle came down on my skirt-covered backside. He alternated between paddling my left and right butt cheeks. He wanted to lift my skirt up. I helped him, so I just had my panties protecting my backside.

My guy didn't hold back. The swats came down hard with the leather side.
"You need to be online all the time," he said, continuing to paddle my backside. "You've been so bad."
"I know that I have," I said, wincing between swats.
"You know why I am punishing you, right?" he asked me.
"No," I said, acting like I was an innocent girl. More swats came down hard.
"Tell me why you are being spanked," he demanded.
"Because I am your slut and have been bad," I said.
I got paddled some more. It hurt a lot. At one point, I nearly dropped to my knees. He lightly swatted my left thigh with the fuzzy side of the paddle, but then continued to use the leather side on my stinging backside.
"Have you had enough?" he asked me.
"Yes," I said, nearly tearing up. He knew that I was done. He hugged me tightly.
We made it to my bed. He had me lie on my back, which my leg spread apart. He removed my panties and started working on making me climax. It didn't take much, with one finger up my butthole and a couple of fingers up my clit. I was in heaven. I relaxed for a bit, then sat up and kissed him.

I continued to kiss him on his lips. I held his back with my right hand. He was jerking off. He guided my hand down to his balls. I played with them, but moved down to his butthole. I fingered it. There are plenty of nerve endings there. He was aroused. He came on my forearm. We were both happy.

I held him in my arms. I kissed his head that was resting on my breasts. It was a lovely moment.

We cleaned up a bit and got dressed. He put my sweater on me. I like when he dresses me.

We kissed and hugged some more before he headed to the office.
"Don't behave," he said to me, smiling.
"I won't," I agreed.
It was a good day. My guy is back and my backside is sore again.

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Christening a new paddle and reversing roles

It has been another crazy day at work. We have a software release tomorrow. I write the release notes. It's tedious work. Someone has to prepare them.

On Saturday, my guy wasn't sure whether he was going into work today. He didn't touch base with me for most of the workday. I was chatting on GTalk with a colleague, who told me that he was at work. I told her to say hi to him for me. I left it at that.

I work extremely long hours since I have returned to work, mainly because I have been working from home. I decided to shut down my laptop at 18:00. For me to do that is a miracle these days.

Moments later, my cell phone rang. I have the ringtone set to my guy's voice, saying that I am "dead." My guy was calling me. He couldn't find me online. We talked.
"I am sorry about cancelling on you on the weekend," he started to explain.
"It's okay," I said. "You had a long travel day and I know that you wanted to be clean for the both of us."
He went on to explain how he couldn't figure out how to return his rental car at an airport in Germany, mainly because the rental car lot was hidden. He was panicking and was sweating like crazy. I would be if I couldn't figure it out and had a flight to catch.

He got patted down when he was flying to Philadelphia. He got the same treatment heading back to Toronto.
"I need to work for airport security or customs," I hinted. "I would have loved to have patted you down."
He liked that remark. It was like we were going through a role reversal today. He is normally the one who makes such remarks.
"Are you coming tomorrow?" he asked me.
"Which sense of that are you referring to?" I said, which made him chuckle. "Or, is that a rhetorical question?"
"I had meant the former," he admitted. "I am too jetlagged to be as sharp as I normally am. Both would be nice, now that I think about it."
He asked me whether I have been naughty.
"You've been away for three weeks, so I have," I admitted. "That fuzzy purple paddle needs to be christened on my backside by you."
The christening will take place on Wednesday. I have an interview that I am conducting over the phone at 09:30. He tends to stop by at around 10:20.
"Maybe our appointments will overlap," he said. He likes touching me while I am talking to someone on the phone.
"I'd rather be over your lap," I stated. He liked the mood that I was in.
We reflected on the last time he had come over to my place.
"I liked that entire day, from spanking you to kissing you. I want to kiss you and see you so badly," he told me.
"I'm glad you remember that day as fondly as I do," I admitted.
"Of course! I can't forget it," he said frankly.
He then said that he had to go to Costco and shop. He hasn't been there for two weeks. It is his favourite store.
"You can go get a hot dog and get Costco out of debt," I said, teasing him.
"That doesn't sound good," he stated.
"But, it sounds fine when I say it," I reminded him, referring more to the hot dog remark.
"I think I'll go hug the cute Eastern European woman in the eyeglasses department," he said, trying to get me jealous.
"Have fun," I said.
"I'd rather be hugging and kissing you than her," he said, caving in.
"You're either being mushy or you care about me," I stated.
"It's both," he said, without any hesitation.
"It must be the jetlag talking, but I like it."
I sat there, smiled for a bit, wished him a good evening, and continued to smile.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Flight, blowjob, and paddling delays

On Saturday, my guy and I were supposed to see each other at the office. The evening didn't unfold as expected.

He called me at around 16:00. I recognized the German phone number. He was still using that SIM card in his cell phone.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey," he said, which is his typical greeting to me.
"Am I dead?" I asked him. The last time he had called me, he had left a voice message, saying that I was dead. He really meant that I was in trouble, which gets me excited.
"No," he said laughing. "I am in Newark. I have no idea where I am."
"You're in New Jersey," I said. Travelling often can sometimes scramble one's brain for a brief moment.
"My plane is delayed," he said, sounding preoccupied. "I don't think that we have time to get together tonight. I don't feel good."
"Are you sick?" I asked him. I was concerned about him, as the last time he was travelling, he wasn't feeling great.
"No, I'm okay. I just haven't showered in 18 hours. Can we postpone it?"
"I understand," I said.
I was disappointed, but it was a long day for him.

It was rather sweet that he wanted to be clean for him and for me. He is a clean freak. I knew that he wanted me to give him a blowjob once he got back, but wanted to make sure that he was at his best and make our experience more pleasurable. I am sure that he was disappointed, too. You couldn't tell it in his voice, but I understand him well enough that I knew that he didn't want to cancel our plans tonight.

Anyway, we'll try it again, when he is cleaner and well-rested. He was thinking of dropping by the office on Monday and would let me know. I told him that I'd certainly be there on Tuesday, so we have plenty of opportunities next week.

Yes, hygiene is important. Sadly, my purple fuzzy paddle will have to wait before it is finally christened on my backside. It's a good thing that I am a patient girl.

Thursday, February 02, 2012

Being tied up and waiting patiently

On Saturday, my guy and I played dominant and submissive roles, respectively, on Skype. It was different for both of us, but it was surprisingly enjoyable.

One of the interesting tidbits that came out of our role-playing session was my guy saying that he was going to tie me up and play with me. He would stimulate my clit to the point where I wanted his cock inside me, but he would tease me. He wouldn't give in. He would keep me waiting.

I never thought that I'd say what I am about to say. Although it is just plain torture, I like that thought.

After our session, when we were relaxed after getting off, we talked.
"I have never been tied up," I confessed.
"Maybe it's time that you were in real life," he said.
Handcuffs? I watched Anderson on TV this afternoon. He had given Katherine Heigl a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. Perhaps I need a purple pair, seeing that I have a love for the colour and that they would go well with my fuzzy purple paddle. Or, should I just have a standard pair of steel handcuffs slapped on my wrists?

Part of me likes the thought of having a scarf tied around my wrists for starters. It's more romantic. I am not the type to resist, especially when I am getting spanked.

Anyway, just thoughts about being tied up. They are all worth exploring.

A couple of days ago, we talked about seeing each other once he gets back in town on Saturday. The office is across from the airport.
"Should I meet you in the office or in your car?" I asked him. "The backseat of your car is your office."
"We can meet in the office," he said, after chuckling.
"I don't have access to the elevator after hours, so you'll need to get me," I indicated.
"Yes, I'll get you from the lobby, and then I'll get you again in the office," he said, which made me smile.
Three more days to go before I get to see my guy again and get a sore backside. I can't wait.

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

I snoozed, but I didn't lose... and we got off lucky

On Saturday, I spent the late afternoon and early evening relaxing. At around 18:00, I took a nap. It was probably the worst time for me to snooze.

I woke up nearly 45 minutes later to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I looked at the number. I didn't recognize it. I was groggy. The country code was 011. Nothing clicked with me.

It wasn't until I had checked my phone that I had an e-mail from my guy. It was to the point, as usual.
Which part of 24/7 did you not understand?
I immediately found my iPod touch and logged on to Skype. Sure enough, he was online.
"Hey," I said.
"Really??" he replied. Yes, he had two question marks.
"I can leave...," I teased.
"I have to use three different media to get a response?" he firmly asked me. "You're in trouble."
"I'm sorry," I said.
Being who he is, my guy had to say in parentheses that it was a part of the game. The conversation we had the night before was my guy playing the dominant role, and my being submissive. We continued it on Saturday.
"I don't know what I am going to do with you," he said, exasperated. "I will have to spank you hard, until your butt is red, sore, and bruised for days. When I say that you need to be online 24/7, I mean it."
"Yes, sir," I said. "It won't happen again. You will need to punish me for not catering to your sexual needs tonight."
This scene is new to the both of us, but it was fun. We both got off.
"I miss your full, soft lips, and your smooth tongue," he said after he had come. "I love when you kiss me and when you suck me. You're great at both."
"I absolutely adore kissing you," I replied. He is a great kisser, who has equally soft, full lips.
Although we have been apart from each other for nearly three weeks, we have grown closer over the past few days.
"Did you ask whether [a mutual colleague at work] misses me?" my guy asked me during our conversation.
"I didn't ask. Should I?" I asked him.
"If she's crying at work, she must be," he replied.
"That sounds like me," I said.
"Oh, sweetness," he said tenderly.
"I normally have it all together," I explained. "I just didn't on Friday. I missed you so much."
"It was so sweet when you cried," he said.
He is loving and he wants to make my bare bottom sore. A few more days to go before I get spanked again. It's all good.

After we had both got off, I checked my voicemail for one new message. It was my guy, saying that I was "dead" for not being online. I am glad that he was playing a role. I never want to truly make him annoyed at me. As expected, he sweetly said, "Bye for now."

Again, he's a keeper.