Tickling my foot and kissing in the elevator

Last Monday, I remember reluctantly leaving the meeting room in which my guy and I were in at work. I went over to my guy and kissed his forehead. We then kissed on the lips before I headed upstairs.

The meeting was delayed. After nearly an hour of sitting around, I returned to my guy. I showed him my fairly new pair of shoes. They were sherpa oxford shoes. They were originally $178, but I ended up paying $40 after taxes.

My guy liked the shoes. He even went so far as to stick his finger in my right shoe that I had up on the table for him to look at. He tickled the bottom of my foot, which made me giggle. I am ticklish.

My guy was done for the day. He packed up his stuff. We both stood up. He looked at my legs in my grey corduroys and admired them. These pants are comfortable and fitted.

I headed out the door with him. We waited for the elevator. It arrived and was empty. He wanted me to go down to the ground floor. I agreed.

The doors closed. We had three floors to kiss. We made our time worthwhile. We hugged and kissed. It was nice.

Luckily, we were going to see each other on Tuesday. It definitely makes the workweek more bearable.

Spanking me and potentially spanking him

This week has been a bonus good week with my guy. He came into the office to talk to various folks about an upcoming course that he is planning out. 

On Monday, I had a last-minute meeting to go to. Unfortunately, we couldn't go out for lunch together. However, I did manage to drop by the room that he was in a couple of times.

My guy gently brush my hair away from my face and tucked it behind my left ear. He admired my pink earrings again and told me that liked them. He also looked at my helix piercing and played with the beaded hoop.

He can't keep his hands off me at times. I am not complaining. He simply is making up for lost time. He managed to caress my breast by going under my v-neck purple sweater to play with it. 

I had to go to my meeting. I was standing up and mentioned that my butt was still sore from the spanking I got from him on Saturday. He gave me a couple of smacks. He's so mean, but I liked it.

He told me that we should explore spanking him one of these days. On Saturday, I caressed his butt, told him that I liked it and found it attractive, and gently gave him a few lovetaps. He enjoyed them.

Miracles can happen. I am glad that he is open to trying out being spanked.

Ruler spanking

I fetched the ruler on the desk, walked back to my guy and stood in front of him. We were looking at each other.

"Give me the ruler," he commanded.
"I don't want to," I said in a girlie voice.
"Give it to me," he said, trying to take it out of my hand while using his other to give me a couple of smacks across my left buttock.
"No!" I said defiantly.

My guy is stronger than I am. I also didn't exactly struggle with all my might to hold onto it. He took the ruler and used it to continue smacking my left buttock.

"Get into your normal spanking position," he asked me.
"I know what that means," I said, hopping over to the wall and leaning against it. "My bottom is safe here."

He smiled at me, came over and kissed me. He then pulled me closer to him, smacked my bottom some more with the ruler ,and told me to get on the bed.

It's fun playing a disobedient girl. I got on the bed, rolled over onto my back, and protected my backside from being spanked. It was a short-lived tactic, as my guy rolled me over, spanked me a few times with his hand, lifted up my skirt, and slapped my butt with the ruler across my black panties.

"You are such a bad girl," he told me, meticulously smacking each buttock with the ruler.
"No, I'm not. I'm a good girl," I replied.

This banter took place for a while, with my guy carefully ensuring that my bottom was changing from pink to red by pulling down my panties and continuing to spank me. It hurt. I could feel my backside warming up with every ruler slap.

He did a rapid succession of slaps on each buttock. He then told me to get on my knees so he could take me from behind. I still played a naughty little girl by sitting down on the bed. He walked around the bed to give me a hug, which was sweet.

Eventually, he did take me from behind. It was such an intense orgasm. I felt limp and content afterwards.

We sat on the bed together. He held me in his arms. It was a beautiful evening with him.

Cell phone restored from water damage

This post is a mild segue from my intended spanking experience that happened last Saturday.

A cell phone owner's worst nightmare finally happened to me. I dropped my cell phone in water.

The good news is that I quickly retrieved, cleaned, and dried my iPhone off. Everything seemed to function. Well, that's what I thought.

I could still use my phone as I normally would. I listened to podcasts through bluetooth in my car. I could plug in my earbuds and listen to music. E-mail and browsing was fine.

I woke up on Tuesday and didn't hear my phone's alarm. I woke up to my trusty alarm on my ancient iPod touch. I have had this iPod touch for probably nine years. It doesn't die and it works well as an alarm clock.

My morning wake-up routine consists of streaming music. I heard nothing. I tried playing songs on my phone. Nothing. My speakers were dead on my phone.

When a colleague over a year ago had dropped her phone into the toilet at work, I told her to stick it in a bag of rice. She did that and her phone was saved. I decided to do the same to see if my speakers would come back to life. I also read online that sticking a Q-tip in the earphone part and moving it around will soak up some of the water.

I stuck my phone in a bag of rice at 07:30. I retrieved my phone at 22:00. I used a Q-tip on my phone's earphone area and then powered on my iPhone. Guess what? My speakers work again!

Earlier in the day, my guy and I had a lunch date. I told him about my dropping my phone in the sink. He said that it's normal and that I did everything correctly.

I am geeky in the sense that I own two phones. Obviously, I use my iPhone. I also have a BlackBerry Passport. I love both of my phones for different reasons.

My guy admired that I chose two completely different phones running different operating systems. They look completely different and function differently. He also liked that I can switch seamlessly between the two.

He's sweet for loving a naughty geeky girl.

Gifts and a spanking to come

After our nap, my guy and I exchanged gifts. My guy started with his to me.

He got me a woodwind instrument from South Africa. He also christened my car with a sticky pad for my cell phone. Finally, he got me Egyptian Turkish delight with walnuts. So good!

I got my guy a car accessory, too. I got him the FrostGuard. You place it on your windshield. Any frost or snow gets removed when you take the FrostGuard off. It's great!

We both loved our gifts. We kissed and sat on the corner edge of the king-sized bed.

My guy was putting on his new leather shoes. They looked good on him. I was hugging him around his waist. I then moved to hugging him across his chest.

"You know that I can't leave here with giving you a spanking," he said to me.
"You don't have to," I said, hugging him tighter and kicking my dangling legs around as if I were a little girl.
"Yes, I do," he insisted.
"Can't I continue having a sore-free butt a little longer? It has been a couple of months," I replied.
"I am afraid not. I have to find something in this room to use on your butt," he stated.
"I brought my wooden ruler," I said. "I don't have to give it to you."
"I can use my hand to spank you, so you might as well surrender the ruler to me."

I win either way.

Playful sex and cuddle time

My guy held my hand as he led me to the bed. His hand was cold, which is generally the case.

He took off my slacks. We cuddled. He placed his hand on my bare thigh. It was as if I had jumped into a cold swimming pool. He playfully continued touching me all over with his cold hands, which was fun and made me squirm.

We cuddled some more. He then found my crotch under my skirt and played with me.

He pulled down and off my panties, and made me reach orgasm. It was a fun evening of being intimate. At one point, my legs were over his shoulders as he had his hard cock in my vagina and his fingers up my butt. My orgasm was incredibly strong.

We then experimented with my thighs surrounding his hard cock. We both loved the thighwich!

We both came hard with my guy being inside of me. I like when he is on top of me and I can caress his bare butt. I managed to smack it lightly, which made him smile.

Afterwards, we were both so content and lethargic that we took a nap cuddling next to each other. He had his left thigh on mine. My right leg was bent over his leg. His hand was on my bent right thigh.

I love being with him. It has been so long since we have been together. Having a room and spending some quality time together was a wonderful way to welcome him back.

Hugging, kissing, and groping

I initially woke up at 07:00 in a panic, thinking that I was 20 minutes late for work. It then dawned on me that it was a Saturday, so I went back to bed.

Perhaps I woke up at that hour because my guy's plane had safely arrived at the airport at that time, too. Even though he knows that I generally am an early riser, he also knows that I enjoy sleeping in on the weekend. He didn't call me straight away.

He did call me just after 13:00. I had missed him by five minutes, as I was at Shoppers Drug Mart picking up a few items. I returned his call. We were both on the road. He told me that he'd call back again once I was checked in to the hotel. The check-in time was at 16:00. He had a course to teach till 18:30.

I had a good day shopping and taking my time driving westbound. Eventually, after stopping by an Italian bakery for some custard tarts, I checked in to the hotel. My room is comfortable, complete with a kitchenette.

My guy called me at around 18:40. I told him my room number and directions getting to my room. It was nice to hear his voice again.

I wore my black lacy bra and panties. I also had a blue top to match my short blue skirt.

Ten minutes later, he was knocking at my door.

"Are you the UPS guy?" I asked him.
"Maybe," he replied, with a sweet smile.
"You have come with a package," I said.

He came in with his bag of goodies from his travels. We didn't say anything. We kissed. He groped my butt -- both buttocks. I hugged him tightly.

"Yum, peanuts," I remarked, tasting his sweet lips.
"Yes, I had a Snickers bar," he replied.
"I have food here," I stated factually.
"I know."

Getting reacquainted in a comfortable hotel room is nice. More about how I ended up with a sore bottom is coming up in a future post.

It's spanking Saturday!

I am all packed and ready for a nice weekend. My guy arrives today. I am so excited! Hopefully, I can fall asleep.

My backside will enjoy its last few hours before it smarts for a while. Yay!

Universities, a nerd, and an upcoming spanking

Tuesday was another long day. We got snow, so my getting to work by 07:15 didn't happen. I got there by 07:30. Leaving early didn't help much.

I asked my boss to drive us over to the university. He has snow tires. I have all-weather ones. It took us two hours to drive over there when it would normally take half that time.

We were on campus to interview student candidates for an internship. They are so bright and talented. It was a pleasure meeting and talking to them.

The folks at the university were great to buy us lunch. I wasn't expecting it, but the gesture was nice.

I believe that my guy has worked at both universities that I have recently visited. I was accepted to the university that I had visited for my undergraduate studies.

I told my guy the other day that it was nice knowing a nerd like him. He liked that compliment a lot.

There are a few more days left before I get to see him again. He is excited to see me. The feeling is certainly mutual.

Waiting is tough. I can't wait to be in his arms again and hold me. But, I have no choice but to wait.

A few more day before my bottom gets sore. He promises a hard spanking coming my way. It's long overdue!

Skype and a spanking to come

My guy and I caught each other briefly on Skype:

"I need to turn in soon. It's 00:40," my guy stated.
"I know. You are my sleepyhead," I replied.
"You are my sugar lips," he told me.
"I like that. I'm SL."
"Yes, you are," he reinforced.
"Or, we can call you sugar naughty lips," he hinted.
"Or, just good girl," I teased.
"But, good girl will never work," he stated rather firmly.
"But, I'm a good girl!" I exclaimed.
"No, you're not. Good girls don't have sore butts," he said adamantly.
"I know. That's why I don't have a sore butt," I said defiantly.
"It'll be sore and red... very red," he threatened.
"I love when you're Mr. Meanie," I replied.
"That's my job," he said confidently. "I can't wait to see you and kiss you."
"Likewise. I miss you lots and your sweet lips."

A few more days to go before I get a hard spanking. Yay!

Interviews, e-card, ramen, and nail polish

Last Friday was a pretty long day for me. I had to get up early to head to a university with my manager and interview prospective interns.

My manager had slept in late. He arrived twenty minutes late. I had arrived at the office parking lot at 7 am. I actually went into the building to fix myself a tea, came back out, got into my car, and reviewed my e-mail. I am that practical and surprisingly functional at that hour.

Long story short, but my manager hopped into my car at 7:35 am. I noticed that his car's headlights were on as I slowly pulled away, so we had to cycle back to his car. He got out and went back into this car to turn them off.

I am glad that I drove us there. He obviously wasn't fully awake. I also have a lead foot. I easily made up for lost time.

Anyway, I visited my guy's hometown. It has an excellent Japanese ramen restaurant. My manager and I loved the food there, which arrived quickly.

I told my guy about it. He was pleased that I had a good day. Of course, it would have been better with him there.

We exchanged Valentine's Day greetings. Since I have been with my guy, he always sends me an e-card for this occasion. He's sweet.

I ended up sending him a photo of my nail polish colour for the week. It's a nice blue on my fingernails.

Incidentally, one of the interviewees commented on how nice my nails looks. I had red polish on last week. My guy is right. My nails are nice, even to women!

Apart again on Valentine's Day and we're good waiting for the following weekend

Happy Valentine's Day! Sure, this day has become more about materialistic gifts and chocolate. Naturally, you should show your love towards your significant other throughout the year.

And, if you are single, do know that you are loved and appreciated. This day should not make you feel low in spirits. Enjoy your day!

My guy and I are apart on Valentine's Day. It is practically the norm. We rarely are together, as he is often on the road in February.

The other day, we chatted on Skype.

"The Volkswagen Polo that I am renting is a small car. It's not built for talk people like me. I have to ease my butt into the seat first, and then place the rest of me in it," my guy explained.
"If I were your passenger, I would get a nice view of your butt," I noted.
"Thanks, sweetness," he replied.
"It's true," I confirmed.
"I will get a nice view of your butt next week when I spank it," he confirmed.
"But, I'm a good girl. How many times do I have to tell you that?" I asked him.
"By the time I am done spanking you, you will know how bad you have been," he replied.

We have less than a week to go. We can't wait to see each other.

I decided to get a hotel room for next weekend. It means that I can sleep in on Monday morning and not kill myself during my morning commute to work. It will also be nice for us to get reacquainted in a comfortable room. I am pleased that my stay is free. Thank goodness I have accumulated plenty of hotel points to redeem for such occasions.

Photos of red nail polish in my car with stick shift options

The other day, I sent my guy a couple of photos. They were of my hands and nail polish. He loves the sight of my hands.

I had red nail polish. I took both photos in my car. He is a car enthusiast, and can't wait to see me and my new car. He got a preview of the car's stick shift in one of the photos.

"It must be a nice change for you to have a real stick shift instead of that dinky knob in your Prius," my guy commented.
"It takes getting used to, but I like it," I admitted.
"I'm glad that you do," he replied.
"It's not the same as your stick shift," I commented. "Yours starts off small like the Prius, but ends up long like the iM."
"I know," my guy said, picturing him smiling on the other end.
"Maybe you can stretch across the backseat when you're in my car. You can rest on my lap as I cuddle you. I can then play with your stick shift with my right hand," I suggested.
"I like that visual," he admitted.

Just over a week to go before I see him.

Travelling to my guy's town when he's not there and yearning for his embrace

Timing is everything, they say.

Work is better these days. I have been training an intern who is a mini version of me. She has the same work ethic and understands things quickly. She's great.

I am also involved with hiring another intern with my manager. We head over to a university on Friday to interview a bunch of candidates. The crazy thing is that it's in my guy's hometown, which is an hour away from our office.

If my guy were in town, I would stop by and hang out with him. Unfortunately, he is still on the road.

"Things don't work out as perfectly as we want them to," my guy said to me with his usual, sound wisdom.
"I know. I have to wait more than a week to see you instead," I said.
"You can do it. I miss you lots. I can't wait to hold you again."

I am counting down the days as if it were Christmas.

Driving (his) stick shift

Good news! My manager fought hard with his boss to approve my going to a conference in May. He won. I won. Yay!

My guy is thrilled for me. He continues to miss me a lot.

"I want to drive your stick shift car," I told him, teasing him about his precious manual transmission car.
"I would rather have you here to drive my personal stick shift," he replied.
"Can I put it in sixth gear?" I asked him.
"You can put it in any gear you want," he replied.

We may need a room once he arrives at the airport in less than two weeks!

Vacation and spanking plans

My guy and I are thinking about going on a trip together. Well, for him, he would be working during the day and I would be joining him for a week. He likes when I accompany him, as being on the road gets lonely for him. As for me, I get to go on vacation and see him after work. 

The tentative vacation week is at the end of March. We would be celebrating his birthday together, which is a bonus. The catch is making sure that this trip is confirmed. We are both hoping that it goes through.

It simply means that we'd spend more time together, that we might be spending more time after work at the hotel, and that I would have a sore backside for a whole week.

It sounds like the perfect business trip for him and vacation for me. I need to cross my fingers and hope that everything works out accordingly.

Sweet, mushy thoughts

I have noticed that the longer my guy is away from me, not only does he miss me, but he says sweet, mushy compliments.

We chatted on Skype on Saturday afternoon. He had just come back from a safari in Johannesburg. He met other tourists on it and spent practically an entire day seeing elephants, hippos, and more.

He then went mushy on me:

You are a very special person and I am glad to have you in my life. You make me happy. I miss you.

We get to see each other in two weeks. It doesn't seem so bad now that we have reached the halfway point of his month-long trip.

I miss him lots. It's nice to be missed by a sweet guy.

Nicknames and an upcoming spanking

My guy and I had a good Skype chat on Friday. It happened towards the end of my workday.

I tend to give my guy a number of nicknames. We talked about that fact.

"You have given me lots of nicknames. I need to give you some," my guy remarked.
"True. You call me sweetness, which I like," I pointed out.
"That's more a term of affection. I need to think of a good nickname for you," he pondered.
"How about good girl?" I asked.
"You are never a good girl," he replied.
"Yes, I am," I stated factually.
"No, you aren't. Why do I have to spank you all the time? It's because you're a bad girl," he reasoned.
"That's not true. You could call me geeky girl," I suggested.
"Yes, that's a good nickname for you. It's perfect," he agreed.
"You can also call me good geeky girl," I replied, teasing him.
"You are never good!"

He told me that when he sees me again that I will be harshly spanked. Yay!

Good girl whose backside merits a spanking

The other day, I had sent my guy a work-related presentation about a software feature that affects our work. I caught him on Skype on Thursday afternoon and decided to say hi.

We both need time to figure out how this new feature works. I did some searching and figured out the software architect that he needs to contact for a demo.

"You're good now, but you will pay the price later," he said in a threatening manner.
"What price? I'm a good girl," I confidently stated.
"No, that's never the case," my guy insisted.
"Sure, I am. My butt hasn't been sort for months. Therefore, I have been good," I explained.
"Your butt isn't sore because I haven't been around to make it sore," he replied.
"Nah, that's not it. I'm just a good girl," I insisted.
"When I get off the plane, your butt will be my first target," he said firmly, which made me excited.
"We'll see if you are all talk," I teased him.
"We'll see, sweetie," he replied.

I love when he threatens to spank me. It's also fun playing a good girl who really isn't.

Missing each other and thinking of a penis car antenna

My guy misses me a lot these days. When he does, he is exceptionally sweet.

"I miss you so much. I miss cuddling with, kissing, and hugging you," he told me.
"I miss all of that with you, too," I replied.
"I also miss when you're being naughty while you play with me," he admitted.

I also miss our intimate quality time together, including being spanked.

My guy got to hear me drive my new car as I drove to my dentist appointment and chatted with him hands-free. He finds that my car is quiet.

"We have to name your car," he stated factually.
"Okay. How about electric blue?" I suggested.
"How about bluie?" he asked me.
"I like it. Bluie, it is."

We also joked about having cars with private parts graphically displayed on the car's body.

"We can put a vagina on the car's hood," my guy said.
"Sure, that will go well, especially when kids see it," I said, as we both laughed.
"Yes, that could pose a problem," my guy admitted.
"So would the car's antenna being an erect penis. It gives new meaning to the car is coming -- literally."

He laughed hard. I like when we crack each other up.

Jet lag and e-mails

I woke up Tuesday morning to find two e-mails from my guy. He normally doesn't send me a couple of e-mails in rapid succession.

Naturally, I looked at the first one:

Why are you offline for 12 hours? Are you okay??

He was looking at my status on our corporate instant messaging application. I thought it was sweet that he was so concerned.

The second e-mail had the following content:

Wait a minute, it's only 6:08am in Toronto. I got worried there for a minute. Talk to you later!

He is sweet, especially when he travels and the time difference briefly messes him up.

We talked later in the day. It was during my lunch hour, which worked out well.

"You're sweet to be worried about me," I said to him.
"I have to be worried about you. You're my sweetness."

He's such a sweetie.

Warm and cool

My guy is in Cairo again this week, which is unseasonably cold. Temperatures there are not much different than in Toronto.

He told me the other day that he had to buy two space heaters to keep him warm, as there is no heating where he is staying.

"I wish that I was with you to warm you up," I said.
"You are like a furnace," he commented.

I am warm-blooded. Whenever my guy has cold hands, I hold his in mine until they warm up.

I envy him in the summertime. I don't do well in heat and humidity. I end up sweating buckets and hibernating in any place that has air conditioning. He, on the other hand, is perfectly cool under such conditions. Sometimes, he ends up wearing a long-sleeved dress shirt and I marvel at how he can stay comfortable in it.

We are different. Yet, we balance each other out in many ways.

A to Z blogging challenge is back

For the second consecutive year, I have decided to participate in the A to Z blogging challenge.

Like last year, I will be blogging about a new topic each day in April. The first day's topic will start with the letter A, and I will continue with each letter of the alphabet until I reach Z.

I typically don't select a theme for these posts. I find selecting a theme to be more restrictive and I don't want to lose interest in posting daily.

Anyway, I am looking forward to this challenge. I hope that you will read along with me in April!