Waking up early on a Saturday with a sore bottom

I enjoy waking up next to my guy. I never take it for granted. However, I cherish the times more these days ever since I was let go for nearly a month. He doesn't want to let me go these days. I feel the same way about him.

I woke up on Saturday morning just after 07:00. Yes, it was super early to be up on the weekend. I quietly sat on the bed, looking at my guy. He had taken most of the bedsheets, rolling himself in them like a spring roll.

He eventually woke up. I kissed and hugged him. He reciprocated and told me to sleep in. I told him that I have delayed meeting up with a fellow colleague by half an hour, to spend more time with my guy in bed. He liked that.

I kissed and hugged him some more. I loved how smooth his head and face were to the touch.

He played with my nipples under my grey top. I wasn't wearing a bra. He marvelled at how hard my nipples were.

Unfortunately, I had to get on with my day. I brushed my teeth and hair, and changed into my green top and jeans in front of my guy. He told me that my shirt fit me well. It was a snug fit on me. He liked the fact that my shirt hugged my breasts.

I gathered my stuff and kissed him goodbye. He was flying back home today. I was off to New York for a day trip. He got out of bed, and kissed both my cheeks and lips. We hugged for a long time. I wished him a safe flight. He wished me a great second week in training.

In New York City, I had forgotten how hard my spanking was the night before until I boarded a hop-and-go bus for a tour of the city. The seats were hard. My backside was sore. It was a three-hour bus ride.

As sore as my butt felt, I was happy as can be. A spanking does wonders to this girl's heart and soul.