Back home, recounting a past treehouse experience

I am back from my trip from the Midwest. I have plenty to write about. It's a question of where to start.

I was supposed to fly back home on Saturday. I couldn't get the same flight booked that my guy was on. I ended up booking a direct flight that would leave two hours after my guy's flight, but I'd get to Toronto half an hour before he would.

Well, we both checked our e-mail accounts late on Friday night. My flight was cancelled. My guy's was not.

My guy said that everything happens for a reason, which I agree with. My guy had to be back on Saturday for a course. My flight was rescheduled for Sunday evening, which was fine with me.

My guy was sweet to look up the hotel rate for Saturday night. It was actually cheaper than the rate that he was paying. I called the front desk and asked if I could book an extra night under my name. The hotel reservation was under my guy's name. I also wanted to stay in the same room, to avoid moving my stuff around. Yes, everything worked out fine.

Anyway, I will about two Mondays ago. We had treehouse time. As usual, we tend to kiss a lot. He played with my breasts, making sure that each one was groped.

He fingered my clit. Moments later, I came, resting limp in his arms. He kissed my forehead. I hugged him tightly. We kissed a bit more.

Down went my pants and panties.. I went over his knee. He scolded me, saying that I always need to be punished and that I will never learn. He spanked me hard with his hand across my bare bottom. I was turned on by how sore I was getting while my guy was scolding me. He even slapped the backs of my thighs. He likes doing that a lot and has definitely grown to love spanking me. He doesn't hold back one bit!

He proceeded to finger my butt and clit. I felt like a slut, which turned both of us on. I eventually came, resting across his lap for a bit before I got up.

We continued to kiss some more. I had my hand on his right thigh. I took my time moving my hand toward his crotch. I finally found his cock, which was hard under his pants.

"Why is your hand on my cock?" he asked me.
"Oh, is it there?" I said as if I were an airhead. "I wasn't aware that my hand was there."
"What kind of person would do such a thing?" he asked me.
"Oh, I don't know. A girl who is horny and is a slut," I replied.
"Yes, that makes sense," he said, obviously enjoying my caressing his member.

His erect penis was poking up from his trousers. It came out from hiding. I wrapped my hand around it and provided him with a handjob. My guy ejaculated. He ejaculated a lot. He was dopey. I helped clean up.

We talked afterward. We were both excited about being together for an entire week. It was definitely a special week spent together.

Vacationing

Sorry that I haven't done much blogging as of late. I am on vacation for the entire week. It has been wonderful so far.

My guy and I are together. He is in the Midwest on business and I have decided to use up a week of carried-over vacation from last year. Although my guy seems to be jealous that I spend each day shopping up a storm and being a tourist, we have managed to have a date night every night after he is done working.

What is interesting is that he has spanked me practically every single night. It has been ages since I last felt sore every day, but I can't complain. I do enjoy it.

Anyway, once I am back home, I will try to blog more regularly. I wish that I had more time to blog these days, as I want to make sure that I don't forget anything. However, it's tough to get back into that groove. I feel lazy. It makes sense. After all, I am on vacation.

Sort of celebrating Valentine's Day

My guy and I haven't exactly celebrated Valentine's Day since we've been seeing each other. Last year, he was on the road for work. We exchanged e-cards and e-mails, which we both loved.

We're not the type of folks who must celebrate our love, affection, and friendship on one specific day of the year. We try and do it all as consistently as we can throughout the year, as most couples tend to do.

I wasn't at work on Valentine's Day this year. My guy was in the office helping a client. It was a complete reversal from last year.

On the 13th, I decided to give my guy a couple of small gifts when we were in the office. One was a box of Lindt chocolates. They were solid milk chocolate hearts. I had visited the Lindt factory outlet a couple of weeks ago. I was in heaven. I couldn't resist getting all things chocolate.

The other gift was something that we had discussed in the past. I got him a USB battery charger. He is always on the road and his cell phone seems to be on its last charge at all times.

My guy liked both gifts. The battery charger reminded him of a vibrator. It does look like one. He also hinted that he wouldn't use it to charge his vibrator, either. Funny!

My guy came back to my desk and handed me a pyramid-shaped tin of Toblerone chocolates. Can you tell that we both have a thing for chocolate?

I wasn't expecting what my guy had up his sleeve.

We called it a day at the office, packed out stuff up, and headed to the elevators. We got an empty one.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" he said to me, as we hugged. He kissed me on the cheek. I reciprocated.

We walked out to the parking lot.

"Where are you parked?" he asked me.
"I'm there," I said, pointing about five cars down from where we were standing. "You?"
"I'm here," he pointed, which was a car away from us, in front of the building's main doors.
"Did you get to work super early?" I asked him.
"No," he said with a smile. "I went out for lunch."

My guy has a secretive side to him. We are similar that way. He looked around briefly.

"Come over here," he said, walking to his car's trunk.

My guy normally pops his car's trunk open to put his laptop bag in there. Today, he did something different.

"These are for you," he said.

It has been a long time since I have received a dozen roses. He completely surprised me.

I loved that the bouquet had handles! The roses were pretty. I thanked him for them.

My guy is truly a sweet man. We are both practical folks. Roses don't exactly last too long. He had thought about getting me a practical gift, which we both know that I like. However, he wanted to make me feel special by giving me roses. He succeeded.

Happy Valentine's Day - bongos, anyone?

I have a couple of posts to write, but I thought that I'd share this video. I found it intriguing.

I would love to be one of these bongos.

However, the angle is all wrong. I'd rather be over my guy's lap. He can play any tune on my backside whenever he wants to make sweet beats!

Not in the mood due to stress

I could tell on Wednesday that my guy wasn't in the mood to have treehouse time. When he is stressed out or is feeling blue, he tends to not want it.

It's understandable. However, the first time that he didn't say anything about his mood or how he was feeling, I didn't know what to make of it. My guy tends to dictate whether we become intimate after work.

It may seem strange that I give him control to decide when we head over to the treehouse. I don't mind it. At work, I have complete control over what tasks I need to complete and I schedule them accordingly. It's nice to have someone else do the scheduling for a change outside of work. I do it by choice and it has worked out well.

It's pretty easy to tell when my guy doesn't feel like having treehouse time. He won't touch my back when he comes to my desk or send me as many text messages. I don't take it personally. I just know that he is preoccupied.

Late on Wednesday night, my guy (MG) sent me a bunch of texts over Skype. I was on the phone, scheduling an appointment to take my car in for servicing.

MG: Hey there
MG: I'm heading out now
MG: I'd like to apologize for not meeting for so long
MG: I'm just not in the mood in the midst of a bunch of things
MG: Hopefully things will clear out soon
MG: Goodnight

We both packed up and headed out the door.

While we walked out together, we talked.

"I can tell when you're not in the mood," I stated. "It's okay."
"You would know better than anyone," he replied.
"I think you can relieve some stress at the gym tonight," I pointed out.
"Yes."

We got down to the ground floor. We talked a bit more.

"I know what it's like to be under a bunch of stress. I'm in that boat right now. Just don't let it bug you," I advised.
"I know," he said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out.
"Our manager isn't the greatest planner. Everything is done at practically the last minute."

My guy and I looked in each other's eyes. All is and will be okay.

Lunch, teasing, and holding hands

Last Monday, I stayed at work for the whole day, mainly to train a new writer. My boss had told me about this new hire late Friday night. That's right. Send me an e-mail the Friday before that Monday, late that evening when everyone has called it a week.

I don't normally check my work e-mail late on Friday night. I just happened to for some reason. Anyway, it's the usual way that things roll at work. Things are either last-minute, or aren't communicated or planned properly. I eventually make everyone look good, because I am that dependable.

Perhaps that is one reason why I crave being spanked. I am a good person. I am reliable. I need a diversion, which happens behind closed doors.

Anyway, my guy had told me on the weekend that he looked forward to seeing me all day on Monday. He came in late that morning. We talked a bit later, catching up on our weekends that we didn't know about. I asked if he wanted to have lunch at our favourite restaurant. He was game.

He drove us. We talked some more. My guy made me laugh by pointing out that a plastic glove that was sticking out of the glove compartment. He discreetly tucked it away. He tends to use this type of glove to finger me. We both couldn't help but to laugh some more.

As always, we had a decent chat while shovelling food into our systems. I could tell that my guy was starting to feel stressed out about work, so we tried to talk things through. It often helps me.

My guy offered his arm as we walked over a patch of snow outside. He's sweet. However, he thought that my tone of voice was sarcastic. I wasn't being sarcastic at all. I enjoyed us arm-in-arm. He held the passenger side door open for me to get into his car. He then closed his car door. He's a good guy.

He got in and teased me about a former colleague who was a jerk. He said that this jerk was my "ex-boyfriend." My guy then said that he liked that his car doesn't emit a warning alarm if his seatbelt isn't on. I teased him by saying that this alarm was to help him not get a $600 ticket again.

My guy swatted my hand. I protested and said that I should be hitting him for calling that jerk my ex-boyfriend. I held his hand, which was gloved. He took his glove off and we held hands all the way back to work.

As I have said before, it feels like we're high school sweethearts sometimes. I must admit that it's pretty nice to be dating a colleague, who has ended up being my dear friend, boyfriend, and lover.

Getting two presents: a spanking and a lapdesk

Last week, my guy and I only came into the office once. It was on Wednesday. We didn't exactly plan coming into work for just one day. It simply happened.

Monday was not a good day for driving. There was snow, freezing rain, rain, and more. You name the type of precipitation and it was there. My guy and I played it safe and stayed home. Wednesday was a warm day. The high hit 12°C.

These days, my guy and I have been sending more e-mails to each other. On Monday, we both talked about working from home and making it to work on Wednesday. I had thought about coming into work on Tuesday instead, but I was too busy troubleshooting a problem I was experiencing with our software product.

On Wednesday, I wore my blue, double-v sweater into work with a pair of grey corduroy pants. My guy was in deep thought in front of his laptop. I interrupted him. He was happy to see me. He saw me take off my coat. I could tell that he was excited to see that I was wearing one of his favourite sweaters.

My guy was quiet for a bit. I knew that he was taking a nap, but I didn't disturb him. He had told me that he was up until 2 am and didn't sleep all that well. 

He logged on to Skype, asking me what time I would be leaving work. He wanted quality time. I wanted it, too.

He left first. Unfortunately, a colleague wanted to talk to me, so I had to spend some time explaining something to her. Twenty minutes later, I left work and headed over to our usual treehouse spot.

My guy was patiently waiting for me. He was on his laptop. I took my coat off and got into the backseat of his car.

As usual, we started off kissing. We kissed a lot. We then hugged for a bit before resuming our kissing session.

He caressed my breasts and kissed my neck and the back of my neck. He kissed my bare skin exposed by my double-v sweater.

"I love that," I said quietly, almost moaning.
"That's the advantage of wearing a sexy double-v sweater."

Our lips met again and we kissed some more. I love cradling the back of his head in my hand. It fits like a glove.

"You are going to be punished for making me wait," he whispered in my left ear.
"But, I didn't do anything wrong," I protested, as we continued to kiss.

We stopped kissing. He shifted himself by sitting in the middle of the backseat. I went over his knee. He pulled down both my pants and panties, without unbuttoning or unzipping the fly. He has never done that before.

He groped each buttock for a bit and then slowly smacked each one.

"Do you know why I am spanking you?" he asked between smacks.
"No," I said almost innocently.
"You kept me waiting here."
"That's so unfair," I protested.
"Why is that unfair?" he asked me.
"You have kept me waiting a number of times and you don't get punished."
"I can't wait that long. You know that."

The smacks came down harder on each buttock. He was spanking me hard. I could feel the sting. He was enjoying every moment. I was, too.

"What do you say about this matter?"
"This spanking hurts," I whined.
"Are you sorry?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I toyed.

He spanked me some more. I finally gave in and said that I was sorry. He called me a good girl and fingered both my pussy and butt. I was wet as all can be. My orgasm was intense. I rested across my guy's lap afterwards. I then said something that my guy couldn't hear. When I finally had enough strength to get up, I repeated myself.

"I love when you caress my butt," I told him.
"It's hard to hear you," he said, smiling at me.
"Yes, when my face is pressed against the side of your car."
"Your face should never be pressed against anything," he said in his sweet way.
"It should against your face," I said, moving towards him and kissing his lips.

Round two consisted of being fingered by him. I went ahead with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants so he could have more access while fingering me. I was incredibly aroused. I came again and was in a happy state of mind.

We cuddled for a bit as I tried to snap out of being in dopey mode. My hand went to his cock. It was hard under his pants. I stroked it, like I normally do for starters. My guy likes it so much that he told me so. I complied.

"Can you take it out of my pants?" he asked me. He has never told me to do it before. It's another first."Sure."

I unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. We both took his briefs and pants down. I wrapped my hand around his erect penis and gave him a handjob.

My left hand went under his bare right thigh. Eventually, my hand went to the inside of his thigh, which he thoroughly enjoyed. My guy ejaculated. He was completely out of it. It was nice to see.

We rested for a bit before we cleaned up. He gave me some hand sanitizer, too.

He told me to look up. I was looking at his moonroof. He was dopey. He had meant behind me.

He had told me that he'd get me a lapdesk for my iPad and more. It was sitting behind our heads. It was nice.

"I love it!" I exclaimed. "Thank you! You spoil me."
"No, I don't," he replied. "I don't do it enough."

We hugged and talked for a while. My guy promised to send me his travel itinerary and hotel details. It is exciting to go somewhere with him, even though it's a business trip for him and some much needed time off for me. Yay!