Concert was fabulous!

The concert last night was wonderful. I saw Boy George and Culture Club for the first time in my life. I'm so glad that I decided to try my hand at getting a ticket.

The drive to get to the venue is roughly 1.5 hours from where I live. I got a t-shirt. Yay

I'm taking it easy today. I will need to briefly head out in a few hours, but it's a quieter day this long Labour Day weekend.

Teasing my guy on driving his future car

My guy is extremely protective of his car. I love teasing him about it, even when he doesn't have his future car.

"I want to get a 70's car," he admitted, bringing up a conversation we have had a while back.
"I know that you do. You'd be driving a boat," I remarked.
"Yes, cars back there were long," he noted.
"I can't wait to drive it," I replied.
"I won't be driving it into work," he said firmly.
"That's okay. When I visit you, I can drive it," I teased.
"Um, no. You are never driving it," he replied.
"I will wear you down like I have in the past," I remarked.
"You are my sweet kryptonite," he admitted.

I enjoy teasing him. He likes when I do, too.

Mushy, boyish, horny guy

My guy asked me to call him when I was approaching the office. The whole point was to determine whether he was done getting his password reset to access our work network.

He called me about twenty minutes later.

"Hey, where are you?" he asked me.
"I'm still driving. I'm about seven minutes away from the office. How about you?" I asked.
"I just arrived at the office. I miss you," he replied.
"I miss you, too. You're being mushy, which I love," I noted.
"I'm hard. Can you play with me when you get here?" he asked me.
"You need to get your password reset. We should do that first," I reasoned.
"I don't think that I can wait," he said in his boyish way.
"You're going to be dopey at dinner," I pointed out.
"You can have all of me," he said.

I like how he is such a horny, mushy boy. It's endearing. Nothing else seems to matter. 

He told me to drive safely.

"I love you," he said, sweetly.
"I love you, too. See you soon," I replied.

He truly misses me.

Anniversary month - so down with it!

October is our anniversary month. I feel like saying, "We made it!" We have certainly had our fair share of ups and downs, as is the norm in life. My guy and I are more in love than ever.

For the first couple of years, I didn't do much maintenance around my pubic region. I just let it go. My guy never complained. In fact, he said that it was fine, but recommended a trim or two.

It took our time briefly apart where I decided to keep my pubic hair nicely trimmed.

I do see the advantages. My guy likes to go down on me. He did that after taking off my lacy black panties and having me rest of my back on the bed.

He spread my legs wide. He then pleasured me with his tongue. It was incredible. My orgasm was intense. It was so good. I was immediately lethargic and he knew it.

He came over to hug me.

"Thanks for saving the world. You are my superhero," I said to him.
"I'm glad. I'm naked boy," he replied.
"You're tongue boy. A very talented one," I said, hugging him tightly.

It wasn't a bad start to our long weekend together. No complaints at all.

Being polite and slapping my butt

Although there are some capitalization and spelling issues, I found this image on Instagram:

Sounds like my guy. I love it all!

Spank me, please

I drove home on a foggy Saturday night and heard Ray Parker Jr's "Bad Boy" on Sirius XM.

There is a lyric about spanking in this song. Naturally, I'd like my guy to spank me. I'm due.

I wrote about this song a while back. It still holds true. When I look back at the early 80's, this song was rather daring!

Come on, Barbie... let's go party!

My guy often cites Aqua's 1997 hit, Barbie Girl. I am not sure why, but it comes up often in our conversations, especially after we have been intimate.

My guy was impressed that I remembered when the song was released. He told me last night that it was a good year for him.

He often takes this lyric and makes it his own:

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world

Some of his reworked gems include the following:

• I'm a dopey boy, in a dopey world
• I'm a sleepy guy, in a sleepy world
• You're a baddy girl, in a baddy world

I personally like to tell him, "I'm a goody girl, in a goody world." He is never impressed by it.

Good news is that Aqua is doing a 20th anniversary reunion tour next year. I told my guy to go see the concert and get this song as his ringtone. I have a year to convince him to get tickets!

Being a helpful support person and wanting to be a good girl

My guy is like a sweet little boy sometimes. I just want to cuddle and kiss him, but he is still away on business.

He called me at nearly 05:00 his time. I asked whether he had come back from clubbing. He laughed.

He told me that his back is aching. We both have a history of it. He told me that he was going to take it easy.

I asked him whether he still travelled with his electric heating pad. He looked in his suitcase and it was there. I told him to plug it in and rest his back on it.

Then, he had problems connecting to the hotel wifi with his new tablet. I told him to open a browser and go to a Web page other than Google. Sure enough, the hotel page appeared, asking him to enter his special access code.

Finally, he let me know that he has changed banks and needs to update his bank account information to get paid. I told him that he can change all that information on our company's intranet site.

"What would you do without me?" I asked him.
"I don't know. I would be lost, for sure," he admitted.
"I should charge you for this support call," I joked.
"I can pay you in kisses," he hinted.
"I'd like that. It also shows that you are still my Cheap Bastard."

We then had another chat moments later.

"See, I am a good girl for helping you out," I pointed out.
"You're a useful girl, but never a good girl," he reasoned.
"You'll always be my Mr. Meanie," I told him.
"Yes, I like being your Mr. Meanie," he admitted.

Here's hoping that his back feels better soon.

I is for in bed

The title of this blog post sounds like I have cracked open a fortune cookie and have tacked on in bed after my fortune. This post is about my guy who loves being in bed.

My guy takes a while to get out of bed. He is not a morning person.

Last week, his alarm on his phone predictably went off at 07:00. He spend ten minutes in bed, which is the time that his alarm will finally stop on its own. He then spends another ten minutes in bed before he thinks about getting up.

He is like a sweet boy when he hugs his pillow tightly. He truly does not want to get out of a warm bed. He is my sleepyhead.

One morning, his alarm went off at the expected time. He actually got out of bed and did some stretches on his mat. He then crawled back into bed. Ugh!

I also noticed that when he plays with my nipples and other of my body parts while we are both in bed, he wakes up pretty quickly.

I suppose that I should be his alarm clock more often when he has to get up for work.

Thinking about spanking my guy

I am in a reflective mood. It's not exactly a revelation. I just haven't had a chance to write a post while in such a mood for quite some time.

My last three spankings from my guy have been hard ones. Reflecting on these times makes me smile.

In all three cases, my backside was bare. I love when my pants and panties are pulled down for a spanking.

These days, my guy enjoys spanking me and I am grateful that he does! I can tell because he definitely gets into the spanker role. I like that he scolds me more these days while swatting my backside. The swats aren't as meticulous as they used to be. He changes up the pace and frequency of each swat, which I appreciate. I am sore for a couple of days, on average. It's a nice, constant reminder every time I sit down.

There are moments where I just want to spank my guy. I have been thinking more about spanking him these days. It's nice to think about it. I would like to act it out, though.

A couple of weeks ago, my guy was teasing me so much that I gave him a lovetap on his right buttock. He smiled. I know that he enjoys when I grope his backside. He has told me in the past that he wouldn't mind seeing whether he would like to be spanked, but we need a comfortable environment for him.

So, the next time we are on vacation together will likely be our experimental time. In the meantime, I am okay with continuing to dream about spanking him. And, if he hates being spanked, I have nothing to worry about. I am perfectly content that he loves to spank me.

Nail polish, footsie, and sleepyhead pictures

On Monday, my guy and I went out for lunch with another colleague. Our colleague is leaving the company in a couple of weeks and she wanted to spend some time chatting with us. It was great.

I drove us to the restaurant. My guy asked me whether I had changed my nail polish. He has never asked me that before. He normally holds my hands or looks down at my feet to figure that out.

I said that I did. He knows that I change my nail polish every week. I am not that diligent with my toenails. However, I went with painting my toenails with a shade called midnight blue, as the nights have been pretty cool for the past few days.

We got to the restaurant and sat down. My guy sat across from me. He looked under the table to see the colour of my toenails. He has a boyish charm about him that I absolutely love.

Under the table, he lightly brushed his shoe against the side of my sandal. I extended my leg and brushed my calf next to his. It was a nice moment. We have never played footsie in a restaurant before.

Our colleague had to use the washroom. My guy decided to snag my cell phone from me. I playfully tried to get it back, but he has longer arms than I do. He did admit to me that he is not as cell phone-savvy as I am. He wanted to see the two pictures that I had taken of him when he had dozed off at his cubicle.

So, I showed him my photos of him. He laughed hysterically. He wanted me to send them to him. That wouldn't be a problem.

I reassured him that I would not be sharing these pictures of my sleepyhead with anyone. They are just for us. I want them to be used in our role-playing scenarios. These pictures are supposed to get me in trouble and I get spanked for being disobedient.

It's fun to be mischievous. It looks like Friday will be my punishment day. I look forward to it!

Crazy week and a plan to spank my guy

This week has been quite an odd one for my guy. However, many positive outcomes have occurred from the bizarre experiences.

I will attempt to be brief. My guy had his eyeglasses broken by a former colleague (FC). FC was recently fired. I have been told by several colleagues that FC was mentally unstable and wasn't taking his medication. Whether he was fired because he was off his medication and couldn't cope is unclear.

Anyway, a colleague, who is here from a different part of the world, had no idea that FC had been fired. He told her that he wanted to talk to someone in the office and asked that she use her badge to get into the building. Being who she is, she let him in. Although we have a policy to not let people who do not show proper identification in, she didn't want to deal with him and let him in. She has always felt that FC was too creepy for her liking.

FC was looking for my boss, but he wasn't there. The first person FC recognized was my guy, who shook his hand and asked how he was. FC took my guy's glasses off his face and snapped them in half.

In a nutshell, both someone in upper management and the human resources person asked that my guy press charges against FC. Both my guy and I were on the same page. Having charges laid against FC will not help him get better. He needs help and support for his mental condition. FC is not going to do well in life with a criminal record.

My guy and I have the same personality. He had thought about driving himself home with his broken pair of glasses. I was concerned and had offered to drive him home. The company, thankfully, decided to pay for him cab ride home. He lives fairly far away from work.

We are both cool and calm people. My guy was handling everything well. I asked if he was okay, delicately brushing my finger against his nose that did not have his glasses sitting on it. We have actually grown closer as a couple.

My guy is extremely affectionate. For the first time, he came to my cubicle, sat on one part of my desk, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips. He has never done that before. I was not expecting him to plant a kiss like that at work, but I loved it. I held his hand between both my hands. I was glad that he was okay.

To top off this day, his cell phone had died. He could receive calls, but could not make any. He was having such a rough day, but was taking everything well.

This post was to talk about how to introduce him to receiving a spanking. It's difficult to playfully justify a reason for spanking him. He is a decent person and I am fortunate to be with him. Like me, a reason isn't necessary to justify receiving a spanking. I just want to be spanked for being naughty behind closed doors. I like it. He is curious about whether he would like being spanked. When role-playing, it does help to make up a reason for getting spanked.

His birthday is coming up. It would be perfect to playfully spank him on his special day. If not, I like the thought of receiving his birthday smacks on my bare backside. I do think that we need to discuss how hard he would like me to spank him. As they say, communication is important. My spanking him for the first time is no different.

Just out of curiosity, I decided to do a quick search on the topic of spanking someone for the first time. It is interesting how many articles are out there on how a man should spank a woman for the first time. There isn't as much material written for a woman who wants to spank a man.

Perhaps I need to write such a guide once I figure out all the details.

Hanky spanky... nothing like a good spanking

As you have probably noticed, my profile picture shows a lovely pair of boy briefs with hanky spanky written on the back of them.  I did get them for Christmas.  It is indeed my first pair of panties that has some message across the backside of them.  I love them!

The hanky spanky message is a reference to Madonna.  Yes, I am a fan of Madonna, having been one since I was thirteen years of age.  Her song, "Hanky panky," came out when I was in high school.  I thought it was great.  I had an interest in spanking then, but never exercised it until years later.  I was excited that Madonna sang about getting a spanking and how she wanted it.  It was great seeing her attractive backside slapped onstage by one of her dancers when she was on tour.  I enjoyed that moment immensely.

Anyway, it seemed fitting to ask for these panties for Christmas.  They fit well.  I have yet to be spanked in them.  More on that when that news story occurs...

All I need is another pair of panties that has spank me on the back, and my collection will be complete.

A number of spanking tidbits

Geez, it has been quite some time since I last wrote. I just want to say thanks to Brucie for posting a couple of messages a few weeks ago. I appreciate your taking the time to add insight to my posts and for sharing your experiences with me. It means a lot, considering that I'm new to the spanking blog world.

Well, this post refers to a couple of things that DJ, a colleague at work, said last week. He is on a strict diet and has since lost nearly fifty pounds in roughly four months. He looks great. However, he's getting tired of his low-carb diet.

He told me that he might get off it soon and be a "naughty boy." He then made the comment that he'd be "whipped." I have suspected that he's a closet spanko. The whole naughty boy scenario is such a turn-on.

My hubby likes when I take him over my knee and call him a naughty little boy as I give him a sound spanking. As for when I'm over his knee, I do a bit of a reversal. I'll protest that I'm not a naughty girl, but a good one. The smacks on my bare bottom generally get more intense, which I love.

As for recent spankings in our household, I recently found a paddle that I had purchased a few years back. It has a few holes in it. It's more like a wide ruler with holes that you can put in a three-ring binder. Anyway, it was used on my bottom. I loved it, although it hurt like crazy to get paddled a number of times on my unclothed backside. Still, I enjoy feeling the effects of a sound spanking, particularly the day after. Try sitting on a park bench for ten minutes the day after such a spanking. You'll understand. It's all good.

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.