Monday, May 30, 2016

Two phone calls to a good girl

It has been a while since my guy and I spoke over the phone. I can tell when he misses me. He doesn't have to blatantly state it. His calls say so much.

He called me after he had touched down, while he was waiting to go through security. We talked from that point to the baggage carousel where he picked up his luggage.
"Is that really you?" I answered his call.
"Yes," he replied. "You're on the road, as usual."
"I just left home to get a drink at Starbucks," I replied.
"That's so you," he said.
We chatted for a bit. It was nice to catch up. He was between flights. He flew in from Istanbul and he was off to some place in Mexico. I told him to get some rest, as it was a pretty long travel day for him.

Just before 20:00, he called me again.
"You must be on the plane," I replied.
"Yes, I am. I decided to call you to see how you're doing," he said.
"You're sweet. I hope that you can get some sleep on the plane," I stated.
"I will do my best."
I told him a brief story about being in Anaheim and how the Starbucks at the hotel that I was staying at was more a resort cafe. In other words, it charged more for everything and did not honour any Starbucks rewards.
"See, you must admit that it was a ripoff there," he teased me.
"It was. It's like when you tell me to admit that your jokes are funny and clever. Now, I need to admit that the products at that Starbucks were overpriced," I replied.
"Yes, you must admit all of that," he said, probably grinning.
"I admit that I am a good girl," I replied.
"That's one thing that you can't admit because it's untrue," he told me.
"You're still Mr. Meanie!" I exclaimed, with a slight whiny tone in my voice.
"Nothing has changed. I'm still Mr. Meanie," he stated.
"I'm glad."
At around 20:10, the announcement to turn off your cell phone happened on his flight. I wished him a safe flight and lots of sleep.

I miss him, but much less after speaking to him twice in a day.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Interviews in the city where my guy resides

Friday was quite the day. My manager and I had to drive to a university about an hour away from the office.

My boss indicated that we should leave the office at 09:00 sharp. I am extremely punctual. I actually had to go upstairs to tell my manager to come downstairs to where I had parked in the lot. I was driving.

Already, we were about ten minutes late. My boss isn't the most punctual person. Add the fact that a tractor trailer decided to balance itself on a guardrail between two sets of highways (the collector and express lanes) during rush hour, which affected us, I knew that we were going to be late.

I do have a lead foot. I managed to make up some time, but we were still fifteen minutes late when you factor in parking at the university, walking over to the building that you need, registering, and settling in your new surroundings. Apparently, being fifteen minutes late wasn't too bad. According to our first intern candidate, her interview before ours was delayed by an hour.

One of our current intern students had recommended a taco place by the university. I reached out to her to get some suggestions. She did a nice job. I enjoyed the tacos. My boss is more of the buffet type. He likes volume. You don't get that at the restaurant. I am a foodie who tries anything and cannot stomach plates of food at a buffet. These tacos were tasty.

We had a surprise, unscheduled interview. As a result, our lunch was shortened. We were still running late, but all the candidates were exceptionally understanding.

We interviewed a total of five candidates. The toughest part now is selecting one from the crop. They are talented, bright, and articulate.

The drive back was decent. The last time we did it, it was stop-and-go traffic. It doesn't work well with my boss, who gets carsick easily.

Although I get along fine with my boss, he tends to be a combination of a worry wart and a whiner. It was a hot day, with temperatures easily hitting the 30-degree mark on the Celsius scale. He constantly complained about how hot it was in and out of my car. I ended up calling him crispy.

It is good that I am patient and calm. Otherwise, I would have told him to stop whining and complaining.

I thought about my guy often during this trip. The university is in the same city in which he lives. I wish that the timing were better. Both times where I have conducted on-campus interviews, my guy has been on the road. It would have been nice to have seen him for lunch or something.

Oh, well. We'll try again soon.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Manicure and manual car

I had sent my a photo of my manicure that I got while in Anaheim to my guy the other day. I got pink nail polish. My guy wrote to me the other day and indicated that he liked it.

I have received a number of compliments on my manicure that have been mainly from women. My guy is the only exception.

He is travelling to Mexico this weekend. It will be nice to talk more with him.

Before I left for my trip, I teased him again about driving his manual car when we were going for lunch.
"I can drive your car, you know," I said to him.
"You will... in the distant future," he said, smirking.
"Distant?!" I responded.
"At least I didn't say never," he teased.
I suppose that it's a good sign. He didn't tell me no or change the subject, like he usually does. I am making progress.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Shorter week means more work, trips, and cuddles with Woolly

A shorter workweek sounds good. For me, it tends to be hectic. Unfortunately, I predicted correctly.

I work from home on Wednesdays. My boss booked a two-hour meeting yesterday. I was asked to join online. I decided to join for half an hour, citing having an appointment at 10:30 am. I am glad that I did. I spent the remaining time catching up on work.

It is pretty hectic trying to complete my own work on top of working with two summer interns. I spend a decent amount of time making sure that they know what they are doing. I then spend even more time reviewing their work, which involved a total of 1000 pages of edits within the past two days.

The fun part? I finished filing my travel expenses for last week's conference. As strange as it sounds, I enjoy filing expenses. I am organized. It's probably a math thing. I had all my receipts photographed. My boss knows how I tick. He immediately approved everything.

Guess what? I get to go on campus to one of the universities I had visited back in February to interview a new set of prospective interns to start work in September. I get to do a mini road trip this Friday with my boss, who likes that I end up expensing everything and driving us there. It really means that he will approve what we have for lunch.

He actually trusts me so much with my food recommendations that he has asked that I pick a place. Back in February, I chose a ramen place right off the bat, without even being asked to do this task. He was game. It's good that we both love food and I have a say in what yummy food I want to eat.

I miss my guy. I was cuddling Woolly, the stuffed plush sheep that he gave me, earlier. I had him in between my breasts. The way that Woolly looked at me reminds me of my guy doing the same thing after playing or sucking on my breasts.

My guy chose the perfect gift as a sweet reminder of him.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Jetlag, travel, sun, and tan lines

My guy is thoughtful. He wrote me an e-mail on Monday, asking how I was. Monday was Victoria Day. Unfortunately, he had to work the holiday.

My guy doesn't do well across timezones these days. I bet that he is jetlagged. As for me, I typically do well. However, with a three-hour difference between Toronto and Los Angeles, it took me longer to flip over this time around. I don't think that my sleeping okay during my trip and then sleeping really well in my own bed when I returned home helped with my biological clock.

Needless to say, I felt pretty drained my first day back at work. Thankfully, I didn't fall asleep.

Anyway, my guy is looking forward to hearing about the various stories that I have from my trip. He likes hearing about my adventures, for I always find some humour in everything that I do. I will share a few shortly.

It's strange, but it's actually warmer in Toronto than it was in LA. I didn't spend a ton of time outdoors in the latter city. Somehow, I managed to catch some sun and have tan lines where my watch and bracelet were on my wrist.

I really should have tan lines elsewhere. However, my guy isn't available to spank me until he returns.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Laundry, paint, and cum solution

My guy and I like doing laundry. I may have to broaden this topic and say that we both like clothes.

We enjoy shopping and finding deals on clothes. A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I were driving over to our usual restaurant for lunch.
"Is that wool?" I asked him, reaching over and touching his arm.
"Yes, my blazer is wool. Unfortunately, i got paint on the sleeve," he told me, showing it.
"Oh, no. Woolly is not happy," I noted. It's another nickname, as he called himself that one day.
"I know. It's tough enough to find a brown blazer that fits me. It cost me $60 USD for this jacket," he explained, slowly starting to whine.
"It's okay. I am sure that we can remove the paint."
My guy successfully removed the paint with a special kit that we both got at Costco a while back. We had bought a huge tub of Pink Solution, which is a multi-purpose cleaner. It used to be pink, but the company removed the dye. My guy affectionately calls it cum solution, because it looks exactly like semen.

Anyway, we both enjoy doing laundry. I love hanging my clothes outside to dry when the weather is warm and nice. My guy enjoys folding laundry. He goes one step further and takes pride in ironing his shirts and pants.

We are neat, clean freaks to a certain extent. We see nothing wrong with being who we are.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Home, travel, and cuteness

I arrived home a couple of hours ago. My time in Los Angeles and Anaheim was wonderful. Oddly, both cities are going through May Grey, meaning that the day starts off cloudy and may eventually lift. In other words, it was a slightly warmer version of Toronto, but with traffic that flows better.

Anyway, the conference went well and I learned a ton. The unfortunate part was that I was still doing work while attending. I managed to even see a couple of friends that I haven't seen in ages.

My guy and I missed each other on Saturday, like two ships sailing in the night, as the cliche goes. I got back just before 22:00. He left at around 19:00 to fly off to Istanbul.

Before I left for my conference, we were driving over to our favourite restaurant for lunch. He asked me about my team-building event, which happened to be bowling.
"We went bowling and I was protective of my back," I explained to my guy.
"That's good. We can't have you travelling with a sore back," he reasoned.
"That's true. I got to wear men's bowling shoes, as I have big feet. They were red, white, and black," I said to him.
"You know, those are the colours of the Egyptian flag," he indicated.
"Cool. I don't think that I could pass as an Egyptian girl with those shoes on," I noted.
"You'd be a very cute Egyptian girl," he said, smiling at me.
My guy is away for three weeks. He is in Mexico for two, so the time difference will be a bit easier for us to chat once he's there.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Things are good, but busy

All is well. Things are simply busy on my end.

My team at work went bowling as a team-building exercise. My right arm is a bit sore right now, but it doesn't prevent me from writing this post.

I am getting ready for a conference. I fly out to Los Angeles on Saturday, so I have been busy packing and getting as much as I can get done before I leave.

My guy and I have been having lunch dates practically all week. It's nice. I'll elaborate more on them later.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Teasing my guy to let me drive his car and getting a spanking threat

I like teasing my guy to let me drive his baby, which happens to be his car that has a manual transmission. He simply refuses to let me drive it. I am persistent, though.

On Monday, we went out for lunch. We walked over to his car. He was waiting for me to walk over to the passenger side of his car. Instead, I extended my hand out for the keys on the driver's side.
"I can drive," I said, waiting for his keys to land in the palm of my hand.
"Nice try," he said to me, smiling.
"You're so mean!"
On Tuesday, we went into a Tim Horton's store. He got a coffee and a pecan danish. He bought me a small raspberry frozen lemonade. We held hands. He was holding his car keys, too.
"I should take your keys and drive your car now," I said, playfully tugging at them.
"No, you will not. They are my keys! Take them and I will have to punish you hard."
We should go to Timmy's more often.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Hanging out in my guy's class and rotating photos

My guy was back in the office on Monday. We had lunch.

He told me that he only had three guys that he was training in a large room. I said that I should crash his course. I used to do that at the other office. I liked taking a break from the craziness on my floor. I would listen to my guy and work quietly while he would talk.

I decided to show up this afternoon at 15:15. He immediately perked up.

Last week, as well as this week, I have been training new hires. I appreciate what my guy does. I do it quarterly. He does it practically every other week.

Afterwards class, we spent time together. He had to file his expenses from our trip to Seattle.

I saw him tilt his head to the side.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I am trying to read the receipt that I uploaded," he said, looking at his computer screen.
"Why don't you use the rotate button, so you don't have to turn your head," I said.
He clicked it. He was amazed. I shook my head.
"What would you do without me?" I said to him.
"I'd be in big trouble," he replied.
"I just saved you from filing a chiropractic expense," I smiled.
"You saved my neck... literally," he laughed.
He's sweet. I caressed his back. He squeezed my thigh. It was nice being with him this afternoon.

Sunday, May 08, 2016

Seeing my guy and wishing moms a nice Mother's Day

Early last week, I had to send a work e-mail to my guy. I needed a few training manuals for the new hires.

My guy told me that he had a few left and that he'd bring them in this week. It works out that we get to see each other practically every day this week.

I miss him tonight, though.

It helps that it's Mother's Day. It's time to change my focus on my mom. 

Naturally, you don't need one day out of the year to celebrate your mom. It's much easier to make her feel special every day and to let her know how much you appreciate her. 

Happy Mother's Day to all moms!

Saturday, May 07, 2016

Finding the wooden ruler and loving Woolly

I was happy that Friday had arrived. It has been a good week. I have been training our new hires. On Friday, the three interns, my boss, a new writer, and I all went out for lunch.

On Thursday, I had to clean my car. I knew that I would be one of the drivers going to the restaurant.

Last weekend, my guy has spanked me with the wooden ruler that I typically keep in my car's glove compartment. After our treehouse time, I didn't know what he had done with the ruler.

I was panicking a bit inside. I went searching around the backseat. It turned out that my guy had slipped the ruler in the seat pocket in front of where he had been sitting.

I took the wooden ruler and placed it in the glove compartment. All was safe for my passengers to not question why I have a ruler in the first place.

My guy did send me a quick e-mail today. I was busy at work training the two new interns and writer. He wished me a nice weekend. I did the same in return.

We get to see each other on Monday. Next to my pillow is Woolly, the Irish sheep plush toy that my guy bought for me. I love it. It's a nice reminder of him.

Friday, May 06, 2016

Busy week and a chat with my guy

This week at work has been busy, but in a good way. Two new interns and a writer who is transferring from one location to ours have all arrived. I have been training all three. It has been good so far.

Next week, my guy is in the office to train a different batch of employees. I admire what my guy does for a living. I only do this sort of training when we have new hires. So, it happens quarterly for me, and continues being both fresh and interesting. With my guy, it happens every other week, it seems.

He has told me that he feels like he is a broken record. He delivers the same content. I suggested that he spice it up a bit. He told me that I'm not in any of his classes to make that happen.
"You can join my department and work under me," I hinted.
"I'd like to be on top of you," he said with a smile.
"I bet you would. You could sleep your way to the top," I suggested.
"Yes. I would mind being on the bottom, either."
He could. It wouldn't surprise me. I'd like all of that, too.

Thursday, May 05, 2016

Sore bottom finally stops smarting, with references to Fifty Shades of Grey

When my guy spanked me recently, he told me that he was going to spank me so hard that it would be uncomfortable for me to sit down for a week.

He came pretty close to being correct. It has taken nearly four days for my sore backside to bounce back to normal. He did a fine spanking job.

I like when it's the first day after a hard spanking. I can tell that my butt is sore when I go to bed sleeping on my back and wake up on my side. It simply hurts too much to have my bottom pressed against my bed mattress for such a long period. I end up automatically shifting to my side.

It was also sweet that my guy wanted to see Fifty Shades of Grey, the movie, with me over a month ago. I got to point out all my favourite scenes. The line about if Ana were Christian's, that he'd make sure that she couldn't sit down for a week, is the same gist that he said to me last weekend during my spanking. I loved it.

After my spanking, my guy told me that he still hates Christian. He was furious that Christian was treating sweet Ana, who obviously loves him, like dirt. My guy was still outraged. I had to tell him that Christian doesn't know how to interact with women well, so he comes across as being cold.

My guy seems even more passionate about the movie than I am. It's nice.

Wednesday, May 04, 2016

Extra goodies and cuddles

My guy often tells me that he is horrible at giving gifts. To me, he does a fine job. He's too hard on himself.

On Saturday, when he gave me a number of fine gifts from his travels, he didn't tell me that he also decided to get me rum-flavoured chocolates. He knows that I enjoy chocolate. I love rum. So, put them together, and I love them even more!

I especially liked receiving the Shaun the Sheep plush toy. He is next to my pillow on my bed. My guy was right -- that this plush toy is great for cuddling. It's a nice reminder of my guy, as he often wears wool sweaters and I call him Woolly from time to time.

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Bad girl gets a spanking with a wooden ruler

My guy and I were cuddling in the treehouse.
"You were a good girl yesterday. Today, you are back to being a bad girl," he softly said to me.
"But, we were talking less than 24 hours ago. I am technically still a good girl," I reasoned.
"Yesterday, you were a good girl. It's today. You are a bad girl. I have to spank you," he insisted.
"No, you don't," I said.
"Where is your wooden ruler?" he asked me.
"It's in the glove compartment. You don't have to get it," I said, hugging him around his waist as if I didn't want him to get it.
"I have to," he told me.
I gently released him from my hug. He opened my car's glove compartment to get the wooden ruler and came back into the treehouse.
"What if I didn't have the ruler?" I asked him.
"I would have used my bare hand," he insisted. "I feel like using the wooden ruler because you deserve a hard spanking."
He made me hold out both palms of my hands. He smacked each one with the ruler.

He loves my bare thighs. He also slapped each one with the ruler.
"Assume the position," he ordered me.
"What if I don't remember what that is?" I challenged.
"I will have to spank you even harder," he stated firmly.
I went over his knee like a good girl. We were christening the treehouse for the first time. He slapped the ruler against each buttock, which was protected by my short chambray skirt. With each slap, he told me that I was a bad girl.

He lifted up my fitted skirt and continued slapping me with the wooden ruler over my pink panties. The slaps got harder.
"You're so mean!" I said defiantly. "You are Meanie McMean," I teased.
"I am going to have to spank you even harder so that you don't sit down comfortably for a week," he told me.
The slaps got harder and rapid. It hurt. I loved it.

He then lowered my panties down and continued to spank me harder on my bare bottom.
"That hurts!" I exclaimed.
"That's the whole point," he reasoned.
It was nice that he was thoroughly enjoying spanking me. I loved every bit of it, too.

He eventually got around to pleasuring me. I came hard. It was so good.

We cleaned up. I kissed him after I got up and we cuddled.

It's always nice to have him home.

Monday, May 02, 2016

Is it turned on? Or, is he?

I will need to write about my spanking in another post. I was going to do that tonight, but I had to fix an issue with my e-mail. I didn't get anything sent to my inbox for three days. It looks like a filter was automatically placed to send all my e-mails to my Spam folder. Ugh!

Anyway, on our last day in Seattle, my guy and I had breakfast. I like taking photos of what I have eaten, so that I can remember what I have had. The loose leaf tea was different at this restaurant. I didn't have my phone with me, so I asked my guy to take a photo.

Well, it has been a month since we were on this trip. In the treehouse, we were trying to send the photo from his phone to mine using Bluetooth.

We attempted to pair our phones.
"I don't think it worked," I said to my guy.
"It says that we're paired," he said, showing his phone's display.
"It doesn't on mine. I get an error saying, 'Connection unsuccessful. Make sure "My guy" is turned on and in range'," I said, smiling at him.
"What?" he asked me.
"I'm not making it up. You are always turned on," I teased.
"I wonder what "in range" means," he said, smiling.
It's fun how we name our phones after ourselves. We decided that texting the photo would be much faster, even though my guy was turned on and in range.

Sunday, May 01, 2016

My guy is back!

My guy's flight was scheduled to land at 18:30 on Saturday. I got a call from him at 18:05.
"Hey! Your flight must be early," I said to him.
"Yes, I just landed," he said, with a tone in his voice implying that he was happy to hear my voice.
"Oh, no! I'm not at the office yet," I indicated to him.
"It sounds like you're driving. Take your time, sweetie," he told me.
"Okay! I'll see you soon, sweetie."
It's a good thing that I am a pretty punctual person. I managed to get there before he did. He walked over to my car and opened the passenger-side door.
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Hey," he replied. I reached out to hold his hand.
"You're woolly!" I replied, admiring his maroon wool sweater under his jacket.
"Yes, I am. I see that you are wearing a skirt... or are they shorts?" he asked me.
"It's a skirt," I said.
We got into the backseat, which would be the first time that we are truly christening the new treehouse.

My guy handed me a bag of goodies:

  • From Budapest, he got me a boomerang. I will obviously need to try it outdoors. 
  • From Ireland, he got me a Shaun the Sheep plush toy and a doorplate with my name. He thought that the former would be perfect for me to cuddle with. The doorplate is nice, as it has Ireland on it. 
  • From Cairo, he bought me more Egyptian Turkish delight, which looks like a dong, but it's really fresh walnuts with Turkish delight wrapped around it.

My guy is sweet. We spent a bit of time hugging and kissing before my spanking.