Sweaters and cuddles

A couple of Mondays ago, my guy and I were talking on Skype. We actually talked for a good 1.5 hours.

He asked me how my outing went with my friend the day before. My friend and I had visited Joe Fresh. The store had a ton of Boxing Day discounts. I ended up getting two sweaters that were $15 each. Both had a touch of cashmere, which is unheard of for that price.

When my guy and I saw each other for the first time in nearly three weeks, we had some cuddle time. We both enjoy cuddling. I probably am more of a cuddler than he is, but he has told me that he has never enjoyed cuddling with anyone like he does with me.

He was stroking my back. It felt so good as I rested my head on his chest.

"Your sweater is really nice. It feels good," he remarked.
"Thanks. I like the feeling, too. Can you believe that it was $15?"
"It's good quality. Cheap Bastard approves," he replied.

If the store made a blanket out of the same material, I'd buy it, too. Same goes for pajamas.

I'd like to wish everyone a happy 2015! Here's to more fun, spankings, and blog posts.

Spending time on Christmas and exchanging presents

My guy often tells me that he isn't good at giving gift. On the contrary, he is a thoughtful gift-giving guy.

He tells me that I am truly a great gift-giving gal. I end up buying him practical, unique items. They aren't difficult to find, but he thinks that he would have a challenging time finding them in a store.

The other week, he had visited the largest mall in the world and had picked me up a gift. I didn't want him to tell me what the gift was, as it would ruin the excitement of receiving it.

The day before he left Dubai, we had talked on Skype for 1.5 hours. He was packing a bunch of stuff away.

"I bought two Japanese Thermos bottles, so I can keep my tea hot," he stated.
"That sounds great! Are you packing them in your suitcase?"
"I may take them on the plane. They are fragile. I also have a pair of shoes. Should I take them out of the box?"
"If you have a plastic bag, you can put them in that and throw away the box. I do that all the time." I replied.
"Okay."

We finally got around to exchanging our Christmas gifts. I went first.

Those shoes? They were for me. He knows that I love sneakers. He also knows that I love Skechers shoes because the company sells a woman's size 11. I still have a difficult time finding girlie shoes with pretty patterns. He actually got a pair of gold sneakers with embroidered flowers on them. Even the shoelaces were sparkly. I felt like a giddy girl!

He was worried that I wouldn't like them. After seeing me so ecstatic about holding the sneakers and wanting to wear them immediately, he was relieved. He also got me three types of tea from Dubai. He is thoughtful. He remembered that I love lemon and mint teas. He got me cardamom as well, as he felt it would be similar to the chai tea that I love.

He got to open his gifts next. I got him three silicone cases for his phone. He often teases me that I have so many cases for my iPhone. His phone doesn't come close to having a ton of cases to purchase. I helped him out. He had also hinted that he wanted a silicone case.

I also got him a Micro Pedi, which has made me completely ditch my pumice stone and keep my heels in decent, smooth shape with this gadget. He marvelled at it for quite some time.

Finally, I got him the Wallet Ninja, which is 18 tools all in one slim card that you can store in your wallet. He always carries a pocket knife when he travels. I thought that this tool would come in handy. He absolutely loves it.

It was the perfect Christmas. We got to spend time together. We cuddled, snuggled, chatted, and opened presents together. It felt comfortable and right.

Boxing Day, Week, Month, ...

Happy Boxing Day! I hope that you had a great Christmas. If you don't celebrate it, I hope that you had some time off to spend with family and friends.

Boxing Day used to be a one-day event in which you would go into a crowded store, find decent deals, and come out in hopefully one piece. It seems like a farce these days, where Boxing Day has become Boxing Week and possibly Boxing Month.

I tend to avoid the malls on Boxing Day these days. Today, I did go out to a Chinese bakery to restock my fridge, which was the highlight of my day. The roads were pretty good traffic-wise.

As for the bargains, I shop online. I managed to get some wine-coloured winter boots. I haven't owned a pair for a few years, so it was time to get some. I am not sure how I managed since snow predictably occurs in Canada.

Anyway, I have spent a lot of time on Etsy. Once of these days, I will purchase a clear lexan paddle. My backside is fearing it, but I have always wanted one.

I will be writing a post on the gift exchange that both my guy and I had. I just wanted to squeeze in a short post.

Merry Christmas and making your day (and backside) bright (red)

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

It is Christmas where I am, although it does not look like it. Most of the snowfall that we got a couple of weeks ago has nearly melted away. It is windy outside with the temperature holding at 6°C.

My guy arrived home yesterday evening. He asked that I meet him at 18:45 after I had indicated that I should technically wait an hour after his plane arrives. My original proposal time was 19:00.

Guess who was correct? Yes, me.

My guy texted me at 18:10 and said that he was half an hour late. I was okay and told him to take his time. He actually got to the office at 19:00, hailing a speedy taxi.
Naturally, we were thrilled to see each other. We spent some time cuddling in the treehouse. It felt so good.

I have plenty of time to share stories now that we are both away from work. I want to go back to a conversation that we had over Skype a week ago.

Our conversation went something like the following:

"It's almost Christmas," my guy remarked.
"Are you going to sit on Santa's lap and see how hard he gets?"
"I would rather sit on your lap and see how hard you get," I replied.
"Well, I would have to get a Santa Claus outfit," my guy stated. 
"On second thought, I would much rather be over your lap," I corrected myself.
"You would be on my naughty list," my guy stated as if it were a known fact. "I would smack your bare bottom so hard that the redness would match the colour of my Santa suit."

It's nice that my wish list can finally be fulfilled.

One more sleep before my hairy guy returns home!

My vacation started after I left work on Friday at 16:00. I worked twelve hours on both Wednesday and Thursday. When our team was done, I said that we should go home. I packed up and left. I didn't even bother putting my out-of-message e-mail notification on. Yes, I am a rebel.

I felt bad on Friday that I couldn't talk to my guy because things were plain crazy around the office. He was perfectly understanding and told me to hang in there. We caught up on Saturday, Sunday, and today. It has been wonderful chatting up a storm with him.

For the last few evenings, I have stayed up late and have been going to bed at either 02:00 or 03:00. Waking up at nearly 11:00 is different, but I like catching up on my sleep and feeling relaxed.

He is currently on a plane, heading home. I will be greeting him on Tuesday evening, and am excited to wrap my arms around him and more since he left over two weeks ago.

On the hair front, my guy has decided that he doesn't like the nearly inch hair growth on his head. He misses touching his scalp and not dealing with shampooing his hair. He told me that he wanted to shave it off last week, but wanted me to see him with hair before he did that.

It's nice that he has held off shaving his hair just so I can see how he looks with hair. He is suffering a bit, which is romantic to a certain extent. I have always known him as a clean-shaven, bald guy.

As for me, I do need a haircut soon. I just haven't got around to it. Perhaps I will get that done after Christmas and Boxing Day are over. While everyone is hitting the mall, I'm hitting the salon. It makes perfect sense.

One more sleep before I get to see my guy. I am thrilled to pieces!

Hot dogs - miracles do come true

If you have been reading along for a bit, you will know that I do enjoy eating a hot dog from time to time. I tend to have a hot dog when I'm hungry after exercising my wallet at Costco. I also like having a hot dog when I am watching either a live sporting event or a movie.

Whenever my guy and I are out, and I see a hot dog option on the menu, I ask him if he would get me one. He will flat out tell me no. He did make an exception a couple of months ago and said that I could order one because he was in a good mood.

Our usual debate is that my guy argues that eating hot dogs is bad for your health. I tell him that I can get all-beef ones. He is unconvinced that they are truly pure beef. So, I end up telling him that eating hot dogs are yummy, which drives him crazy.

Well, he admitted to me that he had to eat some hot dogs last week in Dubai. I asked him for photographic proof. He refused and said that I should trust him.

My guy was still recovering from his jetlag. He woke up one morning and was running late for work. He ended up going to work on an empty stomach. My guy is the type of person who cannot function if he is hungry. He needs to curb his hunger immediately before he can function normally.

The only food available during his first break at the customer site were hot dogs. He told me that it was painful for him to eat them (yes, plural), but he was hungry and had no choice in the matter.

Today, I teased him that he has eaten more hot dogs this year than I have. It's a fun exercise, likely resulting in a sore bottom on my part. It's worth it!

Swimming and spanking

Work drives me insane. I worked from home on Wednesday. The rest of my team stayed at work till 21:00.

I went into the office yesterday and pulled a twelve-hour workday. I am so exhausted, but I wanted to blog tonight, to unwind a bit.

My guy managed to give me a call from a cafe during my lunch time. Although he has been in Dubai for nearly two weeks, he is still jetlagged and doesn't sleep too well.

We were talking about working out and the pool at his hotel.

"I don't find swimming all that interesting, especially when I am swimming by myself," he complained.
"I think that it would be more fun if I were in the pool with you. I could splash you. I could also fondle you."
"Yes, I'd like that," he replied. "I could reciprocate."

Naturally, being spanking in a wet bathing suit would hurt quite a bit. I have never been spanked that way, so that will be a first when it does happen. A girl can certainly dream, of course.

Work, technology, shopping, and thoughtfulness

It seems like ages since I have blogged. All is well. Work is just kicking my butt. I would much rather have it spanked by a cute guy, though!

This week is my last workweek before I go on vacation for two weeks. Working three straight Saturdays on top of a regular five-day workweek is draining. Our software release is this week, so I can finally see the finish line.

My guy is still in Dubai. We have managed to talk fairly often on Skype, despite the nine-hour time difference.

In technology news, I caved and got a new Macbook Air to replace my dead HP laptop. I love how thin in it. I told my guy about it. In general, he isn't crazy about Apple products. However, he is genuinely happy that I am happy with my purchase.

I also decided to get a BlackBerry Passport. The device is indeed the size of a Canadian passport, which is how it got its name. Mine is unlocked and uses a nano SIM. In other words, I can use it for both my BlackBerry and iPhone. Yay!

I told my guy about my new BlackBerry. He is well aware that before my iPhone, I owned a BlackBerry for three years.

The next day, we talked on Skype again.

"By the way," my guy started the conversation.
"Oh, no. You normally start a sentence off that way when you want to talk about work."
"No, not this time. Did you get a new phone case for your BlackBerry?"
"I got a purple silicone case from Amazon.ca for $5. Cheap Bastard would approve."
"I do! All I see are the hard black and white BlackBerry-branded cases," he replied.
"How come you are looking for BlackBerry cases?" I asked him curiously.
"If you didn't have a case, I was going to buy you one."

He's thoughtful and sweet. The day before, we had this conversation:

"How did you spend your Saturday?" I asked him.
"I slept in till nearly noon. I then went to the largest mall in the world and walked around for several hours."
"Did you buy anything?"
"I bought one thing," he replied.
"What did you get?"
"I bought you a gift. I hope that you like it."
"That's so sweet. I like all gifts that you give me."

My guy returns a few days before Christmas. That is my biggest gift of all.

He misses me a ton. He wants to spend some time together once he arrives that evening. It seems like ages and I miss him, too.

Chatting about letting his hair down

My guy has made it safely to Dubai. We have a nine-hour time difference, which makes scheduling time to chat a challenge at times.

Saturday worked out okay. I had to go into work. It was my second Saturday at the office. I have one more to go. I am hoping that it will be the last one for a while.

I pinged by guy at around 14:30 my time. I asked him why he was still awake. He had just had dinner and got back to his hotel. He wanted to talk with me, so we did.

He was a bit jetlagged and tired, which was perfectly understandable. We teased each other and recalled some wonderful times that we have had together.

My guy has been shaving his head for a while. He has finally decided to grow his hair back a bit. It is winter and he wants to have a warmer head, which makes sense.

I told him that I couldn't wait to run my fingers through his hair and spend time braiding each other's hair. He laughed.

He had forgotten that I was at work on Saturday for a bit. I am glad that I got to hear his voice. It certainly made a Saturday workday more bearable.

He told me that I am a strong person, and that my cough and congestion would fade. He knows that I rarely get sick.

It always lifts my spirits talking to him. For a few days now, my left ear has been clogged due to being so congested. I learned that if you stick your index finger in your ear and move it upwards, it creates a vacuum that helps drain the fluid and relieve the pressure. Sure enough, it has worked nicely for me. My hearing is definitely improved.

I am taking mucus and phlegm cold medication, DayQuil and NyQuil, and an antihistamine. They say that you shouldn't be mixing medication as I have been doing, but the combination works wonders for me right now. I don't take them all at once!

My guy and I are planning on chatting again tomorrow. In Dubai, his workweek starts on a Sunday. We both felt a bit comforted knowing that we are both partially working this weekend.

Visiting the bazaar and smacking his backside with a plastic case

My guy has just hopped on his plane to Dubai. I miss him already.

I took a second sick day from work. I have been averaging thirteen hours of sleep for the last two day. It has done a lot of good. I am not coughing as much and I seem to be on the mend. If I can only get rid of the congestion that has clogged my left ear, I may be back to normal.

I am still reliving memories of my trip to Istanbul with my guy. It will have to do until we go on another trip together!

On Friday, we managed to go to one of the many bazaars around the city. This one was on the Asian side of the city, so it was nice to take a ferry to get there. We took many photos along the way.

I got tired of walking. All the crazy walking that I had done over the week had finally caught up with me. My guy was okay with my sitting down while he looked around. He was sweet to buy me a small bag of roasted chestnuts, which seemed to be everywhere in the city. He took one to enjoy while he headed out.

He came back about thirty minutes later. We then looked around for cell phone cases. He bought a couple. I seem to have an addiction, which I openly admitted to my guy. It made him smile.

I asked my guy about a screen protector that he had talked about. Sure enough, he had recommended a tempered glass one. I found one at a store, which was pretty cheap and bought it.

We walked around some more. I ended up buying Turkish apple tea, and a cute saucer and tea cup that I had wanted. We then decided to have some dinner before we would walk around some more.

Since it was our last night there, we went back to Taksim to get some Turkish delight. I was pretty chilled when I sat at a dessert place that had its front door open while my guy was looking for more gifts to bring back. He felt bad at how tired and cold I looked. We got into a taxi and he held me, keeping me warm.

We got back to the hotel and I was feeling better. I got some beer from the lounge. My guy disappeared for a bit while I was taking a shower. He came back moments after I was done and he was in a happy mood. I was applying the glass screen protector onto my phone.

My guy had downed a couple of bottles of beer on an empty stomach. He doesn't normally drink, but he was in a happy, loose mood.

He accidentally sat on my nearly empty container of Tic Tacs. I joked that they were butt-scented, which made me laugh in delight.

At one point, he got up and wiggled his butt at me. He was wearing his boxers and a t-shirt.

My glass screen protector came in a clear plastic case. I couldn't help it. I used it to smack his cute backside.

"Hey, I am the one that should be spanking you!" he said to me.

I got up and hugged him. I then gave him several playful smacks across his bottom. He didn't seem to object.

I kind of like him a bit tipsy. It was fun.

The next day, he told me that he thought that I had used my hand to smack his butt. I told him that it was the plastic case.

Although he has told me that he probably wouldn't like being spanked, he doesn't mind playful lovetaps. He also loves when I grope his backside.

All hope is not lost.

Cough, congestion, and my first day at the office?

I am still congested and dealing with a hacking cough. On a good note, the mucus and phlegm production is slowly easing.

I have decided to take a sick day on Wednesday. I was hoping to catch up on my blog posts, but all the coughing that I have been doing is draining my energy reservoir.

It snowed today while I was in the office, so the drive home was horrible. For some reason, a light dusting of snow scares Canadians. Sheesh!

Anyway, I wanted to share a quick story. On Monday, I got into an elevator with an older woman and a guy. The guy got off on the second floor. The doors closed and the elevator continued going up.

"Is today your first day?" she asked me.
"No," I replied. "Does it look like it's my first day on the job?"
"Oh, I just see a number of new faces around here."

I take that either as a compliment that I looked fresh-faced for a Monday morning. I could also take it as my looking clueless or lost.

Who knows? Maybe it was all of the above!

My post being listed on Chross's site, a cough needing to be tames, and affection on an escalator

Well, isn't this post a hodgepodge of topics!

Last Tuesday, after going out to an East Indian restaurant with my fellow colleagues for lunch, I didn't feel all that great. I first felt bloated, but I couldn't tell whether it was due to the food or my time of the month.

Later that evening, I felt chilled, which is rare for me. I put on various layers of clothing, which helped me warm up.

Then, the dreaded sore throat took place. It is never a good sign. Sure enough, I have a cough with its friends, mucus and phlegm. My eyelids get crusty, but it's only one eye that does each night, just before I go to bed. I sound congested when I talk. Luckily, over-the-counter medication seems to be kicking in at long last.

I do have happier news. My recent blog post on getting a sore bottom while on vacation made it on Chross's Web site. I am flattered, and it brightened up my congested state and my overall mood.

I have been resting at home for most of Sunday. I miss my guy. In a few days, he will be in Dubai for two weeks. So, we'll be in touch through Skype as often as we can.

In Istanbul, we took the metro a lot to get to various tourist destinations. Many of the metro stations that we visited had escalators and elevators. My guy would always let me on the former first. He would then stand directly behind me, either hugging me or groping my butt now and again.

We are a pretty affectionate couple. When we are going down an escalator, I can reach back and squeeze my guy's thigh while he is standing behind me.

When we were standing on the steps of an escalator going up, I reached back and forgot about what I would be reaching for. I ended up playing with my guy's nuts and bolts.

The difference between us is that I don't get embarrassed about such situations as he does. He told me later that two women on the escalator going in the opposite direction looked at us funny. I just shrugged it off. It was a miscalculation on my part. It's not like they know us. We were just wacky tourists!

I don't think that I am an exhibitionist, but I am relatively comfortable with who I am. This incident also happened in Istanbul. I had returned to the room after doing some sightseeing. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and watched TV on the bed.

Well, I felt the need to stretch, so I did so across the bed. My body was parallel to the headboard, with my feet pointing at the windows.

I had a decent nap. I woke up to the sound of banging on the glass.

I had not drawn any curtains in the room. After all, I was on floor 32 of a 33-floor hotel. I also didn't pull the sheets over me.

Sure enough, there were two window washers supposedly washing the windows right in front of me. It may have been interesting for them to see a woman wake up thanks to their work.

I didn't rush to close the blinds. I wasn't embarrassed. I ended up waking up, sitting up on the bed, looking at them, and sitting there some more until they moved down.

I told my guy this story when he came back to the room after work. He thought that they would be happy to see a pretty girl like me. However, there was nothing to see if they were looking for some show.

"It would be interesting being a window washer," my guy thought. "They have probably seen a lot."
"I could never do that," I remarked. "I'm afraid of heights."
"Me, too."

We'll just stick to being geeky, affectionate people.

Sleeping in and getting a couple of hard smacks for napping

Last Friday was our last full day in Istanbul. My guy had finished his training session early, so he had the entire day free for us to spend exploring the city. Naturally, we both wanted to sleep in.

Well, my sleeping in ended up being at around 09:00. My guy kept at it. He woke up briefly at around 10:00.

"Is having breakfast really worth it?" he asked me in a sleepy voice, hugging his pillow tightly.
"Are you being philosophical?"
"Is it really worth it to go out to the bazaar?" he asked.
"If you want to sleep away the day, I am okay with that."
"No, I should take you to the bazaar. I love to sleep, though."
"I know. What did you do last weekend when you slept in and housekeeping wanted in?"
"I was too tired to answer the knock on the door. Housekeeping came into the room, saw me in bed, and left."

He's both sweet and funny that way.

Eventually, he did get up and got on with his day. However, it took him a while because he tends to be sluggish under such conditions.

Since we had missed breakfast in the lounge, my guy opted to fetch us some sandwiches across the street. He left his phone in the room. I decided to help him charge it. It only had about 10% of its battery life.

We ate our sandwiches in the room. He proceeded to answer some work e-mails. I was so full from the sandwiches that I ended up lying on my side on the bed.

"Oh, no," he said, placing his hand on my right buttock.
"Are you going to spank me?" I asked him.
"We need to go to the bazaar," he stated.
"Well, I was ready, but you ended up doing other things, so I took a nap," I replied.

He gave me a hard smack across my right buttock. He obviously did not like my remark.

"How come you always give me a lopsided smack like that? What about my left buttock?"
"Are you sure that you know what your asking for?"
"Yes," I said.

Naturally, he complied with my request and I got the same hard smack across my left buttock. My bottom smarted a bit, thanks to the leather paddle spanking that I had received less than twelve hours ago.

We headed out the door. I was a bit sore and horny. And, I had the entire day with my guy. I was one happy girl.

Long day, sore bottom, and quality time

Last Thursday was a long day for both my guy and me in Istanbul. I had signed up for a walking tour of the various touristy sites in the old city. I had to be in the hotel lobby by 07:50. My guy had to go to work, but he also was meeting a software architect on the Asian side of the city after work.

I woke up at 06:50 and started getting on with my day. My guy's alarm normally goes off at 07:00. It did, but he didn't hear it because he had a pillow over his head. I actually had to gently take it off his head before he heard the alarm.

I hugged him. He reached over to squeeze my hand. He then flipped over to look at me, hugging his pillow tightly.

"You look like you don't want to get up," I remarked.
"I like sleeping," he said like a little boy.
"Well, you have to go to work soon. I need to grab some breakfast," I advised.
"Okay," he said, closing his eyes again.
"Hope to see you on your feet when I come back," I said, kissing him on his forehead and heading out the door.

The lounge next door serves hot breakfast. I didn't get bored of it one bit that entire week. I'd say about twenty minutes later, I came back to the room. My guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his phone.

"I set the bar too high when I said that you'd be on your feet by the time I came back into the room," I said, kissing him.
"I just sat up seconds before you walked into the room," he said, with a huge smile.
"What are we going to do with you?!"

I wished him a good day. He reciprocated. I headed downstairs to the lobby and got my ride to the old city.

The tour had a lot of walking. It was a good tour with a knowledgeable tour guide. I took tons of pictures, talked to the other tourists in my group, and enjoyed being a tourist, too.

One of the stops was at a rug store. We were served warm apple cider in a traditional Turkish cup and saucer. I ended up buying a small rug, which fit nicely in my suitcase.

I got back to the hotel just after 18:00. I was not expecting to see my guy.

I was waiting for the elevator in the lobby. When the doors opened, I saw my guy coming out. We talked briefly, both of us happy to see each other.

"How was your tour?" he asked me.
"Good, but there was a lot of walking," I said. "I got a rug!"
"Nice!" he said, smiling at me.
"You smell good," I noticed.
"I shaved my face," he said, as I went to touch his smooth skin.
"Nice! Have a good time tonight."
"Thanks. You, too. I'll see you soon," he replied, and headed off to the metro.

I rested a bit once I got to the room. I then decided to grab some dinner in the lounge. I then came back and took it easy. I took a shower, watched TV, and caught up with some e-mail.

My guy came back a few hours later and bought me a couple of cookies. He is sweet that way. He knows that I am a sucker for pastries and cookies.

We both talked about our day. We shared pictures that we had taken. We then cuddled and watched TV together.

At one point, our conversation led to this exchange:

"You are such a bad girl," he said to me.
"What do you plan to do about it?" I asked him innocently.
"Well, I can either make your butt purple or pink."
"That's not nice," I replied.
"At least I am giving you a choice. If you get the leather paddle, you will get a pink bottom. Otherwise, I will have to use my hand, and you will have a purple and blue bottom."
"But, I don't want to go get the leather paddle," I whined playfully.
"It's not my problem. I want you to fetch that paddle so I can use it on you."

I reluctantly got out of the bed to go get my leather paddle from my suitcase. I then crawled into bed. I was on all fours.

"I like when you don't wear a bra and your nipples are hard under your t-shirt," he remarked, playing with them.
"You told me not to wear a bra. See, I am a good girl," I replied smartly.
"No, you're still a bad girl," he said, giving me a couple of light slaps with the paddle.

I went over his lap. He pulled down my pajama shorts and slapped me with the leather paddle. There was a rhythm to it. He would first alternate smacking each buttock. He would then pick out specific spots on each buttock and slap that same area five times. The smacks grew harder. I became wet and more aroused.

He stopped spanking me once I could feel my bottom warm up. He them played with me until I reached orgasm, which doesn't take long when I am that aroused. I hugged him tightly. He rubbed my bottom for a bit.

I then went to give him a handjob. We tried something a bit different and watched a porn flick on his phone. He came all over my hand. I went to get a towel to clean us both up.

Although we had a long day, the ending was perfect.

Back from vacation - recap of my travel day back home

I have been back from Istanbul since Saturday night. I have missed blogging.

Work is nuts. Our entire department received an e-mail stating that we all need to come into the office for the next three Saturdays to work.

I have an arrangement to work four days in the office and one day at home. Working an extra day for the next three weeks throws my schedule out the window. So, I had to ask two project managers and my boss whether I could work from home for the next three Fridays.

One of the project managers likes me. I have been telling my guy about him. My guy has nicknamed him Sharky, because he constantly circles around my desk at work. As expected, he didn't object.

The other project manager and I used to get along when she was a quality assurance manager. She is nice, but she has no clue how to be a project manager and we have been in several disagreements, mainly because she is not a good listener. It was to the point where I got both my manager and her manager to support me.

Surprisingly, she was okay with my working from home for the next few Fridays. Other than the extra long workweeks to come, all is well.

On Saturday, my guy and I had breakfast, packed up, and left for the airport.We held hands in the taxi the whole time.

He is a gentleman. He did not want me to lift a finger. At the airport, you have to place all your luggage on the conveyor belt for scanning. My guy did all the heavy lifting, which was greatly appreciated. When I tried to help, he told me not to, giving me that look that he was going to smack my backside if I did. I asked if I should look cute and pretty standing there. He agreed.

After going through security without a hitch, my guy looked at me.

"Which way is it to the business lounge?"
"It's that way," I pointed. "It's past the Victoria's Secret and Starbucks."

My guy freely admits that he is horrible with directions. The last time I was at this airport was June 2013. My guy was here in December and he has visited the country more that I have.

"Why did you need to ask me?"
"Because I am lost and you always find me," he said sweetly, holding my hand.

I bought some Turkish delight. My guy had to wander off to the duty-free side to make a claim. He told me to stay in the store so that he could find me. It was cute, but I was fine shopping away.

We went to the Turkish Airlines business lounge. It is fancy! It was my third time there. The food is wonderful. We lounged on leather recliners in the movie theatre. I got to caress his head. He remarked that he loves my expression when I do, as if it is the first time that I have ever done it.

We had to catch our flight, which was delayed twice, but only for 1.5 hours. I have seen worse! My guy got me a minced meat-stuffed pastry. I had wanted the hot dog pastry, but he refused to get me that, as expected.

We were one of the last few people to board the plane. My guy and I were fortunate to get seats next to each other. My guy likes the aisle, so I was fine sitting in the middle. My rolling bag ended up in business class because there wasn't enough room above us.

I entered the row first. My guy groped my butt. It made me smile.

We ate, talked, held hands, watched movies, and played games during the 11-hour flight back home. At times, I rested my head against his chest and he rested his head on mine.

Travelling with him is nice. I hope to do it again soon.

Once bitten, twice spanked

My guy likes giving me lovetaps throughout the day. They lead to wonderful spankings.

I was brushing my teeth. He came into the bathroom, which is spacious. He slapped each buttock several times, saying that I will always be his naughty girl.

The other evening, we went out for dinner, and came back. Kissing, hugging, and more in an elevator to ourselves going up 32 floors is wonderful.

We got into our hotel room where he hugged me from behind and gave me several kisses. He was planning on hanging up his coat.

We have wooden hangers in our closet. He took one and used it across my bottom.

"It has been a long time since I have been spanked by a wooden clothes hanger," I said.  "Bend over," he said.

I loved how it felt. Just ten slaps across my clothed backside. I was turned on. He even used the hanger to rub my crotch and get me excited. I feel bad for the next person using that hanger for their clothes.

My guy and I did some fun role-playing in which he is Mr Meanie and I am the good girl who never deserves to be spanked.

He used the leather paddle across my bottom. He took down my panties. I tried grabbing them and pulling them up, but the smacks got harder. I tried to cover my bare buttocks with my hands, but he slapped my hands away with the leather paddle, and then continued to spank me harder.

It was a fun night. He entered me from behind and made me reach orgasm. I then gave him a handjob.

We then spent the evening laughing and cuddling. He rubbed my sore bottom just before we fell asleep. It was sweet.

Hello from Istanbul!

I left for Toronto late Saturday night, taking a nine-hour flight to Istanbul.

By the way, I am writing this post in the business centre of the hotel that my guy and I are staying at. Let me just say that there are challenges to typing on a Turkish keyboard:

• The period is shifted over my a space. So, I end up entering ç.
• The comma is to the left of the carriage return.
• The letter i is to the left of the comma
• The @ symbol is shared with the letter Q. I need to press the Alt Gr button with the letter Q.
• The < and > characters use the same key. I need to press the Shift key to get the latter.

You can probably tell that it took me a long time to figure all of these nuances out, because I am a touch typist. I now have to slow down and look at the physical keyboard to make sense of what I am writing. The worst part was that my e-mail password has the letter i in it. I was unable to log in multiple times until I noticed that there are technically two letter i keys on the keyboard (that is, ı and i).

Well, I decided to go back to my room and grab my work laptop to write. I moved over to the business lounge where I can have a beverage while I write.

I am taking it easy today. Tonight, my guy and I are going to hit the down. We did that last night, but I had decided to walk all six floors of a mall nearby while he was at work. So, I was pretty tired walking up steep terrain last night that I didn't want to wear out that soon.

Anyway, my flight into Istanbul was great. However, I sat next to an extremely fidgety guy who kept elbowing and grazing me with his arm. I had had it when I was finally able to snooze and he once again interrupted my sleep when he hit me. I woke up and told him that I can't sleep with him constantly knocking into me. At one point, he was tugging at my seatbelt. I actually found his seatbelt and told him to put it on.

Needless to say, I did not sleep too well. Traffic in this city on a Sunday evening is jammed. It took me 1.5 hours to get to the hotel. It was to the point where the taxi driver was apologizing to me.

The hotel is nice. Everyone is super friendly and helpful. I had the front desk call my guy. We talked briefly before he came down to see me. We hugged. The bellhop brought my stuff up.

My guy and I kissed and hugged after the bellhop had left. I got to caress his freshly shaved head. He pressed his hard cock against me. He groped and played with my butt. He even gave me a few lovetaps.

We went into the business lounge for dinner. I had grilled chicken with a layered pasta dish containing ground beef, cheese, and mushrooms. Pepsi Light (European for Diet Pepsi) is offered in a glass bottle. It's just a classy place.

We talked and ate. We recapped our day.

We went back to our hotel for a bit of fun. He pleasured me a couple of times and showered me with kisses. I ended up giving him two blowjobs, which got him incredibly excited and happy.

My guy told me that he took a walk earlier in the day and got lost, so he had to take a taxi. I burst out laughing. He found my bottom, hiked my panties up to expose my bare bottom, and gave me several swats, telling me that I was bad.

We then cuddled for the rest of the night, talking while watching TV, and just enjoying being together at long last.

Vacation and toys

I haven't blogged as much this week. Work continues to be busy. I also had to cram in some extra hours.

On Friday, I had to conduct an interview with my manager. Within our entire organization, we all have to fill out our performance reviews, which takes a chunk of time to recall what you have accomplished within the last eleven months.

I am on vacation as of now. It's about time.

I have been packing my suitcase in phases. I am finally done. All I need to do is get myself to the airport and hop on a plane twenty hours from now.

My guy and I have been talking over Skype often this week. He isn't adjusting to the time difference all that well, which is a bit surprising. He generally is not jet-lagged when he travels to European countries. I am hoping that I may be able to help him out once I am there.

He is pretty sweet, despite being sleepy when we talk. He has been counting the days until we see each other. He has never done that before.

He also has a wish list of goodies for me to pack:

• Flavoured oral gel
• Leather paddle
• A short skirt
• The dong that he bought for me from Amsterdam

He's demanding, but it's all for a good cause.

The next time I blog, I will likely be in Istanbul. If I am bored out of my mind waiting for my flight, I may surprise you by sneaking in a post.

Have a great weekend!

Boyish, girly, and free

In the early stages of our relationship, I noted to my guy that he is boyish. It isn't every day that you hear him say that he is driving along the highway, and decides to take a break by pulling over and getting an ice cream cone.

My guy doesn't like that he is boyish. Growing up, he always wanted to be a rugged, macho type of guy, like Clint Eastwood.

My guy is a combination of boyish and manly. He is the latter when he sees some sort of threat happening to me. It's not typically a life-threatening event by any stretch. When he hears about someone being somewhat mean to me, he wants to protect me and beat that person up.

Of course, that sort of violence never happens. He also knows that I can take care of myself. However, it's always a nice feeling when he is so protective of me.

My guy is in Turkey for business for two weeks. I will join him on the weekend.

We talked over Skype this afternoon. He was telling me how posh the hotel room is and that I'd be pleased there.

My guy is an elite member at this hotel chain. There is a lounge area where you have all-you-can-eat-and-drink access.

My guy was so excited about the lounge area:

"It's free, free, free!" he exclaimed, with his voice getting higher and higher.
"Did you clear out the bar by drinking every alcoholic beverage that you could down?" I asked him.
"No, I haven't been drinking. It's all free!"

It's that playful boyishness that I like about him, among his fine qualities. It also confirms that he likes being Cheap Bastard.

As for me, I tend to be childlike and girly now and again. Last week, my guy came upstairs to visit me at the office. We moved to a meeting room to chat privately.

It was nice to take a break from work. We held hands. I was sucking on a purple lollipop. It was a part of the post-Halloween stash of unwanted candy that a colleague had left in the common cafeteria.

"Is my tongue purple?" I asked him, sticking out my tongue at him while trying to look at my tongue myself.
"It is," he confirmed. "I like how childish you are. It's cute, as are you."

He is a sweet, boyish, and manly.

Dinner and dessert - part 3

The diner that we visited was cozy. We had a booth all to ourselves. The lighting in the diner was dim, nice, and just right.

My guy looked at me longingly and said that I looked gorgeous. He's sweet that way.

I saw that there were several hot dog dishes on the menu and said that I'd order one. At first, he didn't like that. But, he then changed his mind and said that I could, because he was in a good mood.

Spaghetti with one giant meatball!

Well, I had eyed having the spaghetti and meatballs. I also didn't want to rock the boat with his happy mood, which made him laugh. He ordered the west coast burger, which looked equally as yummy as my dish.

We held hands across the table. He took pictures of me because he wanted me to see how pretty I am from his perspective.

We shared a pecan pie with vanilla bean ice cream. It was the best pecan pie that I have had in ages.

Pecan pie with vanilla bean ice cream

I had to get up to visit the powder room (seems fitting to say it, being at a diner). I got up and caressed my guy's head, which was nice. I came back moments later and we walked out the door together.

We figured out after leaving the diner that it is connected to a posh hotel. There was a Rolls Royce parked outside. I suggested that my guy take a picture of it, because he is a car buff.

There were two women in front of the hotel watching us as they smoked. One of them was kind to offer taking our photo in front of the car, to make us look like we owned it. She was great.

These photos are significant. We have never been in a photo together. It is generally one of us taking a photo of the other. Now, we have a couple of couple photos.

We held hands as we walked to my car. My guy felt that we needed more dessert. He wanted to cuddle.

I will backtrack a bit. A few weeks ago, my guy was depressed and said that we should hold off on treehouse time, which upset me. We had a decent conversation about it and I said that I needed to cuddle at the very least. He agreed. So, this evening was a complete surprise when he said that he was up for cuddling.

We got into the backseat of my car and we cuddled. I love being in his arms. He kissed me on my forehead several times. My head was rested comfortably on his chest.

My guy was caressing my butt. He decided to slide his hand under my panties and play with my buttocks, groping them, which was nice. He then proceeded to try to finger my butt.

I stopped him. I didn't want that. He told me that he wanted to. I reminded him that he wanted to put treehouse time on the backburner for a bit.

I have never heard him beg in almost a whiny tone. He begged me to let him. He explained that he was depressed back then, but wanted to be intimate with me again in our treehouse. Finally, I removed my hand that was preventing his from sliding any further.

He promised that he wouldn't finger my bottom, but would play with my sensitive nerve endings. It got me all excited and I came.

Well, he broke his promise moments later. He fingered my butt, and I reached orgasm again.

We cleaned him up afterwards and I snuggled up against him. He told me that my stopping him from playing with me turned him on. I could tell. His member of extremely hard in his pants.

I let his hard cock out and played with it, making him ejaculate all over my hand. His cum coated my entire hand. He was dopey and happy, like I was. Two out of seven dwarf names isn't bad.

We cuddled and kissed some more. Eventually, it was time to drive him back to his car.

It was the perfect date night. It was long overdue, but well worth the wait.

A hug is just a hug... but more - part 2

After I parked the car in a parking lot across the street from the restaurant, my guy and I got out, and found the ticket machine. After figuring out that you had to press a sequence of buttons to get an $8 ticket for overnight parking, we headed back to my car to place the ticket on the dash, and headed towards the restaurant.

My guy immediately grabbed my hand. He wanted to hold it, which is one of many charming qualities about him. It felt so good as we walked together.

"I want to hug you. Can I hug you now?"
"Okay," I said, as we stopped in the middle of the parking lot.

We hugged. It was such a warm embrace on a cool autumn evening. He pressed up against me. I could feel how hard his member was against me. We kissed. It was a long, sweet, meaningful kiss. I caressed the back of his head.

When we unlocked lips, I felt like I was walking on air. It was the best feeling in the world. I felt euphoric. We both did, to the point where we needed a moment to figure out where the restaurant was.

You would think that being with him for three years wouldn't cause such sparks to fly when you kiss and hug. After all, we have locked lips and have embraced a multitude of times. This one was special. We both felt it.

We walked some more, once we figured out in which direction to go. We were still holding hands. My guy pulled me aside, in front of a closed dry cleaning place.

We hugged and kissed some more. There is something so romantic about doing so when it's nightfall and it's dark. He groped my buttocks. I caressed his chest.

I was so happy that I could barely walk into the restaurant. Well, it was also because my guy was still groping my butt as we waited to be seated.

Date nights are fun. It is rare that we have a date night in Toronto. It just felt like a special evening with that special person.

Picking up my guy and hearing a threat against my bottom - part 1

Sunday had arrived. My guy was teaching a course for a full six hours, in the heart of downtown Toronto.

Let's just say that the location is a madhouse. There is construction going on in the area. The neighbourhood is busy all the time. It took me ten minutes to drive four blocks.

Then, you have impatient people honking at one another. It isn't exactly stress-free driving.

My guy called me at 17:50. I told him where I was. I didn't realize that his car was near mine, with a dumpster was blocking my sight of his car.

He came out of the building a bit later than expected. He got into my car. We both had the same thought -- that it would be best to keep his car parked and I would drive us to the restaurant to eat.

"Have you done some research on where we should go and eat?" he asked me, knowing that I tend to come prepared.
"Are you in slave-driving mode again?" which made him smile. "I'm heading towards King Street, which is where all the eateries are."
"Sounds good," he replied.

We ended up talking about something else and another discussion happened.

"I am supposedly known as Cheap Bastard," he replied.
"What do you mean you are supposedly?" I teased. "You are Cheap Bastard."
"Really?" he said, with a mild threatening tone in his voice. "We'll see about that when I punish you for that comment."
"My bottom is safe right now. I didn't do anything. I am just driving us to a nice restaurant."
"Well, when we are together for a week in Turkey, you bottom won't be safe when I am done with you."

We held hands as I continued to drive us to our destination. It's always great when he is happy. I am happy, too.

My guy misses me - scheduled date night on Sunday

My guy had thought that he would be dropping by the office last week, but that visit didn't transpire. So, he spent the entire week working from home.

Work continues to be crazy. I get along well with my team, which is a plus. However, there are challenges with two of the three writers that I work with.

The scary thing is that the next senior technical writer isn't exactly a trained writer. She is technical, which makes understanding how our software works easier. However, her first language isn't English, so I end up teaching her technical writing 101.

I like teach folks how to write better. The downside is that it puts a damper on actually producing quality work when you have a writer who you have spent a ton of time working on writing mechanics and they don't fully sink into her head.

I also have to have a side discussion with her about business writing. I don't think that saying you folks twice in the same sentence to an audience of software developers and project managers to be professional. Sure, you want them to respond to your e-mail, but it should not be that informal in tone.

The other new writer is not assertive. It's who she is. Writers tend to be shy and quiet by default. I am half of that, so I am a bit of an exception. I am quiet when I work and I am okay with that. However, I am far more social than these two writers combined.

Anyway, I just went off on a tangent that I wasn't expecting...

Oh, yes. I can tell when my guy truly misses me. He sends me more e-mails and tries to contact me more than he typically does.

On Friday, he had forwarded his travel itinerary. It had a notice about getting an e-visa as a visitor to Turkey. He will travel there next weekend. I will follow suit a week after that. I had meant to write back to him, thanking him for sending it to me. Things got busy at work that I forgot.

Later in the day, my guy sent me another e-mail, asking how my week was so far. He was chattier than usual, telling me about how his week was boring, but productive. He also wished me a good weekend and reminded me to set my clock back an hour for Daylight Saving Time.

I didn't respond to either e-mail. I had to head home and prepare to shell out goodies to Halloween visitors. It was a lot of fun, despite the evening being rainy and cooler than it should be in late October.

I logged on to my computer after midnight. I went to shower. I came back maybe twenty minutes later and my guy was on Skype, wondering whether I would be awake.

As most of you know, I tend to write blog posts after midnight. I am a strange creature. I am a night owl who has no trouble getting up early in the morning. Don't ask. That answer will take another blog post to sort out.

We chatted and caught up. I told him about getting my new passport in the mail the other week. We talked about the e-visa application (it takes five minutes to complete and cost $60.70 USD, which is frankly a ripoff, but must be done).

He also told me that he would be in Toronto on Sunday. He teaches a course on the side.

"I'm downtown," he told me.
"Wow, that's different," I replied.
"Noon till 6 pm."
"That's a long time," I said.
"Yes," he responded. "I miss you."

It is significant that he said that he missed me. Most of the time, I am the first one to mention that. I told him that he was sweet and that I missed him, too.

I had suggested that we could do dinner after he was done with his course, if he was game. He was.

I asked where he would be downtown. He had an idea of the address, but he didn't know if the street ended with East or West.

"I have to go back to the e-mail," he told me.
"Oh, no. That could be an issue for directionally challenged guy," I replied.
"But, no problem for cute Asian girl," he teased back.
"You're so sweet. What's wrong with you?!"
"I guess I just miss you."
"It's nice to hear that I'm missed. You haven't said that for a while."
"When I'm in a good mood, I always miss you."
"Well, I hope that your mood continues to be good."
"Me, too."
"It'll good to see you downtown."
"It's good to see you anywhere," he said sweetly.

He was definitely in a good mood. It's nice to have a date night, especially on a Sunday, when you typically dread the fact that your weekend is nearly over. Spending it with someone special makes going back to the work following day far more bearable.

Halloween is here!

Happy Halloween! Hope everyone who enjoys celebrating it has a fun, safe time.

At work, we were supposed to have a potluck lunch. However, considering how everyone is way too busy to make some yummy dishes to bring into work for everyone to chow down and savour, it got cancelled. Only six people signed up for the event.

As for me, I completely forgot about it. Work is hectic these days. We have a software release at the end of the year, but it has to be ready by the end of November.

For Halloween, I should dress up as a good little girl, complete with the short skirt and low-cut blouse. Oh, never mind. I dress up like that throughout the year, which sets the tone for a good spanking.

My guy should dress up as Super Disciplinarian, simply because he just is. My sore bottom would agree wholeheartedly.

The other side of the coin - consent is missing

Every story has different perspectives. A few days ago, we got radio and TV host's Jian Ghomeshi's take on why he believes he was fired from the CBC. I provided my thoughts about it, if it was indeed the case that he was unfairly let go because he likes consensual "rough sex" behind closed doors.

Well, the other side of this case is that eight women have indicated that they were beaten by Ghomeshi, without any consent whatsoever. Canadian television actor Lucy DeCoutere shared her story of having her hair pulled back hard by Ghomeshi and being slapped with a decent amount of force on the side of her head by him.

There wasn't any warning. No consent. It just happened.

So wrong.

No woman deserves that kind of treatment from a man. The fact that eight women have come forward, indicating similar abuse, is convincing support that Ghomeshi does not respect women as much as we'd like to believe.

I am sure that the story will continue to unravel. It is simply a sad story all around.

I hope that all these women are doing okay. Perhaps CBC did do the right thing by letting Ghomeshi go. His image is becoming more tainted, painting him as a monster than a respectable, intelligent on-air host.

Wednesday kiss and dill

As many of you know, I write for a living. My writing style on my blog is far different than what I write about at work. With the latter, I am generally describing to readers how to perform various hardware and software tasks.

It's different on my blog. I write to share what has happened to me recently. I'm not telling anyone to do anything. I am simply writing about my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I then share them with you.

I found this draft post, which is dated April 16, 2014. My guy was still battling depression, but he seemed to be slowly getting out of that dark period. We were still working at the old office.

Here goes...

I met my guy for lunch at our usual Chinese restaurant. We circled the parking lot together. I pointed to a parking spot for him. I ended up parking a bit further.

He waited for me, and then we walked into the restaurant together. It was packed. We are regulars there. We got a table wiped down quickly. We are always greeted promptly.

I ordered the lemon chicken. He went with the broccoli chicken.

Our chat was good. I teased him about ironing, removing stains from his clothing, and attempting to find his car at Costco.

He noticed my blue sweater that I was wearing and said that it looked new. I think that he is slowly coming out of his depression.

I teased him some more to the point where he playfully tossed his napkin at me. I couldn't help but to grab his hand. We held hands across the table. It was nice.

He wore a light blue, checkered shirt. He confessed that he was getting tired of ironing. It's sort of surprising. He is good at ironing and rarely finds it to be a chore. However, he is more into convenience these days. He'd rather wear something that doesn't require hauling out the ironing board and iron.

We drove back to the office in our respective cars. I must have beat him to it by a large margin. I didn't see his car in sight.

After work, I dropped by the training room. We talked about instant ginger tea. I teased him some more about his need for exerting the least amount of energy to perform tasks. It was a nice chat.

I closed the door. I caressed his head. He got up and wanted to give me a hug. It felt good.

I asked if i could kiss him. He was fine with that. I kissed him on the cheek. He played with my right cheek by sliding his hand in my navy blue pant pocket. He was groping me. I was playing with his chest.

He told me that he felt guilty for not making me feel good. I told him that it was okay under the circumstances. He was making me wet as he continued to grope my buttock.

He looked at me longingly. He initiated a kiss on the lips. It was a nice, long kiss. I got to lick his lips. They were so full and sweet.

My guy has to work on Good Friday. I asked if I could join him for lunch and crash his training session, as I didn't have anything planned that day. He was game.

He shared his cabbage rolls stuffed with rice with me. It had dill in it. I loved them. He learned that I have a love for dill. He said that he didn't even notice it.

My guy often eats without knowing what he has eaten. He smiled when I called him out on it.

I told him about Applebee's and how I used to order the chicken fingers. The place had honey dill dipping sauce. It went away and I was crushed. Luckily, I can make my own whenever I want to.

We left work an hour later. We embraced before we parted and headed home. Both the taste of his sweet lips and of dill lingered as I licked my lips.

Patching up things and booking a hotel for next month

In general, my guy and I don't have too many disagreements, but we did last week. It has been a series of things that has built up, which caused us to both unload our feelings and talk things through.

The talk was good and much needed. We both felt relieved and less stressed.

My guy can get pretty paranoid, which puts a damper on things. Although we are pretty good at not putting our hands on each other in the office, he ends up putting unnecessary restrictions on various details.

Next month, my guy and I will be in Turkey. He will be there for two weeks for work. I will come join him a week later. I will be on vacation for a week. He always likes when I keep him company. It gives us more time together after work to dine, talk, shop, and be tourists together.

My guy tends to stay at the closest hotel to the office. It makes logical, perfect sense. However, he wanted me to initially stay at a different hotel, in case colleagues recognize both of us at the hotel and spread some sort of vicious rumours about us.

So, I had it. I told him that a lot of people know that we're an item, but the likelihood that colleagues in Turkey would know who I am is slim. It also isn't cost-effective for us to be staying at two different hotels, commuting between the two to meet up. And, how about quality time? It may seem exciting to have two places to cuddle and be intimate, but the setup is an unnecessary inconvenience.

I told him flat out that we need to stay in the same hotel. We compromised. He agreed that the hotel closest to the office didn't have much around there.

Today, he wrote me an e-mail and said that he booked us at a hotel close to the downtown area where there is tons of shopping. I looked at this hotel and its location. He did a mighty good job. The view is spectacular. The hotel looks posh. I am not used to staying at such a place.

He is making up for his errors in judgment. I accept. Next month can't come any sooner!

Private sex life of rough sex the cause for employment termination?

One of the first few podcasts that I listened to when I got my first iPod was Q, which started off as an arts and music podcast on CBC. It was hosted by Jian Ghomeshi, who was the former drummer of Moxy Fruvous back in the 90's.

This podcast grew in popularity, to the point where it became a video podcast and a TV show. He was a decent, intelligent host, who made guests feel at ease.

Jian and I went to the same university for our undergraduate studies. He was several years ahead of me and we majored in different areas (he in fine arts; me in geeky computer science and math subjects).

I say that Jian was the host. It wasn't meant to be such an abrupt ending. He had worked at CBC for fourteen years.

Last week, Jian had indicated that he was taking a leave of absence, to grieve for his father who had passed away.

Well, CBC decided to terminate his employment. That isn't exactly the best timing when one of your shining stars is going through a tough time.

There is a lot more to the story, which is unfolding with every day that passes. Jian was allegedly fired because of his "private sex life," and "false accusations pursued by a jilted ex-girlfriend and a freelance writer."

Jian wrote a long message on his Facebook page. He elaborates on his private sex life with a woman in her late twenties, which he feels that CBC felt was reason enough to fire him:

We saw each other on and off over the period of a year and began engaging in adventurous forms of sex that included role-play, dominance and submission. We discussed our interests at length before engaging in rough sex (forms of BDSM).

Naturally, we need to hear all sides of this story. However, I do not think that Jian is obligated to explain his private sexual life to the world. It is just that -- private. His employer should not make a judgment about him based on what he does in his bedroom and be dismissed as an employee for what he does away from work, if this point is indeed the reason for his losing his job.

As much as I get along with my colleagues at work, I never want to share my private sex life with them. My guy is my colleague, but we are in a relationship. What we do in our relationship, especially behind closed doors is private to us. I would be horrified if I were let go from my job because management found out that I like having my bare bottom smacked hard by an attractive guy who holds my hands behind my back and punishes me. It has nothing to do with how competent I am doing my job.

We will see how things progress this week. Jian is suing CBC for $50 dollars, likely for wrongful dismissal.

In the meantime, it would be nice if Jian could be left alone to grieve for his father.

Directions and songs about hot dogs

My guy was in Montreal all last week for work. We talked on Skype a handful of times, which helps ease the pain from being away from each other.

He is directionally challenged. I often tease him. On the contrary, I am pretty good with directions. Even when I am in an unfamiliar city, if you give me a map, I am fine getting around.

Montreal can be a bit confusing, for it isn't truly on a grid system. When I was there a few years ago, I drove there from Toronto and was perfectly fine. It helps that my car has a built-in GPS.

My guy's lifeline is his GPS. Without it, he is truly helpless. Well, that fact changed.

"For the first time, I drove with two GPSs," he said to me.
"What?" I replied, puzzled by his statement.
"I had my regular GPS with me and the one on my phone," he stated.
"Why did you need two?"
"My regular one wasn't giving me accurate directions. My phone was much better at it for the most part."

I would be pretty distracted having two GPSs going simultaneously. I could go crosseyed if I had them on either side of the steering wheel!

I joke often that he stays with me because whenever we go shopping together, I can lead him to his car after we're done. What he needs is a phone application that tells him where he has parked. I have one on my phone, but haven't used it.

We are silly together, especially when we're tired. We talked about his experience going to Costco in downtown Montreal, which he found just fine. I always bug him that he never buys me a hot dog from the place.

"Oh, no. Not this conversation again," my guy said with dread.
"You can buy tons of hot dogs there," I said with childlike wonder.
"Hot dogs are bad for you with tons of chemicals," he sang.
"No, they aren't," I replied.
"Yes, they are. Hot dogs should not be consumed by you," he sang some more.
"They are yummy, yummy, yummy!" I sang back at him with my reply.

It made him laugh. I couldn't help but to laugh with him. It's not everyday that you have a singing conversation about hot dogs.

Playful spanking on Dancing with the Stars

Now and again, I will watch parts of Dancing with the Stars. There are some celebrities that I enjoy watching. In the past, it was Erin Andrews and Candace Cameron Bure. They both did pretty well considering that they don't have dancing backgrounds.

Alfonso Ribeiro is an exception. I watched him play Carlton on the Fresh Prince of Bel Air as a teenager. He does have a dancing background, which can be perceived as an advantage over the majority of the celebrities on this show.

I was pleasantly surprised when I heard that Carrie Ann Inaba decided to playfully spank Alfonso for doing a good job after his dance:

10 spanks to the man with the highest score http://t.co/1ywlHePa2K
— Official DWTS (@DancingABC) October 21, 2014

Although where she was lightly slapping his backside is higher that it should be, it was cute. I am not sure whether the viewers enjoyed that or were freaked out.

Of course, the spanking would have been better with his pants and briefs pulled down, but it is a prime time show. =)

Sleeping poorly and being apart

This week, my guy is on a business trip in Montreal. The last time he was there, he had just bought his new car and drove there. This time around, he took a flight out.

We both haven't slept very well. Last night, I was tossing and turning. I eventually stopped looking at the clock at 03:45 and woke up three hours later, just raring to go to work.

My guy wrote to me tonight, saying that he was too tired to talk. He hasn't slept well for the past two nights.

I am not sure whether it is the cooler weather here or the fact that we are apart that is keeping up awake.

My post on Chross's site, voting early, and photos

It is always a pleasant surprise when one of my posts ends up on Chross's Spankings of the Week page. This time makes it number four! My post-analysis of how sore my backside was after my last spanking made it and I am truly flattered!

On Saturday, I voted early for the municipal elections. I tend to vote early because voting day always lands on a weekday and I don't like rushing over to the polling station after work, lining up, and trying to figure out who I want to vote for. 

I have worked at all three levels of governmental elections in my life. By far, the municipal elections are the most enjoyable to be a part of. In my city, the results are automatically tabulated by computer. You  can even vote online. I like lining up and having a ballot to make my candidate selections. 

Next month, I am travelling to Turkey. My passport expires in April, so I need to renew it. It helps to have a passport that is valid for at least six months. I got my passport photo taken today at Costco. I look so different now than I did 4.5 years ago. I definitely like how I look now.

Then, I looked at my photo on my Costco membership card, which was taken thirteen years ago. It is not a flattering picture of me. I looked like a convict and my membership level wasn't quite right, either. As a result, I got that photo retaken. 

It was a productive day. Too bad the passport office isn't open on the weekend. Otherwise, I would have submitted my application by now!

Farewell to the old laptop

Back in 2008, I was a graduate student and completed my degree through distance education. It was the first year in which our chats went from an instant-messaging, text-only discussion to an online video format. 

I had a Mac mini at the time that was one of the earlier models, which could not handle streaming video. So, I was one of the lucky ones who didn't have to turn on the video camera, but could simply participate through the voice chat.

Eventually, for one of my courses, I needed to run software that was Windows-specific. I couldn't run it on a virtual machine on my Mac mini. I caved and bought a laptop that was on sale at Staples.

Well, this laptop finally died on me last week. I ended up with a system error. I didn't even get a glorious blue screen of death. I just kept looking at my black screen of horror.

Okay, it wasn't really a horror. It was more like an inconvenience. I was at a crossroads. Should I attempt to salvage all data on my hard drive and throw out the laptop, or should I save it by getting a new hard drive and reinstalling Windows?

I opted with the former. These days, I can get a faster, more powerful laptop than spending hours trying to fix old technology.

I am not your average technical writing gal. My undergraduate degree was computer science, which was my major. I had friends during those days call me a techie because I fiddled with my computers over the years. I swapped out and upgraded hard disks. I changed sound cards and CD-ROM drives. I upgraded motherboards and added more RAM. 

To this day, I still like doing all these things, but I haven't needed to do it because I became a Mac user at home. I am lucky that I haven't had any issues with it. At work, I have a Windows-based laptop and don't have the luxury of tearing it apart, whether I want to out of frustration or not!

So, last Saturday, I went to my local computer store. I walked through the main doors and was immediately greeted by a helpful male staff member.

"Can I help find something for you?"
"Yes, I'm looking for a hard drive enclosure," I stated.
"This way," he replied, leading me over to the proper aisle. "Computer or laptop?"
"Laptop," I replied. "I need a 2.5" enclosure."

I go to this store because I am not treated like a woman who knows nothing about computers. I get that often. However, after talking to me for a bit, you can tell that I know a decent amount to get by.

He was helpful. I bought my new enclosure, went home, took my laptop apart, and seated my laptop hard drive into the enclosure. I now have a new external hard disk drive with a USB 3.0 connection. All my files are there.

So, my next debate is whether I truly need a replacement laptop. I could use my work laptop, but there is so much encryption on it that it's just sluggish to do fun stuff on it. Fortunately, I am not under any pressure.

After I was done with graduate school, I bought a new Mac mini. It is my main computer at home ever since. The majority of my blog post are written from it and I have yet to complain about its performance.

I will miss my old laptop. My guy and I have spent many fine times talking on Skype. Lately, we both noticed that when I was using Skype on this laptop now and again that the connection would drop because Skype would hang. I do have fond memories of my conversations with him using this laptop. I should stick to using Skype from my phone or my tablet.

Levels of soreness after a spanking

As my guy and I have got to know each other over the years, my guy spanks me a lot harder these days than he used to.

When we started dating, it was cute how tentative and concerned he was about spanking me too hard. Months later, he asked me if he could spank me harder. Since I gave him my approval, he hasn't looked back. Well, he has looked at my backside to admire his work after administering a spanking, but you know what I mean.

The last two spankings that I have received were by far the hardest ones that I have received from him. Normally, the soreness after such a fun spanking session lasts a day or two. The last two spankings have lasted for nearly three days. I liked that feeling of being thoroughly spanked and having that constant reminder when sitting down on a not-so-comfortable chair or bench.

I like playfully whining to my guy after being spanked, days after the fact.

"My bottom is still sore. It is going on to day three," I said to him at lunch the other day.
"Good," he replied, wolfing down his chicken teriyaki on rice. "I like inflicting pain."
"Geez, that sounds pretty sadistic. I have created a pain-inflicting monster!"
"Nah, I just enjoy spanking you hard and seeing your cute bottom turn various shades of pink."

I'm simply glad that he continues to love spanking me.

A hard spanking with a leather silicone paddle at the hotel

This post is part two of my fun evening with my guy at the hotel.

Before my guy kissed me and let me rest as he headed to his computer to teach an online course, he stood next to me, by my bedside, and told me that he was horny. It showed.

My guy's erect penis wanted to come out of his brown slacks. I was relaxed and dopey, but managed to hug my guy while rubbing my right cheek against his member. He liked that a lot.

He walked over to the other side of the bed to hug me some more. He was so aroused that he wanted me to touch his erect cock. He pulled it out of his slacks and briefs.

"You are so hard that I can hang my sweatshirt on you," I remarked. "Who needs a hook when I have you right now."

I held his penis in my right hand and and stroked it with my thumb. My guy loved it. I kissed the tip sweetly. My guy had two minutes before his course. I could tell that he was torn between having me jerk him off, but he managed to put his member back in his pants and do his other job.

I rested for a good half an hour before I got out of bed and managed to walk over to my guy's desk. There was a sofa next to the desk, so I sat there, drank some Diet Coke, and listened to my guy talk.

My guy reached for my chin and lovingly caressed it. He has told me that I have a cute chin. It has been ages since he has caressed it.

As he was talking, he caressed my breasts and played with my hard nipples. We then held hands for a while as he continued to teach his course. Luckily, it was only for an hour.

When he was done with the course, he shut down his laptop and looked at me sweetly.

"What are you doing up?" he asked me. "You should be resting in bed."
"I don't know," I replied. "I wanted to be closer to you."
"Come here," he said, taking both my hands and pulling me up on my feet. 

We headed back to the bed. He lifted up my skirt and gave me a good slap across my right buttock. It was time for my spanking.

My guy was standing behind me, with his body pressed up against me. He gently bent me over the end of the bed, with his body still against mine.

He walked over to get the leather silicone paddle. The anticipation of having a new implement used on my bottom excited me.

He lifted my skirt up and gave me several sharp smacks with the paddle. It was effective. I could feel my butt warming up immediately.

He lowered my lacy panties and continued paddling my bare bottom. At one point, he gave each buttock five rapid slaps across the same spot. It hurt a ton, to the point where my bare hands were clenching by sore backside for a while. He decided to take pictures of my pink bottom.

He lightly tapped both my hands, signalling that I needed to remove them from protecting my achy bottom. He wasn't finished with me. More hard slaps came down. He stopped when he told me that my backside was a pretty shade of pink.

Being the gentleman that he is, my guy pulled up my panties and fixed my skirt. He then gently sat in front of me on the edge of the bed and held my hands in his. I was kneeling in front of him.

"You know what happens now?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I said in a childlike way.
"I think you do," he said playfully, smiling at me and resting his head against mine, which was affectionate and sweet.
"I want to suck you," I replied.
"Why should I let you suck me?" he asked me.
"Because I crave your hard cock. I want it badly."
"Okay, I will let you," he agreed.

I carefully unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and helped him remove both his briefs and slacks. I held his erect member in my hand for a bit. I then had to get the strawberry-flavoured gel.

I came back to him and his penis was starting to get limp. I spread the gel with my fingers around it and proceeded to lick his member, which got hard in my mouth the more I sucked it. We had talked about my giving him a blowjob when his penis is at a limp state and gets harder. It was realized this evening.

I slowly took his big cock out of my mouth, which turned him on so much. He managed to snap photos of my doing that. He truly enjoyed the experience so much that he came in record time. My entire hand was fully coated with his cum.

We rested for a bit before I had enough strength to head over to the bathroom to get towels. I helped clean my guy up. He thanked me. We kissed and rested for a bit.

My guy and I were standing up at one point. We were in an embrace. He caressed my buttocks, which were sore to the touch.

"My bottom hurts," I whined playfully like a little girl.
"I'm sorry," he said, laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked him.
"Because I'm not sorry," he admitted.
"You're a sweet meanie," I replied, hugging him tightly.

Every workday should end with checking into a hotel to be with your loved one

I had one voucher for a free hotel stay left to use by the middle of this month. I decided to use it last Monday.

I found a hotel that was exceptionally close to our workplace. You could actually walk there in less than ten minutes. By car, it was only a three-minute drive.

I left work just before 17:30 and drove down to the hotel. I checked in quickly. The entire process took five minutes. It helps to be an elite member!

As soon as I got to the hotel, I connected to the free wifi and sent a quick message to my guy. He is directionally challenged, so I needed to provide the address with the postal code (he taught me that it's easier to enter the postal or zip code into a GPS than to enter the entire address from scratch), along with the hotel room number.

While waiting for him, I unpacked and freshened up. The hotel room was pretty spacious. I loved the large TV and the kitchenette. I had brought a few snacks with me, including some soup.

The problem whenever I have a kitchen in my hotel room is that I tend to do more cooking than I should. This issue happened to me recently in Denver and Atlantic City. It's okay if I'm in the greater Toronto area, because I am kind of at home. However, if I am travelling, I dig into my sightseeing time by cooking and don't get to truly experience the local cuisine.

The idea tonight was to grab some dinner after my guy and I got together. So, I didn't haul in a ton of groceries to make dinner from scratch.

Anyway, I heard a knock at my door just after 18:00. Of course, I knew who it was and quickly got to the door. As usual, my guy looks handsome as he stood there. He was carrying a lot of stuff with him as he entered the room.

"Wow, you brought your rolling computer bag. Are you planning on working here?" I asked him curiously.
"Well, I have that solve-for-m course," he said, which is the nickname we have dubbed for his online course.
"That means that you're staying here longer?" I asked, fairly excited.
"Yes, we get more time for each other," he said with a huge grin on his face. "I even brought dinner for us."

He's sweet that way.

He plopped all his belongings on the desk. He came over to me and looked me over. I was wearing a short-sleeved blue t-shirt and a short grey skirt.

"You look cute," he said, looking into my eyes.
"You look great yourself," I said.

Our lips locked as we hugged. His hands immediately groped my buttocks. With enough groping, I get so wet to the point where I can reach orgasm. Sure enough, it was an intense one, to the point where I was grabbing onto his belt around his waist as I came.

My guy likes the fact that I can have multiple orgasms. I am lucky that I have still have that knack.

We headed over to one of the two beds in the room. He gently placed me on the bed with him on top of me. We kissed and he fondled my pussy. Minutes later, I came yet again.

I came one last time. He remarked at how wet I was. We kissed some more.

My guy is boyish in the sense that when he gets hungry, he can't concentrate unless he has food in his system. So, we took a break. I was starting to get dopey, so he did all the work with the food that he had brought.

He had made a cucumber and tomato salad. He also made these mini beef pies and lamb with a tomato-based rice mixture. He heated the latter two dishes in the microwave. He also made tea for us.

We are similar in that we like cooking. We actually used two forks to dig into the beef pies, lamb, and rice. It was sweet and romantic, even though the kitchen had plenty of dishes.

After dinner, we headed back to the bed and cuddled for a bit. He saw the black silicone paddle by my bedside and took it out of the plastic wrapping. He liked it. He playfully lifted my skirt and lightly spanked my pussy.

"I like this paddle," he said, enjoying how it felt in his hand. "I will use it on your bare bottom after my course."

He played with my pussy some more. I was even more excited after his remark about spanking me. I came again. I then rested on the bed to nap. My guy kissed me before he headed to the desk to begin his online course.

The second part of this experience will be in my next blog post. Happy Thanksgiving!

Understanding Google+ and rubbing my pink bottom

This post is one with mixed content. It wasn't the post that I had meant to write. I still need to share my spanking fun from last Monday.

I have a Google+ account because it makes it easier to use Blogger. I am on social media, with Facebook and Twitter being my main accounts under my real name. However, with Google+, I have never truly understood it.

Well, I am not sure if it's a question of understanding it. I don't think that I need to belong to so many social networks.

With Google+, I decided to use it more as Cutiebootie. All I have done is posted links to this blog. So, whenever I have created a new blog post here, I will add the link to my Google+ page.

In case you are an avid user there, feel free to visit my Google+ page. I haven't done much with my page, so it's pretty basic for now.

My profile photo is indeed a picture of my backside after my guy had spanked it, but it was hours after the fact. As a result, the redness is long gone. He got me the purple panties that I am wearing when he was in Dallas on a business trip. Purple happens to be my favourite colour.

I wrote about my last spanking experience a couple of posts ago. I forgot to mention that after getting thoroughly spanked by my guy, he caressed my bare, sore buttocks for a minute. His touch felt so good, attempting to soothe my well-spanked backside. It's such an intimate, wonderful feeling to have your spanker make you feel better after the session is over.

My next post will definitely be about last Monday. I have time to write about it since this weekend is the Thanksgiving long weekend here in Canada.

A sweet review of the girl with the naughty name's blog (that is, my blog)

It seems like a long time. Then again, this year is blowing by too quickly for my liking.

Back in June, I participated in my first blogging challenge. Each day, you choose a topic to write about and your topic goes through each letter of the alphabet. I knew that it would be difficult for me to accomplish, considering that I had a major deadline that month at work and that I haven't blogged that regularly in years.

Although I thought that I would be going through a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and nervous breakdowns, I survived. I felt good that I had accomplished something important. I also managed to find a number of blogs that I love following.

I wish that I could read a blog from start until finish. I was lucky to have found Han's blog. He has a good mix of post topics. Variety is good. I appreciate his hand at writing poetry and quoting poems from some of my favourite poets, such as Ogden Nash. He also posts intriguing photos that end up being etched in my memory for quite some time. I admire that he participates in far more blog challenges that I have.

We found each other's blogs through this challenge in June. I was flattered one day, a few weeks back, when he left me a message, saying that he was striving to read every post that I have written.

I used to do that with this blog. I have been told that I have a good memory. I am also a reflective person, so reading and reminiscing aren't unusual tasks for me.

I haven't read my older blog posts for a while. It is mainly because this blog can be divided into two distinct sections:

• My life as a married woman, which crumbled and I finally managed to end my marriage after years of knowing that it had a number of issues that could not be resolved.
• My life these days with my guy.

A few days ago, Han left me a message, stating that he wanted to write a post on his blog about mine. Reviews are both exciting and frightening to me. It's nice that someone loves reading every post that you write and comments regularly. On the other hand, it's the I-don't-know-what-he-is-going-to-say and I-may-not-enjoy-blogging-if-the-comments-are-negative feelings that I had. He reassured me by letting me read his draft. He also wanted to make sure that I was okay with the content.

His insight gave me insight on my life, which is refreshing. I could tear people to shreds. I have been through a bunch of negative experiences. I could let them all out on this blog, but it's just not me.

I am a writer by trade. This blog is an outlet for me. I don't talk about my love for spanking to anyone but those who are close to me, so I do just that on my blog. I am connected to people in the blogosphere who share the same passion as I do. These days, I am spanked more than dishing spankings out. It is an ongoing, exciting journey for me. I want to share these experiences, which has not changed since I started my blog.

And, yes, it took one reader who was upset that I wasn't customizing my blog post for his liking that made me review all comments here prior to publishing them. As much as I love readers following along, I do blog for myself first. It's just sweeter when readers enjoy what I blog about, too.

So, thanks again to Han for taking the time to read practically all my blog posts by now. Thanks to you, my readers, for your support. 

I am approaching 500 posts. Han made the observation that I have been blogging on and off for nine years. Wow! There are some rather large periods of my being away -- mainly from my divorce, from back surgery, and from my master's degree. Each blog post is a snapshot of a moment in my life, similar to taking a photo. I wouldn't delete any of these snapshots, whether good or nasty.

Perhaps I should go back and read my blog posts and see how far I have come.

Thanks,

Cutiebootie (a.k.a. the girl with the naughty name)

Over-the-hotel-bed spanking with his hand and a wooden ruler

The hotel bed was high for the both of us, but it was the perfect height for me to bend over the edge it to present my posterior.

My guy carefully raised my short skirt up. He sucked in his breathe for a moment.

"You have the most perfect butt. I love the black panties."

He wanted me to unlock my phone to take pictures. I did it and handed my phone to him. There was a decent pause as he fiddled with it. I was getting anxious. I was excited, but didn't know when the first smack would land.

Well, the first smack landed on my bare flesh. My lacy black panties aren't exactly the type to absorb firm hand smacks, but he chose to slap my exposed bare skin. We both heard how crisp and clean the smack sounded. It was hard. It was good.

He proceeded alternating hard smacks on each cheek. It was nice. I was aroused.

My guy decided to pull down my panties. I attempted to pull them up. He didn't like that and gave me some quick smacks to show his disapproval. He pulled my panties down my mid-thighs. He continued smacking me some more. I could feel the warmth slowly happening.

My guy stopped. I could hear him looking for the wooden ruler that I had left in front of the TV.

"I need you to fix the camera (on your phone)," he said, handing it to me.
"What did you do?" I said, looking at the display. He slapped my right cheek.
"Fix it now," he demanded, which was punctuated by another slap across my bare left cheek.
"That hurts! I can't concentrate if you keep spanking me."
"Faster!" he insisted, continuing the assault on my backside. 

I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked me.
"You are the one who can't figure out my phone. Yet, I am the one who is being punished. That's so unfair!"

I managed to fix the phone. He started slapping my bare behind methodically with the wooden ruler. They were hard slaps and I could feel the soreness. I started to whine. He told me to stop talking, ending his sentence with another ruler slap.

At one point, I covered my hand over my left buttock. My guy held his left hand in mine, but continued to spank me. I got a hold of his spanking hand with my free hand. He managed to hold that hand behind the small of my back and gave me a good hard smack, which got me extremely excited.

He rested his body over mind. He whispered in my ear that I was a bad girl. He playfully slapped my right cheek.

I was wet. Drenched is more accurate. My guy liked how pink by bottom was and admired his fine work. He decided that the time was right to pleasure me. I came not once, but twice. Both experiences were wonderful.

The second orgasm occurred when I was on the bed on all fours. Afterwards, I ended up resting on my stomach and started to roll over to my side.

"No, I didn't tell you to roll over!" he shouted, and gave both sore, bare cheeks firm slaps. "I need to do this."

He is a true gentleman. He pulled my black lacy panties up and fixed my skirt.

"Aww, you're so sweet!"

He was still standing at the foot of the bed. I went over to him, sitting on my sore pink bottom, hugging him and telling him that I love him. He did the same, holding me in his arms and kissing my forehead.

I have always found it bizarre that my guy and I are in the IT field, but he is technologically challenged. Unfortunately, none of the photos that he took of my pert posterior made it to my phone.

Not to worry about these tragic results. The second session has been scheduled.