Lost guy on a walk

The other evening, my guy called me while he was out for a walk. We had a great conversation, as always. Our conversation then steered into a different direction.

"I think I am lost," my guy said.
"You're walking in your neighbourhood, right?" I asked him.
"Yes, but on this street, I have no way of exiting. There are chain-linked fences everywhere," he advised.
"Oh, no. Well, pull out your Google Maps app and trace your walking path back home," I replied.
"It's so embarrassing," my guy admitted.
"It's okay. It's who you are. You will eventually get home. I just don't want to see on the news that a tall, good-looking guy spent the night hugging a shrub," I replied.

He felt at ease. He did manage to find his way back home. He is comfortable admitting something that could be perceived as embarrassing. I am sure that my accepting that he is directionally challenged without laughing at him made him feel better about the situation.

Naturally, my guy had to crack a pun.

"I'm on the right path home. I am a pathologist," he stated, which made me groan.
"Yes, you are a pathologist of the lost kind," I qualified.

Our conversations and experiences are never boring.

Come on, Barbie... let's go party!

My guy often cites Aqua's 1997 hit, Barbie Girl. I am not sure why, but it comes up often in our conversations, especially after we have been intimate.

My guy was impressed that I remembered when the song was released. He told me last night that it was a good year for him.

He often takes this lyric and makes it his own:

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world

Some of his reworked gems include the following:

• I'm a dopey boy, in a dopey world
• I'm a sleepy guy, in a sleepy world
• You're a baddy girl, in a baddy world

I personally like to tell him, "I'm a goody girl, in a goody world." He is never impressed by it.

Good news is that Aqua is doing a 20th anniversary reunion tour next year. I told my guy to go see the concert and get this song as his ringtone. I have a year to convince him to get tickets!

Spanked at the airport parking lot

On Saturday, after I successfully started charging my guy's cell phone from my car, he suggested that we get into the treehouse, which is the backseat of my car. We had to wait for the tow truck to arrive and my car was our waiting area.

We held hands and kissed. He then started a conversation.

"We might as well get to your punishment before the tow truck gets here," he said, signalling me to go over his knee.
"Why? I'm a good girl for coming over to see you, giving you some Diet Coke to drink, and keeping you company," I reasoned.
"You're still a bad girl. Come here," he said, swatting my butt as I went over his lap.

My punishment was hard and fun, all rolled into one.

"You didn't want to talk to me on Skype on Friday," he stated factually, as the hard smacks took place.
"I couldn't. It was a long, busy day," I argued, as he continued to alternate smacks on each buttock.
"When I want to talk to you, you have no choice but to talk to me. You're mine," he told me, with more hard smacks.

It hurt. I absolutely loved it, especially when he wanted me to admit that I was a bad girl and I resisted. 

Finally, he stopped and made me reach orgasm. I enjoyed it. I was highly lethargic afterwards, which made my guy proud that he had accomplished his mission. He seemed more relaxed under the circumstances, too.

We kissed some more. He had the sweetest, softest lips to kiss. I looked over and saw three people with suitcases behind my car. I ducked, which made my guy chuckle.

The tow truck guy called. My guy's phone now had 8% battery life. Moments later, the tow truck guy was here.

It turns out that he used a small, flat screwdriver to pop the cover that revealed the key slot on the driver's side. Using my guy's car key, he was able to get into his car. His car needed a boost from the tow truck guy. It looked like the battery died.

Everything worked out well. My guy could drive off, making a stop at Costco for a new car battery. We got some quality time and we made each other feel good.

We had the nicest, longest hug and kiss before we got into our respective cars. It was the type that quietly meant welcome back, I have missed you, I love you, and everything will be fine.

Driving over to my guy's car at the airport and getting a few lovetaps for being good

Our scheduled meeting on Saturday afternoon did not go as planned. My guy called me from the parking lot at the airport and told me that his car was dead. He couldn't unlock it. The anti-theft system wasn't responding to his remote. He had a physical key, but both my guy and the CAA (Canadian Automobile Association) guy could not find the lock on the car to use it.

I asked my guy whether he wanted me to drive over to be with him. At first, he didn't think it was a good idea because the tow truck was going to tow his car back to his town. He then said that he felt guilty that I had driven such a long way to see him. I told him not to worry, as he didn't plan to have issues with his car.

My guy was obviously tired after a long trip back from Stockholm. He wanted to just get in his car and drive off. He was then okay with my dropping by.

Since my guy is directionally challenged, trying to tell me which parking lot he is at was difficult. He told me that he was across the street from a terminal, which threw me off. I eventually figured out that he was parked at the departures level by the terminal in the daily parking lot.

My challenge was trying to find the up ramp to get to the seventh floor. The signage was completely messed up. Eventually, I figured it out.

"Which parking stall number are you parked at again?" I asked my guy, as we were on the phone the whole time I was driving over.
"G 46," he replied.
"Ah, I see your butt," I replied, as my guy was bent over his computer bag. "Best view all day. Okay, I'm going to hang up."

My guy looked relieved to see me. He came over and groped my butt, which turned me on.

"I need my cell phone charged," he replied. He knows that I have a micro USB cable in my car.
"Sure," I said, taking his phone.

I bent over to insert my car keys in the ignition, and found my cable that has both a micro USB and lightning tips. I thought to myself that the position that I was in would be good for spanking. My guy helped himself and smacked my butt.

"Hey, I'm a good girl for charging your cell phone," I said, smiling at him.
"Yes, but you're my bad girl," he said, giving me a couple more smacks for good measure.

We hugged and kissed while we charged his cell phone at 3% power. There is more to come.

Working overtime means a shorter post!

I was hoping to chat on Skype with my guy on Friday. Unfortunately, the various software releases at work kept me busy. Instead, we texted on Skype.

I worked nearly 11 hours on Friday. Our team ended up having a pizza lunch. I did the ordering and expensed the lunch. I also got to bring the leftovers home, which was essentially a medium pizza and nearly a 2 litre bottle of Diet Pepsi.

My guy's flight lands in the early afternoon on Saturday. It'll be great to see him again.

I am tired, so this post will be kept short. Off to bed, I go!

Busy at work for both of us

My guy and I seem to be in sync even apart. I saw him online and asked why he was up so late.

He had to put together an unplanned presentation tomorrow for clients in Stockholm. As for me, I worked over thirteen hours at the office on yet another software release.

The good news is that my boss approved dinner for my colleague and me. We ended up walking over to a new East Indian restaurant. It was decent food.

Needless to say, my guy and I couldn't chat. We know how work can get hectic, whether in the office on away from the base.

We get to talk on Friday. We see each other on Saturday, so it's not a bad thing.

Travel, ruler, soreness, video, and jetlag

My guy is in Stockholm this week. We have fond memories of spending a week together a few years ago.

On Tuesday, we chatted on Skype. He asked me how long it took for the soreness to go away after my hard spanking with a purple ruler. The soreness lasted nearly three days. He told me that he was pleased and would spank me again when he is back in town.

He called me while working out at the gym, which is a five-minute walk from his hotel. While he was walking back, he turned on Skype's video feature on his phone. It was great to see his sweet face, warm smile, and perfectly uniform head.

He surprised me by taking a video shot of his head from above. It was sweet of him. I miss caressing it.

He was less jetlagged yesterday. Here's hoping that he continues to adjust as the week progresses.

A hard spanking with a new, purple ruler

Last Friday afternoon was a fun spanking session. I drove my guy and me to a parking lot that we know is pretty quiet. I parked and we got into the backseat.

My guy looked incredibly good-looking. We kissed. He got to touch my tummy, which he loves to do. I got to caress his head and chest.

"I forgot to get my ruler," I replied.
"We need it. Do you have one in your car?" he asked me.
"Yes, I generally have one in my glove compartment."

I stood up and stretched over to the glove compartment. I went searching for it.

"I like this view," my guy said.
"I don't seem to see my wooden ruler," I replied.

My guy gave me several hand swats while I was bent over. Eventually, I found a ruler, but a different one.

A while back, I had bought a purple Poppin ruler. It is made out of thick acrylic. I got it on sale for $4.90, as stated on its little plastic pouch.

I handed the purple ruler to my guy. He spanked me with it over my tight jeans. It is an excellent spanking implement. It hurt. I was sore, wet, and horny.

"I love this ruler," my guy said, continuing to spank me.
"It hurts!" I replied.
"Good! I won't stop spanking you with this ruler until you admit that you're a bad girl," he replied.
"But, I'm good," I whine.
"You are bad, bad, bad," he told me, punctuating each word with a hard smack.
"No, I'm good, good, good!" I replied.
"No, you are a bad, bad girl," he repeated, giving me another three swats.
"Good, good, good!" I exclaimed.
"You are bad, good, bad," he said.
"Hey, you said that I'm good!" I noted.
"It was a slip!" he exclaimed.
"Nope, I'm good, good, good!"

So, my spanking ended earlier that my guy would have liked. However, it gave me a chance to rub my sore bottom and spend some time holding him in a wonderful, sweet kiss.

Wakey wakey versus wacky wacky

Last week at work was pretty hectic. I was supposed to work from home on Friday, but got sucked in to a team lunch thanks to my manager.

My guy (MG) had already indicated that he was going out for lunch with a bunch of colleagues who were in the same training session as he was. However, we both didn't know that I would be in the office until I broke the news to him in an instant message chat.

Me: Just thought I'd say hi and wakey wakey.
MG: Thanks, Cutiebootie. Your wakey wakeys are always welcome :)
Me: I need a wakey wakey today, too!
MG: Are you sure that you don't need a wacky wacky?
Me: I'd like that, but I'm good =?
MG: Not even close
Me: Yes. Me = good!
MG: You = good at work
Me:  Nooo. If I were bad, I'd be sore all week. It hasn't happened. So, I'm good!
MG: We could fix that sometime today.

So, yes, it was a wacky wacky afternoon for us.

Horny, dopey, and happy

After my guy and I had lunch on Tuesday, we drove over to our regular parking spot. We had some quality time in my guy's backseat.

His car's backseat (a.k.a. the treehouse) has a middle section for drinks. It looks like a tray. So, it's not the best for him to put me over his knee for a spanking. We did make the most of it, though.

We kissed. A lot. It was nice. I have missed how sweet and wonderful his kisses are.

He made me orgasm rather quickly. The same happened when he ejaculated. We were both horny.

After we had cleaned up, we ended up chatting in a dopey state of mind.

"You can drive my car back to the office," my guy said.
"Really? You trust a dopey girl to drive your precious manual car while you are dopey?" I asked him.
"Sure. I love you."

It is easy to take advantage of him when he is dopey and vulnerable. However, I wasn't comfortable driving his car for the first time when we were both lethargic. Instead, we let it wear off a bit.

We both agreed later on that he'd let me drive his car under his supervision. I am definitely making progress! He observed that I am relentless. Hard work does pay off.

Getting lost, and laughing in the car and in bed

This week has been crazy at work. Our team finally got our work done for a major software release.

It also helped that my guy has been at the office all week. We go out for lunch, which helps me stay sane while enjoying his company.

After lunch on Thursday, he drove us back to the office. We held hands, as usual.

"Did I tell you that I couldn't find my car in Dubai for an hour?" he asked me.
"Nope, you probably thought that I'd laugh," I replied.
"Well, it took me an hour to locate it," my directionally challenged guy admitted.
"How did you eventually find it?" I asked him.
"I walked around and around," he said, smiling.
"I liked when you told me about walking up the street from our hotel in Istanbul. You walked so much that you couldn't remember how to get back. You hailed a cab. I then laughed while we were cuddling in bed, you hiked up my panties and smacked my bottom a few times," I recalled.
"Yes, because you were a bad girl," he reasoned.

It was funny to me. I will risk getting a few smacks for the chuckle. It's who he is. He's my sweet guy.

Nail polish + me = my guy getting a boner

I didn't see my guy online on our instant messaging program at work. I decided to text him. He texted back quickly.

He didn't see me at my desk yesterday morning. My entire team is working on the third floor for most of the week. My guy and I were co-ordinating when we'd have lunch. We finally got our plan into gear when I told my team that I had to go.

We met downstairs in the lobby and we walked over to his car. He pointed at the general vicinity of where he thought his car was. It's always scary.

We held hands as he drove us to our usual Chinese hangout. He looked at my lavender nail polish and liked it a lot. He squeezed my thigh as we approached the place.

There was a bit of a wait to get a table, but we eventually did get one. He sat across from me and smiled lovingly at me. He's sweet.

He held my hand across the table. I had capri pants on. He reached under the table to feel my exposed skin on my right leg.

My guy was horny. He told me that he was hard. He was actually touching himself. I told him that I could help him with that after lunch, which made him happy.

He's boyish and manly all rolled into one sweet human being. He had now dubbed my nail polish colour as being boner-inducing.

Fifty Shades Darker - the teaser has arrived!

I became a fan of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie unexpectedly. Last year in April, I decided to watch it while I was in Montreal, waiting for my guy to arrive several hours later on a Sunday night. I went to a local movie theatre and saw the matinee show for five dollars. My guy would approve of the ticket price. After all, he is my Cheap Bastard.

I have been following the various movie shoots that occurred this summer for Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed. To my delight today, I got to see this teaser today:

I can't wait to see the trailer. February 2017 doesn't seem too far off now. 

My guy is sweet. He told me that he'd go see the second installment of the trilogy with me, because he knows how much I love the first movie. I am lucky.

Reflections of 9/11 from a Canadian living in the States

I am a bit late with my reflections on 9/11.

Where was I on that day? I was a Canadian living in the U.S.

I lived in Minnesota for two years. I had already been there for more than a year when the tragic events occurred on September 11, 2001.

Back then, I was a pure night owl. I went to bed late and woke up at 07:45. I eventually got to work by 09:30.

I was listening to the local radio station when the first plane had crashed into one of the twin towers of the World Trade Center. I thought that it was a freak accident and hoped that everyone was okay. Moments later, it was reported that another plane had crashed into the other tower. I knew then that it was deliberate.

I fixed myself breakfast, sat at the table, and watched the horrible events unfold on ABC News. I felt sick to my stomach.

I managed to drive myself to work, which was a close five minutes away. I walked into my office where my officemate and our fellow colleague (we were all Canadian) reflected on what had just happened.

Things changed after that day. The technology company that I worked for implemented strict security policies going in and out of the parking lot. At the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport, I could no longer go through security and meet my mom at her gate like I had done a few months earlier. 

My parents were concerned about me. They called that evening. I told them that all was okay. I wasn't exactly close to the Big Apple, but I was stateside and only a timezone away.

It was a dark day. I may not talk or write about it much, but the day is still fresh in my mind.

I disliked how the local gas stations immediately hiked up gas prices. Price gouging is wrong to begin with, let alone capitalizing on such a tragic event.

However, there are always good stories, like good samaritans helping others after the twin towers were hit. That's what I would like to focus on -- the good.

My guy being late for work and wanting to spank me harder

My guy and I were to have a lunch date on Friday. I changed it up a bit. I decided to ping him on our internal instant messaging program to ask when we'd go. Normally, he initiates. He needed ten minutes.

We were both concentrating so hard on what we were doing that we both lost track of time. He called me from the lobby of our building about forty minutes later. He apologized. I said that I would meet him downstairs.

When we did, we walked out of the building and towards his car. I had to ask whether he remembered where his car was. He told me that he did, which is a pretty good start for a directionally challenged guy.

"How come you didn't park downstairs?" I asked him on a 30°C day.
"I came into work two hours late," he admitted.
"What happened? Did you wear out your snooze button?" I asked him.
"I turned off my alarm on my phone," he said.

He is such a sleepyhead. I told him that he was on the wrong side of his car. He should let me drive. He told me that it was a nice try.

My guy's car has leather seats. We both sat in it and I felt like my butt was being lightly fried.

"Was your butt sore for a while after I had spanked you last?" he asked me.
"Not for two long. Maybe a day," I replied.
"I didn't spank you hard enough. I will soon," he observed.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"That's not true. You are always my bad girl."

I like being his bad girl. It's just fun to simply state that I'm good.

Role reversal and lunch

I drove back home from Montreal a few hours ago. I was there to train a few employees. They told me that it was helpful and good. Learning how to use a new tool isn't as daunting anymore to them, which is wonderful.

My guy sent me an instant message out of the blue while I was on my lunch break on Tuesday.

MG: Hey, are you in Montreal?
Me: Hey! Oui, je suis a Montreal. I can't find the accents!
MG: =) How's training?
Me: So far, so good. We are breaking for lunch now. How are you?
MG: I'm in the office all this week and next for training.
Me: =( for this week, except Friday. =) for next week," I wrote back.
MG: =)
Me: Can I see you on Friday?
MG: Yes
Me: Yay!

We thought that it would be a while before we'd see each other at work. Funny how our roles ended up being reversed a bit. I am normally the one at the office and he is travelling.

Anyway, after I crazy week working at another office location and doing additional work after hours, we get to have lunch together on Friday. Yay!

Assuming the position... more than one

My guy went to wash his hands. I flopped onto the bed.

He came out and smiled at me.

"I am assuming the position. I'm in sleepy position," I said.

I was on the bed, with my head on a pillow, on my side with my knees bent, and with the comforter partially over me. I was slanted on the bed, which allowed my guy to join me. He spooned me from behind.

I love when we cuddle. We talked and spooned. It was nice and affectionate.

"I think that I can spank you in this position," he said.

He removed the comforter and hiked up my skirt, revealing my lacy black panties. He approved of them by saying that he liked them a lot. He then started spanking my right butt cheek with his hand. To avoid a lopsided spanking, I flipped over to my tummy. He continued to hand-spank me.

"Can you not spank the pillow?" I asked him, placing a square pillow over my butt. His hand made a dull thud.
"I like the sound of your butt being spanked more," he admitted.

So, I removed the pillow and more smacks happened. I get excited when he pulls down my panties. It means that I have been a bad girl. He did just that.

He spanked my bare bottom. It was a hard spanking. I loved it. He tested how wet I was and teased making me cum. When I wanted to, he didn't think that I should, and continued spanking me some more.

Finally, he let me reach orgasm. I did. It was nice. He hugged me and then went to wash his hands. He came back to join me in bed.

It's nice to cuddle, talk, and kiss his sweet face when we spend quality time. The sore butt was worth it.

Making out on a loveseat and assuming the position

My guy came over to my hotel room to spend some quality time with me over a week ago. We sat on the couch, cuddled, and then made out.

He is an observant guy. He loved the peach nail polish that I had on. He admired my skirt that I was wearing. He also loved running his hand up and down my legs.

My guy loves my tummy. I am ticklish, so he gingerly placed his hand on it. It's a big step for me. He's great being so understanding.

He loves feeling my legs so much that he moved my right leg over his lap, which then rubbed up against his crotch. He then found my left breast, took it out of my bra, and sucked on my hard nipple. It felt so wonderful.

He made me orgasm twice. I loved it. I cuddled up afterwards and we talked.

"You know that you're a bad girl," he said to me in a loving way.
"No, that can't be true. You pleasured me. I must be good," I reasoned.
"You're still a bad girl in my eyes. Only I know how bad you are. You need to assume the position on the bed," he insisted.
"No, I don't want to," I whined playfully,
"Assume the position. After I am done with washing my hands, I expect you to be on the bed."

It's fun being with him. Always.

Farewell lunch for interns and reflections

Friday was the last day at work for my two interns. I organized a farewell lunch for them. We spent roughly three hours at the chosen restaurant and I was a bit late getting back to the office for an over-the-phone interview. My manager left half an hour early to start the interview, so it all worked out.

The food at the restaurant was amazing. All eight of us in attendance were happy with our meals. Getting the bill took a while, but it was nice to spend some decent time with the interns.

They are the sweetest folks that I have worked with. Both wanted hugs from me before they left the building. Both had a mini speech for me, thanking me for helping them and for showing them the ropes. This internship was the first for one of them, and she started tearing up in appreciation for what I have done for her.

I will miss them. I am glad that they both felt so positive about their experience with the company. They worked so hard and did a wonderful job. It gives me great hope that they will do just fine in school and in the workforce. They are great women with lots of potential.

They have taught me a lot, too. That it's perfectly fine to embrace Starbucks runs and taking a break because you have earned it. And, music bonds everyone. My musical tastes are varied. Both interns have slightly different music tastes. Yet, they both match mine.

Good people do well. These interns have proven it. I have and continue to, too.