Spanking and sex

My guy and I walked towards the king-sized bed. I went to bend over the bed, with my guy giving me a light smack with his hand across my left buttock.

He caressed both buttocks. I had a short blue pair of shorts on, with white little flowers. He gave each cheek a smack.

He proceeded to pull down my shorts and lavender-coloured panties. I got excited immediately.

"I must have been bad if you're going to smack my bare butt," I remarked.
"Yes, you've been a very bad girl," he replied.

He meticulously smacked each buttock in succession. They were firm smacks.

"You know that hurts," I said to him.
"Good," he replied, continuing to spank me.

After a while, he stopped.

"Did you bring the paddle?" he asked.
"Yes, it's in the bag over there," I replied, pointing to the desk.

He went to get the sturdy wooden paddle that he had given me for Christmas. Instead of spanking me across both buttocks like he normally does with it, he alternated paddling each side. It hurt, but I like it better when he paddles each buttock. The smacks are evenly distributed.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed.
"I know. You deserve it," he insisted.
"You're mean!" I said.
"That's my job," he replied.

My guy was turned on looking at the view that he had. He paused to get his phone, to take photos of my rosy butt and my being stretched out on the bed.

"Did you bring lube and condoms?" he asked.
"I have come prepared. Both are in my luggage," I said, face down.

He went over to my luggage and found everything. He is always pleased at how prepared I am. I had got up to see if he needed any help, but he was fine.

His cock was hard. He stood there and his erect penis was perpendicular to the floor. It was impressive.

I got back on the bed. He took me from behind. I love when his body is pressed up against mine.

At one point, he told me to look at the wall mirror. It was conveniently placed such that I saw him on top of me. I liked what I was looking at. It was loving, intimate, and sexy. Eventually, we both came.

We cleaned up a bit before we stretched out on the bed, cuddled up to each other. It was a good Saturday.

A knock, kisses, hugging, and groping

The anticipation of hearing my guy knock on the hotel room door. Fifteen minutes later, it happened.

I opened the door. It was enough for me to pop my head out.

"Hey, I recognize that face," I said.
"Hey, there!" he replied with a huge smile on his face.

He came in. I waited for the door to close. For some reason, it took its time.

We hugged. My guy was wearing his black wool coat. I was wearing a fuchsia cold shoulder tunic shirt, and a pair of navy shorts with small white flowers. My shorts were indeed short.

The hug lasted for a while. It felt so good. My guy reached down and groped my butt. At one point, he hiked up my shorts to grope my bare cheeks. I loved it. I was excited.

We kissed. We continued to hug some more as we walked over to the loveseat.

My guy took his coat off. We hugged some more. I could feel his erection pressed up against me.

We sat on the loveseat. We chatted a bit before hugging and kissing some more.

His kisses make me melt. I am sure that we could have kissed for hours. Instead, he moved his lips down my shoulders and neck. I love when he kisses me all over.

He got up. He took off his jeans and boxer briefs. We kissed a bit more.

Both my legs went over his. He caressed my bare legs. He took my shirt off, revealing my lacy black bra, which made him even more excited.

He played with my breasts. I caressed his sexy uniform head and chest. I held his erect penis and played it with. We kissed some more.

"Let's move over to the bed. I need to spank you," he whispered in my ear.
"No, I'm your good girl," I said to him.
"You are never good," he insisted.

We kissed and hugged some more. We both missed each other so much.

Are you here? I'm on my way

My guy called me twice today. It's our second conversation that makes me smile.

"Hey, are you checked in at the hotel?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," I replied, indicating the room number.
"Can I come over in fifteen minutes?" he asked.
"Sure. I'm eating. I should be finished by then," I said.
"That's okay. You can still eat while I am there," he replied.
"Okay. Where are you?" I asked him.
"I'm in my car, driving over to see you now," he stated.

He doesn't waste time, which made me laugh. It's an endearing quality that he has when he misses me a ton.

Happy weekend

The weekend is here. Yay!

I'm exhausted after a long workweek, but I am happy. Enjoy your weekend, everyone!

Don't forget the paddles!

I have packing for a weekend staycation down to a science these days. Considering that I was last on a staycation roughly three weeks ago, the routine is still relatively fresh in my head.

"Don't forget the paddles," my guy said to me.
"Yes, they are all packed," I replied.
"Good. I love that you bring more than one," he complimented.
"Variety is nice, although I know which implement you like the best," I said.

We both can't wait to spend some quality time together.

Sweet dreams with a text message

It's nice when my guy wishes me goodnight in a text message. It's nice when he thinks of me.

"Goodnight, sweetie," he texted.
"Goodnight, sweet guy," I replied.

And, with that, I'm off to sleep. Sweet dreams!

Staycation with my guy this weekend... yay!

It's confirmed! I'm doing another staycation in my guy's town this weekend.

My guy and I had a decent chat yesterday.

"I miss you. Getting a room is more enjoyable," he admitted.
"I miss you, too. I agree. I like cuddling with you and more," I said.

It's nice to look forward to the weekend.

Wiping out on freezing rain

There was freezing rain overnight. On Monday morning, I headed out the door and to my car, trying to get to work.

I didn't realize that there was freezing rain on the driveway. I walked, lost my balance, and wiped out. I haven't wiped out in nearly a decade.

The good news is that my fall wasn't bad. I landed on my left hip, towards the back where the fleshiest part of it is. I was holding my hat with my mittens inside it in my left hand. When I landed, the stuffed hat acted as a cushion.

I told my guy that at work through text messages. He works from home most days.

"Glad you're okay. Are you at work or did you stay home?" he asked me.
"Yes, I made it to work," I replied.
"Take it easy. Thank goodness you're working from home on Tuesday and Wednesday," he replied.

He's sweet when he's concerned.

We are trying to get together this weekend. We like getting a hotel room. It's fun and enjoyable when we do.

Travel and scheduling... challenging!

These days, I have been looking at photos that I have taken over the years. Recently, I decided to clean up duplicate photos and reminisce. A vacation for a couple of weeks will do that to me.

It has been a while since my guy and I have travelled together. His business trips have been reduced for a while, thanks to a corporate ban on travel.

My guy has a trip to Seattle. The decision here is up to the customer. Once that is done, we have both decided to spend some time together there.

It hasn't been all that bad with the travel ban at work. It has been nice to spend more time together on weekends. These days, it's trying to figure out which weekend works best for both of us.

Ah, scheduling challenges are so much fun! Thank goodness for text messages, phone calls, and e-mails.

Mushy mode - missing me

My guy is in mushy mode these days. He sent me a sweet e-mail, which I got just before I went to bed last night.

I like how far he has come along since we first met. These days, he is perfectly comfortable telling me that he misses me.

Just wanted to let you know that I'm missing you. Hope I can see you soon.

I like when he emotes and is mushy.

Text messages to quick make the day better

It's almost instinctual these days that when I miss my guy, he will send me a pick-me-up message. It's just gut instinct.

He sent me a quick text message. He hoped that my eye is getting better and that I'm still enjoying the pics that he finally sent me after nearly two years since I had taken them on his phone.

The good news is that my left eye is back to normal. My rash on my wrist is still there, but the hydrocortisone cream that I apply on it seems to be helping.

I can also tell that it's a mutual vibe. He sends me texts more often when he misses me, too. It's nice.

Parting and pouting kisses

When my guy and I go out separate ways after spending some time together, it's sort of sad. We want to spend more time with each other.

"I don't want you to go," I said to him, walking him to the door.
"I don't, either," he replied.

We kissed. It was one of those long, affectionate types of kisses. Full of love. Meaningful.

Sometimes, I'll pout. He'll end up kissing my lower lip that is sticking out in the pout. I like when he does that. He's sweet.

I miss him tonight.

Allergic reactions, leather, and silicone

It has been an interesting week as far as odd allergic reactions go. I typically don't have any. This week, I had two.

On Monday, my left eye was itchy. It then decided to go into discharge mode. My contact lens hadn't torn, and I didn't have an eyelash caught between it and my eyeball.

It was snowing on my way home. I remembered that I had a small bottle of lubricating drops in my purse. Traffic was stop and go. When my car was at a full stop at a red light, I got some relief putting some drops in both eyes.

I got home and took my contacts out. My left eye had more of the itchy discharge than my right. The latter was starting. I had discharge all evening. Oh, fun! I did some research and it was an allergic reaction. What I was doing, which was putting moisturizing drops in my eyes, was the best solution.

Right now, I have a slight rash on my wrist. I have been using a stainless steel band on my Fitbit Alta. I have a feeling that I am allergic to it.

I changed my band to the replacement silicone one that Fitbit replaced. My original one broke and it was under warranty. We'll see if my rash will go away. 

I suppose that I am simply either a leather or silicone strap person. It seems to be the case for watches, Fitbit devices, and perhaps spanking implements.

Long lost photos have been delivered!

My guy and I travelled to Seattle nearly a couple of years ago. He was there on business and I made it a vacation.

On our last day there, we had breakfast at our hotel before we headed off to the airport. I had forgotten to bring my phone down to the restaurant. Instead, I took photos using my guy's phone of what I was eating. I have been taking food photos for years, mainly to remember what great food I have had.

He ended up saving all his photos to his hard drive, which I refer to as the abyss or black hole. I felt like I would never see these photos again.

He surprised me an e-mail tonight:

Hey Cutiebootie,
Hope all is good on your end. Could you please check the attached pics and see if they are the ones that you wanted?

Miracles do happen! I also like the mention of end. Yes, he's hinting at my backside.

Gifts

My guy was sweet to offer to split the hotel room rate the other weekend. On the second day, he came over to my hotel room and remembered.

"Let me pay before I forget," he said, taking out his wallet.
"It's okay. You don't have to," I said to him.
"Yes, I do. How come you don't want me to pick up my fair share?" he asked me.
"You got me gifts," I indicated, looking at the cookbook and cute plush owl.
"I will always buy you gifts," he said, sweetly.

He spoils me. He truly is my gift.

Good friends and calligraphy

On Saturday, I spent the day with a dear friend. It was good to catch up, shop, eat, and exchange Christmas presents.

We normally get together before Christmas. It didn't happen last year, so we did it yesterday instead. She got me a calligraphy set, which was wonderful, along with an R2-D2 Christmas ornament. I love them. She is an extremely thoughtful person.

I told her the story of our grade 8 art teacher asking my class who knew how to do calligraphy. A handful of my pears said my name. I was elected to print the names of each student graduating from grade 8. I did it with my good friend at the time. We had eight graduating classes to do, so we both took on four classes each of student names.

I wrote my own name on my graduation certificate. Perhaps I shouldn't have. Part of me felt that it didn't feel official doing so. I knew that it was, though.

My friend was impressed. I don't recall doing her certificate. We first met in grade 7, so I would have remembered such an important detail.

Even though we have been friends for ages, we still learn from each other. It's never a dull friendship. It's one that I truly appreciate and she does, too.

Unwrapping my guy after shopping

My guy and I had a quick conversation about where we wanted to shop the other day.

"What are you planning to do after we visit this store?" he asked me.
"I'd like to unwrap you," I said.

He liked that answer. I did, too. It was exactly how we both felt.

Boots, orgasms, and ejaculation in a cozy hotel room

I recently stayed at a hotel in my guy's town for a couple of nights. On the second night, he texted me to ask whether I was back at the hotel. I was.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, he came over. We both agreed that it was nice to be in the same town.

He knocked on the door. I opened it.

"I'm breaking in my new shoes," I said.
"Wow, they're nice," he said, looking down at them.
"They are high-top moccasins. I got them for $18 and they are leather," I said happily.
"That's great!" he said, sharing my savings high with me.

We embraced. I love a good hug from him. I had my cold-shoulder tunic top. This time, I didn't wear anything underneath. Instead, it looked like a super-short dress on me. He approved. He also love how thin and smooth the fabric of my top felt.

We eventually moved over to the loveseat.

"Did you want another spanking?" he asked me.
"My butt is still sore from the one you gave me yesterday," I admitted.
"Good. It just proves that you're a bad girl. I won't spank you today," he noted.

Instead, we cuddled and kissed for a bit. He then played with me, moving his hand under my black lacy panties, and fingering both my wet pussy and butthole. Moments later, I came.

He let me rest for a bit. I kissed him. He loved that. We then repeated the cycle.

He went to clean up and returned, sitting next to me. I caressed his member in his pants. It kept on getting so large that my guy had to let it out for me to continue playing with it. Sure enough, my guy ejaculated all over my hand.

It was my turn to clean up.

I love evenings like this one, especially when there is a deep freeze happening outside. It's warm and cozy being with someone special.

Periods - noting details and scheduling sex

It's that time of the month. Both my guy and I were thankful that we had so much fun last week! This week is obviously a bit of a breather.

When I first got my menstrual cycle, I was twelve years old. I noticed within the first couple of years that it was abnormal. You're supposed to have one each month. Mine were unpredictable. For the first ten years, I could go a year without one, give or take a few months.

I recall going to my doctor. I had my thyroid checked. It was fine. I got hormone pills that helped start my period.

My periods were heavy. They lasted six to seven days.

When it came to sex, it was nice that I didn't have regular periods. I could engage in sex often. I am not sure if my lack of a normal menstrual cycle ended up heightening my sex drive.

Roughly five years ago, I lost sixty pounds. To this day, I am proud of this achievement. I have been able to maintain it ever since.

What came with this weight loss was a regular menstrual cycle. These days, I can accurately predict when it is going to happen, unless I am stressed that it gets missed. I also missed my period for a month after I had back surgery.

I didn't do my regular exercise regimen last weekend for a couple of days. Whenever I skip exercising, my cramping is the worst. Yesterday, my cramps were bad. Luckily, ibuprofen works for me.

The other thing that tips me off that my period is about to happen is a dull ache in my lower back. Yesterday, it was pretty bad. Again, ibuprofen seems to help here, too.

The good news is that my cramping and lower back ache last for roughly 24 hours. I will be fine when I wake up on Friday.

Oh, and my periods these days aren't as heavy as they used to be. They also last for five days, at most.

It's amazing how hormones and my body work. I asked my doctor and she said that my weight loss ended up balancing my hormones.

My guy is sweet. He finds that I don't go into an I-hate-the-world type of mentality when my period hits. Rather, I seem more at peace. It's a bit strange, but he's correct.

He always asks whether it's okay to spank me when I am on my period. I am fine with it once my cramping goes away. I also insist of being spanked over my pants or whatever I am wearing.

Technically, it's not really a quiet week when I have my period. Spankings continue. We just take a break when it comes to sexual intercourse. I also like focusing on him by giving him a handjob or blowjob, depending on what he would like.

It's all good.

Saving time and money shopping with my guy

Last Friday, my guy and I met up at our favourite liquidation store. I am glad that I took my guy's suggestion to book a hotel in his town. Driving from the hotel to the liquidation centre took me twenty minutes. Had I decided to drive from my home, it would have taken me over two hours.

I have never been to this place when it first opens at 10:00 am. There is a ridiculous lineup!

My guy got there five minutes later. I found him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey!" I said happily
"Hey, sweetie!" he exclaimed. "I see that you have a number of goodies already."
"I do," I said, showing what I had so far.
"Is our favourite cleaning solution there?" he asked me.
"Yes, there are a couple of tubs," I replied, as he went over there.

It's funny that he knows that I look at everything. I had a good time there, buying decent food items, and three pairs of pants going for $10 a pair.

I like that we love shopping together, especially when it comes to saving money and getting great deals.

Which spanking implement do you like the best?

When my guy and I cuddle, we tend to have the best conversations. We were cuddled up in bed when we had this one.

"So, which implement did you like using on me the best?" I asked him.
"I like the large wooden paddle," he replied.
"How come?" I asked him.
"It spanks both your buttocks simultaneously, which is optimal," he said.

He's so nerdy that it's sweet. He is all for optimization and exerting as little energy as possible.

Naturally, I teased him.

"You are never going into marketing. I love who you are, nonetheless" I told him.
"I'm glad. I love your cute butt," he admitted.

He mushy, too.

Fun smacks with the paddle

After having a fun time being spanked, followed by having wonderful sex, we cuddled. My guy had his legs bent. My legs ended up on top of his.

I love when he is playful.

"I'm a good girl, right?" I teased, as we were cuddled up together.
"Tell me that you're a bad girl," he insisted, taking the big wooden paddle and smacking my bare left buttock.
"No, I'm good!" I insisted.
"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said, continuing to smack my left buttock.
"Yes, for a limited time," I started to admit.
"For how long?" he asked me, giving me yet another smack with the paddle.
"Five years," I said.
"Okay," he replied, putting away the paddle.
"That's it?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes," he said, smiling at me.

We continued cuddling, as if nothing had happened. Well, something did, for my left buttock felt more sore than the other one.

Cuddling, paddling, and more cuddling

My guy and I cuddled on the bed. I love being in his arms. It's a mutual feeling.

He had already taken off his sweater and pants. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. I was wearing a cold-shoulder shirt and shorts.

We kissed and hugged. It was nice. It felt like we were miles away from everything.

He played with my breasts. I could feel how hard my nipples were getting.

I ran my left hand across his bare right thigh. I ended up groping his right buttock, which turned me on. He liked it, too.

He found my left buttock and started to spank it.

"It's time for your punishment," he said, continuing to smack my buttock with his bare hand.
"No, I'm a good girl," I protested, which didn't help.
"You're my bad girl. I need to spank you," he insisted.

He smacked my backside a few times. I rolled over to my stomach, stretched out in the middle of the bed. He continued spanking each buttock with his hand.

Eventually, he pulled down my panties and shorts. He used two of the three implements. He first used the leather paddle. I have missed him using it for a while. That familiar sound across my butt brought back memories of this paddle being used on me. I liked how my butt was starting to sting.

He then switched to the large wooden paddle, which he had gifted me the week before. It packs quite the smack.

"It hurts so much," I said to him several smacks later.
"I know,"he said, occasionally rubbing my butt before continuing with my paddling.

Eventually, he stopped. He liked how pink my butt was that he took photos using his phone. Normally, he grabs my phone, so that was a first.

He kissed my butt, which I always love. He ended up taking me from behind. We both came, which was both exciting and highly pleasurable.

I love when his body is pressed up against mine like that. We felt like one, as we moved as one.

My guy went to clean up before coming back to stretch out next to me.

"Thanks, sweetie. That was amazing," I said to him, giving him a kiss.
"You're amazing. Thank you," he said, kissing my forehead.

We cuddled some more.

Sweaters, kisses, and cuddling

I love when my guy showers me with kisses. He did that the other day when we were both sitting on the loveseat.

On Boxing Day, we had a discussion about sweaters.

"I love when you wear v-neck sweaters. It makes me think about what I want to do with you and your boobs," he admitted.
"I like v-necks sweaters because they elongate my neck. I feel like I have a short neck," I remarked.
"I don't think that you have a short neck. I have kissed your neck, shoulders, and back. I love every inch of you," he said sweetly.

He is a sweetie.

"Let's move to the bed. We can get under the covers and cuddle," he said.
"Sounds good," I said.

Naturally, we got ourselves comfortable on the king-sized bed... and then some.

Hotel, gifts,and lots of kisses

On Thursday, I drove to my guy's town. The drive wasn't bad, as I had bypassed most of the ugly rush-hour traffic. I also have a hunch that other folks have taken this week off, like I have.

I checked in at the hotel room at 16:30. I then went to grab a pizza and more, and came back to the hotel.

My guy called me. He was commuting and said that he'd drop by at 20:00. I was thrilled.

I wore a cold-shoulder top, which he has seen me in once before. I had my skirt ready. I had asked him to call me when he was close by. He completely forgot. Instead, I was wearing shorts when he got to the hotel. They still worked.

After he knocked on my door, I let him in and we hugged tightly. I always feel good in his arms.

He took off his winter gear (it has been -22°C during the day, with a windchill that makes it feel more like -30°C) and we moved over to the loveseat.

He was sweet to have brought a couple of gifts for me. The first was a small, cuddly owl plush. I love it! The other was a pressure cooker cookbook. I didn't have a chance to leaf through it. My guy was too busy kissing me all over.

It's amazing how much he misses me. I've missed him, too.

Three spanking implements

I brought three spanking implements for my guy to use on me. Two are made of wood. The other is leather.

My guy has used two out of the three implements on me. The smaller wooden paddle is new.

"I brought three implements for you to choose from," I told my guy on the phone.
"I can't wait to use all three on your bare bottom for being such a bad girl," he remarked.

It'll be fun to see which one he chooses first.

Staycation and anticipated spanking

I'm all packed for my mini staycation. I always feel like I am missing something. Luckily, if I am, it's usually something that I can pick up along the way.

I love my chats with my guy these days.

"We need adult emojis on Skype," my guy remarked.
"I agree. We need a spanking one," I replied.
"You need a spanking," he chimed in.
"But, I'm good!" I insisted.
"No, you're a bad girl. Why do you think that I spank you so often?" he asked me rhetorically.
"You're Mr. Meanie," I stated.
"Yup, that's my job," he replied.
"The paddle that you gifted me is effective! I was sore for days," I admitted.
"That makes me very happy," he noted.

I'll be sore again soon. We are both looking forward to it.

Seeing my mushy guy and anticipating being punished

My guy is in mushy mode. It means that he misses me.

My plan was to drive over to his area on Friday morning to visit the liquidation centre that we both like. The problem these days is that I am in vacation mode, so waking up early may be difficult.

I woke up and he left me this text message:

Hey, why don't you check into a room on Thursday instead of driving early on Friday? I'll be happy to split it. Have a wonderful day, sweetie!

I decided to book a couple of nights. These staycations are fun. He has already told me that he'll be punishing me. Sweet!

Fifty Shades Freed - new trailer

With a new year comes a new Fifty Shades Freed trailer!

I am looking so forward to seeing this movie. The good news is that it's next month. I feel like I have been waiting for eons!

Happy 2018!

Happy New Year,  everyone!

Here's to good health, a ton of happiness, and many fun times! And, yes, that includes more spankings and more posts about my spankings.

Cheers,
Cutiebootie