Dakota Johnson's beautiful backside

I have watched all three Fifty Shades movies. I liked them a lot. Dakota Johnson played Ana.

She has a lovely backside. The photo on the right is Dakota modelling a long-sleeved thong bodysuit by Kit Undergarments. This photo was released yesterday.

I remember seeing the photo on the left, but I don't know the back (ha!) story.

Photo: elegantdakotaj on Instagram

This photo made my day.

Leather belts used on a bad girl

After work on Monday, I went grocery shopping at a cool discount store. It sells clothes, shoes, housewares, and more. The quality is decent for what you pay. I was there to get celery.

I walked into the store and saw an assortment of leather belts. It has been a while, but I was turned on just looking at them.

I have fantasized about having my hands tied with a leather belt. Another belt would be used to strap my bare backside.

I'm glad that I can think about it and get excited. I don't think I'd like to actually go through it in real life, even with a trusted partner. I enjoy thinking about it.

Wooden spatula that is perfect as a spanking implement

My guy and I love Winners, which is a department store that offers decent goods at decent prices. Each store is different in that there are different items every week.

The other day, we went to his favourite one in Mississauga. I love this store, too. We tend to find deals and neat items.

I was in the kitchen section. I found the nicest wooden utensil. It was a spatula.

The wood is thick and hearty. More importantly, it works nicely as a spanking implement. It was a good deal for $6.

My guy held it in his hand. He lightly practiced on my backside as we were lining up to pay for the item.

"You have good taste. I like the feel of it," my guy remarked, giving me a light smack across my left buttock.
"It's effective. I am getting turned on," I replied.
"Good. I'll make you wet a bit more until we get back to the room," he said.

We love Winners.

Natural sweeteners and a sore bottom

My guy and I are similar, even when it comes to wake-up times this past weekend. We both got up at 10:40 am on Saturday and at 10:00 am on Sunday.

On Sunday, my guy called me while driving off to his course. We had this conversation.

"How is your green drink blending program going?" he asked me.
"Good. I have been varying the original recipe. I have been experimenting with removing the green apple," I replied.
"Don't you want any sweetness in your drink?" he asked me.
"I can actually do without the sugar. I drink iced green tea without sugar. I also drink hot tea black," I replied.
"Well, if you lick your lips before each sip, that would be sweet enough," my guy said, being mushy and sweet.
"If I kissed your lips first, my drink would be perfectly sweetened," I replied.
"You're so sweet," he replied.

We are both mushy. Our date was in a few hours. It went well. I am sitting here with a sore backside to prove it.

It's spanking Saturday!

I am all packed and ready for a nice weekend. My guy arrives today. I am so excited! Hopefully, I can fall asleep.

My backside will enjoy its last few hours before it smarts for a while. Yay!

19 facts about butts

A week ago or so, I stumbled across a post on social media about 19 things that everyone should know about butts. Since this post is my last one for April and it signifies my posting every day of this month, it is fitting to share a fun post with everyone.

Here are my thoughts about a few of these facts:

I have pygophilia (fact number 2). You can grope my butt or I can do the same to my guy, and it turns me on. I like looking at butts. I can't lie. I am fortunate that my guy has a cute one. It's a wonderful distraction!

My guy is dasypyga (fact number 4). Well, I don't think he has a full-on hairy butt. It's fuzzy and I love it.

Although I love being spanked these days, I suppose that it's true that women tend to be spankees than spankers (fact number 10). I am still a switch, though. I fantasize about my guy spanking me, but I also enjoy thinking about having my guy over my knee for a hard spanking. A girl can dream! 

I am not sure about fact number 13, which mentions that people with big butts produce smart kids. My parents don't exactly have huge backsides. I would like to think that I am a fairly bright woman. I will need to ask my guy whether his parents have huge butts. He's an incredibly intelligent person. 

Finally, I like eating fruits and vegetables. I haven't asked my butt whether it is happy (fact number 16). However, I think it's more about being regular than having a happy bottom here. Then again, what do I know?

I do know that I love spankings and how aroused I get. That's my fact.

Cold freeze and a solid reference

All is well. I have simply been busy.

We have been under a deep freeze here. You would think that with a windchill of -30º C that it would force me to stay at home and write tons of blog posts. It hasn't.

My guy is off to Thailand on business for the next two weeks. We have been spending as much time together as we could before he leaves.

I have decided to apply for a job opportunity that involves a slight shift in what I do. I would be a long shot, but I figure that it doesn't hurt to apply. I meet the minimum requirements from a degree perspective. However, I have so much work experience that it should prove valuable.

I have a master's degree. My guy has a PhD. It may be one indication why we are so geeky at times.

I asked my guy to be a reference for me. He didn't hesitate at all.

"I think that this position would be great for you. With your great personality and experience, they would be happy to have you. If they call me, I'll make sure to tell them about all your qualities."
"I'm having second thoughts about your telling the hiring folks about all my qualities, "I replied. "I may not get the job if you reveal everything."

We continued to cuddle, with my guy lightly patting my backside.

Picking up my guy and hearing a threat against my bottom - part 1

Sunday had arrived. My guy was teaching a course for a full six hours, in the heart of downtown Toronto.

Let's just say that the location is a madhouse. There is construction going on in the area. The neighbourhood is busy all the time. It took me ten minutes to drive four blocks.

Then, you have impatient people honking at one another. It isn't exactly stress-free driving.

My guy called me at 17:50. I told him where I was. I didn't realize that his car was near mine, with a dumpster was blocking my sight of his car.

He came out of the building a bit later than expected. He got into my car. We both had the same thought -- that it would be best to keep his car parked and I would drive us to the restaurant to eat.

"Have you done some research on where we should go and eat?" he asked me, knowing that I tend to come prepared.
"Are you in slave-driving mode again?" which made him smile. "I'm heading towards King Street, which is where all the eateries are."
"Sounds good," he replied.

We ended up talking about something else and another discussion happened.

"I am supposedly known as Cheap Bastard," he replied.
"What do you mean you are supposedly?" I teased. "You are Cheap Bastard."
"Really?" he said, with a mild threatening tone in his voice. "We'll see about that when I punish you for that comment."
"My bottom is safe right now. I didn't do anything. I am just driving us to a nice restaurant."
"Well, when we are together for a week in Turkey, you bottom won't be safe when I am done with you."

We held hands as I continued to drive us to our destination. It's always great when he is happy. I am happy, too.

P is for patting

My guy and I love to chat about anything under the sun or moon, depending on the time of day. It is one of many things that we have in common.

It's not to the point where we talk to each other till we pass out or anything. We just have a lot to say and it's interesting to us.

Several months ago, my guy admitted that he has never taken any formal music lessons. He mentioned a ladder as being one of the exercises that he knew about. Without skipping a beat, I knew that he had meant scale. The neat part of this conversation is that we didn't feel that it was weird.

In Arabic, a scale is a ladder. In French, a scale or a legend on a map is also called a ladder. It helps that we both are multilingual to make such a seamless connection.

Anyway, my guy makes sweet music in other ways. I saw the following picture on Facebook, which reminded me of how melodic he is when it comes to spanking me or just being playful with my backside.

A spanking is kind of like a solo. He gives his solo performance, and I feel and savour it. It nice.

Lunch and love taps

On Monday morning, my guy wrote me an e-mail, asking if I wanted to do lunch. I sure did. I replied, indicating that I'd meet him at our usual restaurant. 

When I got to the restaurant's parking lot, I waited for a bit in my car. I would say that five minutes after I had parked there, he arrived and found my car. He opened my car door, I got out, and we walked in together.

We took off our coats before sitting down at the table. I looked at his shirt. In Las Vegas, I took a risk and bought him a brown dress shirt. I knew what collar size and arm length he wore, but I never feel comfortable buying shirts without him to try them on. This one fit him perfectly. He loved it. I was relieved! I got to touch him and his right shirt sleeve. He looked good in it and I told him so.

He said that wearing the shirt will always remind him of me. I said that his wearing this shirt would be as if I were hugging him all day long. He wanted underwear that did the same thing, which made me smile.

He looked at my pink sweater from Eddie Bauer that I was wearing (outlets rock!) and loved how it "hugged my tits." He really loved it. He told me that he was eager to see what was underneath my sweater. He also said that I looked especially cute today, and that he loved my cute chin and my lips.

We ate, laughed, and talked about work between these compliments that we were both dishing out to each other.

He was kind to pay for lunch. I thanked him again. He always likes the company, as do I.

We left the restaurant and he walked me to my car to "tuck me in." I got in it. He liked my Mickey Mouse steering wheel cover that I had purchased when we were both in New Jersey, shopping as if we weren't going to be in the States for a while.

He leaned in to kiss me. It was a long, nice kiss. I took his hat off and caressed his head. It was wonderful. We both agreed.

We drove back to work and he found where I had parked. We walked into our office building together, which has renovations going on. So, we had to stop by the training room where he is for the entire week.

We held hands. My left hand was cold. His was not. He remarked that it may be a first.

My guy gave me a couple of love taps on my left buttock. I playfully rubbed it and claimed that it hurt. He smiled, as did I. I love when he does that.

Spelling and grammar mistakes? That's a paddlin'!

I write for a living. I ended up in this profession by accident. I have no regrets. It has been a wonderful accident.

Yesterday, I came across this lovely photo on a Facebook page. It triggered a memory from my childhood.

In grades 1 and 2, I had the same homeroom teacher. In grade 2, towards the end of the school year, she gave us what seemed to be the mother of all spelling tests. What she said to us a day or two before the test day was the following:

"If you make three mistakes or more, you know what you'll get? The smacks."

Now, it sounds like I am ancient. I don't think that I am. However, if a teacher said that these days, it wouldn't been acceptable.

This teacher was special. I probably have mentioned that she was the one who spanked me lightly for finishing my math exercises faster than she had expected. She then hugged me after she was done patting my backside. Perhaps that is one reason why I like being hugged and cuddled after being spanked these days.

Anyway, I did make more than three mistakes on my spelling test back in grade 2. I had secretly hoped to get my fair share of smacks, but that never happened. However, it would be a perfect role-playing scenario to act out with my guy. Making grammatical errors would also be perfect for my backside to be paddled, too.

My guy is back in town!

It's tough being in a relationship with someone who is on the road fairly often. My guy has been away for just over a month. This afternoon, he came into the office after flying home on a bunch of flight segments, which totalled 36 hours.

He looked pretty refreshed when he walked into the office. It was nice to lay eyes on him. Mind you, looking at him is easy on my eyes. Then again, I am biased.

There has been a lot of change since he was last in the office. I have been training a colleague who will be taking some of my workload off my plate. I finally had the opportunity to introduce her to him. He immediately asked me if I was feeling less stressed. It's still early in the game (I was doing the workload of nearly four people), but it's nice that I have someone else to help me out. It's a question of training my new colleague these days.

Although my guy said that he was tired, we continued talking. We have a colleague, Swiss Miss, who is here for a few more months before she returns back to her homeland. Although Swiss Miss seems more confident when she talks these days, she still asks tons of questions about work that she should know by now. Her questions make her seem like she lacks confidence. My guy and I had the following conversation.

"She is young," he indicated. "She hasn't even started university."
"Yes, I know," I indicated, except that when I was twenty years of age, I wasn't that needy.
"She needs a lot of hand-holding," noted my guy. "I would love to be hand-held by you, too."
"You are still the charming, sweet talker that I know," I said, smiling. "You're so smooth."
"I have missed you," he admitted. "I have missed your charming smile, your cute chin, ... you look good."
"You are starting to embarrass me with your flattery," I admitted, still smiling.
"I hope that you don't go into the fetal position," he stated, also smiling.
"I may have to under my desk," I said. "But, thanks [for the compliments.] Not to change the subject, but you look good in baby blue."

He smiled, not because I actually was changing the subject, but that he liked what I had said. He was wearing a shirt that I have never seen him wear. It was a blue, short-sleeved polo shirt. The baby blue colour brought out his eyes. He looked so good in it. He also revealed that it was one of his favourite shirts.

Towards the end of the day, we both walked out the door. I walked ahead of him. My guy didn't realize that another male co-worker was behind him until we all got into the elevator. My guy didn't bother holding the door for him.

Yes, my guy was too distracted at looking at my backside. It's nice that my guy is back. I am sure that my bottom will be sore again once he has had plenty of sleep and rest.

Being bratty ends with a sore bottom

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E-mail exchanges, parking lot meetings, and a spanking to come

My guy has written a number of e-mails to me this week. Normally, I am the one who tends to initiate them. It has been quite the role reversal this week.

The day after our backseat session in his car, he wrote me an e-mail. It was unexpected, but sweet:

Hey there sweet girl,

How are you doing? Just wanted to say thank you for yesterday. It was very special.

I wrote back to him:

Hey, playful badge-pulling guy!
Yesterday was nice. Sitting is a constant reminder for me. It's all good. Thank you, too.

My guy is boyish. The other day, he tugged on my retractable work badge a few times. He then looked at my photo and said that it was a nice picture of me.

My guy likes spanking me. It's nice. I don't have to say anything. He will normally whisper in my ear that I have been bad or just ask whether I have been a good girl. If not, he will go ahead and lightly smack my backside to indicate that he wants to give me a spanking.

The wonderful part about the other day was my going over his lap. It is probably one of my favourite spanking positions. I feel close to my spanker. I get extremely excited and wet. I can feel his penis become more erect as he spanks me. I love it when my panties come down and all you hear is the sound of my bare buttocks getting smacked repeatedly. I love the thought of having a sore, red bottom afterwards and being sore for at least a day.

The neat part of our relationship these days is that we think about each other a lot. We think about the same things a lot. Tonight, we had another brief e-mail exchange. He kicked it off by asking whether I would be in the office tomorrow. He wasn't there today, but I had come in for a few hours. I have been to work three times this week. He has only been to the office once.

I wrote back to him:

If you'd like a parking lot meeting, we can do it at 2 pm tomorrow and I can avoid going into the office. Otherwise, if you have another suggestion, just let me know and we'll take it from there.

My guy responded, "Actually, a 2:30 pm parking lot meeting sounds good."

I am liking these meetings. They prevent me from working too hard at home. They are a lot of fun with someone you care deeply about and a nice way to kick off the weekend with sore backside.

Airports and paddles

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The post -- whipping post, that is

I have said that I find DJ to be a closet spanko. Last week, I overheard him talking to another colleague of mine about a sales order he was working on. She basically suggested a way of resolving the problem he was dealing with.

He then said this to her:

If I did that, I'd be tied to the post and whipped.

I recall being at a party hosted by the ex-vice president of client services a couple of summers ago. DJ was there with his wife and a number of my colleagues. He was talking about this one project manager who commented on his walk. He didn't know how to take it.

What? Are you looking at my ass when I'm walking?

I don't know if the project manager thinks that his backside is cute. I know that I do.