First day back at work and thoughts about a rosy red backside

Today was my first day back at work after being away for two months. I had back surgery and have been careful during my recovery.

I am still pretty careful. My manager is fine with my working from home for a bit before going back to the office regularly. It's a gradual process for me.

My guy last week said that he would be working from home all this week. I had wanted to go into work today, but it had snowed and it was too icy for my liking.

He was at work. I had written him an e-mail. I was on Skype. He sent me a message and we talked.

Well, I had a modem connection problem. Five minutes later, after having rebooted the modem and my router, I had Internet access again. I called him.

"Sorry about our connection," I apologized. "My modem went down, and I had to reboot it and my router."
"You know I get mad when I can't talk to you," he said in a playful, but serious tone. "You know what that means? You need to be punished."
"You are being unreasonable," I said, while getting excited. "It wasn't my fault."
"I don't care," he argued. "You are going to get what you deserve for being bad."

We both got off. We both missed each other. He missed kissing my lips and touching my thighs. He wanted to spank my bare buttocks until they were bright red. It was a week ago when we did all these activities.

Despite chatting earlier in the day, we did it again late in the afternoon. He told me that he was "addicted" to me. He wanted to grope and spank my bare backside. He wanted me to massage his balls and give him a blowjob. I wanted to be with him, engaging in all these activities in-person.

It was a good first day back at work.

Pre- and post-mortem thoughts about my spanking gift the other day

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Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you and yours this holiday season.

Although I have had the challenge of dealing with a herniated disk and back surgery, it hasn't been a bad year. I managed to meet my guy. He wasn't into spanking until he met a brat like me. He likes it. I like getting spanked often, too. It gives me the opportunity to continue writing about my spanking experiences.

Thanks for visiting my blog, and for checking in from time to time. It means a lot to me.

Breaking a crop during a spanking

Yesterday, my guy came to visit me. It was wonderful.

He was barely through the door when we hugged and kissed. I could feel his penis getting hard as it pressed against me. I was wearing a short, red plaid skirt and a black ballerina t-shirt. I had missed him so much. He felt the same way about me. He apologized for having cold hands. I said that they'd warm up holding me.

He gave me a present. It was a heart-shaped riding crop that vibrates. Frankly, the vibrating part of the crop made me a bit intimidated, but it was this item:

I took it out of the plastic wrap. He inserted the battery. The heart part was leather. I knew that it would hurt when applied to my backside.

We hugged and kissed. He liked the school girl look on me.

"You are the sexiest student I've ever had," he said, as he kissed me. "How are you going to study for your next exam?"
"I won't," I said. "It's a waste of time."
"You know what happens to girls like you?" he asked me.
"No," I said ignorantly, as we kissed.
"They get punished," he said, as we continued to hug and kiss.

He started to undress me. Off came my top. I could tell that he was enjoying kissing me. We did a lot of that, which I enjoyed. He has the softest lips. He then undid my bra, slowly sliding the white straps off my shoulders, playing with my breasts, and then slipping the bra off. He continued to cup my breasts, eventually playing with my nipples.

We hugged and kissed some more. He lifted my plaid skirt up and gave my backside some whacks. I was excited. He then pulled down my purple panties and smacked my bare bottom several times. It was the first time that he has ever done that, which aroused me.

He led me to the bed. I went face down on it, with my legs spread. He took my panties off completely. He felt the backs of both my legs and went ahead with using the heart-shaped, vibrating crop on my bare bottom. Each whack got harder. It hurt. He brushed my hair away from my face to see my reaction as each stroke of the crop landed on my bare backside.

Somehow, the crop snapped in two. The vibrating part was its own entity. I laughed. My ass has never broken a spanking instrument before.

Anyway, he continued to slap me with the crop. At one point, he slapped various parts of my legs before dishing out some strong slaps across my buttocks. I was in pain, but liked it.

"Are you going to be good?" he asked me.
"I'm not sure," I replied, which prompted more slaps on my poor backside.
"Your ass is getting red," he remarked, rubbing it from time to time.
"Is it as red as the colour of my skirt yet?" I asked him, which made him laugh.

Finally, I had had enough. I was wet and sore. I turned over. He liked looking at my pussy, noting that he liked hairy ones. He fingered me while he took off his navy blue pants. He asked me to kiss his cock. I did. I liked how smooth the head was. Somehow, I ended up wrapping my mouth around it. It surprised both of us. I'm not the type to give blowjobs.

He eventually joined me on the bed and had me suck his cock while I was on my back. He continued to make me come, which I did. I didn't gag, but I was enjoying the experience, moaning from time to time.

He then stood in front of me and asked that I give him a hand job. I talked about being alone with him at work late at night, working overtime. I had a tight blouse on and a short skirt. He would come over to my cubicle and do whatever he wanted to me. I told him that I had a bottle of booze in my desk drawer and that I would drink it. He could then have his way with me, which got him excited. He eventually came all over my bare thigh.

"I made a mess," he said in his boyish way, which made us both laugh.

After we both cleaned up, we hugged for a bit. He told me that I had the most gorgeous, full lips he has ever kissed. That was sweet of him. He also said that I looked so sexy and that he was turned on by my crossing my legs in such a short skirt.

He held my left hand and kissed it.

"Nice nails," he remarked. He likes manicured nails.
"I lucked out," I said, for having nice hands with nail polish on my nails.

He looked charming in a crisp, white shirt, with a black leather belt around his navy blue pants. He fit the role perfectly as a teacher spanking a naughty student.

It was a good day. He said that he didn't know how he was going to drive to work. I offered to drive him, which prompted him to kiss me intently.

"I've missed you," I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"Me, too," he replied.
"You missed you, too?" I replied, which made him swat my smarting bottom.

He recently got a really nice, used car. I got to see it from afar.

"I'll take you for a drive it in soon," he stated.
"Maybe we can try the backseat," I said, which made us both smile.

Passing out or being tipsy when being spanked

The other day, I had come across a brief YouTube video in which a young woman had passed out on her bed. It looked like she was a university student, for there were a bunch of her friends there in a dorm-like setting.

She was lying on her bed in her room, with her backside facing up. One of her friends came around and smacked her buttocks. She didn't flinch. She didn't react. She was out cold.

This video and my talk the other night with my guy got me thinking. My guy and I were having phone sex. He's in Montreal on a business trip.

I like the idea of being a chemistry student, who has to wear a uniform to school. Yes, I envisioned wearing a plaid, red, short skirt, a white blouse, white knee-high socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. My hair was done up in ponytails.

I was a horrible chemistry student. I decided to swipe the answer key off my teacher's desk one day. I memorized all the answers before the test and scored a high mark. My guy liked it and added to the story.

The following day, he called me into his office. He started to ask me questions about the test. I couldn't reproduce the answers. He approached me and said that I could be either expelled or punished. I didn't want to be expelled, so I had to be punished by him.

He stood next to me. He lifted up my skirt and spanked me over my panties. It lasted for quite some time, to the point where it hurt so much that I wasn't to collapse. I eventually did. He pulled me up and had me sit on his lap. He started to touch me, caressing my shoulders, kissing my face, and telling me that I was naughty for showing my thighs in class. I got spanked some more, but with my panties off.

We talked after we had both come. We talked about drinking. He gets aroused when he thinks about a woman who is intoxicated, which would allow him to have his way with her. He liked thinking about me that way. From a fantasy perspective, I can see why that sounds hot.

In reality, I am hardly the type to get drunk like that. I recall drinking three bottles of beer after a shift with a bunch of colleagues years ago. I had consumed the bottles of beer on an empty stomach. I wasn't even tipsy. They were Molson Canadians. I probably need to drink more bottles to feel the effect.

With spankings, I'd like to be relaxed, but I don't like the idea of being spanked and not feeling the impact. I like the thought of being giggly after several drinks and getting spanked for consuming too much alcohol than I'm accustomed to. I also like being tipsy and giggly, and cuddling with my guy with my sore, red bottom. Passed out drunk like that young woman on YouTube? Nah.

Purple fuzzy paddle... I want it!

I found a post on Spanking Blog that intrigued me. It was about a sale on a number of items, including paddles.

Purple is my favourite colour. My iPhone, iPod classic, and iPod touch devices all have purple cases that protect them. My purse is purple. I own at least four purple sweaters. Even my appointment book has a purple cover on it.

So, when I saw the purple paddle on The Stockroom, I just knew that I wanted it.

It's interesting, but I've never been spanked in a sensual manner, other than a few light lovetaps before my bottom turns various shades of pink. It intrigues me to be spanked with the fuzzy side of this paddle. I have a feeling that the leather side would be used more on me. Still, choice is good.

I hope to have this paddle by Christmas. It would make this naughty little girl so happy.

Turning a bad, wet experience into a feel-good one

Normally, I log on to Skype and stay logged in all day. I don't know if my guy has a chance to chat with me when he has a free moment at work.

Today, I logged in at noon, just after I had returned from running a couple of errands. He was online. That was different. He immediately said hi. We exchanged a few instant messages before he called me.

We said hi. I could sense that something was on his mind. I asked if he was okay.

"I took my car in to get the transmission fluid changed," he said. "I then went into the washroom and had an accident."

I thought that the way he had worded it was funny. It made me laugh. My laughter was uncontrollable.

"No, not that type of accident," he said, which prompted me to laugh some more. "It had to do with the sink."

Okay, the sink detail made me laugh harder.

"That's not funny," he said in a deadpan tone.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to calm myself down. It took quite some time.

He told me what had happened. After he had washed his hands, he put his foot on the sink so he could tie his shoelace. Well, the sink wasn't all that sturdy and it fell off the wall. He then tried to put the sink back up, but it fell down again, and all the pipes burst, meaning that water was everywhere. He finally found the main valve and shut everything off.

He quietly went to pay for the transmission fluid service and reported the problem to the staff member. The employee said not to worry about it, although my guy said to charge the repair to him. Instead, my guy decided to give $50 towards the repair and then left.

In the end, my guy did find the whole situation funny, saying that it was like it was a scene from a movie. I apologized for laughing and was forgiven.

The other day, he was beating himself up, saying that he wasn't a good person. I had to convince him that he was a decent guy. Sometimes, poor choices will make you think that you're a rotten individual, but your personality tends to stay intact from decade to decade.

"If you were that person you say you have become, who doesn't give a damn about anything, I don't buy that," I insisted. "You cared about breaking the sink. You didn't have to pay for it, but you still chipped in. You aren't the monster you think you are."
"So, I've always been bad," he said to me, trying to tease me.
"No," I said. "You've always been good. It's your perception of who you are that needs to change."
"You're being your usual sweet self," he concluded. "Thank you."
"I need to say it more."
"So, how are you going to reward me for being good?" he said quietly.
"What did you have in mind?" I said seductively.
"I can touch you all over," he said.
"Yes."

There was a slight pause. I then had a thought that I wanted to share with him.

"You know, if I had broken the sink, I wouldn't have been forgiven that quickly," I said.
"No, you wouldn't have," he admitted. "You would have been punished."
"Imagine me with a short, black skirt on, with one high heel on the sink," I said.
"I like that," he said. "You with heels on and your white thighs contrasting your black skirt. I can see your panties."

Just like that, we got into a story that made us both aroused and excited.

We set the story up where he was the employee at the shop, who walked into the washroom and noticed that I had broken the sink. I apologized profusely, but he wouldn't accept it. The washroom had a wooden brush used to scrub one's back. He ordered me to face the wall. I did what I was told.

Instead of lifting up my skirt, he pulled it down, along with my panties. He smacked my left cheek with the back of the wooden brush, which was painful. He then did the same with my right cheek. He alternated, whacking me harder and harder. I was started to tear up.

He then asked if I would suck his cock. I said that I wouldn't. More smacks went across my buttocks. I was in pain. I was in tears. My backside was bright red. He asked me again if I would suck him. I finally gave in and I did.

Maybe it was not a good day for him at the auto shop. I'm glad that we turned that problem into something that felt good for both of us.

Spank me till I cry?

My guy asked me an interesting question today. He asked whether I like being spanked so hard that it makes me cry.

If someone tells me that I'm going to be spanked so hard that my backside will be bright red and that I'll be crying by the time my spanking is over, I get excited. In my younger years, I'd be fine with crying at the end of a hard spanking. It's a release of sorts. I would feel that I deserved such punishment to my buttocks. I'd feel loved. But, I'd want to cuddle more than climaxing or engaging in other activities after being spanked.

These days, I'd rather be spanked to the point where my buttocks hurt and it's sore for at least a day, but not to the point where I am crying at the end of my spanking. I'd rather have more flexibility afterwards. If I want to cuddle, I can. If I want to reach orgasm or help my guy get off, I have the energy to do it.

He did indicate that if I ever wanted to be spanked until I cried, that he would be happy to help me out. That's one of many reason why I love him. He puts me on a pedestal. I'm not sure what I have done to deserve having him in my life.

Birthday spanking video... love!

It has been quite some time since I have scoured the Internet for birthday spanking videos. As you know, I love birthday spankings, especially getting them.

This video, in which Sarah Gregory gets here birthday spanking, is exactly the type of birthday spanking that I have received in the past that I like.



She gets spanked over her black pants, over her panties, and on her bare bottom, over the knee of her "creepy daddy." She gets spanked just after midnight on her birthday and she gets an extra smack to grow on. I also like the extra smacks that she gets after her birthday spankings are over. I like lounging afterwards and having my sore bottom rubbed.

Music lessons, skirts, and compliments

My guy and I had a terrific chat this evening. We started off with a video that he had found online.

The video had a young girl at a piano, who was being instructed by a male teacher. He started touching her hands, making sure that her piano fingering was correct on the ivory keys. He then touched her arms, started kissing her neck, and then groping her breasts. At first, she was in shock and was resisting him. Eventually, she was enjoying his advances and succumbed.

It was an intriguing video. I like the idea of resisting a spanking, but eventually caving in and getting a hard spanking. I also like when the guy that I am about to spank playfully resists, at first. It turns me on.

The piano teacher in this video also groped her buttocks, which heightened my arousal. I love having my backside groped.

A few days after my guy and I had made out, and he had spanked me for the first time, I was in the kitchen, washing my tea mug. He groped my buttocks. I loved it. I told him that today. I told him that it was hot.

Tonight was the office Christmas party. We both decided to skip it. He said that we were having our own intimate party.

"You don't want to be on the dance floor of the ballroom, groping someone?" I asked him.
"The only person I want to grope is you," he said in his own sweet way.
"Well, maybe we can set up a private dance floor here and you can grope my backside as we slowdance," I hinted.

We both liked that thought.

The other interesting idea that we floated around was having anal sex. Both of us have not done it. Frankly, I'm not sure if I want it. I can understand how it makes sense to spank my backside and then have him look at my red cheeks as he enters me. However, I'm sure that it'll be a tight fit for me. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of pain.

I did, however, like when he was spanking me one time and pressed himself against my buttocks. Sure, it's not even close to anal sex, but his rubbing his erect cock against me felt good against my sore backside. He likes my butt, especially seeing it in a shade of red.

We proceeded to talk about all the music classes that I had taken as a young girl. There was my viola teacher. I had said something cheeky in class in elementary school. My viola teacher had a baton. The end of the baton had this rubber, round knob. He walked by me and swatted the rubber knob over my right buttock cheek. It hurt like crazy. I have never forgotten it. It's quite the turn-on now.

My guy asked me if I wanted my viola instructor to touch me afterwards. I said that I didn't at the time. I was probably eleven years old. In a fantasy role for me as an adult, I'd love if my guy would touch me while teaching me to play the viola. It's similar to the piano teacher scenario. There's a piano bench that would be perfect for a spanking.

I then talked about being seventeen years old and walking with my friend to play at a recital at Convocation Hall in Toronto. We were wearing our marching band uniforms, consisting of a red, short plaid kilt, a white blouse, a black tie, a red blazer, black knee-high socks, and black shoes. We walked over a set of subway vents on either College Street or University Avenue. Our skirts blew up. My friend was embarrassed. I wasn't. That was my Marilyn moment, except that I am far from being a blonde. My guy laughed.

"Some folks must have briefly seen two girls and their panties at that moment," I said.
"I'm sure the guys enjoyed looking at you," he deduced.
"They just got to see my legs," I pointed out.
"You have great legs," he said.
"Thanks," I said politely.
"You have nice calves. You have athletic legs," he pointed out.
"All my friends had stick-thin legs. I don't look good in skinny jeans because I have rounded calves," I explained. "I have legs like a cyclist, where the muscles bulge outwards."
"You have great feet, too," he continued. "I'd love if you wore high heels and I could touch your feet, legs, ..."
"And I can rest my legs on your lap?" I asked, which turned him on. That was a yes.

I felt special. I like the thought of having him touch my legs after I have been thoroughly spanked by him. He did that a few weeks ago, running his hand from my ankle up to my left buttock. Skipping the party was the best decision we had made today.

Dreams coming to life

Yesterday, I got to talk to my guy over the phone. We hadn't spoken since last Friday. He has been busy with work and medical appointments. I am still recovering from back surgery.

We caught up on our lives over the phone. He had to do a last-minute software demo for a customer on Wednesday morning. I could tell that he had missed me. He didn't have to say it. His starting our conversation off by talking about his spending all weekend working on this project said it all.

He had me do the talking when it came down to getting us both off. He is better at dirty talk. He probably is far more experienced with it. As for me, I have that goody-goody type of personality, which probably explains why I enjoy being spanked. He is patient with me, so I am fortunate to get some practice these days.

I had a dream about him the other night, so I shared it with him. I was waiting for him at a Starbucks. He was supposed to meet me there at 15:00. Half an hour went by. He wasn't there. I decided to order a grande peppermint mocha. I sipped it and waited.

It was now past 16:00. I finally saw him come into the cafe. He apologized profusely for being late. Work had kept him behind. I said it was okay, gave him my Starbucks card, and let him order whatever he wanted. He came back to our little table and we chatted.

"You know, you can't always make me wait like this," I said to him quietly.

"I know. I'm sorry for being late," he said, repeating his apology.

"You'll need to be dealt with," I stated.

After we had finished our drinks, we headed back home. I asked him to take off his pants. He was reluctant at first, so I helped him remove his belt and pants. I then sat on a sturdy wooden chair that did not have any armrests. I asked him to go over my knee.

With his grey underwear on, I spanked each cheek carefully and methodically. This spanking would be his first, so I didn't spank him hard. Each slap was enough to introduce him to the world of spanking, but not enough to make him cry. He seemed to like it. I could feel his cock getting hard against my thighs. I was getting aroused.

"Will you keep me waiting for you at Starbucks like that again?" I asked him between smacks.

"No, I promise not to do that to you again," he said.

I could have believed him then, but I didn't. I took down his underpants, and exposed his lightly pink backside. I gave him a few more smacks, which were harder than before. I could tell that he was enjoying getting his first spanking. His cock was pressing against my legs. I could feel the pressure from his erect cock.

I stopped spanking him. He got up and sat on the bed. His manhood was completely erect. I had to do something about that. I stroked it. I touched the tip of his cock. I kissed it. I made him come.

This story made us both climax at roughly the same time. It was a first for both of us.

Yes, we had missed each other immensely.

Tell me that I've been a naughty little girl

I recall reading a study last week that said that women absorb text or words a lot better when it comes to visualizing something than men do. In my case, it holds true.

The other day, when I was trying to climax over the phone with my guy, I said something that I have wanted to say for a long time, but have always thought that it was a bit of a cliche:

"Tell me that I've been bad."

My guy did that.

"You've been such a bad girl," he started. "I am going to spank you so hard that you'll never forget it. I'm going to spank you till you cry. Your ass will be cherry red when I'm done with you. You're butt will be sore for a week. You will always be bad, and if I have to spank you in public, I will."

I liked everything that he had said. I especially liked the thought of being spanked in public -- that I've been so naughty that I needed to be dealt with immediately.

A girl can only dream. And yes, I did get off after hearing those words.

Phone sex: hang up the phone after climaxing?

My guy and I had another phone sex session today. Although it was pretty intense, what he had said before we started put a bit of a dark cloud over my head and experience for a brief period. I forgot about it while we were into talking about spanking and having sex. However, the more I think about one of his requests, the more unclear I am about my reaction.

His request was that after he had reached orgasm that he wanted to abruptly hang up the phone. He didn't want to talk. He realized that women like to cuddle and guys just want to sleep. However, he felt that he was too spent to stay on the line.

I told him that I didn't like that. I find it to be rude. I'm the type who likes to cuddle if he were with me. I'd cradle him in my arms if he fell asleep. He immediately said that he wouldn't hang up on me.

Perhaps hanging up on me feels like he is rejecting me. It seems harsh. Sure, you reached orgasm. What about me? Today was one such case in which he got there first, but I hadn't. So, does that mean that you leave me to get to that pleasurable orgasmic phase on my own while you just clean up after yourself or sleep?

I shouldn't feel like I'm being selfish here, but I do right now. If I made him climax in-person and then he just walked away, I'd be hurt. Maybe I'm too emotionally involved when it comes to phone sex.

Play-by-play video scenes and turn-ons

My guy and I talked again over Skype today. It was obvious that we missed each other as we both continue to recuperate from various ailments.

He had a surprise for me. He had searched online last night for a short porn flick that would get us both off over the phone. He played the video on his laptop and provided me with commentary. It was definitely a new experience for me.

The video had a young woman in her early twenties. She was a maid who worked for a fifty-something-year-old man. She was a maid in a typical outfit. She decided to stop working and to masturbate. She thought that no one was looking, but her boss was.

Her boss came over and spanked her over a chair with his hand. She wasn't wearing any panties, so it was a bare-bottomed spanking. Later, they both pleasured each other and eventually had sex. They then put their clothes back on, looked presentable, and carried on with their regular activities.

I liked the flick in that it wasn't the stereotypical maid-boss setup. The boss didn't point out that she had missed dusting a spot on the mantle and decided to spank her. Instead, she caught her doing something unconventional under the circumstances and spanked her for it, telling her so while spanking her buttocks.

We both eventually got off. I did first, but not during the video commentary. He had wondered why I didn't reach orgasm then. He eventually got me there by saying that he wanted me sitting on his lap while he caressed my breasts. He then wanted me to do something, but I had refused. Instead, I got spanked until I caved in. That scenario turned me on.

The commentary by my guy revealed a lot about him. The night when he first spanked me, we took a brief break, and he had commented on how smooth and pretty my hands were. A week before that, he had noticed that I had fingernail polish on. A week after my first spanking, he had noticed that my nail strengthener that I had on my fingernails had a light shade of pink. Today, he indicated that the maid had nicely manicured fingernails.

I had to ask about whether manicures turned him on. He said yes, but went one step further by saying that hands and feet are a huge turn-on for him. It made sense. When he had visited me in the hospital, he touched my right foot and ran his hand up the side of my leg. The following day, he had commented that I had pretty feet. I am fortunate to meet his standards for hands, feet, and nails.

I also noted his reference to stockings that the maid had worn. He likes black stockings that are mid-thigh. I told him that I'd get a pair and would put this task on my to-do list. He didn't have to ask. I just wanted to.

I've learned a lot about him and his preferences over the past three days. Even though he won't say it, I can tell that he appreciates how attentive I am. He's a detailed person. I am, too. We strive to please each other.

Change of plans: over-the-phone spanking

Today was supposed to be the day when my guy was to visit me, as I am still recovering from surgery and won't be back at work for a few more weeks. Unfortunately, my guy had an accident this weekend. He had hurt his pointer finger on his left hand when he used a saw. Six hours at the hospital and he is all stitched up. Our department at work is now becoming a patient ward.

Anyway, we talked yesterday. I assumed that he wouldn't come visit me today, for he needs to pop in a Tylenol 3 before he goes to bed. Naturally, I was looking forward to having my bottom smacked by him, but I understood and wanted him to get better so he could spank me once again. He felt bad and wanted to make it up to me. He suggested that he get me off over Skype today. I was game, although it has been ages since I have had phone sex.

Today, I went out briefly to get a peppermint mocha at Starbucks and deposit some money at an ATM. It helped that both places that I had visited were drive-thrus. I came back and had enough energy to do some laundry. My energy level is coming back to life these days.

I checked my e-mail and my guy had written to me, saying that he was available for a chat. I then logged on to Skype and found this tidbit:

"Are you online?"

I obviously wasn't online. My guy wrote some more:

"You know what? I get ticked when you're not online. You know what that means, right?"

 I had a huge smile on my face. I was also getting aroused. I wrote back:

"I must have missed you. You can deal with me and my tardiness once you're back."

Roughly an hour later, he was back on Skype. We went into a chat and played our respective roles:

"When I need to talk to you, I expect you to be online," he insisted.

"But, I was doing laundry," I insisted.

"You can't be making up excuses," he stated.

"You're just being mean and a bully," I shot back.

"You're going to be punished. Bend over. I'm going to lift your skirt up and lower your panties," he said.

I must say that I am with a guy who is great at describing what he is doing to me in detail. He used his hand to slap each cheek and how hard each slap was. He talked about seeing how rosy by backside was becoming and how he could see imprints of his hand on each cheek.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked me, which really turned me on.

"I didn't do anything wrong," I said defiantly. "You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being unreasonable?" he echoed. "Well, you're going to be spanked harder. Let me get that long, wooden ruler out of my bag."

I was excited when he said that the ruler was long enough to smack both cheeks simultaneously. He was rubbing my bottom and then landing a slap across my backside. This pattern continued for a bit.

"Are you going to be good?" he asked me.

"For now, yes," I said.

"You know what happens to good girls?" he asked me rhetorically.  "They cum."

He proceeded to describe how he was going to use his fingers to pleasure me. He had his thumb rubbing my clit and two fingers feeling how wet I was while exploring me. I'd say about ten minutes later, I had reached orgasm. I was relaxed, happy, and sweaty.

"I need to do more laundry," I replied, which made my guy laugh.

"You'll be okay?" he asked me.

"Definitely."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

We're both looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.

The aftermath: a sore, achy bottom

My guy did a pretty good job the other day. He spanked me well.

Normally, the soreness disappears after a day. There is a bit of soreness left from the spanking that I received on Wednesday. It's day two.

I wrote him a brief e-mail yesterday. I had one line that said, "Being a lucky girl with a sore backside forces me to walk around more."

He responded to my e-mail by saying, "Hope all is good and you're not as sore. :)"

It's cute that he says after he spanks me that he doesn't want to hurt me. He hasn't. I can take what he can dish, as I know how much pain I can tolerate. He'll know when I can't take it.

I love being sore after a decent spanking. It shows how well the spanking was done. I feel good. I feel loved and I am happy.

I get to see my guy next Wednesday. The soreness that I am experiencing now will be long gone by then. I expect that he will use the slotted bamboo spoon on my backside next and I will have more to say about how sore my butt will be late next week. I am looking forward to it.

A visit, a present, and a spanking with the present

My guy came to visit me today before going to work this morning. It was nice.

I decided to wear a short, fitted black skirt and a pink, buttoned top that was also fitted. I felt a bit out of my element, for I tend to be a casual dresser.

He rang the doorbell twice. I saw him take off his cap as I opened the outer door. He came in. We immediately hugged. He kissed me on the cheek.

He had a present for me. He insisted that I open it up. There were two kitchen utensils. Both were made out of bamboo. One was a slotted spoon. The other was a slotted spatula.

"You just made my day!" I said, smiling. "Did you get two in case the first one gets damaged?" I asked him, which made him break up laughing.
"I'm not going to hit you that hard," he insisted.
"Let's go with this one," I said, holding on to the wooden spatula.

I stood against a wall. He came close to me and we hugged. We kissed. I had missed him terribly.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked me, as we kissed.
"No, I've been bad," I admitted, kissing again.
"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" he asked me before we kissed again.
"They get spanked," I said, and then we kissed again, but more passionately.

We headed into the kitchen, as it made sense to get punished there with the wooden spatula. I bent over the table. He lifted up my skirt and exposed the lilac-laced panties that I was wearing. He started to playfully scold me as he used the wooden spatula to spank each cheek methodically.

"You've been a bad girl, leaving me all alone at work," he said, as he continued to spank me.
"Ow," I said at some point.
"You need to be spanked for wearing such a short skirt," he said, which made me smile.

The spanking continued for a bit. I loved the last part of our exchange during my spanking.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked me sternly.
"Maybe," I said, toying with him, as the smacks continued.
"There is no maybe. It's either yes or no," he said, using the wooden spatula on my backside.
"No," I said defiantly.
"Well, I'm going to have to spank you harder and longer," he said. He did just that.

I was really getting turned on. He was, too. He caressed my inner thighs. While spanking me, he groped my left breast. He then touched my left leg, feeling it from my ankle up to my left butt cheek.

He knew that I was ready to climax. He fingered me. I was incredibly excited. I was smiling and incredibly happy when it was over.

"You're so wet," he said, stating the obvious. I think he was a bit surprised.
"It doesn't take much," I said, getting up from being bent over and embracing him. "Thank you."

He is a keeper.

I reciprocated by providing him with a handjob. I kissed the tip of his penis a couple of times before I began. In the end, we both worked on getting him to cum. He did.

"I made a mess," he said, as if he were a little kid. It made me smile.
"That's okay," I admitted. "It's good."

We cuddled for a bit. He thought that I was lucky that I could get so wet thinking about spankings or being spanked. I am lucky. I was in good hands today.

"I'll see you next Wednesday?" he asked me, just before we started to kiss again.
"I'd like that," I said, planting a kiss on his lips.

Naughty girl with a short skirt

My guy knows what to say to me to get me excited. We had a phone conversation this afternoon.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" he asked me.
"I want to kiss and hug you," I replied. "You can spank me if I've been bad."
"You have been a bad girl," he responded. "You left me at work all by myself. You deserve a good spanking."

I was turned on. He had me talk about what I was going to wear tomorrow when he comes over to visit me. I told him that I had found a mid-thigh-length black skirt.

"I am going to lift up your skirt and spank you till your butt is red," he insisted. "I'm then going to touch your clit and pleasure you."

I love him. For a self-proclaimed newbie to the world of spanking, he's doing just fine.

Missing and yearning

I had a good conversation with my guy this morning. He had contacted me about ten minutes after I had woken up from a nap. Our chat went as follows:

"Hey," he said to me.
"Hey," I replied. "You get to hear my sexy morning voice."
"I like your voice at any time," he said rather smoothly.
"I woke up about fifteen minutes ago."

He manages to put my mind at ease. We both miss each other.

"I miss you," I said. "I miss how great you smell."
"You smell great yourself," he said, quietly laughing a bit, as I'm sure my comment was unexpected.
"I miss your back and its contours," I said. "Your lips are incredibly soft."
"You have soft lips, too," he said. "I miss your butt."

Yes, I miss my backside being spanked, especially by him. I get to see him next Wednesday. The anticipation of getting my bottom smacked is exciting.

Spanking interest and preferred implements

My guy has never been with someone who likes getting spanked before until now. I had anticipated one specific question from him. He posed it today.

"So, how did you get interested in spankings?" he asked me.

I told him about getting swatted lightly for finishing my math homework fairly fast when I was in elementary school. He seemed intrigued by my story. It made sense to him. A good girl who wants to be naughty. I fit this mould perfectly.

I talked about implements tonight. I like getting spanked with an open hand. The spanking is personal to me. It's difficult to describe, but there's more of a connection there.

The wooden ruler is another object that I enjoy getting spanked with. I remember going to summer school in grade 5. Back then, we had these yellow plastic rulers. One boy was making such a fuss and had his backside in the air. The teacher had a yellow ruler in her hand and gave him a few strokes over his shorts. I remember wishing that my backside were taking those strokes instead of my classmate.

I have never been big on having the belt used on me. I just don't find it appealing. I'd rather have a wooden stick come across my buttocks as if I were being caned.

My guy wants to get a ruler and use it one me. I may have to give him a slipper, too. I love a good spanking with a slipper.

I like that he's willing to fulfill my spanking needs. He's a trooper and a keeper.

He has never done role-play before, but is open to trying it out. I think that it's fun. There's something exciting and creative about acting out a part. It's good fun, as is spanking.

Back surgery and affection

So much has happened to me. I have been dealing with a herniated disk in my back for two months. My doctor thought that the disk would heal by itself, but my physiotherapist didn't agree. I ended up going to Emergency at my local hospital last week.

Six hours later, both the emergency doctor and the orthopedic surgeon there recommended that I have surgery on my disk. It was a large herniation and was narrowing my spinal column.

I had surgery on Saturday and have been at home for a couple of days. I am adjusting to the changes and coping with aching all over.

The day before I was discharged, my guy came with another colleague to visit me. Although it is not ideal to give me a spanking these days, he was sweet.

He sat at the foot of my bed. He looked at my feet.

"You have pretty feet," he said, rubbing my right one, which made me laugh.
"Thanks," I said.
"Are your feet ticklish?" he asked me, as he knows that I am.
"Yes, but it's okay," I said.

He proceeded to rub my leg, between my ankle and the side of my calf.

"So smooth," he remarked.
"I can feel your touch. I couldn't before the operation," I remarked.

I am a lucky girl.

Later, my colleague was asking for directions to the nearest subway station. I drew a map for my guy, to help get her there. I said that he would be dropping her at a "kiss-n-ride" dropoff, and teased him as to whether any kissing would occur, using my leg to stroke my guy's back. He was laughing. It was a playful moment for both of us.

I am looking forward to getting better. My bottom needs a good spanking.

Office caresses, groping, and a mini spanking session

Having an office romance is a new experience for me. My guy is sweet, and shows that he is crazy about me as I am of him.

He came over to my desk a few times for help with a software application. Each time, he would show his affection in different ways. I sit in a cubicle that is closest to the window, so there's privacy away from my colleagues. It's rare that someone in the next building is watching us from afar.

He first came over and gave me a neck rub. The next time, I got a light neck rub and caresses down my back.

I had a purple sweater on, with a zipper on the left shoulder. Earlier, he had commented that my sweater looked nice on me, especially with the zipper. I said that he wasn't commenting on my sweater's nice design. Rather, he was interested in the "easy access" he could get with the zipper. He smiled. He laughed. We both knew that what I had said was true.

Moments later, he came over my desk, and unzipped my sweater. Down went his hand over my left breast. His hand then meandered under my bra. He proceeded to grope and caress my breast.

He came back later and hugged my left side. I was seated. His hand then went down my panties and he was playing with my left buttock. I was slowly getting turned on. He ended the affectionate session by touching the small of my back under my sweater, and then rubbed my upper back.

Just went you think that the day couldn't have got any better, I went into the kitchen towards the end of the day to wash out my tea mug. He came in and noticed that I was wearing skinny grey corduroy pants. He liked them. He proceeded to squeeze my buttocks. He wanted to spend some time in the backseat of his car. I agreed.

We ended up in a parking lot by the airport. We hugged. He slapped my left buttock repeatedly. Each blow was harder. I was curled up against him. Each blow hurt, but I loved every moment.

We kissed. He remarked that I have soft lips. He does, too. We French kissed. We hugged some more. It was a nice little moment away from work.

My left buttock hurts right now. He had asked me earlier in the day whether my bottom was sore from the spanking I got from him on Saturday. I said that it was achy yesterday, which meant that he had done a good job. I said that you want a lasting impression after such a session.

Today, after he had spanked my left buttock, he hoped that "it would hurt tonight." It does. I feel loved.

Being spanked again is wonderful

I am in a new relationship. For the first time, I am involved with a co-worker. We work in the same department.

He was away this week, working with clients. We talked regularly on Skype, both messaging and chatting. He asked me what I was into. It took a while for me to say spanking, as I wasn't sure how he was going to react to it.

He thought it was fine. He has never spanked anyone before, but didn't hesitate to want to spank me. He asked me if I liked being spanked with a free hand. I do. I also talked about enjoying a spanking with a ruler.

Tonight, he flew back. We got together at work. We hugged. Then, without any hesitation, he started to spank my left cheek, followed by the right cheek. I was still in my jeans.

I then bent over a desk and was spanked harder. He then unfastened and unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down. I had purple panties on with lace at the top. He continued to spank me. It was methodical. It was as if he had done it all his life.

I am sitting here with a sore bottom. Although my right cheek is still numb from my pinched nerve, I can certainly feel the soreness in my left buttock cheek. It feels good.

I told him that he did a good job. He now wants to get a ruler. I have created a spanko. Go, me!

Spanking and being spanked by the ex

Goodness, I have been bad at posting -- again. However, I have more to say now.

It's difficult to write about spanking when I haven't been spanked much. Well, I have been as of late, but with some complications.

In August, I returned to my ex-husband's place to remove the rest of my belongings. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of hauling a number of his heavy books that were in boxes, as he is vacating the apartment that we once shared. I ended up with a pinched nerve in my back between L4 and L5. My bottom is also relatively numb due to this pinched nerve. My walk is affected the most.

Anyway, before my pinched nerve happened, my ex-husband and I got into a minor spanking session. I first gave him a bare-bottomed spanking. He bend himself over the couch that we had bought together as a couple. I gave him ten slaps on either cheek. His bottom immediately turned a nice pinkish shade.

As for me, I took off my brown capris and went over his lap. I then took down my pink panties and was spanked for a brief period. The spanking did not hurt, but it was nice to have a hand connect to your backside after so many months.

Needless to say, this spanking session did not make me want to get back together, although I think that the ex-husband is hoping that I will reconsider. For me, as foolish as it was to have him indulge in spanking my bottom again, I must admit that it felt good. I am glad that I got to experience being spanked again.

Spanking, anyone?

I have been without a spanking partner for quite some time. I feel like I am out of practice.

I like to both give and receive spankings, but would like to get back into the swing of things (okay, that pun was kind of intended) by spanking someone who deserves it. I'm not looking for sex here. I'm all about spanking.

If you are in the greater Toronto area and are interested, let me know. If your birthday is coming up, I'd love to give you some birthday smacks. Or, if you've been naughty, I can fix that with a good over-the-knee spanking. Just drop me a line.

I'm back!

It has been way too long since I wrote. I'm sorry.

It took me forever to figure out what my username is to log into my Blogger account. Yes, I have been absent for far too long.

In a nutshell, I dissolved my marriage to G last year. We had been married for nearly fifteen years. We are still on speaking terms and our split was for the best. Unfortunately, my realizing that our marriage was not a healthy one took far too long for me to figure out. Better late than never, I suppose.

Sadly, as a result of separating from G, I have not been spanked for quite some time. I miss being bent over a warm lap and having by bottom spanked. I miss my skirt being lifted up, my underwear being taken down, and my bottom being repeated smacked until it hurts like crazy.

I'm back. You won't hear too many stories about getting spanked these days, but I hope to find a decent man. Perhaps someday, I'll have someone else to spank me and vice-versa.