A photo shoot and a sound spanking

It has been a while since my guy and I have seen each other. We finally did on the last day of 2012.

It sounds rather nuts that I would go into the office in the afternoon and that my guy would be there. It happened.

My guy and I talked for quite a bit. He then had a work-related question. I went over to his desk and sat next him.

At 16:30, we were the only ones in our office area. My guy reached out to touch my fingers. I liked that and told him so. We held each other's hands for a bit. I tried helping him out, but I was too distracted by his touch.

"I can't concentrate," I admitted, continuing to create circles with my thumb on his hand.
"We can fix that later," he said.
"Are you suggesting a meeting?" I asked him.
"Sure."

My guy proceeded to unbutton my sweater. He loved the black bra underneath.

"You are gorgeous," he said, helping himself to groping my breasts and fanning away my sweater for better access.

We decided to leave just before 17:00. He came over to my desk and groped my left buttock as I was on my feet, putting away my laptop. I felt like melting.

As we normally do for a treehouse meeting, we drove over to our usual spot. The only problem was that our usual spot had lots of snow, which had not been plowed. So, we moved to a different part of the parking lot. We got out of our cars and entered the treehouse. I took off my long coat before entering.

"Did you bring your camera?" my guy asked me.
"I have my cell phone," I confirmed.

My guy wanted to undress me. He unbuttoned my cardigan sweater halfway down. He then took my phone and started taking pictures of me. It was a first for both of us. He told me that he wanted me to see how beautiful I was.

After the mini photo shoot, we made out. As you know, we enjoy kissing. You'd think that our lips would be incredibly chapped by now. Nope, we're good.

My guy played with my breasts some more. He eventually took them out of my bra and started sucking my nipples. His head was held gingerly in my hand. I kissed the side of his head and then nibbled on his right ear a few times. I have never done that before.

We were likely horny from not seeing each other for so long. We continued to hug, kiss, touch, and suck.

He went to unbutton and unzip my grey corduroy pants. We both helped get them off, which revealed my black lacy panties. My guy was fiddling with getting his fingers under my panties, but made me ticklish.

"You giggle like a schoolgirl," he said, being complimentary.
"You know that I am ticklish," I said, smiling at him.
"Like this?" he asked, tickling me.
"Stop!"

My guy played with my clit, saying how awesome it was. I told him that I had missed his fingers in me. He felt the same way. It wasn't long before I reached orgasm. It felt so good. It seemed like a long time since I had felt that good. It was as if all my stress had melted away.

I rested in his arms. He kissed me on my forehead. I thanked him and hugged him. Round two then started.

He made me come again. It was intense. I was holding him so incredibly tight that I thought that I may strangle him. Luckily, I didn't.

Again, I rested for a bit in his arms. We kissed a bit more, telling each other just how much we had missed each other.

"Come over here," he said, shifting his position over to the middle of the backseat as I went over his lap.
"I'm not sure if I'm going to like this," I said, playing the part of a hesitant girl about to be spanked.

My lace panties were pulled down to my mid-thighs. My guy was sweetly caressing my buttocks. He has never done that before. I liked it. He mixed the caressing up with groping. I knew that it wouldn't last long.

I was right. The first smack landed on my bare left buttock. I decided to start a conversation with him.

"So, what's the reason for my spanking?" I asked.
"Do you always need a reason?" he answered with a question, which was followed by a sharp smack to my right buttock.
"Well, most people indicate why they are punishing others in such conditions," I said.
"Why do you think you're getting punished?" he asked, continuing to punctuate his questions with a couple of spanks.
"Because I've been a good girl," I replied.
"Oh, really?" he asked me, pausing a bit from spanking me. "You think you've been good?"
"Yes," I challenged him.
"Wrong answer," he stated firmly.

My answer prompted him to spank me even harder. More smacks landed on my bare bottom in rapid succession.

"What are you now?" he questioned me.
"I'm still a good girl," I said defiantly.
"That is still the wrong answer," he reinforced, spanking both buttocks and the backs of my thighs.
"Ow!"
"What are you again?" he asked me, continuing to spanking my bare butt.
"I am your whore," I uttered, enjoying this banter and the warmth I was feeling across my backside.
"Are you going to be good?"
"I'm going to be good today," I replied.
"Today? No, that's not good enough!"

So, many more hard smacks landed across my exposed bare bottom. We were both enjoying this moment.

"Are you going to be good?" he asked me.
"Yes, I will be good forever," I said like a good girl.
"That's what I want to hear."

He put his fingers in me and made me reach orgasm. He loves that I get extremely wet during a spanking. I love how hard he spanks me.

I was a limp girl across his lap. I did manage to get up and thank him. I hugged him. I told him that I love how he spanks me these days. It's wonderful.

We kissed some more. I reached down to his crotch and played with his hard cock under his trousers. 

"It's time to free Willy," he joked. We have a nickname for his penis, but it's not Willy.
"You've just hurt his feelings. You know that Willy is not his name!"

Anyway, Willy was freed and I gave my guy a handjob. We did some more new stuff. My guy wanted me to tell him to come all over my hand. I encouraged him. It worked. He did just that.

It was a memorable night. We had one final thought.

"I should have taken pictures of your bottom after it was spanked," he acknowledged.
"There will be plenty of opportunities for that," I replied.