A controlling since of my manager

I have a love-hate relationship with my boss. When he is in a good mood, he's fine. He is also a control freak. Sometimes, he comes across as being annoying.

My small team tends to go out for lunch on Fridays. As of late, he seems to want to join in. I don't mind. However, I tend to be the only one driving. He has a two-seater car. Ugh.

Recently, he said that he has driven 5,000 km in his car since May. I said that I'm at 6,000 km and I've had my new car since August. I said that I drive to work. He said the same thing. What he doesn't seem to remember is that I live farther from the office than he does. It's 50 km one-way for me.

On Friday, he wanted to do Korean food. That's fine. I haven't had Korean in a while. Naturally, I was driving. He first said that I hope that I knew where I was going. I said that I need passengers to keep their eyes open for a place that all of us haven't been to. I have two GPS apps on my phone.

While driving, my air pressure light went on. He heard it and questioned it. I said that it will go away, as it has been cold, and has turned off for the past two days. He basically said, "No, you don't understand," and went into a whole lecture about what to do. I was annoyed.

He then questioned the route that I was using.

"Google maps says to go down the street that we were on," he said.
"I'm' not on Google maps. We are going this way," I replied.

I can see why I don't like backseat drivers. The last time I experienced this situation was with my friend's ex-boyfriend years. In that case, I actually knew where I was going. Just chill.

The Korean restaurant was good. Unfortunately, he chose a fairly expensive restaurant. I felt bad for our intern for shelling out that much money for lunch.

Part of me wants to ban our manager from these lunches. I don't have to deal with such weird control issues. He doesn't know when to simply shut up and go with the flow.

Having a quick treehouse moment and retracting a hard cock

The other day, my guy and I were horny. We had just finished eating lunch.

As we were walking out the door, my guy came up close to me and groped my left buttock. Yep, that did it for me.

He asked if we could have some quality time in the backseat of my car. We were at a plaza. I said that we should move somewhere remote. He couldn't wait. I had a feeling that it wasn't the best place. I was parked fairly close to the restaurant's entrance.

Anyway, we headed to the treehouse. He pleasured me once both my shorts and panties were pulled down. Moments later, I came. It was great and I was immediately lethargic.

I then played with my guy's crotch. Hard cock? Check.

He took his erect member out of my jeans and briefs. I was jerking him off.

My weird inclination came true. Out of nowhere, a woman decided to park next to my car. We put his penis away. She got out of her car and walked over to the restaurant.

"Why did she have to park next to us? It's 16:00 and there are only three cars in front of the restaurant!" my guy said in a borderline outraged voice.
"See, I told you that we should have moved somewhere else," I replied.
"I should have listened to you. I just wanted you so much," he said sweetly.
"I know. I can play with you elsewhere," I noted.
"That would be great," he replied, smiling.

It's never a dull moment in our lives.

Orgasms, ejaculation, and treehouse fun

My guy and I arrived at the office and parked. He is incredibly boyish at times.

"Could you drive me to the airport?" he asked me, looking at my car's trunk that I had opened.
"Of course," I said, with both of us knowing that we'd spend more time together.

He had three items to transport to my car. One was a box with his training materials. Another was his suitcase. The third was his computer rolling bag.

My car is smaller than his tank of a car. We agreed that we'd use his car as the treehouse and loaded everything in my car's trunk and backseat.

We got into my guy's car. It was a warm day -- summer-like in temperature. I asked if he could open the windows. He did.

We hugged. We kissed. I was wearing shorts. He hugged my bare legs and caressed them.

"You have the sexiest legs that I have ever seen," he commented.
"You're sweet, as usual," I replied.

We snugged up to each other. I caressed his chest over his blue shirt.

"I love your chest," I said.
"I love yours, too," he replied, groping my right breast, which made me laugh.

He played with me. He ran his hands up and down my legs. He eventually found out how wet I was. He fingered me until I came. I loved it, as usual.

I wanted to give him a handjob. He let his hard cock out for me to hold and play with. He likes pleasing me so much that he made me orgasm again while I was trying to make him cum.

Eventually, I did successful make him ejaculate. It helps that I like telling him stories. He came pretty fast.

"I remember when we were in Istanbul and were heading to the train. We were on an escalator. I went to grab your hand and got your balls instead," I said.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"You gave the impression that it was bad for me to do that in public. Secretly, you wanted me to play with you there," I said.
"That's true," he said, getting harder by the minute.
"You like f*cking me. If you wanted to at 2 am, you'd wake me up and say so," I noted.
"I'd love that," he replied.
"I need to sleep next to you naked. That way, when you want to have me, you can instantly," I said.

With that little story, he came all over my hand and thigh. It was great.

We cleaned up. My guy bend over to start the car. I admired his bare butt and groped it.

"Ooh, butt! I love eye candy," I replied.

It was a good day together.

It takes one photo of me to turn him on

Last Tuesday, my guy and I had lunch together. After I had indicated that I wanted to unwrap him as my birthday gift, I shared some photos with him of my trip to Shanghai.

I had visited Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. There were Yao Ming's footprints there, so I took a photo of my feet over his and showed my guy.

"You're wearing shorts," he said, admiring my bare legs.
"Yes, it was hot there," I replied.

I sometimes forget how turned on he gets by my bare legs. There have been times where, after we have been intimate, he has hugged my legs and has told me that he loves them.

After we had finished lunch, he stood up. I was still seated for a couple of seconds. My eyes were level with his crotch. I saw a bulge. Yep, he was bulgy boy.

We left the restaurant and got into his car. He pulled out of the parking lot.

At the intersection, he hesitated.

"It's a left turn to get back to the office," I said.

He turned right. This turn goes to our usual parking lot for treehouse time.

"We're going to Starbucks!" I exclaimed happily.
"No, that place steals your money," he said.

He parked in our usual parking spot. We got out and headed into the backseat.

It was nice to hug and kiss. He has the sweetest lips. We had both missed making out.

He managed to place his right hand down my pants and underpants. He fingered my butt and said that he missed my backside.

Moments later, I came. I enjoyed it so much that he did it again, kissing my neck and shoulder the second time. I felt so lethargic afterwards.

I caressed his hard cock that was still in his pants. We eventually let it out so that I could give him a handjob. I loved wrapping my hand around it.

He told me that he loves when I am a bad girl that makes him feel good. He ejaculated. There was so much cum that it coated the entire back of my hand. It was almost as if I had dipped my hand in paraffin wax.

"No cum on my seat. It's all on you," he remarked.
"It was perfect timing. You came at the same time as the downpour of rain," I remarked.

We cleaned up and cuddled for a bit before we had to go back to the office and attempt looking alert.

Pleasing my guy by sucking, kissing, jerking, and fingering him

While cuddling and resting my head against my guy's chest in the treehouse, I couldn't help but to rest my right hand on his crotch. I could feel his member grow harder in his jeans. I liked caressing it for a bit at this stage, which made my guy happy.

I then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his jeans. I reached in and helped myself to playing with his erect penis in his underwear. Eventually, my guy pulled them down and I got to hold his cock in my hand.

"Can you suck it?" my guy asked politely.
"Sure," I replied.

I reached for my strawberry-flavoured gel. My guy remarked that I came prepared. I placed some of the gel and distributed it on his member's head, and kept on spreading it downwards. I then began licking, kissing, and sucking him. The oral gel definitely adds an extra excitement layer to the experience.

My guy was growing in my mouth. He asked me to pull out and continuing jerking him off, which I did. I added a bonus step by fingering his anus with my middle finger, which drove him crazy. He loves when I do that. He eventually came all over my hand, which flowed down his shaft and onto his tummy.

I kissed him afterwards. It gives me great joy and satisfaction when he ejaculates.

We cleaned up. We then took a brief nap with my head on his shoulder, and his head resting on top of mine.

I love that our love for each other grows, which makes sex wonderful and special.

V is for valuing my short skirt #AtoZchallenge

I tend to sleep in on Saturdays. My guy was sweet to call me a bit later than usual on Saturday.

"Hey," I said on the phone, with a green drink in my hand.
"Hey, did I wake you up?" he asked cautiously.
"Do I sound sleepy?" I asked him.
"I didn't want to call early, so I waited," he remarked.
"You're sweet. I have been up since 10:20," I advised, which meant that I had been up for over an hour.

We chatted. I had just finished blending my green drink in my mixer and was busy pouring the extra in a bottle. He liked that I was enthusiastic about my new blending kick.

"Can you wear your skirt for me?" he asked me.
"I can. The earlier that we meet, the shorter it will be," I teased.

My guy loves seeing my legs in a skirt. The weather called for a temperature of 15°C, so it was definitely warm enough to wear one.

That afternoon, he was thrilled to see me in my short skirt. At the end of our time together on Saturday, he admired how short it was, and caressed both my thighs.

We were both in the backseat of his car. He deliberately watched me exit his car. He whistled at me. He liked what he saw.

It's amazing how happy he is when I wear a short skirt.

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.

New car, new treehouse, new teasing

My guy called me on Wednesday night.

"I got a car," he told me with excitement.
"Great! What am I driving?" I asked him.
"I am driving a roomy Lexus," he said, which made us laugh at my attempt to break him down.
"Nice! Plenty of room in the backseat?" I hinted.
"Yes, it's a spacious treehouse," he replied.

He's happy with it. He got it on Tuesday night. It's an off-white colour.

"I can't wait to see and drive it," I teased.
"You can see it and say hello. It has a push button to start it," he stated.
"I can't wait to drive it," I reinforced.
"You can push the button and I can drive it," he replied. 
"I like pushing your buttons more," I joked.

It is fun teasing him. My mission to break him down so that I can drive his beloved car starts again.

Good girl position versus bad girl position

My guy and I have a lot of fun with our dialogue before, during, and after a spanking. The following banter happened a few weeks ago in our treehouse.

"Assume the position," he said to me, shifting over to the middle of the backseat.
"I am," I said, looking at him, still seated next to him. "This is my good girl position."
"I meant your bad girl position," my guy said, smiling.

He gentle pulled me over his lap. He spanked me with his hand. Good times had by all!

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.

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.

Questions from my passengers about the ruler in my car's backseat pocket

It's interesting how I had predicted a situation taking place in a past blog post. It came true on Friday.

Sharky, a software development manager at work, had invited his team for lunch. I am a part of his team. The distribution list left off my two co-op students. I forwarded the invitation to them. They gladly accepted. After all, they are foodies like I am.

Sharky then extended the invitation to my manager and indicated that I would be there. I don't know why he had to make that point or whether I am reading too much into it. My manager accepted.

When it came time to depart, one of the co-op students asked me if I could drive us, as she had to fill up her van with gas. I agreed. My boss wanted to hitch a ride with me, as he does not want to drive. It annoys me sometimes. I wasn't liking the idea of a full car.

So, we all walked over to my car. Naturally, my boss wants to sit behind me and notices that I have grocery bags hanging behind my car seat. Yes, I have hooks there. I wasn't expecting so many passengers. So, I had to hear my boss do a play-by-play about my bags. I had to tune him out and drive off.

I got us to the restaurant and bar. Mind you, I had missed the turn because no one knew where this place was. I ended up doing a u-turn and then turning left in a lane that wasn't meant to be a turning one. I told the co-op students to forget that they saw me do an illegal turn. They didn't mind!

So, last week, my guy and I had quality time in the backseat of my car. He spanked me hard with a wooden ruler. He had placed it in the seat pocket behind my seat. I didn't know that until my boss had mentioned "corporal punishment" to the co-op sitting next to him.

"What?" I asked him. I didn't get the reference.
"We are wondering why there is a ruler back here?" asked the co-op.

Oddly, I didn't panic.

"I use it as an extension of my arm. Sometimes, things roll onto the passenger side of the floor from the passenger seat. When I am stopped at a light, I can't reach it with my arm, so I use the ruler to fetch it."

The explanation made sense to them. I also told them that I was doing some cleaning in the back. It also made perfect sense, as I had a roll of paper towel in the other seat pocket. We all know the real reason why it's there, of course. It's to clean up my guy's cum.

"Did you think that I use the ruler to smack your skull?" I asked my manager.
"The reverse," he responded.
"I don't think so. You'd have to walk back to the office if you did that."

So, although I could have been horribly mortified, everything turned out fine. I can't wait to tell my guy about this story. Perhaps I should make sure that my ruler is safely stowed in the glove compartment after our treehouse sessions!

Belated, thoughtful birthday gifts

I returned home early Monday evening. The longer weekend was nice, but I feel like I need another vacation!

Last week, my guy got me some nice birthday gifts. He felt bad that he was late. I understood, as he is a traveller. It was still the same birthday month.

He normally asks me for a list of gifts that I'd like. He can then choose from that list. He doesn't need me to provide him with this list, but I do for suggestions.

He got me the following:

• A Beemo mug, a character from Adventure Time that I like
• A waffle maker, because I love to eat waffles

My guy surprised me by getting a gift that wasn't on my list, but I had mentioned a need for it in the past.

I got a new car earlier this year. It does not have heated seats. It's not a huge deal. However, when I have a sore back, it was always helpful to turn the heat on my seat, which would ease the pain.

My guy remembered my comment. He got me a plug-in heated seat in which the seat and back support both heat up. It plugs in to the car charger. I was thrilled.

"See, I told you that you're a great gift giver," I complimented him.
"Thanks, sweetie," he replied.

He's thoughtful and sweet.

Treehouse time before taking off (the plane, I mean)

After lunch, my guy wanted some quality time before we headed off to the airport. The downside is that my guy ends up being incredibly dopey when boarding his plane, which was the case a few months ago.

He didn't care. He was horny.

I drove us over to our usual place, which is a vacant parking lot. I parked my car and we got into the treehouse.

My guy held both hands around my right hand. He was loving and horny.

We kissed. It felt like ages since we passionately kissed. He caressed my breast and leg. I got to touch is face, which was smooth. I also got to caress his chest.

He unbuttoned my jean capri pants and pulled down my black panties with coloured polka dots. He fingered me until I came.

It felt wonderful reaching orgasm. We cuddled for a bit.

I then touched his lap. I ended up touching both his wallet and his erect cock in his pants.

I stroked his erect penis. He loved it so much, looking down at his jeans with my hand on it.

He couldn't take it anymore. He undid his belt, and pulled down his jeans and briefs. I got to give him a handjob.

"I like your hand around my cock. You have pretty hands," he remarked.
"It would be nice if my hand were to guide your hard member in my wet pussy," I replied.

It didn't take much. That comment alone made him cum all over my hand.

Yes, he was happy and lethargic. The next challenge was getting him to the airport and having him find his gate!

Finding the wooden ruler and loving Woolly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New car, new treehouse

My guy has been away for a week now. One week down. Three more to go.

He is actually in Cairo first and will make his way to Johannesburg shortly afterward. We caught up with each other on Wednesday, as it takes him a couple of days to adjust to the time difference (seven hours) before he is alert enough to do anything.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be asleep?!" I asked him. It would have been 01:00 his time.
"I have to do some work," he said.
"I know the feeling I worked all [last] weekend," I replied.
"What's new with you?" he asked me.
"I got a new car!" I exclaimed.

He's a car guy. I have learned so much from him.

I have been driving a Prius for seven years. I was thinking about getting another Prius. My lease expires in July. However, there was an event happening where the dealership would take care of my current lease and allow me to get a new vehicle.

Last Saturday, I spent my entire afternoon test-driving cars. I finally settled on a new car. I got a 2016 Scion iM in electric blue.

My guy was impressed. He immediately found the Web site and streamed the video. He liked my car.

I wanted a sporty, fun car to drive. This car is all of that. It also has eco mode, so I don't have to feel guilty driving such a car. It doesn't guzzling gas.

The car comes in automatic and manual. My guy likes the latter. However, considering how horrible traffic is around here, I went with the automatic transmission with manual drive options. So, I get the best of both worlds. I can drive manual, but without a real clutch.

My guy and I love the rims on the car. The colour is pretty. It drives nicely. I love it!

It is one of the reasons why I haven't posted for a bit. I am enjoying my new purchase.

"What's the backseat like?" my guy said, imaging him grinning from ear to ear.
"I haven't tested the treehouse. I need you here."
"I can't wait to see you and test out the treehouse," my guy stated.

Me, neither.

Treehouse time and my bare butt on display

Last Thursday, my guy asked if we could have treehouse time after work. I was fine with that. He was happy about it, too.

I was in a 2.5-hour work meeting that ended at 17:30. It was good timing, as my guy's class ended ten minutes after that.

He sent me an instant message, asking if I was ready to go. I was. Oddly, he took the elevator up to my office floor as I was leaving. I suppose that the men's washroom on his floor was out of service.

I met him at our usual parking lot these days. The lot belongs to a church, which is different.

My guy got there about five minutes after I had arrived. We proceeded to get into the backseat of my car.

We hugged and kissed. It seemed like ages since our lips locked. It felt wonderful.

He unzipped my blue jacket. He caressed my breasts. I caressed the back of his head and chest as we continued to kiss.

He found the button on my purple jeggings and undid them. I had to intervene.

"My jeggings don't have a zipper," I warned him.
"That's okay. How about this?"

My guy pulled both my jeggings and underwear off. He's so bad, but in a good way. His hands were cold. I started to giggle, as they made me ticklish.

"You can't pleasure me with your cold hands!" I exclaimed, holding both of them in my hands to try and warm them up.
"I know they're cold, sweetie. Please warm them up."

I held them for a while. They still felt too cold. Instead, my guy went for a blue latex glove from my glove stash, slipped it on, and pleasured me until I came. It felt so good. I was lethargic afterwards.

He let me lean against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. I kissed his forehead. I also played with my crotch. His penis wasn't erect when I first touched it. However, after rubbing it for a couple of minutes, I could feel it getting longer and harder in his pants.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled his briefs down. I got to give my guy a handjob.

He ejaculated a lot. It was to the point where his semen dripped down past my wrist. It felt good. He obviously felt good, too.

We cleaned up and hugged for a bit. I had trouble pulling my jeggings up, so I had to stand up in the treehouse, which meant that anyone could be looking at my backside.

"If someone does get a glimpse of your cute bare butt, that person would be lucky to see it," my guy said.

He's sweet, as usual.

So aroused about being spanked hard that my wish came true

On Tuesday, my guy and I went out for lunch. I love when he is at the office. Having lunch with him breaks up our day nicely.

We had a conversation about my guy's next business trip, which is to Montreal. His week there coincides with my extended Easter weekend. I asked if I could join him. He didn't hesitate and wanted me with him.

My guy is flying there two Sundays from now. I will be doing a road trip to Montreal on Good Friday. I will be staying in a hotel for a couple of days before shacking up with him.

At the restaurant, I told my guy about my plans to eat my way through the city. I'd be so big that I would have a difficult time driving back. My guy insisted that my drive home would be uncomfortable after he is done punishing my backside for being such a bad girl. I was instantly turned on.

He proceeded to tell me that I will be punished soon, but he wouldn't say when. Again, I ended up being aroused for most of the afternoon.

After work, I went to see him in the project room. He was talking to a rather long-winded woman through our instant messaging application that we have at work. We held hands and I ran my fingers through his soft hair as he talked.

Once he was done with his call, he told me that I needed a sore red bottom. I was horny. He asked if I was wet. I was. He insisted that we have treehouse time. I was game.

We drove to our usual spot and parked. We then got into the backseat of my car.

"I have two options for you," he said.
"Oh, no. I don't know if I like what I am about to hear," I replied.
"Hear me out. We can either stay at a decent hotel in Montreal, smack in the middle of downtown, or we can stay at another hotel that doesn't have a decent gym."
"So, you're saying that we can either stay at a fancy hotel where we can use your elite status to get free booze and food, or we can stay at a fancy hotel wannabe?" I summarized.
"Yes," he said, smiling at me.
"Well, it sounds like we have to do the former. We can't have you being upset, cranky, and whiny," I stated.
"Are you calling me cranky?" he asked.
"If the shoe fits... ," I replied.
"You're not helping your situation. Where is that thick wooden ruler?"

I reached over to the front storage area of my car and got the wooden ruler. I pretended to not want to give it to him. We playfully struggled and he managed to get a hold of it. He slapped my thigh with the ruler and told me that I was bad.

"I want you to bend over, with your butt facing me and your head facing the window," he said.
"You're so demanding. I don't want to!" I protested.

He smacked my right buttock with the ruler and told me to bend over. I assumed the position.

He spanked me hard. He punctuated every smack by either telling me that I am such a bad girl that I need constant discipline. I loved it.

At one point, he slid the ruler between my legs, rubbing it against my crotch. It was nice. He then stopped that and slapped my bottom some more.

The slaps got harder each time. I could feel my buttocks warming up. He finally stopped and pleasured me until I came, which took no time.

I snuggled up next to him afterward and thanked him. He liked that.

Of course, he was getting hard. I rubbed my hand against his hard member in his pants. It kept getting harder as I continued to caress his penis.

My guy had no choice but to let me play with his hard cock. He loved how my red nail polish looked when I held his erect penis. I gave him a handjob with my right hand. My left hand was cupping his balls. We managed to kiss through it all.

He was so excited. He came all over my hands. It was wonderful.

We cleaned up and then hugged some more. Once our dopiness had faded, we drove home.

By the time I got home, I could feel how sore my bottom was. My guy did a good job. I was impressed, rubbing my bottom occasionally to relieve some of the soreness as I walked up the stairs to my front door.

Friday spanking and sucking session

My guy and I drove over to our usual spot and parked our cars next to each other. We climbed into the backseat of my car.

Making out with my guy is a treat. I love how full his lips are pressed against mine. I enjoy using my tongue to outline his lips.

"You have been such a bad girl," he reminded me.
"No, only you say that," I replied.
"That's because no one knows how naughty you really are," my guy explained. "You seem like a good girl to everyone else, but I know that it isn't true. So, you need to be punished."
"That's not nice," I said, playing along.
"I want you to face that way, with you butt facing me," he told me, pointing to his left.

It was different because I normally go over his knee. Instead, I was crouched on my knees, with my head touching the corner part of the backseat.

My guy got out my thick wooden ruler. He held is word in giving me a hard spanking. I loved every moment of it as he spanked me across my jeans. The last few smacks were so hard that I could feel my entire body tingle after they landed. It was wonderful.

He teased me by placing the wooden ruler between my legs and then rubbing it against my crotch. So pleasurable!

He held me after my spanking, which I always enjoy. He likes kissing me afterwards. It was then time to pleasure my guy.

I had a breath mint in my mouth, which was rather slow to dissolve. I ended up sucking my guy's erect member with minty fresh breath. It was nice. The saliva production was perfect. My guy was so horny that he came in practically no time.

Of course, we were both dopey from the experience, so more cuddle time ensued. My guy would be travelling to Turkey the following day, so it was a nice parting gift for him and a perfect reminder of how much he loves spanking his naughty girl.

Quality time and a spanking after work

My guy met me at our usual spot after work last Friday. I parked next to his car and we both got into my car's treehouse.

I like the ritual that we have these days where we cuddle and talk about our day for a bit. It's nice.

My guy wanted to pleasure me first. He gently let me fall back against the backseat on my back. He was rubbing my crotch, which was nice.

"You know that you've been a pretty bad girl these days," he said, continuing to rub my crotch.
"No, that's not true," I playfully protested. "My bottom isn't sore, so I can't be a bad girl."
"Oh, yeah?" he questioned me. "I need to find an implement. What do you have?"

My guy was rummaging through the glove compartment. Luckily, I don't have much there. However, I did want a good spanking.

"I have a wooden ruler," I said.
"Go get it for me," he commanded.
"I don't want to," I whined. "If I get it, you'll use it on my poor bottom."
"Just get it," he repeated.

So, I reached over to the front storage area and found it. My guy was admiring the view of my butt as I fetched the ruler.

"Ah, perfect!" he said. "Come over here."
"But, I don't want to. You're going to make my bottom sore."
"That's the whole point," he reminded me.

I went over his lap. I have missed being slapped with a wooden ruler. I protested. He called me a bad girl.

I love when he slaps me in the same spot multiple times. It does hurt after a while, but I like the sensation. I get turned on more when he constantly tells me that bad girls like me need to be punished often.

He teased me by playing with my wet pussy, but then stopping to spank me some more, alternating between cheeks. He is mean, isn't he?

Eventually, he stopped spanking me. I could feel the sting afterwards, but I was too busy climaxing to ponder about it for a while. I came and rested over his lap.

I sat up briefly. He then fingered my butt. Again, it has been a while and it felt so good. Moments later, while kissing him on the lips, I came. He cleaned up and he held me in his arms.

Of course, it was time to reciprocate and make my guy feel good, too. I rubbed his penis, which was hard in his pants. He loved it so much. He couldn't take it anymore and let me handle his erect cock.

I gave my guy a blowjob. The treehouse is perfect, as there is plenty of room in the backseat of my car to kneel. It allows my guy to see me stare up at him as I am sucking him. It turns me on, too.

He came rather quickly. It was nice. It made us both happy.

Of course, we cleaned up and hugged each other. We had more dopey chats before we were alert enough to drive home.

Weekends should always start this way.