19 facts about butts

A week ago or so, I stumbled across a post on social media about 19 things that everyone should know about butts. Since this post is my last one for April and it signifies my posting every day of this month, it is fitting to share a fun post with everyone.

Here are my thoughts about a few of these facts:

I have pygophilia (fact number 2). You can grope my butt or I can do the same to my guy, and it turns me on. I like looking at butts. I can't lie. I am fortunate that my guy has a cute one. It's a wonderful distraction!

My guy is dasypyga (fact number 4). Well, I don't think he has a full-on hairy butt. It's fuzzy and I love it.

Although I love being spanked these days, I suppose that it's true that women tend to be spankees than spankers (fact number 10). I am still a switch, though. I fantasize about my guy spanking me, but I also enjoy thinking about having my guy over my knee for a hard spanking. A girl can dream! 

I am not sure about fact number 13, which mentions that people with big butts produce smart kids. My parents don't exactly have huge backsides. I would like to think that I am a fairly bright woman. I will need to ask my guy whether his parents have huge butts. He's an incredibly intelligent person. 

Finally, I like eating fruits and vegetables. I haven't asked my butt whether it is happy (fact number 16). However, I think it's more about being regular than having a happy bottom here. Then again, what do I know?

I do know that I love spankings and how aroused I get. That's my fact.

Flower fly swatters as spanking implements

As mentioned in a previous post, I visited the local dollar store. I was there to get some Krazy Glue for one of the wheel stoppers on my Gazelle glider, which I use practically daily to work out as I watch TV.

My guy, whom I affectionally call Cheap Bastard now and again, got me into visiting the store. The first couple of months that we were dating, he managed to buy a couple of bamboo spatulas from a dollar store as spanking implements. They work effectively and they have not splintered across my bare bottom.

As I browsed, I noticed the garden section. Yes, here's hoping that winter is finally over!

I found a two-pack of flower-shaped fly swatters. They look like this picture, except that one of flowers is purple:

I tested them out my slapping one of them against the back of my hand. They are pretty flexible that I am sure that they pack many decent swats across my backside.

I told my guy about my find. He was proud that I got them for a decent price, that they were in my favourite two colours, and that he couldn't wait to spank me with them.

It was a wonderful find. I will report back on how they fair when I get spanked with them.

My guy making a rare appearance at work on Friday

My guy is going through another bout of depression. I have been giving him some breathing room, so he can sort out his feelings. We both hope that his mood will improve.

He was supposed to be at work this week for some training seminars. However, when I communicated with him on Tuesday, he said that he decided to stay at home. I simply told him to let me know when he was in the office.

On Friday, I didn't bring my lunch. Most of my team members could not go out for lunch. My boss was free, so we went to a vegetarian dim sum place. The food was tasty. I felt full for hours.

When we got back from lunch, I saw my guy exiting the building. We were both shocked to see each other. We each were with a colleague, so we kept our chat brief. My guy was smiling. He seemed like his usual self.

At 17:00, I had had enough of work and decided to wrap up the week. I typically stay longer than this departure time, but I often work more hours than I decided to pack up and go.

I was about to turn off my laptop. My guy sent me a message on our company's instant messaging program. I asked my guy if he needed anything, as I was powering off my laptop. He quickly pointed out that he wanted to wish me a good weekend. I knew that he was in a better mood.

I asked him whether he would like to chat. He was fine spending some time talking to me over tea. We met in one of the lunchrooms. We were both sitting close to it.

Of course, a software developer decided to track me down to ask me a question at the end of the workday and workweek. We spent perhaps ten minutes talking.

I then met my guy in the lunchroom. It was nice to see him. He looked good.

He confirmed that his mood was good today. He confessed that it was horrible for him the day before. He shared with me an app on his phone that lets him track his mood. It comes with analytical graphics. It's a useful tool.

I asked him whether I could hold his hand. Normally, we wouldn't do it at work, in a fairly public setting. Without waiting for a reply, I held his hand under the table. He liked that. He felt good. So did I.

We chatted some more about our week. We both cracked jokes like we usually do. It felt normal.

Baby steps. Friday was a positive, optimistic sign.

Passing of the ex-hubby -- reflections of being spanked as an adult by him

I found out about my ex-hubby's passing simply by doing a Google search.

To make an extremely long story short, our marriage was not a pleasant one for me. I needed to make a clean break from him, as it was an unhealthy relationship that I was in for many years. However, in his view, he thought that all was well and was devastated when I decided to file divorce papers.

His health had been in decline for a while. I hope that he is at peace.

When I first read his obituary, I wasn't sad. I was relieved in the sense that the unhealthy feelings and negativity that he cast on me would cease at long last.

However, I have fond memories of our relationships when things were good. I remember our first kiss and how special it felt. He took me to my first musical, The Phantom of the Opera. I felt special going out in a white sweater and black pants. I also got to discretely grope his hard cock towards the end of the musical.

He took me to my first NHL game. We watched hockey as often as we could. I also got the travel bug from him. I wanted to see the world and I still do.

He was the first man who spanked my backside as an adult. I was shy about having my bare bottom exposed, but I wanted to be spanked badly. He made me feel comfortable. He used a wooden clothes hanger, cane, slipper, bare hand, wooden paddle, and many other fun implements. I love being spanked to this day.

I also became fond of giving spankings. He loved being over my knee, with my wearing a short black skirt and pantyhose.

May he rest in peace.

Z is for zipper (new) and zap (update)

When I did a similar a-to-z blog challenge nearly a year ago, I chose zap to be my z word theme. Although I could have done it again for this post, I will provide an update on my zap post and go right into this challenge's z word.

I was at the dollar store the other day. I got some nice goodies that make perfect spanking implements. I will share that soon.

Last year, I wrote about electric paddles that emit a zap. These paddles are for getting rid of flies and other pesky bug in the summer. They have also been used as spanking implements. Coincidentally, I found them at the dollar store. One was even in purple, my favourite colour.

Part of me does not trust getting such a device from a cheap dollar store. The other part of me is curious to try it out as part of a spanking. I am still debating purchasing it.

Anyway, this post is my last of the challenge. It has been fun and pretty challenging to try and not duplicate the same batch of word themes that I have used in the past.

I have a fascination with zippers. These days, I tend to buy articles of clothing with uniquely placed zippers.

For a while now, I own a purple sweater that has a functional zipper on my left shoulder. My guy loves this sweater. He unzips it and likes to expose my bra strap when we make out. Sometimes, he even pulls this part of my sweater down as far as he can, to get access to my breasts for groping and seeing more of my bare skin.

I have another cardigan sweater where the zipper is placed on an angle, but closer to my right side. I also like zippers that unzip on the sides of my sweater.

My best purchases was a baseball sweatshirt with two zippers where the colours change between the front and the sleeves. My guy loves unzipping both zippers to fondle my breasts.

My guy has a knack for unzipping my pants to play with me. I like reciprocating, except that I unzip his fly a lot slower, which gets him extremely excited. I then play with his hard cock for a bit before we let it out of his briefs and pants for some playtime.

Zippers are functional. They are also sexy in preparation for quality time.

Y is for yandwich

My guy's first name starts with the letter y. My guy looks sweet, adorable, and at peace when he sleeps.

When we first shared a bed together in St. Louis a few years ago (he was there for work and I took a week of vacation), I noticed that my guy sleeps resting his head on a pillow, and places another one on top of his head. It's endearing. It's also clever because the pillow on top of his head blocks out both the light and sound.

Because it looks like he has two slices of bed cradling his head, I have deemed his pillow method of sleeping to be the Yandwich.

In Montreal, on our last morning together before I drove home, my guy slept with the top pillow off his head for a brief period. To me, it was only fitting to call that the open-faced Yandwich.

X is for bent over a Xerox machine for a spanking

Each floor at the office has a printing room. We happen to have an all-in-one machine that prints, scans, staples, and faxes. It is indeed a Xerox machine in all our printing rooms.

I had the most delightful fantasy the other day. My guy and I are fetching our printouts in one of these room. The paper jams. I try and fix the issue, but the printer just sits there, out of service.

My guy has an important document that he needs and blames the malfunction on me for no apparent reason.

I protest. He feels that I have gone too far. He bends me over the Xerox machine, pulls down my panties, lifts my skirt up, and spanks me hard with his bare hand.

It would be wonderful if we could re-enact this fine scenario one of these days. The problem is that our rooms are not completely private at the office. We have windows where people can peek through. So, we'd have to give this a whirl after hours.

Of course, having a somewhat not-so-private room makes this scenario exciting!

W is for whiskers and belt welts

This post is a mix of thoughts that I have had recently.

The other day, I decided to purchase a hair removal system that permanently gets rid of unwanted hair. There have been some promising scientific studies on this device.

Several years ago, I tried one product that seemed to work. My guy has remarked that my legs are smooth, even if I forget to shave my legs. The downside to the device that I used back then is that I can't get replacement sticky pads for it.

Since my twenties, I have had facial stubble around my chin and jawline. I tend to pluck them. However, I cannot do any plucking while using this new hair removal system. Instead, I need to shave daily.

I must have at least forty hairs. I do feel like a guy when I shave my face, but only for a minute.

I have also been thinking about having the belt used for a future spanking. My guy wants to try it. It does turn me on when he holds his brown belt in his hand, moments after he has removed it from his belt loop.

I still fear getting welts, although I have been reassured that it won't happen and that my guy will take it easy on me. My guy encourages me to try it. I may like it. He has always been more of a risk taker than I am. I admire that quality in him.

I will keep you posted on both experiences down the road.

V is for video release for Fifty Shades of Grey

As you know from a previous post, I haven't read the Fifty Shade of Grey trilogy. I doubt that I ever will.

When I was in Montreal, I finally decided to see the movie at the theatre across from where I was staying. I loved it. I loved the movie so much that I want to see it again.

I recently received an e-certificate for a one-night stay at a hotel. It expires within the next six days. I decided to use it last Friday.

It's fun checking in to a hotel. I was away from home, so it was a nice staycation. I was much closer to my workplace, so getting there after work wasn't a huge journey. It had a kitchenette. I brought some food and made myself some dinner.

I powered on the television. Sure enough, Fifty Shades of Grey was one of the pay-per-view movies.

It was so tempting. Should I watch it?

Instead, I found out through iTunes that the movie will be released on May 1st. I will likely be the proud owner of that movie, so I can play the spanking scenes over and over again.

U is for up

It was towards the end of the workday last week. I was at the office on the third floor. I needed to head back to the fifth floor, where I normally work.

I tend to take the elevator upstairs. When I think about it, I should use the stairs more often.

Anyway, the elevator came. The doors opened. I caught a couple making out. They saw me and they seemed somewhat surprised. I felt a bit uncomfortable. However, they reminded me of my guy and me making out.

"Sorry to intrude," I said, entering the elevator. "As soon as I leave, you guys can resume."
"It's okay," the man said. "There's no Aerosmith."
"It's too bad that there isn't any Muzak in these elevators," I said, which made them both laugh.

I wished them a good evening and left the elevator, smiling. They were a lighter version of my guy and me. They were missing the groping, fondling, pinching, and spanking that we often do.

T is for talking

My guy suffers from depression. I noticed towards the end of my recent trip with him that it was creeping up.

He goes through a stage in which he does not want to talk to anyone. It is quite the challenge, considering that he trains people for a living. He would rather be by himself. It is his way to cope with how he feels.

As for me, I find it difficult to give him the space to cope, without making him feel the extra pressure of being with me. Yet, I still want him to talk to me, so I know that he is okay. I don't think that not talking to anyone is healthy.

I don't like to see him this way. He has admitted that he has to work his way out of it. I am there for support, but it is difficult for me not to take how he is personally when he withdrawals from chatting with me and others. It helped that we talked it out on Friday night.

He is okay with having chats with me after work. I am glad that I am an exception. Next week, he is actually a trainee. I am hoping that he feels like his normal self soon.

Even in his current state, he managed to look at my seafoam-coloured nail polish on my fingers and say that he liked the polish. It's definitely an encouraging sign.

S is for skirts and spankings

My guy loves when I wear a skirt. I don't wear one often. However, when I feel like being a girlie girl and when the weather gets warmer, I tend to wear one.

"It's getting warm outside," my guy said to me the other day. "I love your bare legs."
"I know. I get to wear skirts more often," I said, agreeing with him.
"I can't wait when you do, so I can put you over my knee, lift up your skirt, pull down your lacy panties, and spank you hard like the bad girl that you are."

I'd love that. We need to move to a tropical climate, so I can get spanked daily and often.

R is for remote

My dad recently bought a new 55" television that is curved. I visited my parents the other day and noticed him fussing over it.

He was having difficulty setting it up. I asked him where the instruction manual was. My dad is a typical guy who would rather figure out how to hook up the TV without consulting instructions. He told me that he was "too busy to read them." Okay.

My dad handed me the television remote and asked me to figure out how to power on the TV. So, I did. It took me perhaps a couple of seconds, as the most.

My mom laughed so hard.

The good news is that we got the television set up and my parents are happy campers who can watch their favourite shows again on a larger screen.

Q is for quality time

My guy and I love quality time. It's pretty evident from the posts that I have written so far!

It can be as simple as us cuddling together in bed. My guy can be groping my butt, which leads to a spanking. It is then my turn to give my guy a blowjob. It's fun and exciting. It's intimate and loving. It's just plain nice.

I enjoy curling up next to my guy after getting a hard spanking. He loves wrapping his arms around me when he is dopey. It's a wonderful, perfect feeling.

P is for pants

It was Monday morning. It was our first morning in Montreal.

My guy and I woke up at 07:00. He didn't have his cell phone by his bedside. Instead, it was across the room, charging.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.
"I sleep better with pants on," he said in his honest, boyish way.

My guy walked across the room to get his phone and finally shut off the alarm. It was the best way for me to wake up.

I admired his bare butt from afar. Although waking up to an obnoxious alarm wasn't great, seeing his bare bottom made up for it and more!

O is for early morning orgasms

Last Wednesday morning, I woke up at 06:40 and thought that my guy was late getting up to head off to work. After all, the previous day, he set his phone's obnoxious alarm to 06:00.

I debated whether to personally wake him up. I decided to attend to my bladder, which felt like it wanted to explode at any moment.

I quietly walked up to my guy in bed. He had a pillow over his head. His left cheek was on the pillow, but he was twisted such that his left arm was closest to me. His left palm was facing up.

I didn't hesitate and held his hand, like I have so often. I made circles in his palm. He knew it was me. He immediately pulled off his pillow that was protecting his head, turned around, and said good morning.

Of course, I had to ask whether he was late getting up. He confided that he had set his alarm for 07:00. At this stage, I had him up thirteen minutes early. He was okay with it.

He asked me how I was. I was good, but told him that he was Mr Meanie last night, as I sat next to him on the bed. It wasn't his fault. He was sleepy, but we neither spent any cuddling, nor quality time together.

My guy looks sweet first thing in the morning. He rested quietly in bed with his eyes closed. I hugged him for a bit. He told me that he needed to shave. I caressed his face and chin. I agreed with him.

He was finally fully awake. I was still sitting crosslegged on the bed. He played with my right nipple.

"How come you're not wearing a bra?" he asked me, playing with my erect nipple.
"Because you told me not to in the past, remember? You spanked me for wearing one to bed."
"I love how easily stimulated you get," he said, continuing his handy finger work on my nipple.
"Now, I am going to have abnormal nipples," I commented.
"No, you won't," he assured me, working on my left nipple.

It always feels so good when he plays with my nipples.

"Come lie down next to me," he insisted, gently pulling me towards him.

My guy was spooning me. I love when he does that.

He rubbed his bare legs against mine. He immediately groped my left buttock. He quickly moved to my crotch.

"You are so bad. Yet, it feels so good," I stated.

My guy slipped his hand under my pyjama shorts and panties, and continued groping my butt. Soon, we were both slipping my panties and shorts off.

He pleasured my wet pussy with his fingers. I was completely aroused. Moments later, I reached orgasm.

He hugged me tight and let me enjoy the moment. He then felt like fingering my butt. He hasn't done that for a while. It also helped that my period had ended the day before! I reached orgasm yet again and was limp in his arms.

My guy hugged and kissed me before he got on with his day. He came back moments later and put his comforter over me before he went back to shave.

I asked my guy whether he was running late. He wasn't. He actually got to work too early the day before.

"If I am asked why I am late, I will say that I had more pressing issues to attend to this morning," he explained, sporting a grin while telling me.
"Yes, like pressing your hard cock against my bare thigh," I remarked, which we both agreed was both sensual and erotic.

We both got dressed and then headed to the lounge for some breakfast. We were both hungry. Going to bed early and having some fun quality time in the morning does that to us.

N is for nails - fingers and toes!

My guy is an observant person. He can tell when I have cut my bangs or whether I am wearing a new sweater.

When we first met up at the hotel in Montreal a week ago, we went up to the room, had a bit of fun, and then went back to my guy's rented car to find a place to grab some dinner. We found a nice deli a few blocks away.

My guy and I sat at a cozy booth. He looked at my nails and noticed the lavender purple nail polish that I had on. He liked it a ton and told me so as he continued holding my hands across the table.

After dinner, we drove back to the hotel. We both changed and hit the shower, with my going in first while my guy looked up the address of our office in Montreal.

When I stepped out of the shower, my guy looked down at my toes.

"Wow, you have dark purple nail polish on your toes," he said, nodding approvingly.
"Yes, you know that I love purple."
"I do. You have purple toenails and purple fingernails," he remarked. "And, you saw Fifty Shades of Grey earlier today. I see a pattern," he teased.

It's always good when your loved one notices such details. It feels great.

M is for malls

I tend not to walk an entire mall these days. The malls near me are huge in the sense that you can spend countless hours there. Knowing me, I'd end up cleaning out all the money in my bank account.

In Montreal, I went to outlets and box stores. For some reason, going to several of these stores is enough for me. 

When I had returned to Toronto, I noticed that my iPhone screen had lifted at the top. I couldn't push the screen back down and be flush. I decided to book a Genius Bar appointment at my local Apple store (the nearest one is fairly new, but parking can be a challenge on the weekend). So, I had no choice but to visit the mall.

First, I was told that the entire screen needed to be replaced. I was fine with that. I signed the work order and was told that it would take an hour. So, I walked around the mall.

It's a pretty big mall. To avoid spending, I sat down on a comfortable leather bench and relaxed. Over an hour later, I went back to the Apple store.

It turns out that my iPhone's battery was "swollen," meaning that the screen could not be upgraded. Instead, I got a new replacement phone for free! It is a good thing that I had backed up all my data.

The downside? All my apps appeared on my new phone, but the apps weren't downloaded properly. So, I had to manually do that. Luckily, I had the entire weekend to do this task. It wasn't bad, though. I got rid of many apps that I no longer use and all is well.

L is for lifting weights

I had a rude awakening on Tuesday morning. At 06:00, the sound of my guy's obnoxious alarm on his phone woke us up. The sound was a combination of an annoying car alarm and a vibrator that had gone haywire.

My heart felt like it wanted to separate permanently from my body for a bit. I told my guy that even I don't set my alarm that early when I expect to show up at work by 08:30. He smiled and thought that I was cute, but that I had a point.

My guy had slept pretty well, so I was pleased. He wanted to go to the gym and asked if I wanted to accompany him. We have never worked out together, so it was a nice first for both of us.

I had bought a $5 black t-shirt from Old Navy the day before. It had the number four on the front. I am not superstitious, as the number is bad luck in the Chinese culture.

My guy asked why that number was on my shirt. I had told him that my shirt also came in orange, which had the number nine on it. When you put both shirts together, you get 94, which is the year (1994) in which Old Navy was established. I don't look good in orange and this shirt didn't come in my size, so I lucked out.

I noticed that the washing instructions tag was inside my new t-shirt, on my left side. I said that it was bugging me, but that I liked my t-shirt. Without any hesitation, my guy found his utility knife and offered to remove the tag. He did it carefully and thoroughly. The tag no longer irritated my side. He's handy and thoughtful.

When I travel, I have a swimsuit, cover-up, shorts, and a t-shirt with me. I like to squeeze in a workout when I can. Luckily, these articles of clothing don't take up much space in my suitcase.

My guy worked out at a leisurely pace. He walked on the treadmill for a while. I started off with the elliptical machine because I like working my calves, hamstrings, butt, and heart.

I moved over to the lat pull and leg press machines, before ending my workout with the exercise bike. My guy moved over to do free weights and ended up stretching on the mat. He has a nicely toned chest, which I love resting my head against when we're cuddling. He also has nice biceps that I like touching and caressing.

We both left the gym after working out and headed back to the hotel to change into our regular clothes. He ironed the dress shirt that I had bought him over a year ago and I admired his handy work.

We then when to the lounge to get some breakfast. We chatted as we downed a pretty decent breakfast.

Afterwards, we went back to our room. My guy hugged me and left for work. I wished him a good day. As for me, I headed off to a bunch of outlet stores that I had passed by en route to Montreal.

K is for a kiss

My guy and I love kissing each other. When we do, we can often go for minutes. It's a problem when we have to leave immediately for work or something.

My guy had to go to work the day that I was leaving Montreal. For me, it would be an easy drive home, so I didn't have a set time to leave.

After we had breakfast together, we headed back to our room. He gathered his laptop and hat. He told me to drive safely and let him know when I had arrived home. He knows that I have a lead foot when I drive and told me to ease off the accelerator. I nodded obediently.

I wished him a safe drive to work and a great day. You could tell that we wanted to kiss, but knew that we would be in a lip lock for a while. Instead, we embraced each other tightly.

He left the room and I continued to pack.

Five minutes later, I heard him come through the door.

"Hello!" he exclaimed, trying to find me. I was off to the side, packing away my toiletries.
"Hey, you're back!" I said, surprised to see him so soon. "What did you forget?"
"My change," he said, picking up half the toonies and quarters off the desk.
"You're not going to take all your change?" I asked him curiously.
"No, I'm good with half my stash."

Our eyes met. We both knew that we should have kissed earlier. We made up for it. It was one sweet kiss that didn't make us want to make out, take off our clothes, and spend the rest of the day in bed together. It was meaningful and loving.

We hugged yet again. Our hug felt nice, too. It was a decent, long one. I hugged him tight. He reciprocated.

"If I see you back for a third time, I will be concerned. But, I won't mind seeing you so soon," I said, smiling at him.

My guy smiled back at me, blew me a kiss, and left for work.

J is for joke and jerk -- a double-paddling evening

My guy started the day off by taking his belt off a pair of pants that he had worn the day before. The belt fell, landing on the carpeted floor. I picked it up. He wrapped most of the belt around his hand and thought that it would be good to punish me with it.

I am a bit hesitant about getting the belt across my backside. Getting welts terrifies me. My guy said that we should try it and that he would take it easy on me. We'll see how that goes when I am ready.

After work, my guy picked me up at the hotel and we drove over to Costco. We ate at the food court, because he was getting hungry. He bought me a hot dog. It was a miracle! He told me that I have been good about not eating hot dogs so often, so he was okay buying me one. He got the Montreal smoked meat sandwich (it makes sense, now that we are in the city). I suggested that we also get fries with gravy. We both don't normally eat fries, but the ones at Costco are yummy.

My guy doesn't normally do gravy. He tried it and liked it. Perhaps one day, I will convince him to eat a hot dog. However, it is a victory for me to just have him buy one without telling me that eating one is bad for me.

We then walked around the store. We didn't get anything that stood out. Afterwards, we went to Winners and Best Buy before heading back to our hotel room.

I was looking for a case for my Bose speaker. I was telling him earlier that I had found it, but no one was willing to help me out at the Bose store. My guy said that the sales guy was a Bose-zo. It was my guy's attempt at telling a punny joke. He's cute that way.

My guy wanted to spank me before we both hit the sack. He was playing the stern disciplinarian, telling me to go get the leather paddle. I didn't want to. He threatened to use the belt on me. I got scared and suggested that he use the slippers that were in the room.

He did a test run on me. The sound that the slipper was making against my buttocks was nice, but it didn't hurt me. Instead, he went back to demanding that I fetch the leather paddle.

I reluctantly got it. He told me to give it to him. I played the girl who was too afraid to. Eventually, I did. He then gestured to go over his knee. I resisted at first, which he managed to swat me a couple of times before I was finally over his knee.

He spanked me hard with the leather paddle. He reinforced the fact that I am always a bad girl. I kicked up my feet when it hurt. He tapped my feet and calves, and continued slapping my butt. It hurt, but I loved it.

He then played with my crotch and, eventually, I came. It was nice. I then cuddled up to him and he held me.

We watched a bit of TV.

"I need to spank you again," he stated.
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"For not playing with my hard cock," he reasoned.
"But, you didn't tell me that you wanted me to do that," I whined.
"It's understood. Get over my knee,"
"No," I said defiantly.
"Don't make me pull you over my knee myself," he said sternly.

I got out of my cuddling position, kissed his forehead, and obediently when over his knee.

The second round of smacks with the leather paddle hurt a lot more. I loved it. He has never spanked me twice within an hour.

After my second paddling, I hugged him tightly for a bit. I then nuzzled his erect penis. I then reached in his pants to play with it before we both pulled down both his briefs and pants.

I gave my guy a handjob. He loves when I jerk him off. It showed.

We both had a good evening. I tucked him in and kissed him goodnight.

I is for intimate insolence

On Sunday night, we drove back to the hotel after having a delicious dinner. When we got back to the room, my guy had to look up the address of our company in Montreal. He was okay having me take a shower first.

I had to wash my hair, so I took a bit longer. I came out all relaxed and fresh. It was then my guy's turn.

The sad thing about the room is that we have two double beds. I felt like my guy was so far away. He tried to convince me that I'd have more blankets, as he tends to hog them whenever we are sleeping in the same bed.

My guy and I do fit on the same bed. We cuddled for a bit. He then found my bottom and gave me several smacks with his bare hand.

"You are such a bad girl," he said, accenting the end of his sentence with a hard smack.
"How am I bad girl?" I asked him rhetorically.
"You are always bad. I want to play with you, but you're on your period," he reasoned, continuing his hard assault on my butt.
"I can't control that," I reasoned.
"But, it's still your body, so it's your fault," he explained.

The smacks came harder and lasted longer than I had expected. I must have received at least fifty smacks. I enjoyed every moment of it. He did manage to make me reach orgasm, as I was so turned on by being spanked and fondled.

As for him, I gave him a handjob. I tried something new by rubbing his erect penis with both my hands. I loved how it felt in my hands and how smooth its head was.

My guy came again. We cuddled for a bit. I was rubbing my bottom. My guy asked whether the spanking was too hard. My butt did hurt, but I told him that he spanked me well.

H is for hotel

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G is for groceries

The hotel that I am staying at in Montreal is comfortable. I love the kitchenette. I tend to get groceries and cook. Of course, there is a downside to staying in the room to cook -- I end up sacrificing some sightseeing time.

Anyway, the hotel is nice to serve both hot and cold breakfast items. I had the scrambled eggs, but they were bland. The sausage patties were fine. The small pancakes were cute, but tasted more like cake. I also had pineapple chunks and lemon tea, which were both fabulous.

Tomorrow, I may just get some fruit and tea, and come back to my room to make myself some breakfast. I have decided to check out a bit later. My guy flies in later that evening, so I don't want too strenuous of a day.

When it comes to food, I like a lot of flavour. I went to IGA, a local grocery store here that used to be in Ontario. I got local Quebecois favourites, such as tourtiere and baked beans. I also got pecan tarts for dessert. They were all delicious.

I will always be a foodie at heart. My guy knows that all too well. He is used to my taking photos of everything I eat. My habit is rubbing off on him. He does that, too!

F is for Fifty Shades of Grey

After nearly two months since Fifty Shades of Grey was released, I went to see it at the local movie theatre in Montreal, roughly two blocks away from my hotel.Yes, it took me this long.

I went for a matinee. I had checked out of my hotel at 12:45 pm and went over there. I was running a bit late and didn't get any popcorn or snacks. I'm glad that I didn't.

I haven't read the trilogy. Reviews have indicated that the writing is poor, among other anomalies.

As for me, I liked the movie. It made me happy.

I liked how Christian Grey says that he would make Anastasia's backside sore for a week. I am probably paraphrasing, so I'll need to revisit the exact quotation someday. I also enjoyed how he put her over his knee, hiked up her skirt, pulled down her lacy panties, and spanked her with his hand for rolling her eyes at him. It is reminiscent of my guy and me on many levels.

Although I knew that the ending was rather abrupt, I felt that it was fitting. Grey is an abrupt kind of guy, as demonstrated throughout the movie.

I also liked when he carried her over his shoulder and gave her a smack on her butt. Nice!

Luckily, I did not masturbate in the dark. The spanking parts did arouse me. Being tied up with a tie is something that I have enjoyed in the past. My guy doesn't wear a tie, but I could buy one for him for this occasion.

This weekend, I actually brought some rope. It'll be fun. I am finally with my guy at long last.

E is for eggs

You would think that with today being Easter that this post would be about the day's religious significance. Or, you could look at the day often being associated with eggs hatching and chicks growing up to be adult birds. Of course, you could also look at it from a commercialized viewpoint of marketing chocolate eggs to those with a sweet tooth.

For years, I made myself eggs for breakfast. I stopped perhaps a year ago. I wanted a change. So, I have been varying my breakfast foods and don't buy eggs as often.

However, when I travel, I have this urge to have eggs in my diet. When I drove to Montreal, I didn't feel like having a full-fledged lunch. Instead, at a rest stop, I grabbed an egg salad sandwich on whole wheat. I ate it as I drove and loved how fresh it tasted.

I like having eggs for brunch, be it scrambled or as an omelette. I also like French toast.

The other day, I went to a Chinese vegetarian restaurant with a good friend, who is vegan. There was a fried rice dish that I like, but I asked that the egg be omitted. The dish was still yummy.

As much as I enjoy eating eggs, I don't like them in soup. I don't like egg drop soup. I am okay with poached eggs. I don't like runny egg yolks, so I prefer eggs being overhard.

My guy and I love hard-boiled eggs. He does much better with egg drop soup than I do. One of our first meals together was sharing a plate of scrambled eggs.

Happy Easter, whether you enjoy painting eggs, eating chocolate eggs, or watching eggs hatch!

D is for driving

I am taking an extended Easter weekend off. On Good Friday, I drove from Toronto to Montreal.

It has been roughly six years since I was last in Montreal and drove to the city. Things are different:

• Traffic congestion is horrible, especially around Ajax and Whitby
• There are more provincial rest stops
• I passed by at least three outlet malls along my drive

I drive a Prius. I can drive to and from Montreal on a single tank of gas when I am not driving at the speed of light. I took my time getting to Montreal and made it well under six hours.

The hotel that I am staying at is by the airport. It is comfortable and has a kitchenette. I have already cooked myself dinner. I knew that I wouldn't want to drive myself over to a restaurant, so I decided to bring some groceries along. Even if I didn't feel like cooking, there is a restaurant in the hotel, and an incredible selection of restaurants by the movie theatre a block away. I will do some sightseeing tomorrow and Sunday.

My guy flies in on Sunday, so we'll have a few days together. He had a list of items for me to bring. I was a good girl and brought all of them:

• A short skirt
• Purple nail polish
• A black bra
• A leather paddle
• Restraints
• A dong
• Strawberry oral gel

It'll be a fun trip!

C is for cutting bangs

This past weekend, it was fairly nippy outside. I had to wear my knitted winter cap. Wearing this article of clothing isn't unusual these days, considering that it has been a cooler spring than the norm.

I have always had bangs. My bangs certainly needed to be trimmed. With the hat on, I could barely see.

So that evening, I decided to cut them myself. I think that I cut them shorter than I normally do. The good thing is that I won't have to trim them for a while. The bad aspect to trimming them so short is that I feel that they are actually too short.

Anyway, my guy is in the office this week for a few days. He is attending a seminar, which is a change from delivering one.

On Tuesday, we missed each other. We were supposed to go for lunch, but I was away from my desk when he had pinged me. Instead, my guy thought that we could talk after work for a bit. He had to leave to go to an appointment, but still managed to squeeze in some time.

We talked in one of the lunchrooms at the office. He was hungry and was heating up some oatmeal. I was hungry, too. He offered to share his oatmeal with me, but I didn't want too many carbs in my system to make me feel sluggish driving home.

He noticed my clear gel nail polish and loved how my nails looked. We chatted about our day for nearly half an hour.

My guy is perceptive. He told me that my bangs looked good, which made me look good. He is sweet.

We're going to try having lunch on Thursday. Yay!

B is for birthday

It's day two of the Blogging from A-to-Z Challenge. So far, so good!

My guy's birthday was last Friday. We couldn't do lunch that day. I had agreed to have dim sum with our writing team.

It was a busy afternoon for both of us. My guy typically ends his Friday at 15:00. Instead, he finished at 16:30 and sent me an instant message after he was done.

I packed up at 17:00 and met him in the project room downstairs. He looked happy. We both did, probably because our workweek was over and it was nice to finally see each other.

I took out a small gift bag and wished my guy a happy birthday. He had a huge smile on his face. It never shocks him when I remember his birthday. It would shock him if I forgot!

My presents tend to be practical. My guy was recently in Turkey and his laptop charger died. So, I bought him a replacement, which is the same model that I have been using for four years. This charger allows you to change the tips, so I have used it for both Dell and HP laptops. It also has a built-in surge protector and a USB port. We are both similar in that we like a laptop charger in our bag and one at home.

I am a geeky girl. My guy calls me geeky gadget girl. He loved his presents, including this one.

My guy wanted to know whether I wanted to join him for dinner. Of course! After all, we both get hungry after working so hard at the office.

We both drove over to our usual Chinese restaurant, ordered dinner, chatted, held hands, stared into each other's eyes, and laughed for a few hours. It was the perfect way to celebrate his birthday.

As for his birthday spanking, he will be dishing it out on me soon. I can't wait!

A is for airhead

It's the first day of the Blogging from A-to-Z Challenge this month, so my topic is about dealing with an airhead.

The post isn't a positive, cheerful one. I don't normally have a rant section on my blog, but I thought that I'd writing about my recent experience driving home.

Last Thursday, after spending some time after work with my guy, I drove home. There is nothing unusual about my commute home. It takes me an hour to drive home on the highway.

I was stopped at a red light at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn green, like the rest of the cars around me. It was completely unexpected, but I felt a tap. I had been lightly rear-ended.

I got out of my car. The woman behind seemed to be slow at it. She asked me whether "[I] had felt it?" Um, yeah. It's not like I frequently get out of my car on a red light and feel my car move forward because another vehicle behind me has hit mine.

So, I immediately know that I am not dealing with the most intelligent person in the vicinity. I asked her what happened. She told me that she "thought that [she] had stopped." Thought? Either you have or you haven't. It was obviously the latter.

I am always prepared for anything. My guy calls me a girl scout sometimes, because I am that resourceful. I pop open my car's trunk and take out the Lysol wet wipes. I proceed to wipe down my car's bumper. I then look at the screws on her licence plate and see whether they have made dents in my car. Sure enough, one screw managed to take paint off my bumper. There were in the form of three tiny dots.

I took pictures and let her know. At first, she denied it by saying that she could not see it. I told her that the screw aligned perfectly with the damage. I then told her to run her finger across the area. She finally did and noticed that she had indeed caused paint damage.

I didn't want to report this issue to the police. It would take hours to file a report. The damage was minor. Instead, I asked her for $15, to get some touch-up paint.

She went back to her car to look for some money. I asked her to put her hazard lights on. Apparently, she was too busy looking for money to hit a button that takes a second to do. So, I had to wave the cars behind her ridiculous BMW.

What did I learn about her? First, she was wearing high heels, so she may not have pressed down as hard as she thought on the brake pedal. Second, she had loud Middle Eastern music playing, so that could have been a distraction.

Frankly, I think that she should not be driving. It was unfortunate that I was in front of her.

She asked me how I knew that touch-up paint was $15. I told her that "an idiot had done something similar in the past." She did not get that subtle insult, which I found amusing.

Anyway, she did manage to cough up the money. Before I got in my car, I took a picture of her car's licence plate. I then drove off, making sure that she wasn't following behind me. I made a right turn at the next intersection. She did not follow suit.

I will be going to get some touch-up paint soon and make sure that my car doesn't rust too quickly.