Backside compliments

My guy and I have been chatting up a storm on Skype these days. He returns home this weekend -- next Tuesday evening, to be precise.

On the weekend, my guy remarked how rainy and cool the weather tends to be in New Zealand. He didn't want to go out.

"It's too cold for me to walk around and freeze my little buns off," he explained.
"They are cute ones, too," I replied.

He liked that comment. He does have a nice butt. I love groping it, especially when we are in the heat of the moment. It turns me on.

Before my guy went on his business trip, we had quality time together. He had spanked me with a flat wooden ruler and we both enjoyed it immensely. It was the first time in which he took photos of my backside.

We share our photos on a private, shared site (no, not iCloud, although I do like Apple products). Anyway, we found out that the folder that I had created holds a maximum of 500 photos.

"What happened to all those photos of your bare bottom that I slapped hard with the ruler?" he asked me.
"I uploaded them all. You don't see them?"
"Nope," he replied.

So, a day later, I created another folder and uploaded the remaining photos of my bare, sore, pink posterior.

"I love looking at your bare butt. I love it. It's cute."
"Really? I'm glad that you do. I know that you enjoy spanking me, so you must."
"I do a lot."

We are the couple with cute bottoms.

Punishment moments after landing?

My guy and I have spent some decent time this past weekend talking on Skype. We miss each other. It showed the first night when we talked for nearly three hours.

He got me off that evening. Afterwards, he continued making me long for him.

"When I get off the plane and see you, the first thing I want to do is spank you."
"Wouldn't you want to hug and kiss me first?" I asked him innocently.
"Of course," he pondered. "But, I want to spank you hard on your bare bottom and punish you for being such a bad girl."
"I'm not a bad girl!" I protested.
"Sure, you are! You are never a good girl and you always need to be punished."

It's pretty romantic to a girl whose backside needs a good spanking. I enjoy our banter. It's sweet.

Early morning text chat to address my guy's horniness

My guy and I have an 18-hour time difference these days. It can be tough finding a decent time to chat, but we make the best of it.

I got up at my usual time, 06:40, on Friday morning. Six minutes later, I received a Skype message from my guy (MG).

MG: Are you up yet?
Me: Hey, I just woke up!
MG: Hey, babe. I know you're an earlybird. Not sure if you're up for a chat.
Me: I'd sound very sleepy!
MG: I'm hard and wish you were here.

It was a first for us. We got him off by text only. It is easier to talk dirty, but I think that my groggy morning voice would have had the opposite effect! He loved this new experience to get him off.

We both agreed when we chatted the next day that we should give it a try again, but to get me off instead.

It was a nice way to end his workday and kick off his weekend. For me, I was happy that he was happy and it was a great start to my workday.

Timezones and a timely smack

My guy is in New Zealand on business for a couple of weeks. He has nearly been there for a week. Let's just say that the time difference is a pain.

When I was in New Orleans, when it was midnight for me, it was still a decent time for both of us to chat. On Wednesday night, he started a conversation with me at 01:30. By the time we were done an hour later, I was exceptionally sleepy.

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy and I spent a bit of time after work together. He asked that I meet him in a conference room. I did. I wasn't expecting any quality time, but he has subtle ways to hint that he wanted me to be satisfied before he would leave for his trip.

We were about to leave and I was putting the TV remote (yes, we have huge flat-screen TVs in our conference rooms) in its holder behind the TV set. He came over and groped my backside, followed by rubbing my crotch area. Yes, he is subtle! I was instantly aroused.

Moments later, he groped my left breast, followed by giving my right buttock a smack. I told him that I was horny now. He liked the response. He told me that he wanted to pleasure me in the treehouse, which made me happy. We hugged and kissed in the conference room before we left.

We drove into the underground parking lot at work. We went into his car and made out for a bit before me made me reach orgasm. Although this session was considered a quick one, it was enjoyable, as is always the case when we are together.

He told me that we'd talk on Skype while he was away. He has held his promise. We have been talking almost daily, which has helped a lot.

Summer Spanks... we have a winner!

Hello, everyone! I am back from my wonderful, humidity-filled trip to New Orleans. It was wonderful.

I ate a lot of local fare. I thought that I would gain a ton of weight, but it helped that I didn't rent a car. I stayed downtown, so I forced myself to walk more and to take the streetcar.

I am tired, though. Monday was my first day back at work and there was a lot of work waiting for me. Ah, the joys of taking vacation. The work piles up.

Anyway, I am late with announcing who has won the $25 CAD Starbucks card that I had for Summer Spanks. I enjoyed participating. It was a lot of fun! Unfortunately, I had issues with the scheduler. It just goes to show you that clicking the Publish button is more reliable.

Congratulations to Kristin Elyon, who will be getting the e-version of a Starbucks card soon! I will send it to you when I am not as sleepy as I currently am.

Thanks to everyone who participated and to the fine folks who organized this fun writing event. Thanks for having me!

I hope to get back to writing post regularly. I have unpacked, but I still feel like I'm in vacation mode!

Spanking postcard

On Monday, I visited the National World War II Museum. It has recently opened and it is within walking distance from my hotel.

I had thought that I would spend half my day at the museum and then spend the other half at the outlet mall, which is also within walking distance. Well, that didn't happen. I spent practically my entire day at the museum. I would definitely recommend visiting it if you are a history fan, appreciate the sacrifices that those who fought in such a long, tragic war did, and want to see the amazing Boeing planes during this war. I spent two hours alone on the Normandy exhibit.

My feet ache right now, but they are feeling much better after all resting them for a bit before going out for dinner. It was well worth the visit.

In the Pearl Harbour exhibit, I snapped this fine postcard, which depicts Uncle Sam spanking a Japanese boy.

If this postcard were in the gift shop, I would have purchased it immediately. It's not every day that you can buy a postcard with a spanked red bottom on it, let alone see one at a museum, right?

A brief note that I'm on vacation this week

Hello, everyone! This post is a short note to say that I am on vacation.

I am in New Orleans (I got here on Saturday) and am enjoying my stay so far. It is insanely humid here, which is why I decided to hibernate a bit earlier tonight in my hotel room.

I spent today in the French Quarter and French Market. I also managed to do a three-hour bus tour, shop, and quickly visit the food court of the outlet mall that is a short walk from the hotel.

Thanks to everyone's comments to my previous post. I have had issues logging into my Google account. I couldn't yesterday, but managed to right now.

I hope to at least keep in touch a couple of times this week. There are plenty of stories to tell!

Take care,
Cutiebootie

Spanking after fun creates even more fun

On Labour Day, in the treehouse, my guy and I had quality time. At one stage, my guy asked me to lie on my back. I was playfully being a disobedient little girl.

"No!" I exclaimed.
"Lie on your back!" my guy commanded, playing the stern mean guy in this scenario.
"No, I don't want to."
"I'm going to have to spank you," he threatened.
"You're just all talk," I said back to him.

He smacked the right side of my hip a couple of times. Eventually, he pulled me away from being in a sitting position and played with me until I came.

I reciprocated by giving my guy a handjob with my bare leg rubbing against his balls. It was strange that about twenty geese came towards my car before they waddled off.

We were dopey, relaxed, and content afterwards, cuddling up next to each other. My guy then complained about the air conditioning in the car. He gets cold easily. I am the complete reverse. He went to turn the air conditioning down.

"Hey, it's my car. You can't do that!" I said to him.
"Sure, I can. I'm cold!" he exclaimed.
"I should kick you out of my car," I said to him.
"You need a stern spanking," he replied.
"You're too dopey to spank me," I pointed out.
"You're right," he agreed. "But, I can spank you with that wooden ruler that you have in your car."

I stretched over to the glove compartment of my car to get the wooden ruler. I gave it to him.

"Assume the position," he said to me. 

My position? I wasn't the backseat of my car, kneeling away from him, with my skirted backside facing him.

He first smacked me with my skirt covering my bottom. After several slaps, he lifted my skirt up and continued my punishment over my lacy black panties.

He pulled my panties down, exposing my bare butt.

"You can't do that!" I protested, and pulled them back up.

My guy lightly tapped my left hand, making me put it away from protecting my backside. He pulled my panties down to my knees and slapped my bare buttocks often, hard, and in the same location. He commented on how red my buttocks were.

Towards the end of my spanking, he was singing and slapping away to the song. At one point, we looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was great having a sore bottom and a good laugh.

He held me. He managed to snap some pictures of the damage. They turned out nicely.

"You had [that spanking] coming," he said as he held me in his arms.

It truly feels like summer, although Labour Day has arrived.
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This post is a part of Summer Spanks: Last Flings or Lessons Learned. I am offering a $25 CAD Starbucks gift card, so please comment away!

A Labour Day of love and affection

My guy had to work the Labour Day holiday. He had sent me an e-mail, asking if I wanted to meet him after work.

I will back up a bit. On Thursday, we were both not at our best. My guy was starting to feel sick. I was upset at him for not keeping me in the loop with what was going on with him. He apologized, but I still didn't feel like my content self.

Well, he tried his hardest to make things better. I parked in the underground parking lot of our new office. We had moved there last week. I was wearing a light green blouse and a grey skirt. My guy opened the passenger-side door and loved my outfit.

We got into the treehouse. He handed me a small bag. He was a bearer of gifts. He got me a Magic Mount Window. I was thrilled.

"Thank you," I said, wanting to rip open the packaging.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, judging by the huge smile on my face.
"Well, you are technically my Magic Mount. You magically mount me often."

We both laughed. He literally had to tear the gift out of my hands. He also wouldn't let me open the other gifts that he had from his travels to India.

"You're mean. Why won't you let me look at them?"
"Because I want you to look at the other gifts that I have for you," he said to me.
"Sounds good," I said.
"I love you."

He wouldn't let me respond. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. It felt good to hold him. It also felt nice that he was touching my bare thighs.

I try to make his working a holiday to be more bearable. It worked out nicely.

Simulated blowjob and photo shoots

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