Coughing and learning how to drive a manual car

I am trying to get rid of a nagging cough. It comes complete with congestion and mucus. Oh, what fun!

On a good note, I had my first stick shift driving lesson the other day. I told my guy about it. He has a manual transmission car, but won't let me drive it because it is his baby. I tease him about it all the time, which is fun.

I told him that I hope that I don't forget what I have learned. Otherwise, I will have to practice on his other stiff... um, stick shift.

It's fun being bad, which plants a nice seed for receiving a spanking.

Old and new treehouse memories with a sore bottom

The other day, my guy broke the news that he finally sold his old car (a.k.a the original treehouse). Naturally, we have fond memories of spending quality time and driving to various places in it.

The last time I saw his old car was a couple of weeks ago. After receiving a decent spanking from him in my car, we cuddled for a bit before heading our separate ways.

My guy had parked in front of the office building. I passed by him, rolling my window down on a 10°C evening, which was unseasonably warm.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him.
"Yes, I'm going upstairs to drop off some training manuals," he advised, holding a couple of them in one hand.
"Okay," I said. "Hey, did you drop something?"
"Yes," he said, bending down to fetch a coin. "It's a Turkish Lira," he observed, handing it to me.
"You don't want to keep it?" I asked him.
"It's for you," he said sweetly, knowing that I collect coins like he does.
"Thanks," I said.
"You know, you have amazing legs," he said, admiring my bare legs showing under my short blue skirt.
"You're sweet," I said, reaching over to hold and squeeze his hand.

He went ahead and kissed my hand. We then said goodnight as I slowly drove away with a sore bottom.

Being Ms. Green and potentially being fondled

I had a chat with my guy the other day. I was talking about finding another job, as my current one isn't advancing my career.

"I need to find something that I like doing," I said to him.
"Of course. That makes perfect sense," my guy agreed.
"I should work at M&M's World. I'd be so happy," I said.
"Yes, but you may get a sugar high from all those candies," he warned.
"I can dress up as one of the M&M's characters. I can be Ms. Green. I can gain weight around my belly and no one will notice with my green circular costume on. Folks would only see my legs and arms," I advised.
"I'd love to see your legs in that costume," my guy admitted.
"It must get hot in that costume in the summer, though. Maybe I need to be naked in it."
"I'd love that!" my guy said with excitement. "I would casually reach into the side of your costume and play with you."

It's amazing how nakedness excites my guy. It's also fun being in a costume. I know what I am dressing up as for Halloween next year.

Merry Christmas!

I'd like to wish you and yours a happy, joyous Christmas! Thanks for stopping by and reading my post. I appreciate it immensely.

Here's to more blog posts -- whether I am having a spanking-good time or just writing about whatever topic comes to mind.

All the best,
Cutiebootie

The verdict is in... bamboo underwear rules!

I had mentioned in a previous post that I gave my guy a pair of bamboo underwear as one of his Christmas gifts this year. The pair is a combination of being a comfy pair of boxers and briefs all rolled into one.

My guy wore them last week. He calls them shorts. Here is his quick review:

I wore the shorts. The thing feels heavenly. So soft and comfy. I'm thinking I should throw away all the ones I have and stock up on bamboo shorts! Thanks a ton for this awesome gift!

He approves. Yay!

One of these days, I will order bamboo panties for me. Bamboo is a wonderful fabric that feels great on the skin. I have bamboo leggings, and they feel luxurious and comfortable.

Last day at work before Christmas vacation and getting a hug for being who I am

As crazy as work has been, especially since the defensive writer quit back in early November and I have had to take over her work while ditching many of the lead tasks that I did, I am finally on vacation. I go back in early January of next year.

There are times when a couple of writers make me feel small because they do not include me when it comes to lunch and such. It hurt, at first. I am over it now. I have come to realize that I am not missing out on much. It makes me frustrated when I see them goofing off as the rest of us are slaving away at our desks.

Tuesday was special. It wasn't just my last day of work before my vacation. It was the last day working with a co-op student who joined us in early October. I have been guiding her through various tasks since then.

Last Friday, we had our Christmas lunch. I was so thrilled when she won a prize. Our team never wins anything. Sure, for a twenty-year-old young woman, getting a home surveillance system isn't exactly exciting, but she is gifting it to her boyfriend, so it all works out.

Anyway, I asked my manager whether we would be having a farewell lunch for her. He said that our team lunch last Thursday was it. I wasn't thrilled about it. So, on Tuesday, I took her out for lunch.

The problem? My manager had stacked up interviews to hire a new co-op from 11:00 am to noon, and then from 1:30 pm till the end of the day. I really wanted to do lunch with the co-op. Luckily, the afternoon interviews didn't pan out, so lunch was on.

It's unfortunate, of course, that my workload will continue being stacked. Then again, I am on vacation, so I don't care much right now.

The co-op has a week left before she is done working with us. She has been delightful and I will miss her. She was kind to thank me for treating her to lunch. It was the least that I could do. I took her to a Polish restaurant by work. It's like a cafeteria, except that all the food there is homemade, such as perogies and chicken schnitzel. And, it's a restaurant with plenty of tables in a cozy setting. We both went with the rather large cabbage roll. She loved it. It reminded her of the cabbage rolls that her grandma makes. I did, too.

We chatted for 1.5 hours. We learned so much about each other. We are similar. Of course, I am twice her age. As an example, we both don't have any siblings. Yet, we are perfectly fine with the friends and family that we have. 

She had to leave an hour earlier than she normally does for a dentist's appointment. It was unexpected, but she came over to where I was sitting and hugged me.

I am obviously doing something right. It's nice to get that acknowledgement when you least expect it.

Early Christmas gift exchange

My guy and I exchanged Christmas gifts early this year, as we both will be spending time with our respective families. At least we can still talk and communicate over the holidays, so that's pretty good in my books.

I got my guy a few goodies, which he loved:

• An LED light on a keychain, with a phone screen cleaner on the light.
• A magical wallet. You place your cash in it, flip it, and your cash is automatically secure within the elastic straps. I did a brief demo with his $5 USD bill. He was amazed!
• Honey ginger lime soy beans that are roasted and are delicious. He loves honey and ginger. We'll see if he likes the lime part.
• A Jam bluetooth speaker in blackberry.
• A pair of bamboo underwear. He's geeky, so I got him a smarty pants pair. 

The underwear came in a Chinese takeout container. It was perfect, as my guy is an honourary Chinese guy.

He got me some wonderful gifts:

• An electric pressure cooker.
• A moose ceramic coin bank from Seattle, with Washington across the moose's backside.
• A chocolate brown M&M's tin that looks classy. Inside the tin are chocolate M&M's.

My guy is thoughtful, even though he always thinks that his gifts aren't great. I love them. They came in a penguin-themed gift bag. I love penguins. He knows that I do. He's sweet that way.

Hair knowledge and a sweet compliment

In a recent Skype call, my guy was concerned that his hair was falling out more rapidly than he wanted. My guy has a small bald patch, but he has a decent head of hair.

I told my guy that hair grows in cycles and that shedding does happen. It's a question of whether it will grow back. I am hoping that it's just the regular hair growth cycle.

I went through losing a lot of hair in the past. When my mom suffered a stroke, I lost a good chunk of my hair. I felt embarrassed having bald patches. Eventually, most of it grew back after six to eight months. It's not perfect to this day, but I am thankful that I still have a decent head of hair.

"You didn't realize that I knew so much about hair," I told my guy at the end of our conversation.
"That's what happens when I date someone smart," he said.

Cue the sweetness music!

Dropping his glasses and pulling down my panties

Last Saturday, my guy returned from his two-week trip to Seattle. We decided to meet at work in the parking lot.

For once, we both timed it perfectly. I got there by 16:00. My guy's taxi dropped him off at his car about five minutes later.

My guy came over to my car. He looked happy and even more attractive to me. He opened the passenger-side door to adjust the seat forward. I caressed his head, running my fingers through his soft, curly hair. He liked that.

I felt like I was a school girl. I wore a skirt and a sweater with a wider crew neck than normal. My guy liked my outfit, too.

We held hands. As always, his hands were freezing cold. I held them until they warmed up. He insisted on spanking my bare butt to warm them up. The spanking came a bit later.

My guy took his glasses off and placed them on the armrest in front of us. We kissed and hugged. It seemed like ages since we did. I missed his soft lips against mine. I told him so. He felt the same way about mine.

He caressed my bare legs. He then found my panties and pulled them down. He proceeded to pleasure me. I was so wet that you could visibly see the large wet patches on the gusset. Needless to say, I reached orgasm pretty quickly.

During this phase of our treehouse time, my guy knocked his glasses over. I felt like we were playing Twister. My legs were intertwined with his. He went to look for his glasses around. He couldn't find them. Instead, he found my bare left hip and kissed it.

Eventually, we both managed to shift our positions a bit more. His glasses had fallen into the front seat.

Of course, I had my fair share of fun. I accidentally pressed the automatic window button, so it came down. I fixed that a few seconds later.

It's never a dull moment with us. It's fun that way.

Lunch date before my guy's flight

Over a couple of weeks ago, I had my first discussion with my boss about how I tend to be the reliable one on the team. When someone is in a jam, I am the one who ends up bailing that person out.

However, when I asked the team whether they could share a task that I have been doing for over five years, I got nothing. Figures.

This whole conversation, along with taking on more tasks because we are short-staffed, made me feel depressed. I told my guy that. He didn't like seeing me sad.

He was his typical sweet self. He wanted to cheer me up by taking me out for lunch before his flight to Seattle. I said yes without hesitation. We would be dining at our old hangout -- the Chinese restaurant by our old office building.

My guy and I both got there early and at roughly the same time. He looked good in his blue wool sweater. He was once again proving that he was my woolly mammoth.

Staff there are always nice and welcoming. I had finally written a review on Yelp after eating there for four years. The server thanked me for such a nice review. It was the least I could do. I also love eating there, as does my guy.

My guy and I both went with spicy dishes. He went with spicy beef. I went with spicy chicken. The food was consistent and yummy. We had a nice time chatting. It was nice being back that our favourite Chinese restaurant.

I asked my guy whether he needed a lift to the airport. He asked if I was okay with it. I was. He was happy to kiss this cab driver.

Naturally, my guy wanted me to lead us from the restaurant to our office. He is directionally challenged. He also admitted that he "likes following me," but not in a stalker way.

We got to the office and loaded my car up with his training materials and suitcase. We then held hands, laughed, and chatted as I drove him to the airport.

Once parked at the terminal area, I attempted to unload his lighter belongings from my car. He looked at me with his just-stand-there-and-look-cute-or-I-will-spank-you-hear look. He is protective of me and does not want me to do something crazy with my back. Instead, I watched him put all his stuff on a cart.

We hugged and kissed. He whispered that he'd call me soon. We then waved and I saw him walk into the terminal.

Pubic hair and oral sex

Several months ago, I explored the idea of trimming my pubic hair. For years, I have let it grow. My guy didn't mind it, but I felt like I needed a change.

I am still trimming it. It's actually therapeutic. My pubic hair doesn't grow so rapidly that I need to shave it weekly. I use nail clippers with the rounded ends. They are safe and they do a good job.

A few weeks ago, my guy observed how nicely trimmed I was down there. It was a first for both of us, but he actually went down on me because he loved the handy work that I had done. His tongue and lips played with my clit. They felt incredibly good. I can't compare the sensation to anything! The orgasm was intense and wonderful.

I loved it and told him so. He liked it, too.

Just when you think that you know each other well, you realize there are a ton of fun times to enjoy and explore.

Change is coming professionally, with my guy being his supportive self

My guy has been in Seattle on business for a couple of weeks. We have been talking on Skype every single evening except for last Wednesday. He fell asleep in front of TV and didn't wake up until 03:30 my time.

Friday was not a good day for me at work. As far as my workload goes, it is worse now than it was in January. I told my manager that I am tired of doing the same work for over five years and that I am always the one who ends up bailing everyone else. Sure, my pace to complete my work is faster than my colleagues. However, I should not have to bear the burden of having more work because of my faster pace.

Yes, it sucks that a writer quit and I have to fill in this gap. It is sad that I am no longer doing lead writing duties. My career is stagnant.

I told my boss that it's time for me to find another job. He can't help me develop my career goals. The company isn't backfilling the departed writer's position.

I asked my guy whether he could let his boss know that I'd be interested in doing what my guy does. My guy didn't hesitate. He feels that I would be fine, because I am articulate, I know the products, and that I wrote the documentation to show folks how to use them. It would also mean that we'd work in the same department again if this career change happens.

As bittersweet as it is to turn away from writing, my current predicament is the push that I need to do something different with my career.

My guy was supportive on Friday night. He told me not to worry -- that I always manage to get out of stressful situations and handle them well. He also said that the company has plenty of room for me to find another position that I truly love.

He came back home on Saturday. It was wonderful seeing him again. Being in his arms, kissing his sweet lips, knowing that he loves me, and getting a fun spanking meant a lot.

The silliest spanking = the hardest one received to date

A few Fridays ago, my guy and I had quality time in our treehouse. As of late, we have thought about renaming the backseat of my car from our treehouse to the lounge. My guy has lounge access when he travels, so we have tossed around the name. However, we still call it the treehouse.

Anyway, my guy thought that I needed a good spanking, simply because I am his bad girl. I played the part of the reluctant girl. He had to tug me across his lap. Before I was comfortable over it, he gave me a smack across my backside.

"You're such a bad girl," he said to me, giving me a couple of smacks across my backside once I was over his knee.
"I have told you many times that I am a good girl," I replied.
"No, you're not," he said, giving me a hard smack after each syllable.
"Yes, I am," I insisted.
"No, you are a bad girl," he said, continuing to smack each buttock after he saying each syllable.
"You're funny!" I said, bursting out in laugher.
"Why are you laughing during your spanking?" he asked me.
"Because you are almost chanting as you spank me," I said.
"You think so?" he said, continuing a smack after saying each word.
"Give me a B! B! Give me an A! A! Give me a D! D! What does that spell? BAD!" I said.

We both started to laugh. Of course, we repeated that cheer, which led to more smacks with his hard and more soreness for my butt.

This spanking was a lot of fun for both of us. The downside is that I laughed so much that I didn't realize how hard he was spanking me until afterwards. The soreness lasted for three days. It was impressive.

I told my guy that outcome a few days later.

"Good," he said unsympathetically. "You deserved every hard smack I gave you."
"You're Mr. Meanie! It was one of the best spankings you have ever given me."

He gets better and better as my sweet disciplinarian.

Cheeky butt-drumming video

A few days ago, I saw this video on my Facebook feed. It's nice that it's also a cheeky Canadian video:

This video is to draw awareness of colon cancer. It has certainly made me more aware. It just so happens that this video does it in a fun way. Thanks, Colon Cancer Canada!

Christmas gift ideas - a spanking-good one!

Hello there! It has been a few days since I last posted. All is well.

My guy is in Seattle for a couple of weeks. So, when we chat, it tends to be when I normally blog. It is the main reason why I have been quiet lately. I hope to get some posts in during off-chatting hours!

Over a week ago, my guy asked me what I wanted for Christmas. He finds it easier to ask me what I want these days. I don't mind it at all.

"I want you for Christmas, wrapped in a bow," I replied.
"You're so sweet," my guy replied.
"Well, we can't put the bow around your member, because if it expands, that could pose a problem. I could use a rubber band instead," I teased.
"Yes, let's not do that. What would you like, though?" my guy pressed.
"A spanking," I said without hesitation.
"That's a given," my guy said, smiling at me.

Spanking is a gift that he keeps on giving that I like to receive throughout the year.

A doll that looks like my guy to cuddle up to

In a conversation with my guy yesterday, I brought up the idea of having a doll version of my guy. Sometimes, I miss him so much that it would be nice to cuddle up next to such a plush doll. It wouldn't be for sexual pleasure, so I'm not even thinking about a blow-up doll. 

"The doll needs to have a uniform head like yours," I indicated.
"Which version of me would you have? The shaved head version or the one with hair?" my guy asked curiously.
"Both," I replied. "By default, the doll would have a clean-shaven head. If I want hair on your mini-you, I could put hair on top. If I wanted it off, I would rip off the velcro hair."

My guy liked the idea, except when I simulated the sound of quickly removing the velcro hair from his doll's head.

Obviously, I need to think this idea through some more before I make a prototype!

Turkish delight and walnuts

My guy recently returned from Cairo. He is a thoughtful, sweet guy. He tends to bring me a souvenir back from his travels.

He brought me Turkish delight, but the Egyptian version. It's basically a long cylindrical piece of Turkish delight, with whole walnuts inside.

On Thursday, my guy came into work at roughly the same time as I did. It shocked me. I tend to get to the office sooner than he does. He was obviously still adjusting to the time difference. I was obviously still waking up.

We both have rolling laptop bags. We rolled them into the elevator.

"The Turkish Egyptian delight is delightful," I said to my guy. "It reminds me of your member when it's happy."
"I'm glad you like it," my guy said, laughing.
"The walnuts are so fresh. So are yours," I said in a cheeky way.

Last week, I was working from various meeting rooms on the second floor of our office building. My guy was on the third, so we wished each other a good day when I was about to leave the elevator. Of course, we'd be having lunch together in a few hours. Still, he blew me a kiss before the elevators closed.

His sweetness never goes unnoticed.

Directions, lunch, and woolly mammoth

On Thursday, my guy (MG) let me know on our corporate instant messaging application that he was ready to go our for lunch.

MG: Hey
Me: Hey, WM. Ready for lunch?
MG: Yes, you?
Me: Yep. Meet you downstairs.
MG: See you soon!

I got into an elevator with roughly eleven other people. I was the last one in and the first one out. Seconds later, my guy walked out of another elevator all by himself. Ah, the luck!

We walked to his car. I asked him where he had parked. He pointed west, but he was standing right in front of his car. I couldn't help but laugh, which was probably a good reason for him to spank me soon.

He drove us to our usual restaurant for lunch, with us holding hands along the way. He parked and we walked over to the restaurant, which wasn't too busy.

We sat down.

"My bottom doesn't hurt sitting on this wooden chair anymore," I stated factually.
"That's not good," my guy said.

We looked at the menu and placed our orders. We got free calendars, which was a nice touch.

"What does WM stand for?" my guy asked me curiously.
"Woolly Mammoth," I replied, which made him nod and smile.

My guy was wearing a blue wool sweater. He is indeed my woolly mammoth.

My guy and his quest to find his car daily

My guy is pretty good at practically everything that he does. Naturally, there are exceptions to everything. In his case, he is horrible at directions and finding where he parked his car.

I tend to cringe whenever we go to the parking lot at work. He is kind to offer to drive, but he often does not know where he parked his car.

Monday's issue was my guy figuring out whether he had parked in the lower lot or the top one. We started going upstairs and it clicked that he had parked downstairs.

The rest of the week, he got the parking lot level correct. The specific part of the lot was problematic.

On Tuesday, I asked where he had parked. He stopped and told me that he had parked "somewhere over there." I basically rested my forehead against his back and told him that we'd never have lunch. He laughed. He went with pressing the lock button on his car's remote and guided us to the sound of his car.

Thursday was amusing. I asked him where he had parked. He stood there, pointed where he thought he had parked, but he was standing right in front of his car.

I have mentioned various phone apps to him where you can save your parking location and easily find it when you need it. I will need to convince my guy to give at least one of them a try. I can't have him walk aimlessly around a large mall now that the Christmas shopping season is in full gear.

Quality time after work - part 2

As nice as it was resting in my guy's arms after he had made me reach orgasm, I wanted to be spanked.

"Come across my lap," my guy stated in my ear.
"But, I want to sleep," I said.
"You can sleep after I have spanked you," he replied, as I went over his knee.
"Will this spanking hurt?" I asked him playfully.
"Of course, it will," he stated factually.

The punishment began. He had lifted my skirt and my black lacy panties were already down my ankles. He spanked each buttock hard with his bare hand. He said that I was a bad girl who has escaped a sound spanking for a while.

"But, I'm a good girl," I protested, as he continued giving each buttock a number of hard smacks.
"You are never a good girl. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to punish you at all."

My backside was starting to smart. I covered as much as my butt as I could with my left hand.

"Move your beautiful hand," he said.
"It hurts, though," I whined.

My guy removed my hand and spanked me some more. He tested to see how wet I was. I was extremely lubricated. He fingered me as I came. I then rested over his lap for a bit.

Eventually, I managed to lift myself off his lap and sit next to him. He cuddled and kissed me. I held him tight.

My right hand then grazed my guy's member, which was hard in his pants. I continued to stroke it for a bit, before I decided to unzip his pants. He helped unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants.

I rubbed my cheek against his hard cock. I then wrapped my teeth around it and gently started biting his erect penis. He loved how that felt. He couldn't stand it anymore. His underwear and pants came off. I then started giving him a handjob.

It was a different handjob today. My right hand was doing the usual work. My left hand was playing with his balls. My left hand's middle finger was playing with my guy's butthole. He liked that my pretty finger was fingering him as I jerked him off.

He came all over my hand. He was so lethargic afterwards that he started to sing. It was sweet.

We cleaned up. We cuddled some more. It was a perfect day.

Quality time after work - part 1

Just before 17:30 on Monday, I pinged my guy on our corporate instant messaging system. He was ready to leave work. I was, too.

We met at our usual parking lot. It's ideal. It's quiet and it's away from all the major rush hour congestion.

I took a bit longer to get there. I had to find a skirt, which I had in my car's trunk, neatly folded in a plastic bag.

My guy opened the passenger side of my car. He liked the sight of my wearing a short skirt. He was happy.

We got into the backseat of my car. As expected, he had cold hands. His running them down the sides of my body made me ticklish. Instead, I held them in my hands as we kissed.

When his hands did warm up, he looked down my cardigan and liked the black bra that I was wearing. He unbuttoned my sweater.

"How many buttons do you have?" he asked me, almost wanting to tear the sweater off my body.
"You bought it for me, you know" I replied.

An interesting point to make is that he was wearing the striped brown and white shirt that I had bought for him in Las Vegas. I was wearing the sweater that he bought for me at Winners.

He took my right breast out of my bra and started sucking on my nipple, which became instantly hard. He then caressed my crotch, enjoying the lacy black panties that I had on. I was so excited. Moments later, I came.

My guy pulled down my panties. He made me spread my legs. He liked that my pubic hair was nicely trimmed. It was the first time that he went down on me. He started kissing my thighs, then my vagina, and then my hard clit. It was incredible. I came yet again.

Of course, he wasn't finished with me. He decided to finger me in both cavities until I came yet again. I was extremely lethargic and happy.

I got to rest in his arms for a bit. He kissed me and held me. It was nice.

Naturally, there's more to our evening in the treehouse. More in a bit!

Eating lunch, groping, and threatening to spank me - a good Monday!

My guy asked whether I wanted to do lunch. Of course! I wrote back to him on our corporate instant messaging application.

He was running a bit late at our agreed time of 12:30 pm. I indicated that I needed to be back at 2 pm for a meeting.

We both got out of separate elevators simultaneously, which was nice. We then walked over to his car. He found it, which was miraculous for a directionally challenged guy. He parked in the underground lot for the first time on a weekday.

He drove us to our usual Chinese restaurant. He held my hand and remarked how pretty the pink nail polish looked on my hand. I love holding his hand.

He parked and we walked over to the restaurant. We immediately placed our orders. We missed each other. My guy rubbed his leg against mine under the table. He told me that he wanted to kiss me badly. He's sweet.

We ate and chatted, and basically crammed everything into a 45-minute lunch. He paid for lunch and we promptly left the restaurant.

He groped my butt as we walked out. He told me that I was a bad girl and he'd deal with me later. I got turned on. We held hands walking to his car. We got in.

I got my guy some Belgian chocolate-covered ginger from Ottawa. He asked me to open the box. We both took one of the yummy goodies. So good!

My guy drove briefly. He quickly pulled into a side lot. We kissed. It was so sweet and nice.

We held hands. I rubbed his thigh, admiring how nice his new wool slacks felt.

Mondays should always be like this one.

Home after a wonderful road trip

Hello! I spent yesterday taking my time driving back home. My road trip to Ottawa was wonderful. Sadly, all vacations must come to an end.

Even though I go back to the various stresses at work, I get to see my guy all week. So, it's not all bad!

Fifty Shades of Earl Grey tea

I have been fortunate during this trip to Ottawa to visit my former professor not once, but twice. Our first meeting was so enjoyable that he insisted that he see me again before I head back home.

On Friday, we met at a bakery located in ByWard Market. I love the place. I ordered an apple crumble pastry and a peppermint tea. He went with a millefeuille dessert and a cafe latte. We chatted for a bit before we had to go to his car to put more money into the metre.

You learn a lot about someone when you shop with him. My former professor loves cheese. He took me to a Polish grocery store and deli. I ended up getting a bag of perogies. He got some speciality ham.

Next door was a tea store. I am a tea fan. Luckily, he drinks tea, but he isn't as nuts as I can be. I did a bit of damage there, which shouldn't be a huge surprise.

We both noticed the Fifty Shades of Earl Grey jar of loose leaf tea.

Courtesy: Veronord

He remarked that it is a movie. I remarked that it is also a book.

We didn't go any further. We continued to look at tea.

We are similar. We both love math and computer science. I am wondering whether he enjoys spanking as much as I do.

Lunch at our original Chinese restaurant hangout

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy had to leave work early to fight a traffic ticket in court. The court that he had to visit was the same one that I went to when I filed my divorce papers.

My guy called me at 15:30 and asked whether I'd like to do dinner at our old hangout. We used to go to a Chinese restaurant by our old office. Since we moved office locations, our old hangout is too far for us to dash over for lunch. It's a shame, for the food is amazing.

I immediately agreed to meet him there at 16:30. He was driving over there, likely arriving well before I would.

I got to the restaurant at 16:45. Traffic by the airport is horrendous during rush hour.

I parked next to my guy's car. He was reclined in his seat, napping. He looked so sweet. I didn't want to wake him up, but I had to. I tapped the window glass with my nail. He woke up, looking sweet and happy. I wait for a bit, giving him some time to wake up. He eventually opened the car door to say hi. I immediately ran my fingers through his hair. He smiled.

We walked into the restaurant together. Our regular servers immediately recognized and welcomed us without hesitation. They asked how we were. It felt like we had left for a brief period instead of being away for over a year.

I had the lemon chicken. My guy went with the spicy ginger chicken. We have our favourites here. They tasted just the way that we remembered them.

We reminisced while we ate. We also talked about our day. It was good seeing my guy and ending off the week with a date night.

Messages confirming that a spanking is coming

I love the brief message exchanges that my guy (MG) and I have:

MG: Hope you're having fun in Ottawa.
Me: You're sweet. You must think that I am bad for taking a while to respond to you while having so much fun. You probably need to do something about that soon.
MG: You bet I will. Some cute sexy girl will have difficulty sitting for some time let alone not being able to drive home because she is too dopey. Miss you much!
Me: Yay! I miss you, too.

I can't wait to receive my spanking.

My guy misses me and vice-versa

Normally, I am the one who tells my guy that I miss him. With my being on vacation, my guy is missing me even more than he normally does.

While he doesn't flat out say that he misses me in e-mails, the frequency of receiving them says a lot. He writes one to me daily. They are fairly detailed. It's a sweet gesture on his part. It's nice to be loved and missed.

Today was a good day. My former professor has been living in Ottawa for the last four years. I met up him for the first time since he moved away from the greater Toronto area. It was great catching up with him for five hours.

We went to a cafe to talk first. We then changed venues and visited a Chinese restaurant for dim sum. The food was delicious. I showed him how to use chopsticks. He did well. The teaching session reminded me of teaching my guy how to use chopsticks.

I think of my guy often. It'll be great seeing him next week.

Grey sweater turns my guy on

A couple of Tuesdays ago, my guy and I went out for lunch. We got to our usual hangout, which was usually busy.

We got seated towards the back of the restaurant. It is rare for us to be that far back. We had a six-seat table to ourselves.

We took off our jackets. My guy admired my grey sweater than I had on. The collar had a thin trim, which was white. The collar was also a deep crew neck. The sleeves also hugged my arms.

"I love your sweater," my guy remarked, looking at me from across the table.
"Thanks! I bought it at the Gap outlet store when we were in Montreal together," I replied.
"I have never seen you in that sweater. I love it. It highlights your arms. You should consider getting a similar sweater with thumbholes, to show off your pretty hands," he stated as my sweet stylist.
"I don't know where to get one of those sweaters, but that's nice."

My guy looked around. He's boyish that way, with a hint of shyness. He then held both my hands in his.

"You are turning me on wearing that sweater," my guy said lovingly.
"I love when you hold my hands," I said, squeezing his hands.
"I want to undress you, but we have to eat first."

Priorities are important for two hungry people.

Hello from the nation's capital

Hello from Ottawa! My four-hour road trip went well. I am comfortable in my hotel, which is smack in the middle of the downtown core. I have tons of restaurants and nightlife around me, so all is well.

My guy wrote to me, to make sure that I had arrived safely. He is doing well. He signed off his e-mail with "grope you later." I love that.

I will write more when I am not sleepy!

Vacation, work, and car memories

My vacation begins! I am off for a week from work.

I last took a vacation in early July. It seems like eons ago.

I will still be posting, but likely not daily. My road trip begins on Sunday. I have just finished packing 75% of my suitcase. You can tell that I cannot wait to do something other than work. I stopped packing because it's nearly 01:30 and I need to sleep.

At work, I said goodbye to the writer who has decided to leave the company right before a major software release. I am taking over half her work. I flat out said that I am not taking over all of this writer's work. I am somewhat relieved that she is leaving, for she is the most defensive colleague that I have ever worked with.

My boss calls me Superwoman, simply because I can handle practically anything tossed my way. However, feeling overwhelmed by taking another writer's full workload isn't going to make me happy. My health, both physical and mental, is far more important than backfilling a position.

And, yes, I continue to miss my guy. His car parked in the lot at work reminds me of him whenever I walk by it. All the conversations we have had in that car. All the intimate, fun moments are there.

He is still trying to sell that car. It will take a while, but it's nice to think about all the good times my guy and I have shared in it.

Teasing my guy about driving his new car and being bad

Last Tuesday, my guy and I walked to his new car, so he could drive us to our usual restaurant by our workplace for lunch.

"You're supposed to be on the passenger side of the car. I'm driving," I teased him.
"No! Nice try," my guy said.

To recap, my guy recently got a pre-owned manual car. He will not let me drive it, even if I get lessons to successfully learn how to drive a manual car. He's extremely protect of his prized possession. I love to tease him about it.

Although my guy won't let me drive it, he did tell me how the gear numbers work. His car only goes up to gear 6.

"What if I can't count?" I teased, being the one who has a minor in mathematics.
''Here, let me show you how it works," he said, placing my hand on the stick shift, and his hand guiding mine as he shifted gears a few times.
"I like this a lot," I said, smiling at him.
"I do, too."

Of course, I had to tease him some more.

"What if I want a gear of 8?" I asked him.
"My car only goes to 6," he stated.
"But, I want 8. Can you customize that for me?" I teased him.
"You can drive a big rig. It goes up to gear 12 or something."

We had lunch together. It was yummy. The company was, too.

When we walked back to his car, I continued teasing him.

"Give me your car keys. I can drive us back," I said, grinning at him.
"Nope," he replied.
"I will be careful," I said, batting my eyes.
"You should be careful. I may have to bend you over and spank you now."

It's wonderful when my teasing helps get me into trouble.

Brown M&M's image on my cell phone's lock screen and legs

I am a fan of the M&M's characters. It made sense to me to have a new M&M's wallpaper for my new cell phone's lock screen. I decided to use this one, courtesy of M&M's:

I showed my guy the photo at lunch the other day, which sparked this conversation:

"I like this photo. She reminds me of me. I have the same type of glasses. I also like going to Starbucks," I told my guy.
"Yes. You are also sophisticated and stylish like she is," my guy explained.
"Really? Are you sure that you have the right girl?" I asked him.
"I am positive," my guy replied. "You have nicer legs that she does, though."

My guy is sweeter than the candy-coated chocolate that never melts in your hands.

Treehouse time and my bare butt on display

Last Thursday, my guy asked if we could have treehouse time after work. I was fine with that. He was happy about it, too.

I was in a 2.5-hour work meeting that ended at 17:30. It was good timing, as my guy's class ended ten minutes after that.

He sent me an instant message, asking if I was ready to go. I was. Oddly, he took the elevator up to my office floor as I was leaving. I suppose that the men's washroom on his floor was out of service.

I met him at our usual parking lot these days. The lot belongs to a church, which is different.

My guy got there about five minutes after I had arrived. We proceeded to get into the backseat of my car.

We hugged and kissed. It seemed like ages since our lips locked. It felt wonderful.

He unzipped my blue jacket. He caressed my breasts. I caressed the back of his head and chest as we continued to kiss.

He found the button on my purple jeggings and undid them. I had to intervene.

"My jeggings don't have a zipper," I warned him.
"That's okay. How about this?"

My guy pulled both my jeggings and underwear off. He's so bad, but in a good way. His hands were cold. I started to giggle, as they made me ticklish.

"You can't pleasure me with your cold hands!" I exclaimed, holding both of them in my hands to try and warm them up.
"I know they're cold, sweetie. Please warm them up."

I held them for a while. They still felt too cold. Instead, my guy went for a blue latex glove from my glove stash, slipped it on, and pleasured me until I came. It felt so good. I was lethargic afterwards.

He let me lean against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. I kissed his forehead. I also played with my crotch. His penis wasn't erect when I first touched it. However, after rubbing it for a couple of minutes, I could feel it getting longer and harder in his pants.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled his briefs down. I got to give my guy a handjob.

He ejaculated a lot. It was to the point where his semen dripped down past my wrist. It felt good. He obviously felt good, too.

We cleaned up and hugged for a bit. I had trouble pulling my jeggings up, so I had to stand up in the treehouse, which meant that anyone could be looking at my backside.

"If someone does get a glimpse of your cute bare butt, that person would be lucky to see it," my guy said.

He's sweet, as usual.

Work changes thanks to a resignation

November has just started and things are shaking up at work. And, it's not in the direction that I had hoped.

The newest writer, who has only been with the company for less than ten months, handed in her resignation last Friday. I am mixed about her departure. I actually had a premonition about it a couple of weeks ago.

This writer is extremely defensive. I have spent more time calming her down than most. Part of me would like that precious time back if it were possible.

She took on one of my original writing roles. It paved the way for my reviewing everybody's work. As a team, we already have more work than we can handle. She just added more to it.

This writer is a diva to a certain extent. She would arrive at the office after 10:00 am and leave at 17:00. Her reason for leaving so soon was to go home and "cook for [her] children." Nope, they didn't want to microwave food made the night before. They demanded fresh food. So, she got the okay to leave at that hour and work from home at night.

The problem is that you cannot keep tabs on her work at night. Her pace when completing tasks was slower than expected. She also was a bad influence on the shy writer on our team. They spent anywhere between half an hour to an hour having coffee breaks. After my manager spoke to them, their extended coffee breaks still took place.

So, it is likely that I will go back to writing regularly and work for the same project manager who is difficult. I am not pleased with that. I can only hope that another writer is hired soon, because I like my role as a reviewer while pitching in to write other types of documents. Of course, it would be best if this project manager were to retire or leave. We will see what happens.

My guy thinks that my boss can't afford to have me write full-time, as he depends on me to keep tabs on the team and ultimately manage their workload, among some of my duties. I hope that he is right.

It was a good move last week when I decided to book next week off. My guy is currently in Cairo. I will be doing a road trip to Ottawa to visit my former professor, who ended up being a good friend over the years. I have not seen him since he moved from Toronto to Ottawa nearly four years ago.

I hope to resume writing posts that are more enjoyable than this one. I just needed to let some steam off. Moments like this one make me want my guy to return home soon, so he can reassure me that things will be okay. We will see each other in less than two weeks.

Tomorrow is another day. Let's hope it's a good one!

Blowjobs at a Washington Redskins game

I suppose that this Washington Redskins game wasn't all that exciting to diehard fans. They apparently needed blowjobs to spice things up.

Perhaps football tickets are so cheap that these guys can shell out for some side... er, frontal entertainment.

Of note, the team plays at FedEx Field. These women performing the blowjobs got quite the delivery.

Woolly mammoth requests treehouse time

On Thursday, after my guy had paid for our lunch, we waited as his students paid for their meals.

My guy and I decided to catch up:

"Did you wear a coat today?" I asked him, admiring his dress shirt, sweater, and jacket combination.
"I didn't. My sweater is wool and so is my jacket. I'm a woolly mammoth today," he said, smiling.
"You don't look like a mammoth to me. You don't have any tusks," I remarked.
"I have one tusk. It is also hard," my guy said, grinning. "It needs polishing."

We also talked about Sharky, one of my project managers at work. On Monday, he saw me get off the elevator and say hi to my guy, who was waiting in the lobby for me. Sharky has a thing for me, which both my guy and I know about, but he has an odd way of dealing with it.

When I am talking with my manager and the conversation is humourous, Sharky has the need to come in and be a part of the conversation. It happened on Tuesday.

My guy and I were outside with a number of male students, figuring out the car-pooling arrangements to the Middle Eastern restaurant, Sharky came over and made small talk with my guy, who is equally as good at that as I am.

While we were still waiting for the remaining students to pay for their meals, we remarked how unusual it was for Sharky to talk to my guy.

"He has never done that with me," my guy told me.
"I know. It's a strange jealousy thing that he has," I observed.
"You're right. He does like you, but obviously isn't doing anything directly about it."
"It's creepy," I remarked.
"It's okay. It is only creepy if he touches you. I won't let him," my guy said.
"You're sweet," I remarked, smiling at him.
"After work, can we have some treehouse time?" my guy asked.
"Of course," I replied enthusiastically.

It is always great to look forward to treehouse time at the end of the day, especially after a long workday.

Remembering where my guy had parked his car means a spanking for me

My guy is directionally challenged. He relies on a GPS to get him to any destination that he needs. I don't even want to know what would happen to him if this gadget wasn't even invented!

The other day, my guy and I headed out for lunch. I start getting worried when he wanders around the parking lot.

"Do you know where you car is?" I asked him.
"It's somewhere over here," he gestured.
"That's half the top floor of the parking lot," I pointed out.
"I will eventually find it. See, there it is!"

We got into his new car and my guy drove us to our regular restaurant. He can figure out the general vicinity of the restaurant these days. He no longer needs to pull up this saved location on his GPS.

"I decided to do away with my GPS," my guy stated along the way.
"What?!" I questioned and exclaimed simultaneously.
"I have decided to use Google Maps on my phone instead. It's more reliable," he admitted.

I was relieved.

He parked the car and we entered the restaurant. We are regulars there. We are always promptly greeted. The food was yummy. We ordered our usual dishes. I went with the spicy garlic chicken. My guy ordered the spicy ginger beef.

We love spending time together, even if it's for an hour at lunch.

After we had filled our tummies up with good grub, my guy picked up the tab, and we proceeded to walk out the restaurant.

My guy was heading in the wrong direction.

"It's this way, sweetie," I said, pulling his hand in the correct direction.
"Ah, I knew that," he said, smirking.
"No, you didn't. You would have wandered around the entire parking lot, like you normally do," I stated.
"You are such a bad girl," he replied.
"No, I'm a good girl. I am leading you to your car," I stated factually.
"I need to lead you over my knee," he replied.

It's a good thing that I am good with directions. Otherwise, we wouldn't make it back to the office at a decent time. And, I wouldn't get a spanking so quickly.

Having lunch at a Middle Eastern restaurant, being groped, and showing quiet signs of affection

My guy pinged me first thing on Thursday morning on our corporate instant messaging application. It is always nice to hear from him.

He asked me whether it would be okay to change our lunch plans. Two of his students wanted to have lunch with us. I was okay with the extra company, but we would lose some quiet time for ourselves.

Well, I found out later that his entire class wanted to go to a Middle Eastern restaurant for lunch. It was nice meeting his students. I especially enjoyed talking to one gentleman who lives in Dallas, but is originally from London, UK.

My guy and I sat next to each other at the restaurant. He discreetly touched the side of my thigh as we conversed with everyone. I went and caressed his leg. He hiked up his pant leg and I caressed his bare, muscular calf for quite some time while chatting with others.

The food at this restaurant was delicious. My guy and I both had beef shawarmas. I went with the platter version, whereas my guy just had the wrap. We also had hummus and pita bread.

I caressed my guy's thigh. He quietly held my hand under the table.

When our entire group was done, we went to settle the bill. My guy paid for me. He's sweet.

We then all left the restaurant. My guy and I were at the back of the pack. He discreetly and strategically groped my left buttock as we went through the first set of doors. I looked at him and smiled. He placed his hand on the small of my back. I quietly grabbed his right hand and squeezed it.

We can be affectionate without being bold. It feels good.

Mondays are better with a sweet guy

We typically dread Monday morning. Its arrival signals the beginning of the workweek for most adults.

Today, I had a different outlook. It was the first day seeing my guy again.

The feeling was mutual. He sent a message on our internal instant messaging system, saying hi during his course break. He indicated that he'd break for lunch at 12:30 pm. I was good with that.

He pinged me at exactly 12:30 pm, asking whether I was ready to go. I was. We met downstairs in the lobby.

My face lit up in a smile as soon as I saw him. He reciprocated. He noticed my blue jacket on and liked it. It is one of the best, cheap purchases I have ever made at Walmart. My guy and I were both impressed at how good it looked.

I threatened to drive his new manual car as we walked towards it in the parking lot. It's fun teasing him. His car looks nice. It was my first time in his car, moulding my butt in the passenger-side seat next to my guy. Yes, he worded the moulding-my-butt comment when we last spoke.

His car drives smoothly. My guy had his hand on his car's stick shift. He strategically placed his right hand on my left thigh. That was nice. We held hands for a bit on his car's stick shift, with mine on top of his.

"I hope you don't confuse the car's stick shift with your own," I teased.
"The question is whether you will get them confused," my guy grinned.
"Let me see," I remarked, running my hand down the car's stick shift. "Hard to tell. Get it?"

He liked my pun, as corny as it was. We continued to enjoy each other's company as he drove us to our usual hangout for lunch.

Mondays are better when you get to spend it with your loved one.

Reliving Nintendo handheld gaming systems and never wanting to grow up

When I was in grade 12, just before my December exams, I saved up enough money to buy my first handheld gaming system. I got a Game Boy.

The store that I purchased my monochrome Game Boy was Consumers Distributing. It was essentially a catalogue service. You'd mark the items that you wanted on a piece of paper, and you'd then hand it to staff who would go into the warehouse to find your item. This store has since disappeared, as has the original Game Boy.

Here is a page from a Consumers Distributing flyer that likely caught my eye back then:

Courtesy: Forum Vancouver

By the way, I also purchased the rechargeable AC adapter later months later.

Well over a decade later, I decided to get another Nintendo handheld gaming system. I went with the Game Boy Advance SP. I purchased mine in grey. The screen was colour! You could fold the system in half.

On the weekend, I went to Shoppers Drug Mart to get a few things. I was mainly there to buy a jar of peanut butter. The Nintendo 2DS was on sale for $100. I had $170 worth of points to spend at the store. I decided to ask whether there were any systems left. 

The nice man working there said that he'd check in the warehouse. It reminded me of being at Consumers Distributing as a teenager. He asked me what colours I would like. I said blue. Otherwise, any colour would do just fine.

Five minutes later, he came back with the sea green colour, which is also white. I was pleased. It looked nice. I was sold. There is nothing like a few gaming system.

I am like a little kid sometimes. I went to Best Buy to browse games afterwards. I found a used one that was half price. It was Tetris, which is reminiscent of the first game that came with my Game Boy. I bought it.

Naturally, after my purchase, I went back to my car, opened the Tetris box, took out the cartridge, opened my Nintendo 2DS box, powered the device on (it had a full charge!), placed the Tetris game into the slot, and played the game for an hour. Yes, I played a game in my car on a rainy afternoon.

Although many would say that I am mature for my age, it's nice to not act my age on the weekend. It's nice to relive how I felt about playing an arcade game. It's exciting. It's challenging. It sparks my sense of wonder and fun. It makes me happy.

It will be interesting to tell my guy about my purchase. We are similar when it comes to games. We like puzzle and word games more than anything, but we both love pac-man.

No wonder we get along well.

Missing my guy and reflecting on steamy, brief Skype chat

I especially miss my guy (MG) this evening. Two more days are left before we see each other.

The other week, we had a brief messaging session on Skype before we talked to each other. I normally don't bring my phone into the bathroom, but I had a feeling that he would ping me while I was taking a shower.

MG: Hi
MG: Guess you are having your shower
Me: Hey
Me: Yes, just finished showering... me clean!
MG: =)
MG: Wanna talk a bit?
Me: Sure. I have to put some clothes on first.
MG: Don't and turn on your camera. =p
Me: LOL! You won't see much. It's foggy in here!
MG: Oooh, steamy!
Me: Yep, that's me... LOL
MG: LOL

It'll be nice to steam up the treehouse windows soon.

Spanky Pig

Now and again, I like to search Apple's App Store for any games about spanking. Tonight, I came across Spanky Pig.

I can't exactly give you an in-depth review. I have only played it for ten minutes.

The objective is to spank as many pigs as you can within a given time. The pigs move closer to the hands, so you can slap their backsides.

It's fun and challenging so far, but it would have been nicer to be able to upload a picture of someone you know that needs a good spanking, which would replace each pig's face. This feature would motivate me a lot more.

The hand animation would be a lot better if it were a swinging hand that didn't look so stiff!

Of course, they have to keep this game clean so that it gets approved for downloading in the App Store. Perhaps I should design an adult version. Sadly, I don't have time to learn how to develop applications on iOS. Maybe I can coax my guy to design one for me.

We're s-h-o-p-p-i-n-g... we're shopping!

My guy and I are shoppers. Finding out that he loves to shop was refreshing when we first started dating. It still is.

While my guy was in Seattle a few months ago, he was trying to find some power converters that would work in Cairo. I offered to help find him some, eventually getting eight of these power converters for $5 each. We were both pleased with my find. My guy was particularly proud of me, as he felt the satisfaction of benefiting from such a great deal.

I asked my guy to buy me some bagels in Montreal a week or so ago. He didn't hesitate to get me some. I asked him to buy two dozen. He did even better and got me three bags, each of which had nine. I was thankful.

"I am back in Montreal in December," my guy stated. "I can buy you more bagels."
"That would be great," I told him.
"I know how much you like bagels. How many can you store in your freezer?"
"I don't want you to load up your car full of bagels such that you can't fit your stuff in it" I replied.
"They don't take up space at all. Besides, I love it when you have favourite foods that you love eating. I don't mind getting them for you. Whenever you eat a bagel, you can think of me," he said, being his sweet self.
"I can easily fit four of those bags in my freezer," I replied.
"Perfect. I will buy you that many the next time I'm there."

I am a lucky guy to have a handsome, sweet shopaholic getting me yummy bagels in his travels.

We also spent another evening on Skype, shopping online for laser-cut floor mats for his new car. We learned a lot about them together. He likes the fact that my eyes don't glaze over car talk. It's mainly because my dad was a mechanic, who is now retired. I grew up with seeing car parts and such. Car accessories are more interesting, though.

My guy purchased a set of floor mats. I can't wait to see what he thinks of them. I may order a set for my car.

P.S. This blog post's title is a lyric from "Shopping" by Pet Shop Boys.

From flight to teaching, and an automatic punishment

Last night, I drove over to my local Starbucks to get a slice of apple pound cake. Well, it's more like a circular apple pound cake. I like it a lot. It's both comforting and yummy.

In the same parking lot, there was a car with steamed-up windows. That sight made me smile. You could see an arm or two come up slightly now and again. It made me reflect on the numerous treehouse times that my guy and I have had. Sure, it isn't the most private location to be intimate, but it sure beats lying on the ground!

The other night, my guy and I talked over Skype.

"I'm back in the office in a week," my guy explained.
"That week feels like forever," I admitted, obviously missing him.
"I know. It won't be too long," my guy reassured.
"I wish I could meet you at the airport, but you don't have much time," I pointed out, as he gets off the plane to immediately teach a course.
"You know that as soon as I see you that I have to punish you," he hinted.
"Perhaps I should show up at the arrivals level," I remarked, which made him laugh.
"With your cute bottom exposed?" he asked me.
"I am sure the security folks would have an issue with me if I did that," I said, smiling.

It's less than a week now. At least I get to see him at the office for the whole week in a few days, so I'm pleased.

The bagel drop and new car pick-up day

My blog posts are not in chronological order these days. I can only blame it on my Mac mini's issue after upgrading to El Capitan. Although I can use my Mac mini again, syncing photos between it and my iPhone is unpredictable.

Anyway, this post follows the one about my guy driving home from Montreal a couple of Fridays ago. He called me about thirty minutes before he reached the Starbucks in Scarborough. It was good of him to do that. I was at another mall shopping. I told him that I'd meet him soon.

I got to the Starbucks parking lot about ten minutes before he did. I saw him pull into the parking lot. I got out of my car and headed over to his car. My cell phone rang.

"Hey, I'm walking over to your car," I said to him.
"Okay," he replied. "Good timing!"

My guy opened the door. I said hi to him. He reciprocated and noted that it was a bit colder outside. He got out and put on his jacket. He looked good and happy to see me.

We hugged. He smelled good.

"Missed you," I whispered in his ear. He hugged me tighter, which was his quieter version of feeling the same way about me.

We chatted for a bit. He handed me a bag full of sesame bagels. I took a whiff and nearly melted. My guy smiled. He knows how much I love bagels. I thanked him for getting me them.

My guy couldn't stay long. He was heading to Oakville to pick up his new pre-owned car. I asked him whether he had a friend who could drive his other car. He did. He was staying over at that friend's house, as he had an early flight out to Newark the following morning.

He looked down and commented on my Converse sneakers that I was wearing. He remembered my dyeing them purple, as the original purple colour had faded a lot after being in the sun for a long period. He likes them. I do, too.

We hugged once again. I wished him a safe drive and flight. He nodded and told me that he'd call me soon.

It's not easy being with a travelling guy. On this trip, it was nice that he was able to sneak in a couple of quick visits along the way. He told me that he loved seeing me, even if it was for ten minutes this night. The feeling was certainly mutual.

Meeting my guy for lunch as a stop on his trip eastbound and getting a punishment threat

My guy drove to Montreal for business a couple of Sundays ago. He wanted to do lunch with me en route. I was game.

My guy called me at around noon. He sounded sleepy, which worried me.

"You sound like you just got out of bed," I remarked.
"I did, pretty much," he replied.
"That worries me," I admitted.
"I'm in Mississauga," he stated.
"Oh, geez. You have been on the road for an hour!" I calculated.

We agreed to meet at a Starbucks in Scarborough. It is located just off highway 401, so it was perfect for him. As for me, getting to this location would take me fifteen minutes.

I could hear my guy drive away with a dinging noise in the background.

"Put your seatbelt on," I told him politely.
"You can hear that?" my guy remarked.
"Of course," I said. "Good, the warning chiming has stopped."

He chuckled. He knows that I mean well.

I saw him an hour later. He had missed my text message with the exact address. He was going on the exit information that I had given to him, but saw my text after stopping at a gas station close by the Starbucks to fuel his car up.

We met just outside of Starbucks. When we had talked, we both weren't too hungry. However, we were now. We decided to try out the restaurant across from Starbucks. My guy and I held hands as we cut across the parking lot.

We had a good brunch. He went with the Spanish omelette. I went with French toast with strawberries. Both dishes were larger than we had anticipated, but were yummy.

My guy broke the news to me that he had finally put down money towards a pre-owned manual car. I was pleased. He showed me photos. It looked nice.

"So, I get to drive it, right?" I said, teasing him.
"If you get manual driving lessons, I'd be happy to pay for them. Then, we'll see," he said with a grin.

Later on, my guy was complaining about something. I also tease him about his whining.

"Don't make me drive your manual car!" I threatened him, which actually made him stop whining temporarily.

Anyway, my guy perked up. It was probably a combination of seeing me, having food in his stomach, and downing a cup of coffee.

We left about 1.5 hours later. My guy asked me where my car was.

"Do I always have to point it out to you?" teased my directionally challenged guy as he squeezed my hand.
"At least I know where you car is. It's right there!" I said, pointing it out in the fairly busy parking lot.

We walked me over to my car like the true gentleman that he is.

"Give me a hug," my guy said, with his arms extended.
"What happens if I don't?" I asked him after I was in his embrace, hugging him back.
"Well, you'll get punished so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a couple of days," my guy stated casually.

I wished him a safe drive. He blew me a kiss and we parted ways.

My guy's reaction to the Slap It butt lamp

My guy continues to be on the road. He is in New Jersey for the week.

He's an interesting guy. He decided to hit New York, since the Big Apple is so close to Newark. He disliked driving around in the city. He complained about parking prices.

I have never driven in New York. I have always walked, or taken a taxi or the train. Perhaps that is one reason why I love visiting the city. Well, that and visiting M&M's World and the Hershey Store, among other sites.

Anyway, my guy and I were chatting a bit on Skype before we talked. I gave me a link to the Slap It butt lamp.

His reaction was sweet:

A butt lamp that needs to be spanked to light up. It reminds me of someone cute.

I'm still working on having him get it for me as a gift. It's quite the challenge! I may need to cave in and buy it for me.

Happy Thanksgiving! Lunch with my guy a couple of Wednesdays ago

Happy Thanksgiving! I have plenty to be thankful for in my life. Thanks to you for reading along with me, and providing me with support, encouragement, and joy. The same goes for my guy, my family, and my friends.

Considering that most of my Mac mini issues are fixed, I can move on to blogging more regularly. I am thankful for having a working computer.

I still have an issue with syncing my photos correctly to my iPhone. It works perfectly fine when I sync with my iPod classic, mainly because I sync my entire photo collection to it and it fits. My photo collection is too large to fit on my iPhone, so I have to be selective.

Luckily, being selective has made me realize that the sync works fine for all my photos before I upgraded from iPhoto to Photos. In other words, I only get the photos that I want up to April 2015, even though I can see all my photos after that month in the Photos application. Strange, huh?

So, geeky girl, who can't help but to troubleshoot, is trying something new. I am exporting all my photos to my external hard drive. I created a new Photos library and am currently importing all my photos. We'll see if this task works. It takes many hours to complete, which is why I am running this importing process overnight.

Anyway, over a week ago, I wanted to write about my lunch date with my guy. He drove all the way up to my neck of the woods to see me. We live approximately an hour's drive away from work, but in opposite directions. In other words, he drove for two hours to see me.

We went into the Chinese restaurant and sat down. My guy said that I looked cuter than ever. His sweet compliments come out stronger and more frequently when he misses me.

We ordered a couple of dishes, which were pretty big. It worked out well. We ordered a seafood fried rice dish, and a spicy chicken and shrimp dish. We talked and laughed.

We also held hands across the table. I enjoyed that. He then played footsie under the table. I ended up rubbing my leg against his and caressing his knee with my hand. He pulled my leg up and caressed my toes, admiring the metallic dark blue nail polish that I had.

Once we were done eating lunch, we had some quality time in a corner of the parking lot. We got into my guy's car, with my being in the backseat. He backed up the car while caressing my leg. It was nice.

He then got into the treehouse. We hugged. We kissed. He fingered me a few times until I came. I jerked him off until he came. We cuddled. We napped. We woke up in each other's arms. And, we talked.

It was a wonderful afternoon. It was warm inside of his car, so my guy opened his car's sunroof.

I love that my guy enjoys shopping. Many guys don't. The shopping mall that we were at has an outlet store for a major department chain. He asked me about it. I suggested that he take a look.

He also noticed the mall across from the dealership where he was to test drive a car. I told him that the Bay was there, which is a department store that he shops at often. He told me that he'd go there after taking a look at the potential car, too.

We spent three hours together. It was great. We kissed and hugged one final time. He then looked at my leg and placed it on his lap.

"My jeans have a side zipper," I told him.
"Nice," he said, unzipping it and caressing my bare calf.

It's nice that he likes my legs. I love being with him as much as I can.

Fixing issues after my operating system woes and talking to my directionally challenged guy

My guy and I work in the information technology sector. He often tells me that he hates technology. However, he is good at practically everything he works with. His skill set constantly amazes me.

He only has one downfall -- he is directionally challenged. He is heavily reliant upon his GPS, so I know that he never forgets to have it with him.

On the other hand, I sort of make up for his couple of weaknesses. I tend to remember where he has parked his car whenever we are out. I am a geek when it comes to technology. We have mutual respect and admiration for each other's strengths.

So, this post will probably be my last one about my Mac mini issues. Here is the latest since a representative at my local Apple store's Genius Bar wiped out my hard drive and reinstalled the seemingly problematic El Capitan operating system.

The unfortunate part was that none of my external devices were not syncing properly after El Capitan was successfully installed. I am hoping that the next operating system release doesn't cause so many problems!

I am putting together this list of issues and what I did to fix each of them, in case I need to reference what I had done in a year's time:

• Photos library does not appear in iTunes
  It turns out that you need to make your Photos library a system Photos library in the Photos application. The change has to be done in the Photos > Preferences dialog. After you make this change, other applications, like iTunes, can find your Photos library.
• iPhone does not sync properly in iTunes
  It applies to most Apple devices that sync with iTunes. The existing content was a part of my old configuration on my Mac mini. That old configuration no longer exists on my Mac mini. As a result, in the case of my iPhone, it needed to be restored. I could then fully restore the phone using the last backup.
• Even after the first two changes, my photos and music still don't sync with my iPod or iPhone in iTunes
  There are a lot of i-products. Apple seems to be moving away from all that recently, with Apple Photos and Music, as examples. There are more steps to make sure that the Mac mini and the device sync up:

1. Completely exit both Photos and iTunes. Proceed to shut down the Mac mini.
2. My music is on an external hard drive. It needs to be powered down. I also unplugged its USB cable from the drive.
3. Leave all devices turned off for a minute. Power on the drive first, and then the Mac mini.
4. When the Mac mini is fully booted up, connect your iPod or iPhone to the computer.
5. Ensure that you have selected some music and photos to sync. They should sync up fine.

I was able to successfully sync my music and photos on my iPhone again. Currently, I am working on my iPod classic to sync all my music and photos. The latter will take a while. I have over 20,000 songs, which is my entire digital collection.

On Friday, my guy drove back from Montreal. He called me at around 17:00. I had missed his call, probably because I was walking to my car and didn't hear my phone ring. I called him back.

"Hey, did you call me?" I asked him.
"Yes, I did," he said cheerfully. "I thought that you may have been in a meeting."
"I was till 16:45, but I am in my car now," I explained. "I take it that you're driving back right now?"
"I am. I am a third of the way there," he said, with a tinge of being disappointed that he didn't leave earlier.
"It's okay," I replied. "Are you at least over the border into Ontario?" I asked him.
"I'm in Brockville. Where is that?" he asked me, which confirmed that he is still directionally challenged.
"Yes, you are in Ontario. Welcome back!" I exclaimed with glee.
"Thanks. I don't see any French signs anymore, so I am in Ontario."

He's cute. We agreed to meet in Scarborough, close to highway 401. My guy had bagels to deliver to me. We also wanted to see each other as soon as possible.

My Mac mini update and more

I thought that I would check in and say hi. So, hi!

The good news is that the technician at my local Apple store's Genius Bar got my Mac mini up and running on Wednesday. I am blogging again using it.

Unfortunately, the fix required wiping out my Mac mini's hard drive contents and reinstalling the new El Capitan operating system. Of course, things are never smooth after such a restoration. Now, my photos do not sync with my iPhone. Ah, the joys of technology!

It has been a rough week at work. My manager suffered an eye injury. He has lost vision in his left eye. I don't know at this stage whether the vision loss is temporary or permanent, but I am hoping that it is the former. Our team at work is pooling our money for a get-better-soon gift for him. We had thought of flowers, but his particular hospital wing does not allow them. So, I will probably need to resort to chocolates and a get-well balloon when I place the order on behalf of the team. It's the thought that counts the most.

I hope to place the order tomorrow and go see him on the weekend. It makes you appreciate people you work with under such conditions. I hope that he is on the mend.

My guy is currently in Montreal. I had hoped to join him, but we have an intern who started with the company on Monday. I have been training her. She's a good person. Needless to say, this week has been both draining and challenging.

My guy decided to drive to Montreal for his business trip, similar to what I had done back in April. I asked him if he could buy some bagels for me, as they are simply yummy. He didn't hesitate. He told me that they would be my souvenir. He's sweet, as usual.

So, my posts still won't be all that regular until I troubleshoot some minor issues. Wish me luck!

Lunch date on Wednesday with my guy

Late Tuesday afternoon, my guy called me on my cell phone. I was in a meeting and didn't have my phone at hand. When I got to my desk, I felt like pouting because I had missed his call.

He eventually found me online and we sent instant messages to each other. He had figured out that I was in a meeting. I told him that I had less than fifteen minutes before my next one.

He told me that he would be "north of Toronto" on Wednesday. I said that he could be at the North Pole! He was going to look at a car in my neck of the woods. We agreed on meeting for lunch. I asked him to ping me once he was done.

On Wednesday afternoon, he called me a number of times, letting me know what was going on at the dealership. He then asked me to select a restaurant to meet. We met halfway at a Chinese restaurant in Thornhill. Naturally, I had to text him the address to enter into his GPS. Otherwise, he would be completely lost.

My guy called me as I was doing a detour. A lot of construction was happening along the street that the restaurant was on. My guy was already there. I was impressed. I told him to be his attractive and adorable self waiting for me. He chuckled. He liked that.

I eventually found him wandering out of the local grocery store that I often stop at before heading home. He asked me where his car was. It is so typical of him. I pointed it out for him. He then hugged me.

It was a good start to a lunch date. It was also nice to see him in my area and see his smile.

Operating system woes with El Capitan

I have been an Apple fan for at least a decade now. I became one when I had a corrupted .dll file on my old Windows mid-tower and had to reinstall everything from scratch.

For the first time, I have a similar issue, but with Apple's latest operating system, El Capitan, on my Mac Mini. I decided to upgrade to this version the other night. Such a huge mistake!

Windows has the blue screen of death when nothing boots up properly. After installing El Capitan, all I see is the Apple logo and a status bar that does not budge. I have unplugged every cable to my Mac mini, except for the power cable and the monitor cable. I get the same result.

I have a Genius Bar appointment slated for next Wednesday. Luckily, I do have my work and home laptops, so I can still blog and stay connected like the geeky girl that I am.

There is a first for everything. 

I will resume my regularly scheduled blog posts soon!

Slap It... my butt lamp, that is!

I love novelty items. I also have a thing for lamps. And, I like spanking, both giving and receiving. These days, it's more the latter.

Well, my birthday was this past summer. With Christmas coming up, I will ask my guy if he would like to gift me this fine lamp:



Yes, it's a butt lamp called Slap It. You spank your cute butt lamp to turn it on, and perhaps yourself!

It's not a cheap lamp, though. So, my guy will have to spank me first for suggesting that he shell out for such an expensive lamp. I'm okay with that.

Kissing in an elevator to ourselves

There is something exciting and romantic about sharing a kiss in an elevator with my guy. The unfortunate part is that we kiss until we hit the third floor at the office. I shouldn't complain, though. It is a pleasure when we get to kiss in an elevator to ourselves.

My guy and I came back from lunch the other day. He parked his car. We got out and headed towards the office building.

We pressed the button. The elevator came. We were the only ones going into the elevator. Good.

The door closed. My guy cornered me. We kissed passionately, with my guy's body pressed up against mine. I wrapped my hands around his body as we kissed. I could feel his hard member up against my crotch.

"See you later," my guy said to me as the doors opened on the third floor.
"See you," I said, smiling at him.

He blew me a kiss. I waved back at him. It's the perfect way to being an afternoon at the office.

Shopping for a car, sending a sweet note, and missing me

My guy is looking for a car. He tends to get a used car every three to four years. He is looking to get a manual one, as he is tired driving his nearly four-year-old automatic.

He told me the other day that he was going to look for one and to wish him luck. I replied that I would cross my fingers once I was done typing and wanted to hear what happened.

He wrote me a quick message:

Hey there sweet thing,
The car I saw wasn't that great. I will see other cars. Keep your pretty fingers crossed.

I like when we calls me sweet thing. He also misses me when he says that my fingers are pretty in a message.

He's sweet, despite not finding the right car. I told him that he will eventually. He just needs to continue looking.

Grey slacks, Fifty Shades, and Mr. Meanie

My guy and I were headed to our usual restaurant for lunch the other day. He drove us there.

I noticed that he was wearing a nice pair of pants.

"I bought these grey pants from Costco," my guy said proudly.
"I like them. They feel good," I remarked, as I caressed his thigh.
"The only thing is that I have a lot of grey pants. Am I becoming Mr. Grey?" he asked.
"You're getting there," I said, smiling at him. We both know that I love the Fifty Shades of Grey movie.
"We should watch that movie together," he suggested.
"Yes, we should. I can tell you what my favourite parts are," I said. 

Naturally, we both know that I like the spanking scenes.

My guy is my Mr. Grey. I just call him Mr. Meanie.

Rubbing, kissing, and hugging after work

Towards the end of my workday on Monday, I had the urge to ping my guy on our work instant messaging application.

"Are you done for the day?" I asked him.
"Yes. You?" he reciprocated.
"I am. Yay!"
"Would you like to drop by?" he asked me.
"Sure."

I'd say roughly fifteen minutes later, I went to visit him on the third floor. He was sitting in front of his computer, answering e-mails.

We chatted. We held hands. He likes when I am affectionate. I like it when he is, too.

My guy stood up and rubbed the back of my arm. He then moved towards caressing my left breast.

"You are so bad," I said to him.
"It feels good, right?" he asked rhetorically.

It has been a while since he has leaned over while he is standing and I am sitting to kiss me. It was such a sweet kiss. I caressed his head with my right hand as we kissed, with his lips being perpendicular to mine.

I reached over to caress his hard cock. He liked that. I don't normally do it, but it was a lot of fun. He asked me to do it more often. I simply replied that I am and will.

Just before we left the room to head out, my guy and I embraced and kissed some more. It's nice when we are both in the office. It makes work more bearable for both of us.

Conversations with some sexual innuendos mixed in at lunch time

The conversations that my guy and I have are fun. It's the chemistry that we have, as my guy would say.

We were walking over to our usual restaurant for lunch last week. It was becoming a pretty warm day.

"It's so warm. I am overdressed," I remarked, wearing a short-sleeved sweater and a pair of slacks.
"You are always overdressed," my guy said, smirking at me.
"I can't walk around naked in public, you know," I replied.
"I wouldn't mind it at all," my guy stated, approving the idea.

We then sat down at the table and looked at the restaurant menu.

"What are we doing today?" my guy asked me.
"I'd like to do you," I said to him.
"I would love if you would do me," he said approvingly.

All of this excitement happened before we even ordered lunch!

Beetle, lacy panties, and a nice bottom

I rented a Beetle over a year ago when I was in Denver, CO. It was a fun car to drive. The door was a bit heavy to open, simply because I am a sedan girl. Still, I loved driving around in it.

Well, I have yet to see this version of the Beetle in my neighbhourhood. The spanker would need quite the spanking implement on that cute backside.

I found this image on Twitter somewhere. I don't know who to credit, but the image caught my attention, simply because I like lacy panties and this Beetle has a nice backside!

Pleasing him, receiving a hard spanking, and having a dinner date

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy and I had some quality time after work. We left work at around 16:00 and headed to our usual spot.

We had to move to a different parking lot. There were more cars there than normal. My guy found me and we drove across the street to park at the Greek orthodox church. There is a first for everything!

My guy and I parked, and we got into the backseat of my car. We cuddled for a bit, which was nice. He kissed me on my head as I rested it against his chest.

After he had pleasured me nicely and I woke up from being so relaxed, it was my time to please him. I caressed his hard cock that was in his pants. He couldn't take it any longer, which involved my guy removing his pants and briefs, allowing me to touch his erect penis.

We both like intertwining our legs from time to time. This time, my thighs were on top of his, which his erect cock between my thighs. I gentle moved moved my thighs up an down his. My guy seemed to like my thighs playing with his cock.

I ended up giving him a handjob. Our legs shifted a bit, where I simply had my right thigh against his balls and penis. My guy loved all of it. He came all over my hand and thigh. The warmth was nice.

We cleaned up and rested for a while. We then had our usual fun chatting session, which ended up with my protesting that I am a good girl.

"Of course, I am a good girl! My bottom isn't sore," I reasoned.
"Your butt is going to be sore. Where is your wooden ruler?" he asked me in a dopey voice.
"It's in the glove compartment," I said.
"I am too dopey to reach it. Go get it," he summoned.
"You're too dopey to spank me," I insisted.
"No, I can spank you with the ruler. I just can't do it with my hand," he pointed out.
"I don't want to get it," I stated, playing a whiny girl.
"Get it now. Otherwise, your spanking with be longer than you think," he threatened.
"Okay," I said, bending over to get it.
"I want you in that position once you hand the ruler to me."

I handed the ruler to him and assumed the position. He slapped me hard with the ruler. My favourite exchange came something like the following:

"You are a bad girl," he stated, continuing to alternate slaps on each buttock.
"I'm good. You're wrong," I said rebelliously.
"I have told you many times to be good... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times, at least," with a slap for each counted number.
"You're so mean!"
"You will be a good girl and listen to me," he stated, continuing to smack my backside hard.
"No!"
"Yes, Sir," he prompted me, smacking each buttock with each word.
"No, Sir," I mocked.
"Yes, Sir!" he said, continuing to slap each buttock in succession.

This banter happened for a bit until I bursted out in laugher.

"Why are you laughing?" my guy asked me.
"When you say 'Yes, Sir,' it sounds like someone is saying your name in a horrible Chinese accent!"

We both agreed and laughed. We cuddled some more. I had a nice sore bottom this time.

My guy was hungry. All that fun activity worked up our appetites. We headed to our usual Chinese restaurant, but for dinner. Thank goodness we got a booth. I could rest my sore bottom on the cushioned booth seats.

Dinner date, sweet comments, and potential bad girl and spank me tattoos on my butt

My guy asked whether I was free for dinner on Friday night. We were both at work. I had just finished a meeting. I was game.

We went to our usual Chinese restaurant. We drove over there separately. I got out of my car and my guy was standing next to his, looking at me as I walked towards him. We then went into the restaurant, sat down, and caught up with each other.

My guy is sweet. He was oozing sweet comments about me.

He told me that he saw me walking towards him and loved how cute I am. He went on to say that I was his cute girl who looked like a doll. He told me how proud he was of me and my accomplishments. He truly was in a loving mood.

As we were eating dinner (he had the General Tso's beef and I had the spicy garlic chicken), we got to talking about my pert posterior.

"You are so bad," my guy said to me with a huge smile.
"You know that I am a good girl," I protested.
"No, you're not. Your bare butt should have bad girl tattooed," my guy commented.
"And, my other cheek should have a bullseye that says spank me," I added.
"Yes, and I'd spank you all the time."

There are days when I wish he would spank me for a while. I love being his bad girl.

Spontaneous spanking for allegedly being a bad girl

This past Tuesday, my guy and I went out for lunch. We went to our usual restaurant. It was pretty busy.

We normally get a booth, but we got a table with two wooden chairs instead. We both sat down.

"My butt doesn't hurt," I remarked.
"We can change that," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"You are never a good girl. I need to punish you," he stated.
"When you look up good girl in the dictionary, my face is next to the definition," I teased.
"I don't think so. Your sore red bottom is the photo next to bad girl in that dictionary," he teased.

We had a good time catching up on our day and laughing. I ordered the spicy garlic chicken and he ordered the chilli beef. After we had finished eating, my guy paid and we headed to his car.

My guy made a surprising move and turned right.

"This way isn't to the office," I remarked.
"I know," he said, pulling into a parking lot where we had some treehouse fun the other day.

My guy parked his car.

"I want your butt in the backseat now. I have to punish you," he said.
"You don't have to," I said, playing a frightened little girl.

It has been ages since we went into the backseat of my guy's car. He has a two-door sedan, which can be a challenge climbing in and out of it. We were good doing it, though.

We looked at each other.

"We don't have much time, so I suggest that you go across my knee now," he stated firmly.
"Okay," I said, acting intimidated.

He spanked me with his hand across my dark blue pants. It hurt and I loved every moment. He scolded me for being a bad girl, with each smack seemingly landing harder across my bottom than the previous one. I tried to protect my butt with my hand, but he held it tight, away from my bottom as he continued to spank me. He then skillfully made me reach orgasm, which was a nice release for the afternoon.

I rested across his lap for a bit. He continued to lovingly smack my butt. I asked him whether he was going to stop. He continued. I finally made him stop by getting up and kissing him. We had a decent, passionate kissing session. One of my hands was brushing against my guy's hard cock, which he liked. We both enjoyed making out.

We had to get back to the office, so making my guy happy had to wait for a bit. We got back into the front of my guy's car and my guy drove us to the office.

"I'm still a good girl, right?" I asked him.
"Of course, not," he replied. "You haven't sucked me in ages."

He had a point. It's fun being his bad girl.