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.