Back at work and being with oddballs

My first day back at work was busy, but it went well. I got the work that I needed to catch up on completed. I helped troubleshoot an issue that resulted in having three happy people being able to access a site.

It's not a revelation, but the day made me realize how my colleagues in my department are not exactly leaders:

• The oldest guy on our team talks a lot. He spent twenty minutes talking about an office chair. He also can't figure out how to add a software application on his laptop if his life depended on it.
• The diva injures herself often. She fell on the weekend and has tore a thigh muscle. She has been away on sick leave for the last two days.
• My friend can't read for beans. She sent me a screenshot saying that she has the application installed. The message had the exact application name mentioned three times, which wasn't what she had.

More than half the team does not have this application installed. Had I not stepped in, everyone wouldn't have properly ordered this application. I sometimes wonder why I care so much when my colleague seem indifferent. It's because that's who I am. They need a ton of guidance.

Because my intern has moved over to being under the direct supervision of diva, he is now doing all her work while she recovers. I feel for him. However, I have trained him well that I know that he can doing this work with flying colours.

It's such an odd setup on our team. On the plus side, some people are now realizing how much value and skills I bring to this team when I am either away or don't handle these tasks that I once did.

Cuddler chair

I was leafing through the latest Costco magazine that I got in the mail. I found a cuddler chair.

Currently, the site is down for maintenance. I am curious to know how much it goes for. Both my guy and I enjoy cuddling. It seems like the perfect little cuddler chair for us. It's like a sofa, but circular.

When the site is back up, I'll try and link to it. It's cute.

We'd also have to test it out to see whether it can also be a spanking chair.

Directions, lunch, and woolly mammoth

On Thursday, my guy (MG) let me know on our corporate instant messaging application that he was ready to go our for lunch.

MG: Hey
Me: Hey, WM. Ready for lunch?
MG: Yes, you?
Me: Yep. Meet you downstairs.
MG: See you soon!

I got into an elevator with roughly eleven other people. I was the last one in and the first one out. Seconds later, my guy walked out of another elevator all by himself. Ah, the luck!

We walked to his car. I asked him where he had parked. He pointed west, but he was standing right in front of his car. I couldn't help but laugh, which was probably a good reason for him to spank me soon.

He drove us to our usual restaurant for lunch, with us holding hands along the way. He parked and we walked over to the restaurant, which wasn't too busy.

We sat down.

"My bottom doesn't hurt sitting on this wooden chair anymore," I stated factually.
"That's not good," my guy said.

We looked at the menu and placed our orders. We got free calendars, which was a nice touch.

"What does WM stand for?" my guy asked me curiously.
"Woolly Mammoth," I replied, which made him nod and smile.

My guy was wearing a blue wool sweater. He is indeed my woolly mammoth.

Birthday spankings - past and future

My birthday is in early July. My husband's birthday is a week before mine. Already, I am thinking about how I am going to administer his birthday spanking and how I want my bottom dealt with on mine.

I'm thinking about doing something different with G with year. Normally, I take his age and administer that many smacks on each cheek with my hand. I then give him two more smacks on each cheek for good measure. This is all done with him over my knee and his bare bottom exposed. I'll then pinch each cheek once. After that, I spank him some more with my hand, which can range anywhere between twenty and two hundred smacks, I estimate.

This year, I'm thinking of giving him birthday smacks for every birthday he has had, and a smack for each birthday to grow on. Mathematically, I guess that would add up to n! + n, where n represents his age on his birthday. See, taking math is pretty useful...

As for me, over the years, I have asked him to first give me a warm-up spanking on my birthday, which consists of going over his knee and getting n + 1 spanks on my clothed bottom with his hand. He'll then remove my pants and spank me a few times, before pulling down my panties and giving me n x 10 smacks on my bare bottom. After that, he'll mix it up between his hand and the wooden paddle on my bare bottom, giving me a fairly hard spanking and a thoroughly smarting backside.

I have many birthday spanking memories since being with G. I had never received a birthday spanking in my life until I met him. I lived out my fantasy of being over his knee at 00:01 on my 25th birthday, first having him give me 25 + 1 hard smacks on my bare bottom with his hand, and then another 250. I went to bed with my fairly sore bottom.

Later on in the day, he took me to the Olive Garden for my birthday lunch. I sat on a wooden chair for over two hours and my bottom ached. I playfully told him so. He gave me this huge grin on his face, satisfied with the work that he had done on my poor backside. I smiled, too, for he loved me and we were celebrating my special day.

I have more birthday spanking memories to write about. I'm off to see if G will pretend that it's my birthday now. I'll just say that I'm 80 years old and will hand him my hairbrush once I'm over his knee.