Bumps in the love journey and my portable humidifier

It has been an interesting few days. On the romantic side, we aren't doing great. I'll talk about that in an upcoming blog post. I am still sorting through some of the ridiculousness that has transpired.

I still have congestion. I will let my doctor know when I see her on Tuesday. The good news is that it's getting better, but it has been around for a week that I'm concerned. My teeth also feel achy, which is odd. I got over-the-counter sinus medicine at the drug store to help with my congestion. So far, it's working out fairly well.

On Thursday night, I got a portable humidifier. It works well. The downside is that the instructions come from China and they aren't complete. I have been figuring it out as I go. I do like it, as it also acts as a nightlight. It also has two mist modes. There's a continuous one and a pulsating version. Fun!

Monday funnies and a sweater

Mondays can be interesting. It is difficult to get enthusiastic about them, especially when you have to go to work after a relaxing weekend. However, when something comical happens on a Monday, it certainly brightens up your day.

I got to work at my usual time and cut through the communal kitchen. I went to the water cooler to fill up my water bottle. I then headed towards the second door.

Well, I noticed that someone was opening that door. So, I just stood there. It was my boss. He looked at me and was startled. Yes, I had scared him.

He laughed. I would have laughed normally, but I wasn't sure how to react. He eventually cracked me up.

"Well, hi there, Cutiebootie!" he said, laughing, while also being a bit embarrassed.

That remark did it. I was laughing hard. We both were.

"I'm sorry for giving you a heart attack," I said and we parted ways.

My guy is in meetings all week. He came to see me at around 17:30. We talked. It was nice to see him.

I told my guy about startling our boss.

"Any man would love to bump into an attractive woman," he admitted. "I would love to bump into you. I want to bump into you more often."

My guy is genuinely sweet. I have been working on a set of marketing documents. As you can probably tell from my posts, I am not cut out to be writing marketing materials. I am too direct. I don't fluff. But, I have to complete this task for work.

"I am brain-dead," I said to my guy, as I was tired writing fluff.
"You are never brain-dead," he said. "You are always sharp as a tack."
"That's better than being tacky," I joked, which made him smile.

My guy looked at my beige sweater. Whenever I wear it, it makes him wonder whether it is new. I couldn't figure out why he liked it so much until we both headed home for the day.

Unfortunately, we didn't have the elevator to ourselves. We did get to the ground floor and talked for a bit.

"I really like your sweater," he said to me.
"Thanks," I replied.
"I love how it's cut on you. It's thin enough to see the shape of your bra underneath. Your sweater highlights your boobs nicely," he complimented.
"I see," I replied.
"I am getting hard now," he admitted.
"I wish that I could reach out and touch it, kind of like that Bell commercial from decades ago," I replied. "I could make a long-distance call."

We both chuckled. We wished each other a good evening. We kissed. It was a nice end to a Monday.

Lovetaps and swats in the early years

Yep, I'm still talking about certain incidents that have made me the spanko I am today. It's really a culmination of various people when I was young giving me lovetaps on my backside.

I was a pretty good kid growing up. I suppose that to find something bad about me at school was difficult, so it led to these light swats from time to time.

I recall being in grade 2 and I had signed up for swimming lessons in the summer. My mom was interesting and got me a blue two-piece bikini. I wore it one day and had befriended a girl named Amanda. We were swimming laps in the pool, but doing the tag team routine. I recall finishing my lap and getting out of the water. Amanda, before going into the pool to swim her lap, would smack my bottom when I was getting out of the pool. She did this a number of times. Frankly, I didn't mind it. I can't recall if I actually returned the favour.

In grade 3, after morning recess, the librarian was in the stairway, making sure that all students made their way to their classes. She was an important part of my speech classes that I took the previous year (I was a grade level ahead in English, but needed speech classes, for I didn't speak English at home), so we knew each other. Well, I walked past her, said hi, and she swatted my bottom with her hand. I just remember the tap over my red raincoat.

I haven't really mentioned that I'm a switch. These days, I enjoy receiving spankings more than I do giving. When G and I were dating, he basically got more spankings from me than the reverse. I think part of this came during my elementary years.

One day, during the afternoon recess, when I was in grade 5, one of my friends was sitting on the shoulders of another friend. My third friend decided to give the friend way up high a spanking. I joined in. It was friendly and fun.

I think my interest in giving spanking was most prominent in grade 6. My best friend's birthday was December 6th. The day before, I gave her the bumps, which consisted of my kneeing each cheek of her backside six times. It was fairly popular at my school. I then gave her birthday spanking. I gave her twelve smacks, one to grow on, and pinched each cheek. This experience probably made me enjoy birthday spankings, both giving and receiving.

Even my grade 6 teacher got a loving birthday spanking from a couple of my peers. He was 38 years old that year. I didn't join in. Rather, I enjoyed watching it.

Back then, I wished my birthday wasn't in July. It would have been nice to have received a birthday spanking from my friends, when I could see them more often. These days, when it is my birthday, I can count on getting a lengthy birthday spanking. I can't complain one bit.