Saturday, December 31, 2016

Happy new year!

Okay, so today is really the eve of 2017. In any event, I would like to wish you a happy 2017 to come.

Here's to more blogging, spankings, and other fun. Thanks for your support so far. I will see you next year!

All the best,

Friday, December 30, 2016

Hard nipple observations

My guy is observant when it comes to looking at my physical attributes. As an example, he can always tell when I have cut my hair or have trimmed my bangs.

He also notices when my nipples are hard. He doesn't have to touch them. He just looks and knows.

The other day, after we had hugged and we were heading our separate ways, he noticed that my right nipple was hard.
"It only happens when I am with you," I said to him, which made him smile.
"I know," he said, blowing me a kiss as he walked over to his car.
It's nice having an attentive, attractive guy.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Opening my 2011 time capsule and reflecting on my life then

I am on vacation till mid-week next week. It has been nice to sleep in and not deal with work-related issues.

I have been cleaning up around the house. I opened a box with tons of magazines and photos. It felt like I was opening a time capsule of sorts.

Most of the items in this box are from 2011. This particular year is significant for a number of reasons:
  • I went on a cruise in February and decided to change my eating habits, which led to my losing sixty pounds. I have kept it off ever since.
  • I injured my back in August, which required back surgery in late October.
  • My guy dropped hints that he liked me in September. We started dating in mid-October.
This box contained a few articles of clothing that are now way too big on me. I washed them last night and am ready to donate them.

I also found a number of magazines that I had subscribed to back then. Within recent years, I decided to cancel all my subscriptions, as they were a complete waste of paper. Many of these magazines were still in their own plastic wrap, in pristine condition.

It has been nice to read each issue. I have been reading a lot lately. I have missed reading for pleasure rather than for work.

Before my guy and I dated, he had visited India on a business trip and gave me a letter opener made of teak. It was also in this box.

On my cruise, I looked at a photo of me posing, barely on the ship for more than thirty minutes. I was at my heaviest weight. I looked happy in the photo, but I wasn't.

2011 was a whole bag of mixed emotions. It ended nicely, with a sweet guy who wanted to be with me at my worst state.

He has stuck by me ever since. I have supported him with challenges that were tossed at him. We make a good support couple, among other things.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Hearing his voice again is always sweet

My guy called me just over an hour ago.
"It's not too late for me to call, is it?" he asked politely.
"Nope. 23:30 is still early for me," I said.
He knows that I am a night owl. He called me from the gym. He is getting back to working out. He also missed hearing my voice.
"The hotel that I stayed at did not have a very good lounge. There were only drinks because it was Christmas and Boxing Day," he said.
"So, you're calling me to whine because you couldn't whine to any staff there," I said factually.
"Yes, you are my whining hotline," he said.
"Can you get me a bottle of wine the next time when you whine?" I teased.
"Yes, that's fair."
It was good to hear his voice, too.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Good girl, bad girl

My guy and I like to send quick notes to each other. It's simply nice to know that we are thinking about each other.

I recent went to a supermarket that he had recommended to get basturma, which is a spicy version of pastrami. I told him about it in a quick e-mail. My closing salutation was the following:
Your good girl
He wrote back and opened with this salutation:
Hey there BAD girl
Yes, he likes calling me a bad girl. I enjoyed how he capitalized BAD.

It's always good to be his bad girl. It just means that another spanking is coming.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Food poisoning and George Michael's passing on Christmas

Happy Boxing Day! I am still recovering from Christmas.

I had food poisoning from dinner on Christmas eve. I felt horrible for most of the day, especially with the sharp stomach pains that accompanied everything else that was happening.

I had a light dinner, which consisted mostly of soup and some yummy warm bread. I didn't want to take any chances.

I then learned that George Michael had passed away. I equate the 80's to be my decade. My mom bought my first four cassette tapes for me in the mid-80's. One of them was Wham's Make It Big. I loved that album so much. I still have the cassette tape!

He went on to do solo work. At first, I wasn't all that receptive to it, but it grew on me. As I grew older, I appreciated it more.

Like David Bowie, I have only seen George Michael once in concert. He was such a great singer and performer. He danced and sang with soul. I am so fortunate to have seen both these talents perform.

It is sad that they both died so soon. May George rest in peace.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Merry Christmas

My guy and I would like to wish you and yours a wonderful Christmas!

Thanks for your support and friendship over the years. I am grateful that my blog has given me as much joy to write about my experiences as it has for you to reading them and enjoy the ride.

All the best,

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Getting a haircut and feeling great

I finally got around to getting my hair cut on Friday. I haven't had it cut for nine months.

My guy is observant when it comes to my hair. He loves touching it.
"Your hair is at the length where you feel that it needs to be cut," he noticed the other day.
"You're right. I need to get it cut soon."
On Thursday night, I was at work longer than I had anticipated to get a deliverable out the door. I know that my hair is too long for my liking when I have my purse across my body and the strap is trapping my hair. It happened as I was heading out the door.

After work, I thought about going straight to my neighbourhood hair salon to get a hair cut. However, I wasn't sure whether my regular hairdresser would be there.

Instead, I visited the salon just after 09:00 on Friday. My hairdresser was there, happy to see me again. She is the best. She does wonders with my hair.

My head feels a lot lighter without the extra hair weighing me down.

I went into work later on in the day with my shorter hair. It took me a while to figure out why my colleagues were looking at me differently. It didn't occur to me that they were looking at my hair!

Anyway, I am glad that I took most of my workday off to work on me. I have been neglecting getting my hair cut. My hairdresser mentioned that I have great hair despite not getting for that long. That made my day!

Friday, December 23, 2016

Let's schedule a late afternoon meeting on a Friday, shall we?

I worked on Saturday. It helped that my guy was late dropping by the hotel. I finished my work just before he knocked on my door.

I was hoping to take Friday off in lieu of working Saturday. Instead, I have an interview to conduct at 15:30. Who schedules a late afternoon interview on the last Friday before Christmas holidays?

So, I am going to spend an hour driving across the greater Toronto area to get to the office for a one-hour interview. I can only hope that this candidate works out.

It isn't all that bad, though. I had to pick up some parcels about five minutes away from my workplace. Still, it has caused me to shift various errands around to accommodate this rather last-minute interview.

C'est la vie. La vie est tellement maudite.

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Passing of my guy's mom

My guy's mom has passed away. He flew home yesterday for her funeral.

It is unfortunate that she passed just before the holidays. However, my guy saw her less than two weeks ago, so he is grateful for spending a week with her.

My guy is holding up under the circumstances. He is a wonderfully strong person who appreciates leaning on me when he needs to.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

I don't own any articles of clothing that are red -- my butt gets red often instead!

At work, all employees on our floor have been sucked into providing entertainment for a Christmas party. This entertainment feature can be a skit, a song, or a short production of some sort.

Frankly, it has been a lot of work to simply think of something to do. I won't give it away, but I am the audio person. I had to look up and download various free sounds to complement what we are doing.

It's incredibly time-consuming, considering how much work we have to do, let alone before the holidays.

My boss complicated things a bit. He asked everyone on our team to wear red.

I don't own red clothing. I have specs of red here and there on certain articles of clothing. I am not a red person.

I suppose that I am not into red, other than the colour of my backside after my guy has spanked me.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Anal sex after a spanking

My guy and I have been thinking about giving anal sex another try.

When we first gave it a try a few years ago, it didn't work out as planned. When I look back at our experience, it's rather comical.

We were both incredibly inexperienced. I wasn't spanked beforehand. We hadn't bought lubricant. We relied on our natural juices and the condom's lubricant to help us out. My head was also too close to the headboard, so it's amazing that I came out of the experience without a concussion. After that experience, I still wanted to give it a second attempt.

My guy and I talked about preparing while he was away and we constantly chatted on Skype. I agreed to get lubricated condoms. He would pick up the lubricant. I had arranged to book a hotel room, using my points for a free staycation. I was also responsible for getting my spanking implements. We both agreed to be far away from the bed's headboard.

He spanked me hard across both my black lacy panties and on my bare backside. He made me reach orgasm, so I was nice and wet.

My guy got out a condom and placed it on his erect member. He then asked me for the lubricant, which I was holding the whole time that I was being spanked. He applied it carefully.

I could feel some pressure at first when my guy entered me from behind. Once he was in, I felt good. He started off gently and slowly. He increased the in-and-out rate, which was incredible. I came a few minutes later.

My guy slowed it down a bit and then gave it a second go. This time, we both came simultaneously. It was exciting and nice. We were one. It felt special.

He pulled out and cleaned up. I took my time getting up to find my panties.

We both rested on the bed. He looked sweet as I held his face in my hands. He smiled at me, and then kissed me. He told me that he loved me more than ever. He liked the view that he got. He's such a sweet guy.

It was a wonderful, memorable, concussion-free night.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Spanking on the bed with his hand and a ruler

I stood by the edge of the king-sized bed. My guy pressed up against my backside. I could feel how hard his erect penis was against by butt.

He told me to bend over the bed. I did, with my guy gently helping me.

I was wearing a pink sweater with a plunging back. He liked how he could pull down the sweater to reveal my black bra straps and shoulders.

I was also wearing a navy blue skirt with white stripes that went vertically down it. He lifted up my skirt. I was wearing black lacy panties.
"Wow!" he said, looking at them. "You have such a cute butt for a bad girl."
He started off spanking me with his hand. My black panties didn't cover my entire backside. I whined as he spanked.

He paused to go fetch my acrylic purple ruler. He continued spanking me with it.

I protested by saying that I was a good girl. He didn't think so and spanked me harder.

He paused again. He decided to pull my panties down. I love when he does that. It makes me feel that I have been such a bad girl that my punishment needed to be severe.

My guy spanked me across my bare bottom with ruler. Each smack landed harder. He remarked that my butt was getting red.

He toyed with me by checking out how wet I was. He fingered me. I wanted to reach orgasm, but he wouldn't let me. Instead, he would spank me more and then repeat. Eventually, he fingered me until I came. It felt so good.

He pressed up against me and told me that he loved me. He gently kissed me.

There is much more to come in my next post.

Reunited after two weeks for a spanking

My guy called me on Saturday at 19:40. His plane was taxiing.

He asked me what the hotel room number was. I let him know. It was nice to hear his voice.

I didn't hear from him for over an hour. He finally called. His car had a flat tire in our office parking lot and he was waiting for CAA to arrive. I told him to stay warm and to take his time.

It's a bummer that he had such a long day. He eventually made it to the room just before 22:00. We hugged and kissed for the longest time. His hands were cold, so we moved over to the love seat so that I could warm his hands up.

He lightly tapped my backside.
"I'm a good girl, though," I whined playfully.
"No, you're not. I want you to bend over the bed."
He held my hand, led me over to the bed, pressed his hard cock against my butt, and carefully bent me over the bed.

More to come...

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Snow, a skirt, and a spanking

My guy is travelling home today. He has two stopovers that are fairly tight. We are both hoping that he doesn't miss his connecting flights.

We both left work early on Friday. We talked while I was driving home from work this afternoon and my guy was packing.
"I can't wait to see you," my guy admitted.
"Likewise. I will be wearing a skirt," I said, which I know makes him happy.
"Yes, I'd like that. It gives me access to your cute butt that I will be spanking hard."
Right now, it's snowing. I hope that the snow stops by the time my guy flies into the city.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Bad girl to get a bare-bottomed spanking this weekend

My guy knows how to make me a happy girl. We chatted on Skype on Thursday evening.
"You know that I am going to spank you hard on Saturday," he stated firmly.
"No. I told you that I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"No, you're a bad girl who isn't there when I want you. I am going to spank you on your bare butt. No pants. No panties. You have been that bad," he said.
"That's going to hurt," I said, stating the obvious.
I decided to use my points towards a staycation at a hotel this weekend. My guy and I will have a nice time getting reacquainted.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Skype, shellac manicure, sleep, and spanking

My guy pinged me on Skype while I was waiting to see my doctor on Wednesday afternoon. Naturally, my appointment was running late.

I have never understood why things run that late with doctors in general. My appointment was at 13:00. I make it a habit to get there at the exact time of my appointment.

Anyway, my guy kept me company for a bit. I told him that I'd ping him once I was home. He was good with that.

Sadly, we never got around to talking to each other. I texted him and didn't hear back from him:
I'm home. Let me know when you're free.
Think you may be in dreamland =0
At 17:00, I had a manicure appointment. I had to use a Groupon by the end of the month before it expires. I got purple shellac polish, which is my favourite colour. My guy loves when I have purple polish on, as it turns him on even more.

He woke up while I was getting my nails done:
Where did you go?
You will be punished for this
You're in big trouble
My argument is that I shouldn't be spanked because he was his usual sleepyhead self. Naturally, that's not going to hold up well as a decent reason.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Seeing my guy on Saturday and getting a spanking

My guy misses me a ton. The feeling is mutual.
"I get to see you on Saturday," my guy said.
"What time do you arrive?" I asked him.
"19:30," he said. "I can meet you somewhere."
"Sounds great. It'll be nice to kiss you again," I replied.
"It'll be nice to punish you," he stated seriously.
"Why? What did I do now?" I asked him rhetorically.
"You couldn't talk to me when I wanted to talk to you on Sunday," he reasoned.
"But, I asked you if it was okay and you said not to worry," I replied, in a mild whiny tone.
"I just wanted to make you feel good about being out with your friend," he replied.
"And, you're breaking the news to me today?" I asked him.
"Yes, because you're at work and work isn't fun."
That's true, especially when he isn't there with me. Of course, I am excited about seeing him and having a sore backside this weekend. The weekend can't come any sooner!

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Mushy messages from my guy while travelling

On Sunday, I completely missed the following text sequence from my guy:
I'm in Istanbul in transit
I think of you every time I go to that lounge
Especially when I see the popcorn machine
And the recliners
My guy travels a lot and has access to the lounge at that airport. We have been to this airport together four times.

When we first got there, it was like being in heaven. You have food stands everywhere. You can drink anything that you want.

We ended up in the movie area where there are leather lounge chairs. They recline. My guy and I napped there during a ten-hour layover. Behind us was a popcorn machine. I helped myself to some popcorn because I love it so much.

I didn't realize how mushy my guy can be until I read his message. He misses me.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Texting with my guy on a snowy Sunday afternoon

I woke up to a couple of nice messages from my guy. He knows that I like sleeping in on weekends.

My guy loves to sleep. I tend to greet him with wakey, wakey. He reciprocated today, which was sweet.

It was snowing all over the greater Toronto area. It's still snowing as I type!

On Sunday, I went out in the early afternoon with a friend to exchange Christmas cheer and gifts early. My guy (MG) texted me while I was walking into a store.
MG: How is your snowy day excursion going so far?
Me: Good. Shopping and in one piece!
MG: One piece is good
Me: How are you doing?
MG: I made it to Moldova
MG: You wanna chat a bit?
Me: Good
Me: Sadly, I can't chat. I'm with a friend
Me: Am I in trouble?
MG: No worries
MG: We can do that tomorrow
Me: Yay!
MG: Happy shopping
Me: I can be a good girl
MG: We'll discuss that tomorrow
Me: Thanks! Hope you have a good evening.
Me:  No, me good girl!
MG: Thanks
MG: You're sweet, pretty, sexy.... etc., but not good
Me: Mr meanie!
MG: That is me
My guy is definitely in a good place. He doesn't have to deal with wintry weather for a week.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Putting a name to a yummy Middle Eastern dessert

My guy has chosen a good time to travel to a city in which there isn't any snow. This week, we have received a couple of snowy evenings. In my area, it wasn't enough snow to cause major issues. However, where he lives, his city got a ton of the white stuff.

Recently, I had visited a Middle Eastern grocery store that my guy had indicated that he enjoys going to. A while back, my guy brought me an assortment of yummy desserts from Cairo. I didn't know what they were called, but they were delicious.

At this grocery store, I found the dessert that I loved the most out of the assortment. The sign at the store said that it was osmalieh. I finally figured out what I was eating! When I ate it an Egyptian cafe in Anaheim several months ago, it was called kunafe. It's crunchy, sweet, and incredibly good!
"Ah, I know what it is now," he texted me after I had sent him a photo. "It's definitely not baklava."
"It's so yummy," I replied.
"Did you want just this dessert or others?" he asked me.
"You had brought an assortment of sweets the last time you were there, so something similar would be wonderful," I replied.
"Anything for you," he answered.
"You're sweet. You can't haul a pyramid back," I teased.
"Unfortunately not," he replied.
Our texts were followed by a couple of smileys.

He is currently on his way to somewhere in Moldova. This good girl gets to speak to him soon.

Friday, December 09, 2016

Fixing more issues with my cell phone plan and having my photos credited on Facebook by one of my favourite music bands

A follow-up post about ironing out my cell phone plan issues. My sales rep wrote an e-mail on Thursday night, claiming that she had fixed everything. It appeared that way until I analyzed my plan's details carefully.

I was supposed to get a $10 per month discount on my plan. She managed to reimburse me for the last two months and add it to my plan going forward. However, to get this discount required moving my account from a business one to a residential one. Okay, no big deal.

What she did instead was create two accounts for me. One was a temporary one (why, I haven't got a clue) and the other was my new one. I get a corporate discount. Apparently, she applied this discount to the temporary one and not my actual account. I didn't figure this detail out until I spoke with a representative over the phone.

She also failed to give me Canada-wide long-distance calls on my plan yet again. So, this issue alone prompted me to call to have it slapped on. 

The service representative did a fantastic job fixing everything. I was impressed. I am a happy camper. My cell phone provider also increased my data limit each month. I have a ridiculous 7 GB each month. I don't know what I am going to stream away from home now!

On a wonderful note, one of my favourite music duos included two of my photos taken at their show in Toronto on the band's Facebook page. I am over the moon and about to faint!

Thursday, December 08, 2016

Fifty Shades Darker - official second trailer

A longer official trailer was released yesterday for Fifty Shades Darker. I cannot wait!

The restaurant scene in the trailer of Anastasia removing her panties discreetly and then Christian playing with her in the elevator is arousing to me. I also like the playing pool scene. It's the part where Christian and Ana wager on what happens to the loser. Naturally, no one really loses. Ana is bent over the pool table for a spanking, followed by having sex on the pool table.

You see Christian changing as a person. He is more open to being touched on the chest and face, as he is getting over the physical abuse that he experiences as a young boy. He's trying to be more romantic and win Ana's heart, so my guy should like this movie more and whine less.

And, of course, I'm interested to see the shower scene. My guy and I can identify with many of these scenarios!

I wish that February were already here.

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

Fixing things to make things right and having them run smoothly

It would be nice if things ran smoothly all the time. Sometimes, they do. Other times, they go horribly wrong.

As you know, I changed cell phone providers in late October. Last month, I noticed a number of issues with my first bill:

  • I had asked for unlimited Canada-wide long-distance calling. It wasn't applied to my plan. As a result, my talking to my guy over the phone for a month racked up $31 worth of charges.
  • I was promised a $10 per month discount on my monthly rate. It never got applied either.
So, I called the company on a Sunday. I spoke to a guy who was helpful on the whole. 

He was great to reimburse me for the long-distance charges and added unlimited Canada-wide calling to my plan. My guy and I are roughly a two-hour drive away from each other, so it makes sense to have unlimited calling since we chat a lot.

I was advised that the second point could be fixed if I switch from being a business customer to a residential one. I have a corporate discount, which is why I ended up being a business customer. Still, it's ridiculous to transfer my account over simply for a discount.

I told my guy about the whole situation. He was annoyed. He has also dealt with similar issues when he changed to his corporate account. He's used to it, unfortunately.

Last week, I contacted my sales rep. She advised that she was driving. She asked that I call her. I was about to have lunch, so I didn't.

I remembered to call her today. She checked. Sure enough, the discount was not applied. She is having that slapped on. I will also get reimbursed for the previous month.

And then, there's work.

Whenever we have a software release, our user guides need to be uploaded to a special repository for folks to access at any time. In the past, three of us would upload each guide one at a time. The work was not difficult. Rather, it was extremely time-consuming.

This past weekend, I tried a new tool that allows you to upload all guides at once. The catch is to load the details correctly. You then press a few buttons and everything runs smoothly.

I triple-checked my information. On Monday, I uploaded all 117 user guides. No errors! 

My colleague then kicked off another build to order the documents in our repository. In less than a day, we were done.

I told him that it was the most stress-free upload that we have ever worked on. He commended the fact that I was meticulous with all details, which helped. Everything ran perfectly.

It was a good day. Let's hope for more of them.

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Playful chat on being a good girl

Texting on Skype is a lot of fun with my guy (MG).
Me: I'm being good
MG: Oh, no. Don't start with this again.
Me: I'm a goodie girl
MG: I had an indisputable confession from you
Me: In a goodie wo-o-rld
MG: No, no, no
Me: No, that doesn't count
MG: Of course, it does
Me: Nooo
MG: Yessss
Me: Noooo * infinity
Me: I win. Yay!
MG: Yessss infinity and beyond
MG: I win yay!
Me: Yes, Buzz
Me: Noooo
Me: Me win first!
MG: We'll see
Me: Okay, says this good girl
MG: Bad, very bad
Me: Nooooo. Good girl forever!
MG: Nope
Me: Oh, well. Just need to continue convincing you
MG: Won't work
It's fun acting like little kids. Playfulness is always encouraged, especially when we are kilometres apart.

Monday, December 05, 2016

Affection, lounge hours, and Skype chats

I can always tell when my guy misses me. It all started before he left for his flight.

On Friday, after we had had lunch and some quality time, he reached for my hand and held it. I tend to be the one these days who will reach for his hand and beat him to the punch, simply because it's who I am. He reached for my hand when we were outside in gusty conditions and he wished me a safe drive home. I wished him safe travels.

When we had lunch that day, we had this conversation:
"I have two stops before I reach my destination," he remarked.
"I hope that you have time to hit a lounge, since you have reached elite status," I replied.
"I'm not sure whether that fancy lounge that we've been to will be open by the time I'm there. I am taking a redeye," he responded.
"I'm pretty sure that it's a 24-hour lounge," I replied.
I wasn't expecting him to call me just before his final flight. He did.
"Hey, the lounge was open and it was busy," he replied.
"See, I told you. Did you believe me? Nooo!" I teased.
"Yes, you were right. I had two bottles of my favourite yogurt drink," he said contently.
"That's good. There should be less whining on the plane," I remarked.
"I just had to share that with you," he told me.
"And, I have no yummy food," I teased.
"You never know. Maybe you'll be back there with me," he replied.
"I hope so. I don't have elite status!"
We actually texted on Skype till he had to put his phone away. It's always a sign that he misses me -- that he wants to talk to me as long as he can. The feeling is always mutual. It also feels good to be missed.

Sunday, December 04, 2016

Love our lurkers (LOL) day - my spanking

For love our lurkers (LOL) day, I asked fellow readers to leave me comments. Each comment would lead to two smacks across my bare bottom, administered by my guy.

Well, after a revision, I went with a total of 34 smacks, and multiplied it by four:
  • 34 smacks with a wooden hairbrush
  • 34 slaps with a purple acrylic ruler
  • 34 whacks with a leather paddle
  • 34 spanks of my guy's choosing
Some details about the implements:
  • My wooden hairbrush is a rectangular paddle brush, so it covers quite the surface area
  • My purple acrylic ruler is one of my favourite spanking implements, which is always in my car's glove compartment
  • I have two leather paddles, but my guy chose the larger one where one has leather on one side, and fuzzy soft purple material on the other
  • As expected, my guy chose to use his bare hand to spank me
As crazy as this statement may sound, getting 136 smacks + more across your backside isn't that bad. That's not to say that my pert posterior isn't sore right now. Perhaps it's because we have fun banter as he spanks me that I don't notice how sore I am until well after the spanking is over.

We got into my car's backseat after lunch on Friday. I presented the spanking implements to him.
"Do you have a preference as to which one you'd like me to use?" my guy asked me.
"Not really. I would like you to spank me with your hand last, though," I replied.
I find that an open-hand spanking to hurt more. It's also the most intimate spanking to me. He was good with using his hand last.

My guy signalled me to go over his lap. I playfully protested, which caused him to give me a few swats as I finally got pulled over his knee. He took down my jeans and panties. He caressed my backside and told me that he has been looking forward to spanking me, especially before he flies off on business.

The unpredictability of whether he is going to spank me with the soft part of the paddle or the leather paddle added to the surprise. Naturally, a bad girl would prefer to have the former. My guy alternated between spanking me hard with the leather side and lightly with the fuzzy side. When the leather side landed, the sound was loud and sometimes shocked me when the hard slap came down. He teased me by rubbing the paddle across either buttock from time to time and quickly giving me a few smacks in succession.

My guy then used the purple ruler. He playfully scolded me for being his bad girl while slapping me with it. Some slaps came fast and in one spot. 
"That hurts!" I told him, trying to protect my bare butt with my hand.
"You are such a naughty girl. Move your hand," he sternly stated, tapping my hand with the ruler.
"No!" I replied defiantly.
My guy held my hand behind my back and used his free hand to continue slapping my bottom with the ruler. Because I was disobedient, he gave me ten extra slaps as punishment.

He then went to using the wooden hairbrush. He has never spanked me with one before. The last time I got a spanking with a wooden hairbrush was over a decade ago. It was exciting! 

My guy changed it around by being methodical about spanking each buttock with the same intensity. He changed the location while telling me that my butt was getting red. I knew that it was. I could feel the soreness set in, but I loved how it felt.

Finally, he caressed my sore backside.
"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl?" he asked me rhetorically.
"I've told you a ton of times that I am always good," I replied.
"That's not true. I already got a confession from you and now you are telling me a lie?" he asked me.
"No, it's the truth," I insisted.
My guy didn't like that. He spanked me hard with his hand. I loved every smack, even though my butt was warm and achy.
"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl now?" he asked me after my 34th smack with his hand.
"Yes," I replied.
"Good," he said, rubbing my backside for a while. "Your butt gets cuter when it has been spanked long and hard."
He helped me up. I sat next to him. He held me in his arms and kissed my forehead.
"You can certainly take a good, long spanking. I always knew that you could," he said to me tenderly.
"Thanks for being such a good spanker and my Mr Meanie," I replied.
He hugged me harder.

Saturday, December 03, 2016

Change of plans and a suggestion to drive his car

My guy called me just after 13:00 on Friday. Now and again, he has to change our plans.
"Can we eat at the closer Chinese restaurant?" my guy asked me.
"Sure," I replied.
"I can meet you there," he stated.
"I thought that you would be parking at the office, and I'd drive us to the restaurant, followed by the airport?" I asked.
"I have a lot of bags. I don't think your car can store everything, so I will take a taxi and expense it," he replied.
I could have been disappointed about not saying goodbye to my guy at the airport, but I had a suggestion.
"I can drive you to the airport and drive your car," I said in a teasing manner.
Pure silence. Moments later, my guy could talk again.
"Um, thanks for the offer. But, I will take a taxi," he said.
We both laughed. Give me time and I will wear him down.

Friday, December 02, 2016

A spanking is an excellent gift suggestion

The other day, I finally got around to listing gift suggestions for my guy. He requested a list of items that I'd like for Christmas.

Although I feel that he is a great gift-giving guy (say that fast a few times), he always feels at ease when I point out what I'd like.

I'm frankly happy that I have him. It was my first answer when he asked me what I wanted for Christmas.

Anyway, I thought of a few items that he can get locally. The last gift on my list was a good spanking from him. It's my favourite gift that he gives to me. I enjoy receiving it all year long.

Thursday, December 01, 2016

New car, new treehouse, new teasing

My guy called me on Wednesday night.
"I got a car," he told me with excitement.
"Great! What am I driving?" I asked him.
"I am driving a roomy Lexus," he said, which made us laugh at my attempt to break him down.
"Nice! Plenty of room in the backseat?" I hinted.
"Yes, it's a spacious treehouse," he replied.
He's happy with it. He got it on Tuesday night. It's an off-white colour.
"I can't wait to see and drive it," I teased.
"You can see it and say hello. It has a push button to start it," he stated.
"I can't wait to drive it," I reinforced.
"You can push the button and I can drive it," he replied. 
"I like pushing your buttons more," I joked.
It is fun teasing him. My mission to break him down so that I can drive his beloved car starts again.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Contractor nightmare is over and my spanking is coming

The nightmare at work (that is, the male contractor who yawns and is nonproductive) ended on Tuesday. My manager gave him two weeks to complete an assignment remotely and declared him terminated from the company after he hands in his work.

Part of me felt relieved. I was having my lunch when my manager escorted the contractor from the building. It has been highly stressful to work with someone who is clearly there to earn money and to not learn. The other part of me does not like to see him lose his job less than a month before the holidays.

He spent nearly a week editing a single Word document that was well under 100 pages. He had a deadline originally set for two days to get it done.

He doesn't retain much that I have taught him. Oddly, my manager told me that this contractor remembered that I had said that he was doing a good job. Um, that was during his second week. It wasn't as of late. My boss said that he is clueless. I have to concur.

My manager stated that everything that he does ends up having mistakes. He is right. Every time I had to review his work, including early Tuesday morning, I found mistakes.

He could not get processes in order. They were not difficult to follow!

Frankly, I wasn't too thrilled after interviewing him with my manager nearly two months ago. I didn't like the idea that he wanted to learn what everyone else was doing around him. My boss regrets hiring him. I also didn't get how this contractor scribbled notes on the side of his writing test that he had completed just before his interview with us. Why?

My manager left the contractor's training manuals and his notebook. I leafed through the latter. He included his monthly expenses. He had thirty bagels going for a dollar each. As someone who loves bagels, he was paying too much for one. I ended up ripping his notes out of the notebook and shredding them. His notes were not detailed.

My guy wrote the training manuals. He is always helpful when I ask him for them for my co-op students and new hires.

My guy is busy preparing for his trip. He flies out on Friday. It's the same day where I receive 34 x 4 smacks across my backside. And, yes, it makes me happy just thinking about it.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

My guy is lo mein!

On Saturday, my guy ordered the beef and mushrooms on a hot, sizzling plate for lunch. I had brought my appetite to the Chinese restaurant. I hadn't had anything to eat since 19:00 on Friday. I went with the special fried rice.

Both dishes were yummy. My guy needed help polishing his food choice.
"You aren't eating the beef dish. You need to work on that," my guy noted.
"I have been focusing on the fried rice. It's so good," I reasoned.
"I know, but you need more protein," my guy stated, pushing the dish closer to me.
"You're such a meanie," I teased.
"You mean that I'm chow mein," he said, being punny.
"Horrible!" I exclaimed, while laughing at his terrible pun.
After we had finished lunch and left the restaurant, he continued with his pun.
"I'm still chow mein, right?" he said, giving me a side hug.
"You're lo mein," I replied.
"Hey, that's better," my guy observed.
"Lo mein. So mean. It's a closer pun," I said.
"See, my puniness is rubbing off on you," he said, grinning.
"Horrible!" I exclaimed, which prompted my guy to squeeze my left arm.
He's a sweet guy who enjoys puns.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Brunch at a Chinese restaurant and gift suggestions

On Saturday, I was probably ten minutes into my drive over to the Chinese restaurant where we were to meet when my guy called me. I indicated that it would take me another twenty minutes. He told me to take my time while he sipped some green tea.

I got to the restaurant, walked in, and it was packed. I was trying to find my guy, but I couldn't. A nice man at the restaurant asked if I needed any help. I asked whether he knew of a male customer sitting by himself. He pointed to my guy about four feet in front of me, sitting at a booth. I wouldn't have seen him from the angle that I was at.

I walked over to him and caressed his perfectly uniform head. He had soft stubble that felt nice. My guy smiled at me.
"Hey, you made it!" he said, putting his phone down.
"Yes, I finally did," I said, removing my coat and sat down across from him.
"Have some tea," he gestured.
"Is there any left?" I joked.
My guy is an attentive guy. He noticed my bracelet that he has never seen before.
"I got my bracelet for less than $20. It's sterling silver with a cute diamond ring charm," I described to him as he analyzed it on my right wrist.
"See, you're becoming a Cheap Bastard like me," he said proudly.
"I'm a CB-ette," I teased, which made him chuckle.
While we ate, we chatted about a number of things. One thing led to another and he asked me what I wanted for Christmas.
"I want you," I said to him without thinking.
"You can have me for Christmas, and all the days before and after it. I'm yours," he said.
He's sweet. He tends to ask me for gift suggestions, although he's good at gift-giving. I need to compile my list.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Wake-up call for a last-minute brunch date

I slept in on Saturday morning. I was waking up at my own pace, catching up on reading e-mails on my phone.

I have a Pebble watch. I bought it because the pedometer is accurate and I ended up ditching my Fitbit One. It took getting used to wearing a watch, but I'm good with it now. It also allows me to answer my cell phone.

My phone rang. It was my guy.
"Hey," I said to him.
"Hey, how are you?" he asked me.
"Good. I woke up about half an hour ago," I replied.
"Nice," he replied. "I have been up since 07:00."
"Wow, it's a complete role reversal between us," I remarked.
"Yes," he acknowledged. "I was wondering whether you'd like to do lunch. I am in-between test-driving cars."
My guy has a habit of asking me to go out for last-minute dates here and there. He was a bit worried that I would say no, as he knows that I like to plan what I do on weekends.

My original plan was to go to the One of a Kind Show, which is a great show to go to when you are figuring out what gifts to give for Christmas or other occasions. I did a fine job getting gifts last year. I don't have a need to do it again this year because I have nothing to buy. Instead, I decided to run my usual errands.
"Sure," I said. "Where are you?"
"I'm in downtown Toronto," he replied. "I can take the Gardiner and meet you around Highway 427."
Dead silence on my end. My guy realized what he had said.
"You're east, right?" he asked.
"Yes. The 427 is west, closer to work, sweetie," I replied.
"You know that I am directionally challenged. How about the 404?" he replied.
"Yes," I said, trying not to giggle.
"East, west, north, south. I can meet you south, but I'd be in Lake Ontario," he joked.
"That would not be good," I remarked.
It was nice to have an eating date with my guy. It was lunch for him, but breakfast for me.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Black-and-white spanking photo

I have been sorting through my photos as of late. I found this one in my collection. I have no idea who to credit, but I like it:

I like vintage look of this photo. I love the woman's panties. The spanker's stare looks a bit odd to me, though. I simply imagine that it's my guy and all is better.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Black Friday - ugh!

Happy belated Thanksgiving for all celebrating the day! I loved living in the States for a couple of years, mainly because I was thankful twice each year. I got to celebrate Canadian and American Thanksgiving.

Black Friday makes me cringe, though. I do not understand why an American trend is now alive and growing like the plague in Canada, other than for commercial reasons. Last year, I refused to participate. I am in the same boat today.

I think I am turned off by these alleged deals in Canada because I don't have anything to buy. I plan my gift-buying so well that I have been done my Christmas shopping since October!

If I do get the itch to buy at discount prices, I will either give Cyber Monday a shot, or wait till we have Boxing Day sales in December.

My rant about Boxing Day sales getting extended in recent years to Boxing week sales merits a new blog post down the road.

My guy, who is an avid shopper, doesn't mind Black Friday. However, he feels the same way that I do about the prices. He hasn't found decent prices on items that he wants. Meanwhile, he loves Boxing Day sales as much as I do.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Reaching a blog post milestone and teasing my guy about driving his future car

This post will make it 215 posts that I have authored so far this year. This number ties the number of posts that I wrote in 2015.

I wrote more at a faster pace this year. I don't know if it is because I have more stories to tell or if I have more time on my hands this year to write.

I am not a competitive person, so I didn't have the goal of surpassing the number of posts that I had written last year. I also do not have the inclination to blog daily. I did that several years ago. I am not sure how I managed to do it.

In any event, it's amazing that my blog has been active for over a decade and it took me a few years to blog often.

To change the topic, my guy is looking for a new car. He has plans to test-drive a couple this week. I like teasing him.
"So, you'll let me drive your new car as soon as you have it, right?" I asked him.
"Um, you will someday," he said.
"No, you can let me drive it. I am an excellent valet," I teased.
"I will let you know," he replied.
"I will wear you down. I have done it before, so I know that I can do it again. I also know how to get your car keys from you," I stated cheerfully.
"Yes, when I'm dopey, I can't fight off a cute girl like you," he admitted.
I enjoy teasing him. He likes when I do, too.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Blogger changes, contractor woes, yummy sweets, and gym trips

I see that Blogger's user interface has changed. It gives you the look and feel of a Google application. So far, I haven't come across any bugs. Naturally, there is plenty of time to find one!

With the annoying contractor at work, we had a talk and I gave him a piece of my mind. I was firm, but not to the point where I was bashing him to death. Part of me wanted to, but I am too polite to do that in front of his face. I felt better. He hasn't got a clue.

I told my guy about my interactions with the guy. He laughed at the fact that this guy is socially inept and started firing work-related questions when I first walked into the office. As usual, my guy told me to hang in there. After all, this guy will be gone in a month's time.

My manager and I had a venting session on Friday about this guy. We both agreed that his contract will not be renewed next year. He advised that this guy will not pass probation.

My guy and I had a good chat on Tuesday evening. Unfortunately, my new cell phone provider's signal is weaker than my previous one when it comes to talking in the basement. I need to do some research on cell phone boosters in the home. I was fine holding it up in the air, doing my best impression of the Statue of Liberty, which made my guy laugh.

Anyway, my guy is travelling to Egypt and Moldova in over a week's time.
"What would you like me to bring back from Cairo?" my guy asked me.
"How about those honey sweets that you brought back a few years ago. They were yummy," I replied.
"Sure. Yummy goodies for a yummy girl."
We chatted while we both worked out. I was on my glider. My guy at the gym on a treadmill.
"I was planning to go to the gym yesterday, but I didn't. I was dressed for it," my guy admitted.
"Hey, that's progress. In the past, you would just say no and climb back into bed without changing your clothes."
He chuckled. He knew that I was speaking the truth.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Frustration with a contractor - ugh!

I enjoyed blogging this past weekend. Frankly, I miss the weekend already. I was relaxed, happy, and cheerful.

All of those sentiments faded away when I got to work on Monday. I have to vent. 

It has been a while since I have felt so perturbed over a co-worker's actions that it makes me feel sick.  I felt tension in my neck and forehead. I could feel heartburn creeping in. My stomach has been queasy. I have felt this way for several hours now. Luckily, a nice, relaxing warm shower has got me in the mood to write.

At work, we recently hired two contractors. The first one is male. The second one joined a week later and is female. I don't have an issue with the latter.

The male is problematic. He constantly yawns throughout the day. He doesn't take notes. I actually had to tell him to take notes. Funny how professors never truly tell their students to take notes. It's implied that you do. 

He isn't a quick learner. He doesn't do what I have asked him to do and his work suffers. He takes constant breaks. The list goes on and on.

The first incident happened last Thursday. I came in to work and he attempted small talk. He asked me whether I was thrilled about not having a 07:00 meeting. It was an uninteresting one-liner, but I give him credit from trying. I simply told him that these meetings are part of the job.

I still had my coat on. I still had my lunch bag strapped across my body. I had yet to take my laptop out of my bag. He started asking me work-related questions.

I don't work that way. Let me settle in. I told him so. He is 27 years of age. He doesn't act it.

I finally got my coat off and started logging on to my laptop. I grabbed my mug to get some hot water for my tea. Apparently, my bluntness wasn't effective enough. He started again with another work-related question.
"I am getting hot water. Are you serious? Let me settle in. Your question can't be that important, can it?" I asked him, practically rhetorically.
"No, it can wait."
As much as I like helping people out, I don't like starting my workday with countless questions and have yet to sit down to do work. Let me answer my e-mails and log in to all applications that I need. Let me breathe.

Then, there was Monday. I met with him to see how he was doing with a fairly straightforward writing task. Well, I thought that it was straightforward.
"Did you start a [documentation] build?" I asked him.
"No, I forgot," he replied.
"We need to start a build, so we can see what the documentation looks like from a reader's perspective. Often, I will catch issues that I don't see in our editor," I stated.
Well, my words of wisdom backfired on me. I asked him to start a build. I had yet to review his work.

My manager and this co-worker had a one-on-one meeting Monday afternoon. They came out of the meeting with my manager asking that all three of us talk about some work items that they had discussed.

It turns out that they reviewed the documentation build output that I had yet to review. Sure enough, this co-worker managed to make a guide that is supposed to have the same content in two different software products look completely different. He messed up bigtime.

I pointed out that it was the reason why he needed to build our documentation -- to review it. My manager also asked him the same question.

I was probably more perturbed that I had to explain what he was doing to my manager. This guy obviously cannot communicate what he is or was working on.

I also wasted even more time talking to him. As usual, he has a bunch of questions and does not try to retain any answers that I have given him on countless occasions. I sound like a parrot. I don't get any treats, though.

Oh, did I mention that we have a deadline for this Friday to have all our documents completed? It's not going to happen with this incompetent contractor.

I was steaming in frustration for the remainder of my time at the office. I haven't felt like that in a while.

My working out helped. So did the shower, as I have just mentioned. Blogging does, too. It's therapeutic.

I do wish that my guy could be with me right now. He's always good at hugging me, kissing my forehead, and telling me that things are going to work out. They always do. 

He's right. I just miss that reassurance from him.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Revised spanking tally - number of spanks is in triple digits

Love our lurkers (LOL) day ended up being a two-parter event this year. My intent was to collect comments from day one. The number of comments that day would be tabulated and the final result, along with the various spanking plans, would be shared on day two.

I received four comments on day 2. Part of me wants to say no, that wasn't the original plan, and to reject them. The pushover side of me wants to include them.

Well, since I am creatively adjusting my spanking plans from LOL day, I am going to include the four late comments, but reduce the number of smacks. So, instead of eight smacks, they count as four.

Why? I want the number to be 34. It's sentimental.

When my guy and I first started dating, he didn't want to know how old I was. To this day, I don't know whether he knows how old I am. To him, it doesn't matter. He just wants to be with me and love me. It's mutual.

We were chatting one day, several months after we officially started dating. He said that I looked cute and young. I was curious how old he thought that I was. Without hesitation, he said that I looked 34 years old. He was and is sweet.

So, it's 34 spanks. It's final.

My guy and I agreed on the following spanking plan:
  • 34 smacks with a wooden hairbrush
  • 34 slaps with my purple acrylic ruler
  • 34 whacks with a leather paddle
  • 34 spanks with whatever implement my guy would like to use
My guy is happy to carry out this plan. I can't wait! I will definitely share the results of this fun plan. Thanks for helping out!

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Love our lurkers (LOL) day 2 - the results

I hope that you had a wonderful Love Our Lurkers (LOL) day yesterday. I had a lot of fun checking out blogs that I visit regularly, and discovering brand new ones to add to my blogroll.

My goal was to have enough comments to get the number of smacks across my backside in the double digits. Thanks to everyone, both lurkers and non-lurkers, for leaving comments.

Fifteen fine folks left comments. The number of smacks that I will endure on my bare bottom will be thirty. I am more than thrilled!

I have votes for a leather implement, a ruler, and a hairbrush to be used on me. I still need to hammer out those details. Part of me wants all three implements used on me. I will need to discuss my strategy with my guy.

My guy likes the fact that I have a high pain threshold. Naturally, I am aiming for the following:
  • Thirty smacks with the wooden hairbrush
  • Thirty slaps with my purple acrylic ruler
  • Thirty whacks with a leather paddle
I am adventurous. Yep, I'd be getting a grand total of ninety smacks. It just depends on how energetic and enthusiastic my guy will be. 

As always, I will keep you posted. Thanks for making my LOL day so memorable and fun!

Friday, November 18, 2016

Love our lurkers (LOL) day - your comments count towards smacks across my bottom!

It's my second time participating in LOL day. Yay!

I didn't plan the first one all that well. I had just read about it. I simply asked readers to pose questions and I responded enthusiastically.

I do know what it's like to be a blog lurker. When I first started out writing in this blog, I visited other blogs to find out what was out there for a spanking enthusiast. It opened my world. However, I didn't start commenting until much later.

These days, I am better at commenting. I just wish that I had more time in the day to read every blog out there.

So, please leave me a comment and say hi. I don't bite!

There is an added incentive. For every comment from a unique visitor (yes, you!), it will count towards two smacks across my bare backside. I will let you know what the final tally will be. My guy will do the honours in administering my sound spanking. You can also vote for a spanking implement that my guy should use on me.

I'd like to get in the double digits, so comments are encouraged!

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Lunch plan changes, car sold, and airport rides

My guy and I had talked about having lunch on Tuesday. My guy indicated that he'd be at work by 1 pm. He had a flight at 4:20 pm. I teased him about how appropriate the time was for weedy guy.

At around 11 am on Tuesday morning, my guy called me. I could tell that he was concerned.
"I put up my car for sale twelve hours ago. I just sold it this morning," he said, breaking the news.
"Wow, that was fast. Are you okay?" I asked him.
"I'm going through withdrawal symptoms, but I"m okay," he admitted.
"I won't be able to drive your manual car," I said in a disappointed tone.
"I did offer to let you drive it," my guy insisted.
"Yes, when we were both dopey. It's not good to be dopey and operating a vehicle," I reasoned.
"True," he admitted. "I am taking a taxi to the airport. If you'd like to still meet for lunch, you'll need to pick me up at the terminal."
"Okay. You'll be checking your bag in first, correct?" I asked him.
"Yes," he confirmed.
To make a long story short, I met him at the airport after 2 pm. He had a bit of a wait to check his luggage in. Meanwhile, I had figured out where the cell phone parking lot was, so I waited there for his call.

When my guy called me and indicated that he was finally done, I drove over to the departures level.
"I see your car, bluie," he replied. "It looks like you're speeding, as usual."
"I see you," I replied, recognizing his wave and admiring how good he looked.
He hopped in my car and we drove over to our old Chinese restaurant that we used to hang out at. The woman there immediately recognized us. It has been nearly a year since we were both there. She remembered what dishes we both liked. I think that it helps that my guy and I love the food there, and that I gave it a great review on Yelp.

We enjoyed eating our meals as we chatted.
"How's your backside these days?" my guy asked me.
"The soreness is nearly gone," I reported.
"That's impressive," he replied, admiring his spanking skills.
"It was a good spanking," I complimented him.
"Good! You deserved it. I also got a confession from you that you are a very bad girl," he said with a smile.
"We know that it's not true," I hinted.
"It's still a confession from a cute girl," he replied.
"You're sweet."
After lunch, I drove my guy back to the airport, holding his hand all the way there. It's always nice that we are affectionate. He also likes the added bonus that my hand ends up warming his cold hand.

We hugged once we arrived at the terminal. It was nice. I wished him a good flight. Luckily, it's a short trip. He flies back on Thursday.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Difference between we and you during a ruler spanking

On Saturday, our date night was a bit different. My guy's class ended an hour earlier than usual. It just meant that we got to see each other earlier, which was a bonus.

We met in our usual spot, in the treehouse. My guy and I got into the backseat. His hands were cold. I am nicknamed the furnace, as I tend to be so warm that holding his hands for ten minutes actually warms them up.

My guy is thinking about selling his beloved car. Recently, it has had a series of odd things happen to it. The battery drained a few times. Trying to use the manual key lock was a challenge, requiring a screwdriver to pop off the cover. The other week, one of his car's headlights died. Screwing in the lightbulb took a visit to a mechanic to diagnose the issue.

So, my guy is on the hunt for a pre-owned car again. He told me about what cars he has seen so far. I can only hope that he finds a car with fewer issues.

He then focused his attention on me.
"Even though you are on your period, I can still punish you," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl in a good world. You sang that to me recently," I teased.
"I don't think so. Where is your spanking apparatus?" he asked me.
"Apparatus? It sounds like you are conducting an experiment," I giggled.
He went to my glove compartment to find my ruler. He then signalled me to go over his knee, smacking my butt lightly with his hand.
"I think you have the wrong person," I protested, as I stretched across his lap.
"Nope, you're the bad girl that I want. I am going to spank you until you admit that you're a bad girl," he insisted.
"I am a good girl, though" I insisted.
"No, you are bad, bad, bad," he said, slapping my backside after each instance of bad.
"Good, good, good," I replied.
"Bad, bad, bad," he repeated.
I like when he slaps each buttock in rapid succession. The stinging feeling is nice for a bit until the pain starts to creep in.
"So, are we going to admit that we are bad?" he asked.
"We?" I asked him. "Who's we? The royal we?"
We both started to laugh. It's the writer in me. It's also the fun that we have during a spanking session. The chatter is fun.
"I mean you," he stated.
"You said we. If we means you, then yes, you are bad," I teased.
That remark led to more smacks with the ruler, which hurt.
"Are you going to admit that you're a bad girl?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am a bad girl," I said, caving in.
"Are you a bad girl or a very bad girl?" he continued.
"I just said that I am a bad girl. Isn't that enough?" I challenged.
More ruler smacks landed across my sore backside. I finally said that I was a very bad girl. He laughed and stopped. We then cuddled.

I enjoy the spankings that he gives me. They are fun and I like the idea of confessing that I'm bad.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

My guy wearing math underwear

Last Christmas, I bought my guy a pair of bamboo underwear. The pattern had math equations on it and was named smarty pants. They were fitting (pun intended), as we both like math and he is geeky. My guy told me that he loved them and wanted to change his all his underwear to be bamboo.

I have never seen him in said pair of underwear until last Saturday. I was playing with his hard cock for a while in his pants. He then undid his pants.
"I'm wearing your underwear that you got me last year," he said with a huge grin.
"Nice!" I exclaimed, touching the material before I continued playing with his member.
It's nice when he appreciates a gift that I have bought him. It was also great that I made him ejaculate all over my hand that night.

I could get him another pair. One pattern has hot dogs all over. I would love to see him in it, but I am not sure that he'd like seeing hot dogs, as he always tells me that they are bad for me to consume!

Monday, November 14, 2016

Visting Costco, whining, and seeing me

As of late, my guy calls me while he is working out. Needless to say, I like when he does.

For the past week, he hasn't called me until Friday night. I knew why.
"How's the new Costco?" I asked him, as the store just opened last Wednesday.
"Great! It is an extension of my home," he admitted.
"I knew that it would be the case. At least I know where you are. How often are you there?"
"I was there twice on opening day, yesterday, and today," he recalled.
"You are averaging a visit a day. It's not surprising," I said, which made us both laugh.
My guy loves Costco. The new store close to him has a gas station, so he is in heaven.

We talked about the fact that he has a quick one-day business trip to Texas next week. He started whining about the price of his ticket. Again, it's nothing unusual.
"It's okay. The company will reimburse you," I consoled him.
"It's know, but the price is outrageous," he said, continuing to complain.
"Yes, but it's a last-minute trip, sweetie. You are expected to pay more," I reasoned.
"I know. I just need to tell you how I feel," he stated.
"I know. You enjoy whining. You are entitled to it, after all," I said.
"I wasn't whining, really," he remarked.
"No, you just told me with a whiny tone," I observed, which made him laugh.
We talked a bit more about the topic.
"What don't you whine about? Sleep is something that you don't whine about," I recalled.
"That's true. I love sleep. I don't whine about you," he said in his sweet way.
"That's nice. Maybe you're being sweet to make up for not calling me for nearly a week?" I teased.
"No, it's true. Can I see you on Saturday?" he asked me.
""Sure, but I will be focusing on you. My time-of-the-month ritual happened yesterday," I mentioned,.
"That's okay. I want to see you."
So, we had a nice date night on Saturday. More about that in a bit.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Good girl position versus bad girl position

My guy and I have a lot of fun with our dialogue before, during, and after a spanking. The following banter happened a few weeks ago in our treehouse.
"Assume the position," he said to me, shifting over to the middle of the backseat.
"I am," I said, looking at him, still seated next to him. "This is my good girl position."
"I meant your bad girl position," my guy said, smiling.
He gentle pulled me over his lap. He spanked me with his hand. Good times had by all!

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Election to the south and Canada's immigration Web site crashed

In 2000, I moved to a city in Minnesota to start a new career, which has served me well ever since. It was the same year in which this Canadian had to endure the U.S. election between George W. Bush and Al Gore.

I tuned in to ABC that evening. The results were tight. I went to bed. The following day, the results were still up in the air. It all came down to hanging chads and the archaic way of using punch-card ballots, which were made by my employer!

I sort of feel the same way with the U.S. election results right now. I don't expect an immediate, definitive result because the race is so tight. It is also sad that Americans seem to be voting for the lesser of two evils, relatively speaking.

One thing that my ex and my guy have in common? Politics. The former was a professor of political studies. My guy has an interest for politics. As for me, I have a love for math. So, I tune in to election results because I like numbers.

It's an important election. If Trump wins, some Americans have vowed to move to Canada. Our immigration Web site crashed a few hours ago. It's that bad.

It's funny, but my guy and I both heard about the site crash and we immediately told each other. We are one, even under weird circumstances like this one.

Monday, November 07, 2016

Job opportunity and travel

Now and again, I get e-mail from recruiters for contract positions. Something different happened to me on Friday. A recruiter wants to hire me for a full-time position. She found my resume online.

The job doesn't exactly cut my commute time down. It's actually a few blocks away from my current place of employment. However, the job sounds like a decent fit for me. I would get to both write and train others. I am hoping that my working isn't as insane as it is these days.

I took Monday off as a vacation day. I invited the talent scout to call me. We had a good fifteen-minute conversation. She wanted a copy of my resume. Of course, I hadn't updated mine in a year, so I went ahead and did just that today. I have officially applied for the position.

We'll see what happens. I can only hope for an interview.

My guy will be travelling in December for a week. I think that he welcomes a bit of travel. He has been grounded for nearly a couple of months, which has been helpful. We get to see each other more and it allows him to teach his Saturday course without juggling his travel schedule.

Sunday, November 06, 2016

Medication, diet, sleep, and travel

I decided to take Monday off as a vacation day. This weekend is a three-day weekend for me. It is much needed!

My guy has been on medication to counter depression for nearly a year now. I have definitely noticed that his mood is more stabilized. Of course, any medication has side effects. In his case, it has increased his blood sugar.

It has been helpful that I have been able to support him. I lost sixty pounds and have kept it off for five years. I reduced carbs and sugar from my diet. He has done the same. 

His doctor has decided to put him on another medication, to keep his blood sugar down. 
"Sorry I haven't called you," he apologized on Saturday. "I haven't been exercising since I went on my new medication. Exercising while talking to you helps a ton."
"It's okay. You are probably enjoying not working out in favour of sleeping in."
Although we both laughed, it is a fact. My guy would rather sleep in than exercise. I don't blame him! He has promised to exercise three times a week. He simply needed to test out his new medication.

My guy hasn't travelled much lately for work, which has been great. We have been spending more time together. He does have a trip in December for a week. That's not bad at all.

Thursday, November 03, 2016

Cell phone providers, a new phone, and customer service

I recently changed cell phone providers. I had been with my former provider just after I had graduated with an undergraduate degree, which was roughly under two decades ago.

As soon as my cell phone number was transferred to my new cell phone provider, the old one has sent a couple of e-mails, asking that I fill out a survey and that the carrier was sorry to see me go.

Although I would have liked to have stayed with the same cell phone provider, paying a ton of money a month more simply because contracts have changed from three years to two does not exactly make it affordable, even though I would still be okay.

Canada has expensive cell phone plans when you compare them at a global level. To get a subsidized phone, I would need to get on at least an $80 a month plan, which would actually be a downgrade for me. It only includes 500 MB of data. Yes, our data plans are ridiculously high.

I called my old cell phone provider before I made the switch. There were no decent offers given that would make me want to say. I was told that $200 would be knocked off towards subsidizing a new phone, but the $80 rate would stand. I asked how the transfer procedure would work. The woman didn't exactly prevent me from switching. She told me to go ahead and proceeded to explain the procedure.

In the past, I felt like I was a valued customer. Nope, times have changed. This company is so large that loyalty is obsolete.

I'm happy with my new cell phone plan, which is a corporate one. I am enamoured with my new Google Pixel phone. I enjoy using it. I feel bad for my iPhone. I had no problems ditching it.

On Tuesday, my guy called me to see how I was doing. I was at the local mall looking for a cell phone case for my phone. I managed to find two gel cases that were $8 each. I also got a glass screen protector for $10. I was amazed at how cheap everything was. The woman at the store even put the screen protector on for me. Wow!

Now, that's customer service. She gave me her business card. I will definitely be back.

I told my guy that I was talking on my new phone. He is equally as intrigued about the phone as I am. It's nice that he enjoys when I am all geeky with my gadgets. He likes the fact that I enjoy hearing about all the bargains that he found at Costco. It's nice.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Pet fish and fish fry

My guy called me twice on Saturday. The first call was on his way to teaching his course, which was expected, except that he was half an hour early.

We talked about my recent trips to the pet store to get a new aquarium for Bubbles, one of my two betta fish. His tank is twice the size as his original one and comes with a filter, which the first one didn't have. It also has a fancy lighting system.

Somehow, we got into talking about fish and lunch. I was also driving, but was looking for a restaurant to stop by.
"I need to find a place to have lunch," I replied.
"Don't go to your fish store and have them fry some for you," he teased.
"Um, no. That would be bad if there were a fish and chips store next to it," I replied.
My guy called me after his course. I can always tell when he misses me when he needs to call me more than once in a day.
"I just came back from grocery shopping at a middle eastern store," he replied.
"That's good. I should stop by there sometime," I replied.
"You'd like shopping there. The place has fish. You can ask them to fry it for you," he stated.
My guy was being serious. What he didn't know until I told him was that I was feeding Coolio, my other betta fish, when we were talking. I had my guy on speakerphone.

It's a good thing that fish can't understand our conversation. They wouldn't have liked what we had talked about!

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Technology has my attention as of late

All is well. Various distractions have caused me to steer away from blogging momentarily. They are technology-related distractions.

All this troubleshooting has been a bit of a pain. It seems that syncing photos to my iPhone works if I complete this procedure:
  1. Upload my photos to the Photos application on my Mac mini.
  2. Reboot my iPhone.
  3. Close the Photos application.
  4. Close (if it is open) and open iTunes.
  5. Connect my iPhone and sync it with iTunes.
It actually might be best to leave my photos off my phone. I will see how I feel, but at least I have resolved the issue.

Then, my Skype account got hacked on Thursday. I couldn't log into my account. I ended up resetting my password and then finding out that I have Russian contacts. 

It's scary, as my password was a decent mix of characters and numbers to begin with. The hacker managed to use half my Skype credits, which only amounted to $3 CAD. I am asking Microsoft to consider reimbursing me for the amount that I did not use.

On a good note, I have officially changed cell phone providers. I have a new Google Pixel phone, which gives me unlimited space to upload my photos to Google's Photos app.

The Pixel phone is wonderful thus far. My guy listened to me talk about it. I am his geeky gadget girl, after all.

I may ditch my iPhone at this rate! Stay tuned.

I will return to regular blog posts soon.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Technology baffles me, but at least my photo-syncing issues are fixed!

I have always been a troubleshooter. My latest issue with upgrading my Mac mini to the Sierra OS and then attempting to sync my photos to my phone has been fixed. I simply don't know which change that I performed actually fixed everything.

Technology is odd. I am immersed in it at work. It's an interest of mine, too. It's such a love-dislike relationship.

Anyway, I have done a few things to fix this issue:
  1. Changed the properties of my Photos library so that read and write access is granted to all programs accessing it.
  2. Powered off and on my external hard drive, which houses my iTunes library.
  3. Tried to rebuild my library by pressing the Option + Command (Ctrl + Alt) keys. I didn't get the repair option, so I loaded my photos library as normal.
  4. Started iTunes. I tried syncing both my iPod classic (yes, I still own one, as it fits my entire music collection, which is large) and iPhone. Both actions prompted an error message indicating that my photos library was unavailable.
  5. Closed my Photos program.
  6. Tried syncing my iPhone again. My photos synced!
  7. Synced my iPod again. It synced successfully, too!
Again, I did a bizarre set of steps. It will be a miracle if all this syncing works tomorrow. I can then get on with writing about my last spanking.

There are days where I want to book some time away from technology, fly to some tropical location, lounge around, and write in a ruled notebook with a fountain pen. It sounds perfect right about now.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Profiled for being a bad girl

I was pleasantly surprised to find that an excerpt of one of my blog posts made it on Spanking Blog. It was my post of being spanked hard and admitting that I was a bad girl. Thanks so much!

I have upgraded my Mac mini to the Sierra OS. At first, it looked like everything was running smoothly. I am now running into the same photo-syncing issues like I did last year between my phone and iTunes. Oh, what fun!

Once I have fixed all these issues, I will work on writing about my most recent spanking.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Realizing a blowjob fantasy

Fairly early in our relationship, my guy had a fantasy of having me greet him when he first walks in to the room. I would take down his pants and briefs, and give him a blowjob. His penis would then get harder as I sucked him.

The problem? My guy's cock gets hard pretty fast.

It wasn't a problem yesterday. We can consider his fantasy to be completed successfully.

I waited in what seems to be our usual treehouse location across from where he teaches his course on Saturday nights. He drove over, parked next to my car, and joined me in my car.
"Hi," he greeted me.
"Hey," I replied.
My guy quickly pulled down his trousers and briefs, which was in record time.
"Can you suck me while my cock gets hard in your mouth?" he asked me.
I didn't hesitate to go down on my knees in the backseat of my car and give him a blowjob. He was enjoying the moment. I was, too. It was different feeling his erect member get larger in my mouth.

We learned a couple of things during this exercise. My guy loves to pleasure me while I am sucking on him. The problem with doing these acts together is that I get aroused quickly and often reach orgasm before he ejaculates. So, it is best that I simply pleasure him first. He can then work on me afterwards.

My guy loves touching me as I give him a blowjob. It doesn't work well when he had cold hands and he touches my sides. I'm ticklish to begin with, so the coldness makes it worse!

Anyway, he eventually came and was elated. I fumbled for some paper towel. We both helped clean up.

My guy signalled me to cuddle up against him. We were a bit out of practice, since it was a couple of weeks since we last had quality time.

He smelled nice. I love his aftershave. It is the same scent that he had on when we first started dating, which was fitting for this occasion.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Spontaneous meeting - sucking and spanking

My guy and I thought that we'd be meeting sometime next week. He is full of surprises.

On Saturday, he called me while driving to his class. His car's bluetooth connection isn't the best, but it's tolerable.
"Hey, can you meet me after class at 7 pm? I miss you," he told me.
"I can. I miss you, too," I replied without any thought.
"Can you give me a blowjob like last time?"he asked me seriously.
"Sure, I'd love to," I replied.
"I can then punish you for being bad," he replied.
"But, I'm a good girl," I said, playfully whining.
It was a fun time, as expected. I have a sore butt to prove it.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Betta fish and personalities

I have two betta fish. I am glad that I got them after being a petless person for over a decade.

One of my bettas is named Bubbles. He does just that -- builds bubbles all around him. I have been told that he is simply a happy camper.

I am not crazy about the fish tank that I bought for him. It claimed to be easy to clean, but it truly isn't and doesn't filter well. On Friday, I decided to get another one. This one actually has a filter, so I hope that Bubbles continues to live up to his name.

My other betta is named Max. His longer name is Betta Max. Yep, I named him after technology from years past, but it is a play on words. My guy has nicknamed him Coolio. He simply lounges around and chills.

They have distinct personalities. I love them both.

It's nice seeing them swim as close to me and stare. They are probably more interested in being fed than my watching them swim gracefully towards me. I am just glad that they are my pets.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Cell phone provider change and a spanking to come

My guy called me later than usual this evening. It was great hearing from him.

Yesterday, I decided to change cell phone providers. I have been a customer with my current cell phone company for at least fifteen years. At my workplace, there is a corporate rate with another carrier.

I asked my current cell phone carrier whether it could give me some sort of deal. Nope. I'd have to pay $80 a month to subsidize a new phone. The plan is the same one that I am currently on for $60.

With my workplace plan, I get a new phone and my plan goes up to $72 a month. It's not bad considering that I get twice the data as my current plan. So, I have switched.

I told my guy about my new phone.
"You are my geeky gadget girl," he reinforced.
"I am your good geeky gadget girl," I teased.
"No, you are never good," he insisted.
"Yes, I am. Whenever your phone dies, I offer to charge it," I remarked.
"True, but you're being helpful. We need to state the truth that you are bad Cutiebootie and that you have another punishment coming your way."
It's exciting to get a new phone, a better cell phone plan, and a spanking to come.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Naming places of interest on a map with sexy body parts

My guy is the first to admit that he is directionally challenged. I started this conversation the other day.
"It amazes me how you have trouble finding your car in a parking lot. When it comes to finding and touching various parts of me, you have no difficulty. You don't need a map. Nothing," I remarked.
"That's true. I can find any part of you that I'd like to touch, even in the dark," my guy said proudly.
"I wonder why that is," I pondered.
"Maybe various neighbourhoods need to have sexy body part names, like misty valley or nipple hills. I would find my way just fine," he observed.
He would definitely be happy and would be GPS-free!

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Costco and real Coke

My guy loves shopping at Costco. He called me tonight while walking on a treadmill at the gym.
"The new Costco is fifteen minutes away from my place if I walk there," he explained. "It opens in early November."
"That's great. You might as well live there. You can set up your bed with a new mattress and call it home," I replied.
"Shopping makes me happy," he admitted.
"I know. You get high on saving money," I said factually.
He loves talking to me while working out. He shared the results of his blood test. He knows that I have plenty of supportive suggestions to offer, as I have been there.

He is on a mission to reduce his sugar. His medication that he is on for depression spikes his sugar levels. He is doing well and has lost some weight.

We had a discussion about Diet Coke recently. When we first started dating, he told me that he'd take me to a movie and buy me real Coke instead of a generic cola.
"You can tell when a guy is really into you when he buys you real Diet Coke," he hinted.
"That's true. You are into me in more than one way," I said.
We both chuckled. So true.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Watching funny shows late at night, sleeping in, and being accepting

When you have been with someone for a while, it's nice when you just know that person so well that you don't have to explain why you do what you do.

My guy called me on Saturday in the afternoon. We were both driving. I was driving over to a new burger joint just east of where I live, where it serves various game meat (I went with a bison burger). I knew that my guy was driving off to teach his course.
"I stayed up until 02:30 this morning," I told my guy. "I woke up at 10:30."
"Wow, that's late for you. Were you up watching a show?" he asked me.
"Yes, I was catching up on past episodes of Saturday Night Live," I replied.
"Nice. I was up watching old episodes of Marries with Children. I woke up at 11:00 am," he replied.
We are similar, although we are who we are. It's nice that we enjoy comedy shows, staying up late, and sleeping in on weekends.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Costco and panties

My guy absolutely loves shopping at Costco. I tease him that he should live at his local store because he is there so often.

We had this conversation a while back:
"I bought a long-sleeved shirt at Costco today. I haven't bought any clothing there in years," I told him.
"That's good. I'm sure that you look great in it," he replied.
"I think so. I tried it on at the store, over my t-shirt. So, I saved myself a trip to return it if it didn't fit," I said.
"I do that all the time. I will buy a number of articles of clothing, try them on at home, and return what doesn't work for me," he confirmed.
"Too bad there aren't any fitting rooms. Instead, you'd simply see me trying on a bra over my clothes," I laughed.
"If you were trying panties on, I would love to see you trying each pair I give you and seeing your cute butt exposed. I would say, 'No, they don't work. Try these. Okay, let me see the first pair again...'," my guy explained, enjoying the visualization.
He can fantasize all he wants.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Fun soccer chat after intimate treehouse time

Our post-treehouse-time conversations are fun. It's probably because we are so relaxed and lethargic that we end up having jovial chats.

Last Saturday, we were parked in front of a soccer club office.
"We scored several goals tonight," my guy said with a smirk.
"Yes, we were goal-oriented and we scored often," I said.
"Penalties were given out," he continued.
"I got plenty of yellow and red cards. The red cards matched the colour of my butt after my spanking."
We were cuddling and laughing. It was sweet and memorable.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Post-spanking analysis

My guy called me on Tuesday night. I was grabbing some dinner when he called me.
"Hey," he said. "I'm at the gym."
"Are you working your arms so that you can spank me harder?" I asked him.
"I wish. I was amazed at how many smacks you could take before you cracked. I spanked you hard in practically the same couple of areas," he remarked.
"It was a great spanking. I am still sore, but it is dying down."
We chatted for quite a bit as he worked out on the treadmill and then stretched.
"You are a cute girl with a cute butt," he told me.
"Thanks. I'm a cute good girl, right?" I teased.
"No, you're a cute girl, but not good. A cute bad girl... yes," he reasoned.
It's nice being with a sweet guy who enjoys spanking me.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Treehouse time on Saturday night consisting of a hard spanking - part 2

My guy swatted my panty-clad backside with his hand. He shifted over to the middle of my car's backseat. I kissed him on the lips and obediently positioned myself across my guy's lap.

He spanked me with my sturdy purple acrylic ruler over my hot pink panties. I could tell by my guy's reaction that he liked the colour of them. He alternated slapping the ruler on each buttock. He told me that I was a bad girl each time. He then went into a stern talk about how bad I was. He punctuated each word with a hard slap across each buttock.

My butt was warming up and was stinging.
"It hurts," I said to him, moving my right hand over my butt to rub it.
"Move your gorgeous hand," my guy instructed, tapping it lightly with the ruler.
"My bottom hurts," I whined.
He moved my hand, kissed it, and then spanked me some more with the ruler.

I was squirming a bit over his lap as the slaps continued.
"It hurts a lot," I told him.
"Really?" he asked rhetorically.
He briefly put the ruler down and gave me a dozen smacks with his open hand.
"That hurts more!" I protested playfully.
"It's going to hurt more," he told me, pulling down my panties.
"Oh, no... not my bare bottom!"
I love when he pulls down my panties to expose my butt. I feel like I have been such a bad girl.

He used the ruler hard across my bare butt. I loved the sound of the ruler landing on each buttock.
"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said to me.
"No!" I said defiantly.
"I will continue to spank you hard until you say that you're my bad girl."
He probably got another dozen hard slaps in before I finally caved and said that I was bad. He chuckled, pulled my panties up, gave me a couple of lovetaps, and helped me sit down on my sore backside. We kissed and cuddled.
"From now on, I am going to spank you until you admit that you're bad," he said, holding me tightly.
"Okay. As you have said to me, all because I say that I am good, it doesn't mean that I am. Same goes with being bad."
We cuddled for a bit as the soreness set in. He's a good spanker. I enjoyed the hardest spanking that he has ever given me.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Treehouse time on Saturday night - part 1

On Saturday night, I waited for my guy to finish his course at 19:00. He came out of the building about fifteen minutes later. He looked over at my car and headed over to his.

He wore his new pink shirt that he bought at the liquidation centre. He looked good to me, as always. He drove over to my car, honked, and we drove across the street to an empty parking lot.

My guy came over to the passenger side of my car, said hi, and proceeded to adjust the seat forward. I caressed his cleanly shaved head, which he told me that he'd do, along with wearing his new shirt. He smiled.

I adjusted my seat and we headed into the treehouse. We held hands for a bit. My guy had cold hands, as it's Fall after all.

We cuddled. He put his left hand into my back pocket. He then lightly tapped my butt.

We kissed. He pulled down my lilac sweater, so that my shoulders were exposed. He kissed my neck and shoulders. We then locked lips again and kissed. He wanted to play with my breasts, so he pulled them out of my bra and did just that.

I am ticklish. The fact that his hands were cold made me even more ticklish when he ran them down my sides. He thought that it was cute, apologized, and we cuddled some more.

I touched his crotch. His penis was hard in his pants as we kissed.

We both ended up taking our pants and underwear down. He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I proceeded to while he fingered me from behind.

I came first and ended up nuzzling his hard cock afterwards. He told me to rest there for a bit. I kissed his erect member. It responded by getting bigger. I continued sucking it while I was kneeling on the carpeted floor. Just before he ejaculated, I pulled it out of my mouth and jerked him off. He came all over my hand.

I went back to my seat and sat there. We both cleaned up. I then pulled my panties up, which made my guy upset that there wasn't any access. I told him that there was. I just had my panties on.

I caressed my guy's perfectly uniform head. We kissed a bit more. He then started slapping my butt.
"Do you have your ruler?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's on the front seat," I replied.
"Good, let's use it."
More about my spanking in my next post.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Happy Thanksgiving!

It's Thanksgiving in Canada!

I have plenty to be thankful for. Thanks for following along, whether for the first time today or for a while. It means a lot.

I still have a sore backside. It is obvious that my guy did a fine spanking job the other night. I am thankful that he loves me and that he enjoys spanking me.

Sunday, October 09, 2016

Keeping his word by spanking me

On Friday night, we had this conversation over the phone while we were both driving home in our respective cars:
"Starbucks is expensive," my guy remarked, favouring Tim Hortons more.
"Starbucks is good, just like me," I said.
"You are never good! I am going to punish you tomorrow," he replied.
"No, I'm a good girl. Maybe I shouldn't come see you," I teased.
"No, you will come and I will make you cum," he insisted.
"You want to see me because you miss me," I hinted.
"I miss punishing you," he pinpointed.
"You're so mean!" I replied.
He kept his word. I am sitting here with a sore backside. All is well!

Saturday, October 08, 2016

Self-propelled lawnmower and loving hand-holding time

My guy visited the liquidation centre that we were at a week ago. He was excited to share with me what he had bought.
"I got a self-propelled lawnmower for $200. It is regularly $500," he said, with pride.
"You must be thrilled with your savings," I noted.
"Yes, CB is happy," he replied.
"I like that you got a self-propelled mower. First, you don't have to exert yourself as much, so you do less work. Second, you can follow the lawnmower so you don't get lost leaving your property," I noted.
He laughed. He is a good sport.

He told me the other day that he wished that he had more time to hold my hand and love me when we went shopping last week. It's nice when he's mushy and sweet.

I'm excited to see him on Saturday!

Friday, October 07, 2016

Commuting, chatting, and meeting on the weekend

My drive to and from work can be tedious. On a good day, it takes me 40 minutes on way on the highway. When it snows, it's more like two hours. Traffic and some drivers can be horrible.

After work on Thursday, I was hungry and decided to grab some dinner. I got back into my car and started my drive home. My guy called me. He could tell that I was in my car, just as I knew that he was walking outside.

I wish that I could talk to my guy while I drive home every day. I was nearly there before we hung up. He was on his nightly walk and he didn't get lost, which was an added bonus.

We are seeing each other on Saturday, after he is done teaching his course. It makes me look even more forward to this Thanksgiving weekend. There is plenty to be thankful for in my life.

Thursday, October 06, 2016

My guy loves it when I am dopey

A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I had treehouse time on a Friday afternoon. It was a warm, sunny day.

He made me reach orgasm first. I then made him ejaculate all over my hand. It was a nice feeling having my right hand coated with his cum.

I had a roll of paper towel in my car. We used it all to clean up. I ended up holding the cardboard tube in my hand.
"Wakey, wakey!" I said to him, using it as a megaphone.
"I am sort of awake," my guy admitted.
"Cleanup in aisle 1," I said, continuing to talk through the cardboard tube.
"Is that where I am?" my guy said, equally as lethargic as I was.
"Yes, major mess!" I stated with a smile.
"I love when you are dopey and use a cardboard tube as a megaphone," he smiled at me.
"It's fun!"
It sure is.