Bending over has a time and a place

My guy and I went grocery shopping together on my first night in Dallas. We both like shopping together. It's simply a fun outing.

We placed a bunch of our groceries and purchased items on the backseat of his rental car and headed back to the hotel. He had placed a jug of milk in a plastic bag on the floor of the car, behind him. I went over to fetch it once we had parked.

"It's okay. Let me go get it. I want you to bend over for more important things," he said to me.
"I like that," I replied.

Shopping needs to always end on such a spicy, fun note.

Kissing, planning my spanking, and more kissing

My guy and I sat down after we unlocked lips. It's instinctual that we hold hands, even across from each other.

He moved closer to me, wrapping his legs around mine. We kissed some more. He cupped and groped my breasts. I caressed his chest.

"If we weren't so close to the security office, I'd bend over this table to get my spanking," I said.
"Yes, my hand would make a lot of noise spanking that cute butt of yours," he said.
"We can't have security coming in to see if we are okay," I smiled.
"It's been such a long time since I've spanked you. I'll need to spank you longer and harder to make up for lost time," he reasoned.
"That's going to hurt, Mr Meanie," I noted.
"Yes, it will," he said firmly.

We both smiled, and continued to kiss and hug.

Birthday spanking dream

I had a wonderful dream last night. My guy spanked me on my birthday.

It's interesting that we tend to be apart on each other's birthday. There was only one time a couple of years ago where we spent my guy's birthday in Seattle. It was particularly special.

I loved my dream. He bent me over a wooden table. He carefully pulled down my panties and lifted up my short skirt. He then used the wooden paddle that he bought me to spank me.

I got a smack for each year that I have been fortunate to be on this planet. I got a couple of smacks for good measure. My bare backside was rosy red. I was happy. He was, too.

It'll be nice to replicate this dream in real life this year.

Manage and spank me

I get along well with my manager. He revealed an interesting tidbit of information over lunch on Friday.

A few years ago, there was a manager who was in charge of technical support. He apparently had a conversation with my boss. He told him, "You need to manage Cutiebootie."

It's funny. He never mentioned anything to me until now. This support manager left the company around three years ago.

Several years ago, this manager told me to change a set of tabs in a spreadsheet. He wanted the most current tab at the end. I indicated that it didn't make sense. The most current tab should be at the front. He was adamant that he was right.

What did I do? I gave him an updated spreadsheet with his changes. After that, I flipped it back to having the most current tab at the beginning. I proceeded to slap on a password on this spreadsheet. It was evident that he wanted access to this file. It was also obvious that he didn't know how to use Excel, for I had to do a ton of work to restore it.

I owned this spreadsheet. This manager did not.

I pointed out this episode with my manager, who wasn't my boss back there.

"That doesn't make sense to have that current tab at the front," he agreed.
"I know. He probably wasn't thrilled that I shunned him out of the spreadsheet," I admitted.
"He was afraid of you and didn't know how to approach you. So, he talked to me," he revealed.
"Did you say anything to him?" I asked.
"Nope. He asked me to manage you. I didn't say anything. You were doing a fantastic job. I didn't need to say anything," he said.

I like who I was back then, standing up for what I believe was best for both the customer getting this spreadsheet and for me. Luckily, I haven't changed.

I told my guy this story. He found it amusing that this manager was intimidated by me.

"I wonder what would happen if you were my manager and I locked you out of this spreadsheet," I pondered.
"I think you know what would happen to that cute butt of yours," he smirked.
"I'd enjoy the consequences, I'm sure," I noted.
"I liked the offices back in the old office place. I would call you into my office, close the door, bend you over the desk, and spank you hard for being such a bad girl," he replied.

He's sweet. I miss those offices, too.

Installing an instant messaging app on my guy's phone and wanting to be spanked

My guy is the first to admit that he doesn't like technology. I have always found that to be an interesting remark, as we both work in the technology sector. He does pretty well under the circumstances.

We have an instant messaging app at work that all employees use often. I asked my guy a while back whether he has installed it on his phone. He did install the app, but had some problems configuring it.

The other day, at our usual Chinese restaurant, I helped him with the configuration. Moments later, he was able to sign in and use the app. He was happy.

"You are my geeky girl. Thank you," he said, smiling at me.
"You're welcome. I'm your geeky gadget girl, right?" I asked him.
"Yes, you sure are," he confirmed.
"I'm your good geeky gadget girl," I said, smiling.
"Um, that depends. I like when you are bad, so I can bend you over and smack your butt hard," he admitted.

I like when he tells me that I am bad. It makes me happy and horny.

Reunited after two weeks for a spanking

My guy called me on Saturday at 19:40. His plane was taxiing.

He asked me what the hotel room number was. I let him know. It was nice to hear his voice.

I didn't hear from him for over an hour. He finally called. His car had a flat tire in our office parking lot and he was waiting for CAA to arrive. I told him to stay warm and to take his time.

It's a bummer that he had such a long day. He eventually made it to the room just before 22:00. We hugged and kissed for the longest time. His hands were cold, so we moved over to the love seat so that I could warm his hands up.

He lightly tapped my backside.

"I'm a good girl, though," I whined playfully.
"No, you're not. I want you to bend over the bed."

He held my hand, led me over to the bed, pressed his hard cock against my butt, and carefully bent me over the bed.

More to come...

Pleasing him, receiving a hard spanking, and having a dinner date

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy and I had some quality time after work. We left work at around 16:00 and headed to our usual spot.

We had to move to a different parking lot. There were more cars there than normal. My guy found me and we drove across the street to park at the Greek orthodox church. There is a first for everything!

My guy and I parked, and we got into the backseat of my car. We cuddled for a bit, which was nice. He kissed me on my head as I rested it against his chest.

After he had pleasured me nicely and I woke up from being so relaxed, it was my time to please him. I caressed his hard cock that was in his pants. He couldn't take it any longer, which involved my guy removing his pants and briefs, allowing me to touch his erect penis.

We both like intertwining our legs from time to time. This time, my thighs were on top of his, which his erect cock between my thighs. I gentle moved moved my thighs up an down his. My guy seemed to like my thighs playing with his cock.

I ended up giving him a handjob. Our legs shifted a bit, where I simply had my right thigh against his balls and penis. My guy loved all of it. He came all over my hand and thigh. The warmth was nice.

We cleaned up and rested for a while. We then had our usual fun chatting session, which ended up with my protesting that I am a good girl.

"Of course, I am a good girl! My bottom isn't sore," I reasoned.
"Your butt is going to be sore. Where is your wooden ruler?" he asked me in a dopey voice.
"It's in the glove compartment," I said.
"I am too dopey to reach it. Go get it," he summoned.
"You're too dopey to spank me," I insisted.
"No, I can spank you with the ruler. I just can't do it with my hand," he pointed out.
"I don't want to get it," I stated, playing a whiny girl.
"Get it now. Otherwise, your spanking with be longer than you think," he threatened.
"Okay," I said, bending over to get it.
"I want you in that position once you hand the ruler to me."

I handed the ruler to him and assumed the position. He slapped me hard with the ruler. My favourite exchange came something like the following:

"You are a bad girl," he stated, continuing to alternate slaps on each buttock.
"I'm good. You're wrong," I said rebelliously.
"I have told you many times to be good... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times, at least," with a slap for each counted number.
"You're so mean!"
"You will be a good girl and listen to me," he stated, continuing to smack my backside hard.
"No!"
"Yes, Sir," he prompted me, smacking each buttock with each word.
"No, Sir," I mocked.
"Yes, Sir!" he said, continuing to slap each buttock in succession.

This banter happened for a bit until I bursted out in laugher.

"Why are you laughing?" my guy asked me.
"When you say 'Yes, Sir,' it sounds like someone is saying your name in a horrible Chinese accent!"

We both agreed and laughed. We cuddled some more. I had a nice sore bottom this time.

My guy was hungry. All that fun activity worked up our appetites. We headed to our usual Chinese restaurant, but for dinner. Thank goodness we got a booth. I could rest my sore bottom on the cushioned booth seats.

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.

A hard spanking with a leather silicone paddle at the hotel

This post is part two of my fun evening with my guy at the hotel.

Before my guy kissed me and let me rest as he headed to his computer to teach an online course, he stood next to me, by my bedside, and told me that he was horny. It showed.

My guy's erect penis wanted to come out of his brown slacks. I was relaxed and dopey, but managed to hug my guy while rubbing my right cheek against his member. He liked that a lot.

He walked over to the other side of the bed to hug me some more. He was so aroused that he wanted me to touch his erect cock. He pulled it out of his slacks and briefs.

"You are so hard that I can hang my sweatshirt on you," I remarked. "Who needs a hook when I have you right now."

I held his penis in my right hand and and stroked it with my thumb. My guy loved it. I kissed the tip sweetly. My guy had two minutes before his course. I could tell that he was torn between having me jerk him off, but he managed to put his member back in his pants and do his other job.

I rested for a good half an hour before I got out of bed and managed to walk over to my guy's desk. There was a sofa next to the desk, so I sat there, drank some Diet Coke, and listened to my guy talk.

My guy reached for my chin and lovingly caressed it. He has told me that I have a cute chin. It has been ages since he has caressed it.

As he was talking, he caressed my breasts and played with my hard nipples. We then held hands for a while as he continued to teach his course. Luckily, it was only for an hour.

When he was done with the course, he shut down his laptop and looked at me sweetly.

"What are you doing up?" he asked me. "You should be resting in bed."
"I don't know," I replied. "I wanted to be closer to you."
"Come here," he said, taking both my hands and pulling me up on my feet. 

We headed back to the bed. He lifted up my skirt and gave me a good slap across my right buttock. It was time for my spanking.

My guy was standing behind me, with his body pressed up against me. He gently bent me over the end of the bed, with his body still against mine.

He walked over to get the leather silicone paddle. The anticipation of having a new implement used on my bottom excited me.

He lifted my skirt up and gave me several sharp smacks with the paddle. It was effective. I could feel my butt warming up immediately.

He lowered my lacy panties and continued paddling my bare bottom. At one point, he gave each buttock five rapid slaps across the same spot. It hurt a ton, to the point where my bare hands were clenching by sore backside for a while. He decided to take pictures of my pink bottom.

He lightly tapped both my hands, signalling that I needed to remove them from protecting my achy bottom. He wasn't finished with me. More hard slaps came down. He stopped when he told me that my backside was a pretty shade of pink.

Being the gentleman that he is, my guy pulled up my panties and fixed my skirt. He then gently sat in front of me on the edge of the bed and held my hands in his. I was kneeling in front of him.

"You know what happens now?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I said in a childlike way.
"I think you do," he said playfully, smiling at me and resting his head against mine, which was affectionate and sweet.
"I want to suck you," I replied.
"Why should I let you suck me?" he asked me.
"Because I crave your hard cock. I want it badly."
"Okay, I will let you," he agreed.

I carefully unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and helped him remove both his briefs and slacks. I held his erect member in my hand for a bit. I then had to get the strawberry-flavoured gel.

I came back to him and his penis was starting to get limp. I spread the gel with my fingers around it and proceeded to lick his member, which got hard in my mouth the more I sucked it. We had talked about my giving him a blowjob when his penis is at a limp state and gets harder. It was realized this evening.

I slowly took his big cock out of my mouth, which turned him on so much. He managed to snap photos of my doing that. He truly enjoyed the experience so much that he came in record time. My entire hand was fully coated with his cum.

We rested for a bit before I had enough strength to head over to the bathroom to get towels. I helped clean my guy up. He thanked me. We kissed and rested for a bit.

My guy and I were standing up at one point. We were in an embrace. He caressed my buttocks, which were sore to the touch.

"My bottom hurts," I whined playfully like a little girl.
"I'm sorry," he said, laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked him.
"Because I'm not sorry," he admitted.
"You're a sweet meanie," I replied, hugging him tightly.

Sofa headrest for spanking?

My hotel room has a hideaway sofa. So, if I need an extra bed, I have one at my convenience.

What is intriguing about this sofa is that it has an extra headrest. Wait, is it really a headrest?

If I were to move the side table and lamp, this headrest is at the perfect height for me to bend over for a stern paddling or spanking.

My birthday spanking is postponed till I return home. In the meantime, I can only dream about my spanking today.

O is for over his knee or a table

I recall a wonderful post that I had read on a blog the other day asking what spanking implement one loves and hates when it comes to receiving a spanking. By far, I love a hand spanking. I find it intimate and my butt aches for a while after a hard spanking. I like when my guy uses a ruler or a paddle on me, too. They definitely rank high on my list.

Getting the belt turns me on, but I don't like it actually used on me. At first, I thought it was because I didn't like the thought of having welts on my backside, which is partly true. It also stems from accidentally getting whipped on my lip by a belt carelessly being waved about by a classmate in grade 6.

I probably have mentioned it in passing, but I have never stated what spanking positions I like and don't like. So, that is what this post is about. Two of my favourite positions deal with being over something.

By far, I love an over-the-knee spanking. I feel comfortable being over my guy's lap. As with getting a hand spanking, I find being over his lap intimate. I like getting up after a hard spanking, and either curling up against his chest or kissing him as a simple thanks.

When I am over his knee, I playfully try and cover my backside with my hand to protect my butt from further smacks. However, my guy likes to pin my arm behind my back and spank me even harder after I do that.

I also like when I am bent over a table or sofa for a spanking. My guy has more of a swing with either his hand or an implement, so it's a different kind of pain that develops. I find that he likes running his hand from my ankle upward, to my calf, thigh, and buttock. He doesn't do that when I am over his knee.

When the smacks become intense and hard, I sometimes jerk my legs up. It doesn't happen much when I am bent over the table, but it happens more when I am over his knee. He will then caress my calf for a bit before continuing with my punishment.

What spanking position do I hate? I would have to say being bend over while grasping my ankles. I don't find that enjoyable at all. My guy doesn't like that, either.

Some people don't like the diaper position, but I don't mind it. It gives me a chance to see my guy's expression when each smack is delivered. He can also see how I am reacting to each one.

So, if you'd like to share what spanking positions you like or dislike, drop me a line. I would love to read your responses!

Table talk

I miss my guy. We haven't seen each other for a few days.

You'd think that after going five weeks without seeing each other that waiting six days would be a breeze. It's not.

Early last week, I attended an afternoon seminar with clients that my guy was leading. He was talking about code tables at one stage.

After work, we had some quality time in our usual treehouse setting. We had this fine conversation in-between kisses.

"I like hearing you talk," my guy said after we unlocked lips.
"I like hearing you talk, too. Talk to me about code tables," I pleaded with him while managing to squeeze in a kiss.
"How about just tables?" he asked me rhetorically. "I'd rather having you lying on a table while I kiss every inch of you. I'd then bend you over it and spank you hard, like the bad girl that you are."

It's my version of a Hallmark card. It's perfect.

Dreams and mush

I know that I miss my guy when he is on the road for weeks and I end up dreaming about him. I did this just over a week ago.

I don't recall the exact topic that we were discussing, but I wanted some advice from him. As he normally does, he offers that to me.

The transition was rather odd, but the next action that occurred was my being bent over a long table and my guy spanking me. Needless to say, I woke up happy and longing to be spanked.

The other day, I told my guy my dream. He told me that he'd like it to become a reality. I couldn't help but to automatically smile.

Yesterday, my guy and I were chatting on Skype. I was briefly telling him about the interview candidates that I had on Thursday.

"No cute girl as a new hire for me to look at?"
"Nope," I said. "I guess I'm not off the hook."
"You're never off the hook," he said. "Having another cute girl in our department would make me want you more."
"I don't get that," I said. "Wouldn't you go for that cute girl instead?"
"That cute girl would be eye candy, but I wouldn't have the same great conversations, company, love, and sex as I do with you. You will always be my cute girl."

It's neat how we start off teasing each other and it ends up being sweet mushiness at the end. We've been apart for way too long.

Happy 2013!

Happy New Year, everyone! I'd like to wish you health, wealth, joy, and love for 2013.

It's also nice to ring in the new year with this request:

Thanks again for reading along. Here's to more spankings and adventures in 2013!

Surprise spanking in the elevator

My guy surprises me often. Today, he caught me completely by surprise.

I got to work and opened the door. There he was. He looked good.

"What, no blue shirt?" I asked him.
"Nope. Should I be wearing one?" he said sheepishly.
"That's okay. You'll have other opportunities," I said, admiring his grey and white dress shirt, and grey slacks. "You look really good."
"You look great yourself," he said.
"You're just saying that," I responded.
"Why would I just say that?" he asked me.
"Just to butter me up."
"I would show you physically," he started.
"I know. Showing me in this corridor is probably not the best place," I smirked, as we both nodded in agreement.

My guy and I chatted often throughout the afternoon. We were talking about my former manager who was a jerk.

"Didn't you want to kiss him?" he asked me, pulling my leg.
"You're making me shiver," I said. "Why would I want to do that?"
"Well, you have a thing for older men with bald heads," he hinted.
"True," I said, looking straight into my guy's eyes. "Not him, though."
"I know," he replied. "He doesn't deserve to have someone as cute as you with those kissable lips."
"You do," I pointed out, which made us both smile.

We chatted about my guy's upcoming presentation for a bit. We then realized that it was 19:00. We packed our stuff and headed out the door.

My guy held the door open for me. I walked through it. He pinched my right buttock. It was nice.

At the elevators, a colleague had his foot in front of an empty elevator. It was odd. He let us go in it.

Normally, when we have an empty elevator, my guy and I tend to kiss and hug all the way to the ground floor once the doors close.

Today was different. The doors finally closed.

"Turn around," he said.

I did what I was told. He pinched and groped my left buttock. Without any hesitation, my guy spanked me as I was bent over, holding on to the handrail. They were pretty good smacks on each buttock with his bare hand. He didn't hold back. I got a good eight swats before the elevator stopped.

I adjusted myself and we got out of the elevator.

"Wow," I remarked. "I am so turned on. That hurt!"
"Good," he said. "Wednesday."
"Wednesday," I repeated, which was perfectly clear to both of us that we'd be in the treehouse for some quality time.

I was completely aroused and wet. My guy knew it. He had just fulfilled one of many spanking fantasies that I have. I get to cross that one off my list.

I wish that every workday ended that way for me.

Tempted to spank my colleague and friend today

I've been working at my place of employment for nearly three years now. I have befriended a number of colleagues and am so grateful. One of my friends is DJ.

He started brief conversations with me, which turned into a joking, humourous friendship that has been great. We are similar in personality. That helps a lot.

Over the years, I get the hint that he may be a closet spanko. One time, he held a wooden ruler in his hand and slapped my arm with it. My other friend, CW, has known DJ for over a decade. One time, she told me that she gave DJ a couple of lovetaps on his bottom. He didn't seem to mind them.

I notice references from him, saying that he has been a "bad boy" and having me stand in the corner. We joke about it, but I truly believe that we share the same spanking interest here.

Yesterday, he was talking to a colleague. I went over to the colour printer to fetch my printouts. He was bent over the wooden desk in the colleague's cubicle, with his butt in the air. I was so tempted to go over there and give him a spanking. He has an adorable bottom. I don't know how I held my composure.

Roughly ten minutes later, he was in the same position. I wanted to use that wooden ruler he had in his hand that day when he had slapped my arm.