Spanking a confession out of me that I'm a bad girl

My guy and I were chatting the other day. He can't wait to spank me. Me, neither.

"It has been a while since I have spanked you until you confess that you're a bad girl," he remarked.
"Yes, it has. Perhaps it's because I am a good girl these days," I teased.
"No, you're always a bad girl in my eyes," he commented.

This type of spanking works for both of us. The banter is fun as he spanks me. I have a high pain threshold, so he does dish the hard smacks out. When I say that I am bad, I am truly sore and he immediately stops spanking me. He will pull my panties and such up, caress my sore backside, sometimes kiss it before the panties come back up, and cuddle with me.

I miss him. He comes home on Saturday.

My vision

Late last week, I developed a headache at work. I told my guy about it. He told me to take it easy. We both felt that it was due to work.

Last Friday, I went out for lunch with my two students and my manager. I didn't like the food at the restaurant that we had chosen. We asked for separate bills. My manager asked me to read his bill. The print was faint. I couldn't read it. It was dark at the restaurant, too. It was a sign.

On the weekend, I noticed that my right eye's vision seemed fuzzy. I thought that perhaps my astigmatism had become worse. However, my vision has never experienced such a drastic change. It was different. Things looked wavy, such as signs, depending on the angle at which I was looking. Other times, things looked okay.

Monday made me decide to get my eyesight checked out. We had a manager come visit us. His head was alongside the person who was sitting in front of me. I got dizzy looking at both of them. It is unlike me to feel that way. I decided to get an appointment with my eye doctor first thing on Tuesday morning.

I took a sick day on Tuesday and headed to my appointment. After doing a series of tests, including a fancy retina exam, it was found that I have bleeding in my right eye that is affecting some of my central vision. This bleeding explains why my vision seems wavy.

She said that this vessel bleeding is either due to diabetes or high blood pressure. She was leaning towards the latter. I had visited my doctor two weeks ago. My blood pressure was normal.

My eye doctor then asked me whether I was going through some stress. For a while, I didn't think that I was. However, when I think it through, I have inherited another person's workload. My workload was already pretty loaded. I am essentially doing the workload of nearly three people.

My body is saying that I can't handle the stress.

She has set up an appointment for me to see an opthalmologist, which is slated for the following Friday. In the meantime, my eye pressure is fine and she doesn't deem my situation to be an emergency.

I wrote an e-mail to my manager, indicating that I'd need a private conversation with him about my health situation and my workload. I get to discuss that later on today. I do not want my entire team to know my medical condition at this stage, especially when I don't know much until I get more answers.

I will be stating that I need to reduce my workload and pace. I will pass tasks off to my two students. My health is non-negotiable. Without my health, there is no me.

I updated my guy on the situation. He is still hoping that all will be okay, but he is concerned, as am I. He is sweet and told me that he wished that he could hold me.

Even far away, it's nice to feel his love.

In the meantime, lying down has helped me out. I find that I get dizzy if I am looking at my computer for a long period. It's not bad blogging, as it's brief. It's worse when I am working for a full day.

Manuals from sleepyhead

Before my guy left for his trip, he managed to leave me a stack of training manuals. Most of them are for my students. Two of the manuals are for someone who works on a different floor of our building. We both know each other. He used to be a quality assurance person, but switched over to being an application developer.

My guy left me an e-mail, apologizing for the delay in getting the manuals to me. Although my guy is busy, he remembered getting them to me, which is great. He also asked if it was okay to have this application developer fetch the manuals from me. Naturally, I was okay with this gesture. It's better to drop off manuals in one location than deliver them on two different floors when your mind is on getting to the airport to catch your flight.

This application developer has yet to contact me. I suppose that if he doesn't, his manuals are mine!

My guy is doing well. He doesn't handle jet lag well. He has a seven-hour difference, but he does manage to get his nap in during lunch.

He misses me. He told me that he hopes to see me soon. It's definitely mutual.

My guy telling me that I am bad on his birthday

My guy's birthday was yesterday. We are rarely together on each other's birthday. Last year was one of those rare, special occasions.

I sent my guy an e-card. I also wrote him a loving e-mail. I listed my favourite CB-isms from him. Some of them include the following:

• I demand whining!
• I am a woolly mammoth, with a tusk that needs polishing.
• Just give me the f*ckin' PowerPoint! 

I ended my e-mail by saying, "Your good girl."

A few hours later, my guy responded. He loved both my e-mail and e-card. I could tell by all the smiley emoticons. I especially liked the end of his sweet e-mail:

P.S. You are still a bad girl!

I like when he tells me that I am.

Diametrically opposed periods

On Saturday, I spent the day with a good friend. We have been friends since grade 7.

Growing up, she lived in the suburbs and I lived in Toronto. We both went to the same senior public and high schools in the eastern part of Toronto. We were in touch while we attended different universities. I then moved away to another province and country, eventually finding my way back to the greater Toronto area. She ended up moving to Toronto and staying there. We still got together whenever I was in town and we kept in touch through the years.

In June, she will be moving to eastern Ontario, in a city that is roughly a two-hour drive away from me. It's not too bad, considering that we'll be meeting midway somewhere.

I am excited for her. The change will be good for her. Naturally, I will miss hanging out with her as frequently as we have been these days. However, distance has never been an issue for us.

As weird as this segment will be, we seem to be diametrically opposed in some areas of our lives. We both realized that menstrual cycles are one such area.

She let me know as we were driving to one of our favourite restaurants that she is perimenopausal. It basically means that she is experiencing irregular menstrual cycles and menopausal symptoms, such as hot flashes, earlier than you typically do as a woman. She seems to get getting her period every six months. Her doctor has said that either she will continue this irregular pattern or her period will cease.

As for me, I experienced the complete opposite experience. When I first got my period in grade 7, my period was irregular right from the start. Mine never happened monthly. Sometimes, it was six months later. Other times, it could have been a year. My thyroid checked out fine. I was given pills to regulate my period and so on.

It wasn't until I lost sixty pounds nearly six years ago that my menstrual cycle became a monthly, predictable event. Hormones are interesting. I had lost and gained weight many times in my life, and my period continued to be irregular. It wasn't until I lost a significant amount of weight and kept it off that my hormones stabilized.

So, my good friend and I are like two ships in the night, except that we are Cancerian and often meet by water.

A colleague going through a second divorce

I get along with most of my colleagues. Naturally, I don't get along with everyone. There is the odd one that ends up being negative towards me. I can't deal with that toxicity, but I still end up working with this person to get whatever work-related tasks completed.

In this post, I am focusing on a colleague whom I have known for several years. She started a year after I did. She has held a number of positions at the company, including technical support, quality assurance, and software development.

A few years ago, she got married. I spoke to both of them together and on separate occasions at work.

That marriage didn't work out. Both my guy and I were surprised that it didn't, because they seemed to be a good fit.

Her hometown is Istanbul. She is a Canadian citizen. Shortly after her divorce, she returned to Istanbul. A year later, she met a man, dated, and got married yet again. My guy and I were thrilled that she had found love and happiness again.

She and her husband moved back to Canada. A couple of months ago, we bumped into each other in the kitchen at the office. We caught up. Her locker is next to mine.

On Friday, I visited the women's washroom at work. I opened the door and she was there looking in the mirror. She said hi to me and I reciprocated. She confided in me that her second marriage has dissolved. I didn't do any probing. When she is comfortable about sharing such details with me, she will. I let her know that if she wanted to talk about anything, I was there for her. She seemed to appreciate it.

Being divorced, I get how hard it can be on multiple levels. I won't be able to comprehend going through it twice, but I know that it is never pleasant dissolving a marriage. 

Being good, but bad

Although we both don't like to end our phone conversations, they do have to end sometime. We tend to lengthen them for a few more minutes.

"Be good, even though you have a hard time doing so," he said.
"What do you mean? I am your good girl," I insisted.
"No, you are my bad girl. Why do you think I have to spank you?" he asked me.
"You just like punishing me, whether I am good or bad," I remarked.
"I got a confession from you that you're a bad girl," he reminded me.
"I only admitted that I was bad to make the spanking stop," I reasoned.
"The confession is still valid in my books," he insisted.
"You did say that I was a good girl. Can't you do it again?" I asked.
"I made a mistake by calling you a good girl twice. We know that you're bad. When I return, I will show you how bad you are," he warned.
"You make me happy," I replied.

All our conversations should end on such a fun note.

Depression and signs of love

A friend of mine told me the other day that his son has been suspended from his high school for a few weeks. It kind of took me by surprise.

His son has been experimenting with some sort of drug in pill form. He has been taking it for at least a couple of weeks with some friends. Apparently, while he was high, he slapped the butt of a female student, which caused his suspension from school.

You hear all these stories about pills that get you high and how potent they can get. Some simply die from taking a single pill. So, I am grateful that his son is alive. However, there must be an underlying reason why he experimented with his friends.

My friend advised that his son is depressed. His son is in grade 9. I always feel that the transition between grades 6 and 7, and grades 8 and 9 to be the most difficult. For me, it was the former. I was incredibly depressed in grade 7 that I didn't want to go to school. It didn't make sense considering how much of I love to learn. I needed someone to talk about it, but I felt like I was being dismissed.

My cry for help was missing a ton of school. I managed to get counselling, which helped me talk things through and out. It made me realize that, despite missing nearly a month of school, that I still had decent marks. I still passed everything. I even managed to get the third highest mark in shop class out of all things!

His son is obese. His parents and daughter are bright as can be. He doesn't fit that mould. So, he is getting help by talking things through. I can only hope that things getting better for my friend's son and his family.

I told my guy about that. My guy and I know that both depression and anxiety tend to run in the family. Support is key. My guy has been doing pretty well getting help and being on medication. Naturally, it's different from one person to the next.

"I miss you," I said to him after our chat.
"Likewise," he told me. "I miss smacking your butt for being you."
"That makes me happy," I said.

My guy is happy and doing fine these days. I can't ask for anything more.

I went to the local drug store later that evening to pick up some vitamins. I found the purple sheep stuffed toy that my guy had bought me. There was only one left. It seemed like a nice sign that my guy is always with me, no matter where I go.

It's nice that I can come home and have reminders around that I am loved, especially when he is abroad.

Phone call and prostate exam

My guy is doing well in Istanbul. He is there on business for two weeks. He called me on Tuesday afternoon.

"Am I disturbing you?" he asked me.
"Not at all. You took me away from a talkative colleague, so you saved me," I replied.

He liked that remark. It was good to hear his voice. We both miss each other.

Before he left, he had a physical exam done.

"I had a prostate exam. All was okay," he replied.
"Did it do much for you?" I teased.
"No, it didn't do anything for me," my guy replied, laughing.
"Are you sure?" I teased him some more.
"I knew that you'd say something like that!" he exclaimed.

I love teasing him.

A-to-z challenge 2017

I have decided once again to participate in the A-to-Z challenge. I don't have a theme yet again. I would feel restricted if I did.

This year's challenge is a bit different. Rather than having a list of blogs that are shown on each post in April, I simply visit the challenge's site and leave a comment. That way, folks on that site can find my blog post and take the plunge to come visit here!

I hope that you'll read along in April. It's funny how, when I first started the challenge, I felt that I could not blog for practically the entire month of April. I did it and blog more often than I used to.

Shamrock shake and period sex

I had my first shamrock shake on Friday night. I decided to give it a try when I visited McDonald's for a bite after work.

Canada is a bit behind as far as offering all-day breakfast at McDonald's. For a while, a handful of stores offered a limited selection of breakfast items. They proved to be a success. These days, you can get all-day breakfast at any store, except that the items are still limited.

As an example, I love the sausage McGriddle. It's only available during regular breakfast hours. I typically have that after I have visited the clinic for bloodwork and have been fasting for it.

However, the all-day breakfast does offer three types of McMuffins, so I am good. I tried the hotcakes (pancakes). Mine were cold and the person failed to provide me with maple syrup.

I suppose that I like breakfast for dinner because I don't often go out for breakfast. I typically eat before I go to work. If I am on vacation or on the road, I will either fix myself breakfast in my hotel room or go fetch some. Naturally, if I am going out for brunch, it depends on whether the restaurant offers breakfast items.

Anyway, getting back to my first shamrock shake in my entire life, I have also been fairly sheltered from the milkshake world at McDonald's. I rarely have them. I got into them when I lived in Minnesota. However, they were custard shakes from Culver's and were yummy.

So, I had the shamrock shake and it was okay. It tasted like fake mint. Thank goodness I only ordered the small. At least I can scratch this item off my bucket list.

It seems weird that I would also mention period sex in this post. I am roughly two hours away from finishing the Grey e-book. Ana and Christian engage in sex while Ana is on her period.

I personally don't feel like having sex when I am bloated and on my period. My guy has never asked to have sex while I am menstruating. I frankly told him that I don't think that both of us would like the sight of seeing blood during it. He nodded in agreement and is perfectly fine when I focus on my attention on him when we are intimate.

My guy loves to please me. When we started dating, he asked me whether it was okay to spank me while I was on my period. I didn't mind it, as long as I was clothed.

So, when it comes to trying a shamrock shake or period sex, I will decline both.

Sweet reminders of my guy when he is away

At work, most of us have lockers that are on wheels. Many folks who get moved from one software development team to another tend to roll their lockers closer to where they sit.

In my case, I have been practically on every team that you can imagine. My locker has always remained where it currently is. I can't be bothered rolling it.

The other day, I decided to do some spring cleaning. I waited until most folks were out of the area, so I could go through everything and toss out items that I no longer needed.

I felt good after I was done. I didn't need to keep resumes that I had printed out of prospective candidates. I decided to take some tea out of my locker and place it on my desk. They are tea flavours that both my guy and I purchased.

My guy's thoughtfulness appears in my locker. I have many teas that he had brought back from his travels to Istanbul, Dubai, and Chennai. I also have a couple of his training guides. Unfortunately, our company still likes printing out training manuals, so he can't share his soft copy of the materials.

I miss my guy already, but appreciate his gifts to me. He is always thinking of me when we are apart. I am thankful that he is in my life.

He told me that he got me the purple sheep plush toy so that I could cuddle it like I do with him. He does help. As always, the real deal is always best.

Anal sex and intimacy in the treehouse

The other day, I was listening to the radio as I was driving to work, as I generally do. Folks were calling in to discuss what their most embarrassing moments were.

A woman called and indicated that she was working with a guy at their place of employment and ended up making out in the guy's pickup truck. His manager caught them and they both were embarrassed. The good news is that they have been happily married with children for a decade.

My guy and I have quality time in our treehouse (either my car or his). It makes sense considering that we live in opposing directions and it takes us an hour to drive to work on a decent traffic day.

For a while, my guy and I have thought about having anal sex in his treehouse. His treehouse is roomier than mine. Logistically, it would work.

Although we both like the idea of having a hotel for the weekend and escaping the world by being together, it doesn't always work well when we are horny and want to be intimate in a spontaneous fashion. So, we will give this idea a try and see how it goes.

My guy travels off to Istanbul later on today. We are expecting snow. I am hoping that it is a light dusting and that my guy has a smooth travel day.

A couple means three to my local Starbucks barista

I am a regular at Starbucks. I don't drink coffee, though. I am there for tea and the occasional bakery item.

I decided to grab an iced green tea before I headed off to work. I ordered through the mobile app, which has been wonderful. I often get iced green tea without the lemonade. For some reason, at Canadian Starbucks locations, most baristas think that I want lemonade when I say that I want iced green tea. Um, no. Ordering through the mobile app has resolved this issue.

On Thursday, I felt like getting a donut. I don't eat donuts often. I used to do rotating shift work and we ate tons of them. I got sick of them. These days, if I eat a few in a year, I'm laughing. So, I ordered a donut on my app.

Two orders. Two items.

I headed over to my local Starbucks. It has a drive-thru. It's roughly a five-minute drive away from home.

"Hello, what can I get started for you?" asked the male barista.
"Hello. I am picking up a couple of orders for Cutiebootie," I said to the speakerbox.
"Through mobile order?" he asked me.
"Yes," I replied, puzzled that there is perhaps another ordering method before you arrive.
"Three orders?" he said in the form of a question.
"No, a couple means two. I have two items."

It amazes me that there are folks out there who do not know what a couple means. You guys make a lovely couple. There are two of you in a romantic relationship. If there were more, you'd have a threesome or a more-some.

I drove over to the window. Wait, it gets worse...

"Here are your three items," he said to me as he handed them over. "Your drink, your donut, and your straw."
"I still ordered two items," I replied.
"The straw made me think that it was three items," he explained.
"Okay. That's not what I had in mind."

So, when I order an iced green tea, I am actually ordering the straw as an item.

If I ordered a grande mint majesty tea, I can be potentially ordering a multitude of items:

• Teabag
• Honey
• Sugar
• Milk
• Stir stick
• Paper cup
• Cup lid
• Hot water
• Napkin

When I order a grande tea, I am not ordering a single item. Oh, not at all. I am essentially ordering nine items. Wow, I get so much for so little. Incredible. NOT!

Reading Grey in the doctor's office and thinking about ben wa balls

I had my quarterly doctor's appointment on Wednesday afternoon. I work from home on Wednesdays, so it isn't a big deal for me to work an extra couple of hours or so, to make up for my time away.

As expected, my doctor was running late. I was the first appointment after lunch, too.

I do come prepared. I have done everything from playing games on my phone to actually doing work on my laptop.

This time, I decided to pull out my Kobo app and read a book. I am more than halfway through reading Grey, which is essentially the Fifty Shades of Grey book, except that it is written from Christian Grey's perspective. I got it on sale just after Christmas.

Before my doctor came to see me, I was reading the part where Christian inserts ben wa balls in Ana, and then spank her across his knee with his hand. He first spanked her over her black lacy panties with his bare hand and then took them down to continue spanking her.

Before he spanked her, he tucked her hair behind her ear. He wanted to see her expression after each smack. He also kissed her backside afterwards.

All these details are reminiscent of what my guy and I do. I like wearing lacy black panties. He likes to spank me with them on and then eventually giving me a hard bare-bottomed spanking. He is known to kiss my backside sweetly after a spanking. He also likes seeing my reaction during a spanking.

The only difference? Ben wa balls. We don't own a set. Perhaps we should.

My doctor took my blood pressure. Luckily, reading Grey didn't affect my blood pressure. Instead, it made me feel aroused and happy.

Storm, travel, and Turkish delight

My guy is here for a few days before he flies off to Istanbul for business this weekend. We both didn't see each other on Tuesday, due to the snowstorm.

The snowstorm was a bit disappointing. Both of us did not get the predicted accumulations in our respective neighbourhood. We both worked from home. The good news is that I am glad that I did. The winds were extremely gusty that it wouldn't have been worth it to do the commute to and from work.

As usual, my guy is sweet.

"What would you like from Istanbul?" he asked me.
"I just want you back in my arms," I replied.
"You always have me," he said sweetly. "Did you want some Turkish delight?"
"Sure. If there is raspberry, I'd like that."

He's thoughtful. He told me that he thinks of me fondly whenever he is at this airport. It was my first time in a fancy lounge that had leather seats, a movie area, and fresh popcorn.

I remember how he bought me a snack from Starbucks and how he had to ask me where the lounge was. My guy is the first to admit that he is directionally challenged. Luckily, I am different.

Let it snow... hard!

The eastern part of North America is getting a ton of snow overnight and into Tuesday. I am hoping that I can work from home on Tuesday.

We got lake-effect snow on Monday afternoon. It looked pretty looking out the window at work. My boss had originally thought that our team should leave work early and resume work at home. However, the snow didn't stay on the ground. I am not complaining.

My drive home was pretty good. There were patches of snow here and there. Nothing major to report.

I just want lots of snow when I wake up, so I can say that I am going to stay at home and work. Please?

Being playful before, during, and after a spanking

The other day, my guy wanted to spank me. We were sitting in the treehouse. He moved closer to me and wanted to touch my butt.

"Oh, no," I said, playing the role of a girl who is avoiding a spanking.
"It's time," he said.
"I am going to remain seated where my butt is safe and secure," I said, which made him smile.

He tried pulling down my leggings from the front, but I wouldn't let him. He then tried again from behind. We both get excited with this sort of playfulness.

Eventually, I went over his knee and my punishment began. Pleasure followed soon afterwards for both of us.

I am so glad that we both like role-playing.

Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack and CDs

I have a pretty good music collection. These days, it's easy to purchase and download music digitally. Some of the benefits include a lack of physical storage and portability.

However, I still like owning records (a.k.a, vinyl), cassettes, CDs, and concert DVDs. These days, my rule is that if I love an artist or band, that I will buy the artist's or band's latest CD or DVD.

Depeche Mode is a good example. I have already pre-ordered the band's latest CD. I am seeing them in concert this September.

I have been streaming the Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack these days. Both this soundtrack and the one for Fifty Shades of Grey are great. The variety and thoughtful selection of songs got me. I also like the artwork and information that you get with the CD.

On Saturday, I was at Walmart and bought the former soundtrack. It wasn't planned. It was staring at me. The price was pretty good, too.

I thought that I would be ordering it from Amazon. Sadly, many music stores in Canada aren't offering CDs in their stores any more. I don't see a CD section at Best Buy. HMV is closing across the country. Chapters Indigo has a decent music section, but the prices can run high.

I am thankful that Walmart has a music section still. I have fond memories of visiting music stores. I am glad that I can relive a bit of that now and again.

Friday craziness and my appreciation that the weekend is here

Friday was quite the day. I am glad that it's the weekend.

Friday was the contractor's last day. She left because she cannot stand our manager. Specifically, she does not like his way of managing the team and felt that it was time to leave the company.

It is a shame because we got along nicely. She stayed longer because she wanted to finish her tasks and not burden me with them, which was thoughtful and considerate. Yes, I am going back to doing the writing tasks that I did four months ago on top of my other responsibilities.

My manager asked me whether I was okay with taking on her tasks. I didn't like the way that various phrases came through on Friday from him, either through instant messages or e-mail. I told him that I wasn't thrilled with being thrown back into filling other people's shoes. I said that I would do it for now, but I need relief.

I am simply tired of being taken for granted and being afforded more work because my manager cannot spread the wealth.

We had a pizza lunch that was paid for by the company. My team consists of two students and the departed contractor. The pizza lunch was to recognize our contributions to the food bank. All four of us felt odd about participating in a free pizza lunch when we all did not contribute to the food bank. The students went out for lunch at Subway. For the contractor's last day with the company, we had lunch at a European place close by and had a wonderful chat over great food. She did not want a farewell lunch, so we made it a casual, extra long one!

The students and I also had a software release to get out the door. We got that done thanks to proper planning.

I also seem to be a surrogate team lead for a couple of folks in Brazil. Their team lead seems absent and is often unresponsive. They had a fairly simple update to make, but they spent over an hour. Luckily, I was away for most of it. I cringe working with them.

Back to my manager... he stopped me in the afternoon in a corridor about whether I knew that the contractor was handing her laptop to me. I had no idea and his line of questioning was odd. Why not talk to her instead of me?

I then got a fury of e-mails from him. I deliberately didn't respond to an e-mail that he had sent on Wednesday because I was logging off for the day. I have been busy this week, which included making sure that the contractor's unfinished tasks were passed over to me. His concern isn't mine. He resent the same e-mail twice. Excessive? Yes, under the circumstances.

Off to bed. I love weekends. I can sleep in and call it a week.

Just send me the f*cking PowerPoint... words of wisdom

When you first meet my guy, you'd find that he is knowledgeable, bright, and funny. He has everything under control.

In my case, in addition to these fine attributes, I see him as being attractive and great, among other traits.

My guy is a sleepyhead. He travels a ton.

The other week, when he was in Stockholm, he was with a number of peers. He often will take his lunch hour and nap, because he is jetlagged.

He couldn't do that all last week. Various folks did presentations. He had no choice but to nap through some of them during the lunch hour. I don't know why they couldn't stop and have everyone eat or do whatever they needed to.

"I need to sleep at lunch to replenish and relax. It doesn't matter whether folks see me napping," my guy insisted.
"Okay, as long as you don't drool," I replied.
"I didn't," he assured me. "I don't understand why everyone needs to present stuff. It's so boring. Just send me the f*cking PowerPoint!" he whined.

That last comment made me laugh. We both laughed about that. Employees at our company often have to do presentations and create PowerPoint slides. The fact that my guy feels comfortable whining to me is sweet and endearing.

I want that saying as a bumpersticker in my car. My guy will need to trademark the statement. It's brilliant and funny!

A handjob and a hug to avoid my driving his car

Teasing my guy over how possessive he is about his car is fun. It shows how playful we are.

On the weekend, I was cold in the treehouse. He had no choice but to start his car, as my hands were colder than his. This situation is fairly rare.

I didn't mention that, after he had spanked and pleasured me, we cuddled for a bit. My hand automatically rested on his crotch.

"You're mighty hard," I said, in a relaxed tone.
"I am," he admitted.

I was playing with his hard cock in his pants as if it were a manual stick shift. I shifted gears, which was enjoyable.

"I'm in third gear," I said proudly.
"You drive me nuts," he said to me.
"I'm playing with your nuts, too," I joked.

I wondered whether his jeans would split open because his hard member seemed to be expanding by the second. He had no choice but to pull down his jeans and underwear, and let me play with his erect penis.

I gave him a handjob. He liked the visual of my licking his member like a popsicle. I like to call it a cocksicle these days. You would think that he couldn't get any harder. Nope, it happened to my delight and surprise!

He did reach orgasm. I feel proud that I helped out. We cleaned up and cuddled some more.

When it was time for us to head our separate ways, we both got out of his car.

"I will now drive your car," I said, making a move to get into the driver side.

My guy has pretty good reflexes. He pulled me over to him, and we kissed and hugged. He then shifted me a bit.

When we separated from our embrace, I looked at him.

"You shifted me because you wanted to stop me from driving your car, right?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said sweetly, standing in front of the driver's side of his car, as if he were guarding it.
"I love teasing you," I said, looking sweetly at him.
"I love being teased by you," he said, knowing that it's true.

We hugged and kissed some more before we drove home in our own cars.

Neck kisses and nipple nibbles

My guy loves when I wear a black bra. The sight of the black straps against my skin gets him excited.

The other day in the treehouse, my guy unzipped my jacket and started kissing my neck. I love when he showers me with kisses. He was wonderfully soft lips.

He exposed my black bra from under my grey v-neck sweater. He immediately took my left breast out of my bra and started sucking on my nipple. It felt like heaven. He then did the same to my right nipple. I love how hard my nipples get and how he plays with them while sucking on them.

He told me after our quality time that he looks forward to the warmer weather. It makes me break out the shorts and skirts. He likes the look of my bare thighs and gives me more access to play with me.

Spring and summer can't come any sooner.

Work frustration, but comforted by a sore bottom

It has been a while since I have ranted about work. Unfortunately, the cycle has restarted.

Back in November of last year, we hired two contractors. My manager fired the male contractor a month later, as he was highly unproductive. The female contractor showed promise. She was eager to learn and was hard-working.

She and my manager do not get along. My manager insisted that she start work with the rest of her agile team. She prefers to start work at 07:30. Only one other person is in the office at that hour and that person does not work directly with her. She didn't compromise with my manager. Instead, she still comes in at the same time, but takes more breaks and leaves work half an hour later.

My manager has set up team lunches every Friday, so that we can all bond. No team member is obligated to attend all of them, but these invitations caused stress for the contractor.

Late on Monday, my manager forwarded an e-mail from this contractor, who essentially resigned and said that this week would be her last with the company. Frankly, I don't think that she can give less than a week's notice. It's just not classy.

I had suspected that she would jump ship. Being sick for a week was my tipoff. On Monday, she cited getting her basement attended to in the morning due to flooding. She was adamant that she would be away in the morning, but would resume work from home in the afternoon. I have a feeling that she knew that she no longer wanted to come into work.

So, my manager has yet again asked me to step in and take over a departing writer's tasks. I am frankly sick of bailing people out. One writer goes on vacation and I am the only one who ended up subbing for her. Another writer quit a year ago. I picked up her slack. What about last December when two writers could not get their act together and do their jobs? Another writer and I slaved away to get the job done under tight deadlines.

I need to seriously consider finding another job. I feel, yet again, that my career is stagnant. I do not want to be filling in for folks who quit.

Apparently, we have three positions open. I can only hope that they all get filled so I can do what I enjoy doing these days, which is teaching folks how to write rather than being taken for granted as someone who can save the day when we are short-staffed. However, I still need to see what jobs are out there. Perhaps I can find one that is close to home and that I find challenging.

I will continue regularly scheduled fun posts soon. Yes, my backside is still sore from my recent spanking. It makes me feel loved that my guy would spank me after a long day of travel.

The double-whammy spanking

My guy and I were cuddling, and he managed to get a few swats across my left buttock.

"You know that I love your butt," he whispered. "I like your corduroy leggings."
"Thanks," I said. "That's not nice that you want to spank me."
"Well, you've been a bad girl," he said, first putting his hand in my left back pocket, followed by attempting to slide his hand down my panties.

I have noticed that when I stop him from sliding his hand down my panties to grope my butt, it makes him excited. He'll try some more and then he'll try the front. It's fun trying to stop him. It only works for a brief period.

"Assume the position," he told me, shuffling over and signalling my going of his lap.
"But, I am. I am a good girl sitting here," I replied.
"Nope, that's not right."

Eventually, I did. He pulled my panties and leggings down. I was that bad of a girl that it was a hard bare-bottomed spanking. I got excited.

He first started smacking each buttock. Being an optimizing guy, he decided to use both hands to smack my bare bottom, punctuating each syllable of nonsense that he was playfully saying. In other words, he was playing the bongos and substituted them for my butt.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed, which was true.
"Good," he said.

He pleasured me. My orgasm was intense and wonderful. I rested across his lap for a bit.

He pulled up my panties and leggings. He stroked my backside and then smacked in a few times.

"Hey, I thought that my spanking was over," I told him.
"It's not if you continue to rest across my lap," he advised.

Well, my spanking was done, but he pulled down my leggings and panties again to pleasure me. I felt so good.

He's a gentleman. He always puts me back together, and pulled up my panties and leggings again.

I got up from his lap and kissed him. It was a nice, passionate kiss. I caressed his head as we kissed.

I asked him what the name of that new type of spanking was. He has dubbed it the double-whammy spanking. My butt is still sore from it. It was a lot of fun.

Early flight home, cuddles, and teasing

Sometimes, changes in plans work out nicely.

My guy's flight was scheduled to arrive at 19:35 on Saturday. I had planned to be at the office at around 20:00.

Well, I ended up having a late snack and was about fifteen minutes away from the office when I got a text from my guy. His flight was 55 minutes early! It is fairly rare that flights are that early. I suppose that there wasn't much of a headwind going on.

I texted my guy back and said that it wouldn't be a problem. It just meant that we'd have more quality time together.

My guy's taxi arrived just before 19:30. I walked over to his car.

"Hey, how are you?" he asked me, putting away his luggage in the trunk.
"I'm great. Can I drive your car?" I asked him.
"No," he said. "I have to run upstairs and drop these manuals. You can make yourself comfortable in the treehouse."

So, I did. The downside was that it was -8°C outside and his car was cold. Luckily, he came back in five minutes.

"How are things?" he asked me.
"I'm cold," I said, holding his hand.
"You're colder than I am. That's rare. Let me start the car," he said.

He started his car, made sure that the heater had kicked in, and came back to me.

"It should be warm soon, especially when we cuddle," he told me.
"Yes," I replied. "Now that you have your car's ignition on, I can jump into the front seat and drive it," I said, teasing him.
"In that case, I need to get you dopey fast," he said, smiling.

It's wonderful having him back to cuddle and tease.

Groping and seeing my guy again

My guy has been in Stockholm this week for work. He has been working non-stop on various presentations for a couple of months now. He was concerned that he wouldn't complete everything on time for this week.

As expected, he did just fine. We are similar in that we are hard on ourselves and always want to do the best job that we can.

We had a good conversation on Friday night. I was having an early dinner and he was about to turn in, as we have a six-hour difference. He teased me about Sharky, a manager at work who likes me, but comes across as being creepy.

"How is Sharky doing?" my guy asked me.
"He said hi to me this morning in front of the elevators. I didn't even see that he was there. He's so short that I don't often look down," I admitted.
"Did he grope your ass in the elevator?" my guy asked me.
"No! That's a Fifty Shades Darker scene. It's not a Sharky Creepy Lust movie," I told him, which made me laugh.
"It would have been the perfect opportunity for him to make his move," my guy joked.
"I like it better when you grope me in the elevator," I admitted.
"I can tomorrow when I see you."

Yes, I want that and more. I can't wait to see him again.

Driving home and seeing a pedestrian sprawled on the street

I was driving home at around 20:25 on Thursday night. I was roughly two streets away from my home in a residential area.

I was stopped at the three-way intersection. In front of me was a black pickup truck with its hazard lights blinking. I had to drive around it, on the opposite side of the residential street.

The image in my head still shakes me. In front of the pickup truck was a body of a person. That person was in a starfish position, head up.

The driver of the pickup truck was standing on the southwest corner of the intersection. He was on his cell phone, calling 911.

Part of me wanted to pull over and see how everyone was. I was so shocked that I decided to drive home.

Moments later, I heard the ambulance siren. I hope that the pedestrian is okay. If I am in this state, I can't imagine what the pickup truck driver is going through.

There are a number of problems with both pedestrians and drivers in my neighbourhood:

• At this specific intersection, pedestrians feel that they own it. They will walk diagonally across the intersection. Um, no. You cross one side of the street, and then the next.
• At night, pedestrians often wear dark clothing. For drivers, it's difficult to spot you. The person hit was wearing black pants. However, the person's jacket was red, which should have stood out.
• The speed limit in our residential area is 40 km. I have seen many folks exceed that speed limit. We have speed bumps and I live around the corner from an elementary school. Slow down, drivers!
• I have often seen folks do a left-hand turn in my area and do not see me coming. I have to honk. Drivers need to pay more attention to both pedestrians and cars. Look both ways before you go.
• Pedestrians need to look both ways before they cross the street, too. I deliberately back my car into my driveway. In the morning, I pull out and see everything and everyone. Thursday morning, a woman walked past my car. I waited for her to cross before I pulled out. I was driving and she nearly walked into the side of my car. I don't care if you are wearing a hoodie. Turn your head before you cross the street. Again, as a pedestrian, you don't own the road if you pull a stupid action like this one.
• We are so distracted by our phones, music blasting in the car, and much more. Lose all of it. You're better off doing so.

I just hope that this pedestrian is okay. I keep looking online to see whether there are any reports. So far, I haven't heard a thing.

Being playful and seizing his car keys

It helps that my guy and I are playful. I like constantly teasing him about his car and the fact that he won't let anyone drive it, including me.

Before we had quality time on Saturday, we were cuddling. I was hugging him and reached into his right coat pocket.

"What are you doing?" he asked me.
"Looking for your car keys. They are in this pocket, right?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said reluctantly.

I playfully went into his pocket. He stopped me.

"If you take my keys, I will tickle you," he threatened.
"That's not nice," I said, temporarily stopping my quest.
"Good," he said.

He started to tickle me.

"Hey, I am not even near your keys," I said, holding both of his wrists as if my hands were handcuffs.

He smiled at me. He knows that I am ticklish. I know that I can take his keys when he is lethargic.

Well, I did manage to snatch his keys. It was fun using his remote to pop his trunk open and lock his car. Success!

My 1,000 post - the fountain of cum

I just realized that this post will be my 1,000th post! I decided to be fancy and place a comma in the number -- just because I can.

I never thought that I would be blogging this much. It helps to have a ton of topics to write about and great readers like you who stop by and say hi. Thanks so much for your support over the years!

On Saturday, after I was spanked and pleasured, it was my turn to reciprocate. I moved my hand over my guy's crotch. Sure enough, he was hard.

He touched himself and then let me go back to doing it. He was so turned looking at my berry nail polish, with my hand over his crotch, that he immediately unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down with his underwear. It was nice to touch his hard member again.

My guy obviously missed me. He told me that he lusted after me badly. I gave him a handjob. His cum flowed effortlessly, coating my of my hand. He told me not to stop. I didn't. It was probably one of the best handjobs I have given him. It truly was a fountain of cum that seemed to go on and on.

We both helped clean up afterwards. We used a lot of tissue. In my treehouse, I have a roll of paper towel. We realized that tissue leaves little bits here and there. It was fun trying to carefully pick the bits off his bits.