Cheeky, handsy photo

I do like this photo of Ansel Elgort with his girlfriend, Violetta Komyshan.

I like his hand placement. It turns me on, even though I am not a huge fan of thongs, especially wearing them.

Cheeky butt-drumming video

A few days ago, I saw this video on my Facebook feed. It's nice that it's also a cheeky Canadian video:

This video is to draw awareness of colon cancer. It has certainly made me more aware. It just so happens that this video does it in a fun way. Thanks, Colon Cancer Canada!

Brief summary of The Spanking Hand Book and being a cheeky brat during a spanking

I have finished reading The Spanking Hand Book: The Authoritative Guide on Adult Discipline. I am trying not to sound like a book critic in the blog post, but I may add my two cents.

It was a pretty easy read. The book is a collection of spanking-related topics from various bloggers and authors. The topics vary, which I like, from historical facts and cultural spankings, to the best spanking positions to assume.

The only drawback? An editor should have reviewed all articles for grammatical and punctuation errors. Some articles were well-written. The horrible grammatical and punctuation issues in others made me cringe. Then again, I am a writer who tries her best not to make such errors. However, we are all human.

Erica Scott has a nice written piece, What Not to Say to Your Spanker! Of course, I like to tease my guy by making cheeky comments as I am over his knee for a spanking. I want him to spank me harder after saying them.

If he gives me a number of smacks on my panty-clad bottom and asks if I have learned my lesson, I may tell him, "Those smacks didn't hurt, so I must be a good girl." He will then challenge me by pulling down my panties, and spanking me both longer and harder across my bare bottom.

I like occasionally taking my free hand and playfully attempt to protect my backside from being spanked. My guy ends up either lightly smacking my hand away, or holding my hand down and spanking me harder.

It's fun to say these things to my guy. It makes the spanking enjoyable for both of us and it makes us laugh.

Spanking for relentless teasing

My guy has an addiction to Facebook. He has told me so a number of times. He gets engrossed in some stories or trends that he sees in his feed, and feels the needs to share and add his two cents.

Sometimes, he ends up forgetting that we have an after-work date. I end up paying by unnecessarily waiting for him due to his tardiness. In a weird twist of fate, our team had an emergency software meeting at the end of the day on Thursday. As a result, by the time I was done with that meeting, my guy said that he was leaving and driving over to our meeting place.

"Finally!" I replied.
"Sorry," he said.

He knows that I am going to bring the topic up when we meet. Oddly, I don't get angry at him. Rather, I tell him that he's always making me wait, which makes me delay pleasuring him. It's fair to me. He knows it and says that he's sorry.

I got to our regular treehouse location. My guy was in his car in the driver's seat. He got out and said hi. He had a cup of Timmy Horton's coffee in his hand.

We got into the car. My guy asked me whether I was wearing his gifts. Yes, the purple bra, and purple panties with black lace fit me nicely. He liked what I was wearing.

I asked him what he was drinking.

"It's a medium half-hot chocolate, half-coffee," he replied.
"You mean you're drinking a mocha," I said.
"What?" he asked me.
"You could have just ordered a mocha."
"True, but I didn't want a fancy drink. I wanted to save an extra $1.10."
 "Yes, you did, because you're Mr Cheapo."
"No, I am practical."
"Well, if you drink enough of your frugal drinks, you'll have enough to pay off your recent speeding ticket."

Yes, my guy got a $50 speeding ticket for driving 64 km in a 50 km zone. It was different that we started chatting. Normally, we say hi, kiss, and continue to kiss. It just wasn't the case today.

We were both feeling playful. I was pushing his buttons. He gently grabbed my hand.

"You deserve a hard spanking. Come here!" he said, looking at me an then looking at his lap.
"No!" I exclaimed, refusing to move over.

My guy reached under my left buttock and pinched it. It hurt. He was enough for him to assist me in going over his lap.

He lifted up my skirt. He caressed the exposed part of my buttocks that my panties could not cover up.

"You know that you've been a bad girl, right?"
"No, I am always a good girl. You just think I'm bad."
"Do you think so?" he asked.
"Of course."

Well, he spanked my exposed left buttock at least a dozen times in rapid, hard succession. He said sternly that I was a naughty girl and proceeded to do the same thing to my right buttock.

"You can't count. The number of smacks on my left cheek doesn't match what you just did to my right," I noted.
"You are accusing me of not being able to count?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied defiantly.
"Let's try this exercise again."

He smacked my left buttock hard a number of times. He did the same thing with my right buttock.

"Was that better?" he asked me, proceeded to slap the backs of my thighs and calves.
"You keep missing the target," I said playfully.
"We'll see about that."

He smacked my backside, but with more force. It hurt. I loved it.

He then fingered my now wet pussy. It felt good. He made me reach orgasm rather quickly.

My guy told me later that he loved having two fingers up my pussy and two fingers up my butthole. I enjoyed it, too. In the heat of the moment, he asked me to beg him to insert his fingers in me, as he was teasing me. I did beg and he held his end (sorry for the pun) of the bargain. I came yet again.

I sat up. My guy looked at me lovingly. He kissed me while brushing my hair away from my face. He held me in his arms and started to talk.

"Are you ever going to kiss me?" he asked me.
"Why?" I said, teasing him.
"I am talking a lot. When you want me to stop, you have told me that you end up kissing me."
"Maybe," I said.
"I'm going to start talking about tires and rims all night, then."

Although we both enjoy our chats, I told him to shut up and kissed him on the lips. He laughed, at first. We kissed a lot, as if we were just starting our date together.

Showered with gifts to set up an upcoming spanking

I had a great date night with my guy. We hadn't seen each other in over a week.

We had quality time first. I will need to pick up the writing pace soon. At work, there are deadlines galore these days. The craziness is expected to be over by Thursday, which explains my not posting too often as of late.

After that, we needed some grub, so we headed to our favourite Chinese restaurant for dinner. It was nice to chat and eat. My guy was clearly dopey after our time together, which I found adorable.

The dopiness started to wear off a couple of hours later. We were opening our fortune cookies. My guy likes to ask me how to pronounce the Chinese characters after he has read his fortune.

I finally got around to opening my fortune cookie. I am playful. I held it so that it looked like Pac-man. My guy smiled. He had taken his red fortune cookie wrapper and had tied a knot. I tried snatching it from him, but he kept on slapping my hand. Eventually, I had to show him that it was a bow. I put it on top of Pac-man and said it was Ms. Pac-man. He laughed and then apologized for slapping me.

I was also folding the cheap, wooden chopsticks wrapper to look like a paper star. Unfortunately, I needed more paper. At one point, my guy snatched the paper out of my hands and ripped it in half. I pouted like a little girl and said that he had destroyed my happy place.

My playfulness does pay off sometimes. He told me that I'd be in my happy place again. He had presents from Victoria's Secret.

I love my guy in that he is not afraid to go into such a store and pick out items for me. I don't mind if he gets assistance from someone at the store. It's thoughtful of him. He even remembered my bra and panty sizes.

Before we parted ways, he gave me my presents. I have a pretty push-up bra. I can't recall when I last had one. He got me one in purple, which is my favourite colour. It's from the Very Sexy collection in Purple Diva.

The panty is perfect, too. It's purple with black lace. It looks pretty comfortable. It's also called the lace-trim cheeky panty in Victorian Plum. It matches my personality. We'll see if it's the perfect panty to wear for a spanking.

My guy hoped that they will fit me. I am sure that they will. I told my guy that I couldn't wait to wear them. We're seeing each other tomorrow, so it all works out nicely.

I did try on the bra when I got home and it's wonderful. I feel so spoiled and happy.

Made-up words and a meaningful hug

My guy has a habit of making up words. Whenever he does add a new word to what I call my guy's dictionary of wacky words, I give him a you-are-crazy-but-you're-cute stare.

My guy tends to say thingy often. I am a writer by trade and fend off the temptation to not use it.

Last Friday, at the end of the day, I cracked. During our entire conversation, I said thingy three times.

"I can't believe that I used thingy three times today," I said, almost shocked.
"I guess that I am rubbing off on you," my guy stated.
"Rubbing in more ways than one," I said in a cheeky tone, which made him smirk.

My guy reminded me of my usage of his fine word on Monday. I have a feeling that it will be used as a reason for spanking me soon.

On Monday afternoon, my guy came over to my desk. He ended up sitting on my desk. I was wearing my double v-neck navy blue sweater. My guy was wearing his new wool sweater. It was also blue, which is a colour that looks great on him.

We talked about how sweaters tend to fuzz. My sweater was a silk-cashmere blend. He touched my forearm and loved how soft my sweater felt. I reciprocated, feeling his right forearm. I liked how soft his sweater was, too. I ended up squeezing his forearm.

My guy was holding my right hand, admiring my manicured nails. We talked a few minutes more. He then had to leave, but not without squeezing my upper arm.

We left work that night. We got into the elevator. It was ours. The doors closed.

"Come here," my guy said to me, extending his comforting arms out.

We didn't kiss like we normally do. He wanted a hug. We embraced for the entire duration of our elevator ride. It was a great hug. No words needed to be exchanged. It simply felt good.

Being bratty ends with a sore bottom

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Change in life and in the redness of my bottom

It has been just over two weeks since I last wrote here. I was put off by a comment posted in my last entry. I need to reinforce the notion that I started this blog because I wanted to write about my spanking experiences and what was on my mind with respect to spanking. I'm not here to find out how many hits I get a day on my blog or how many comments I get. I simply want to write about whatever I feel like that pertains to spanking. I understand that I will not please everyone who stops by and reads what I have to say. However, I do not enjoy critical, snarky remarks about topics I have written that do not interest folks. They are my thoughts and experiences. If you relate to them, that's cool. If not, there is no need to tell me what I should and should not post.

As far as my life goes, I'm in the process of changing jobs. I'm still a writer, but am moving from my current company to a large corporation. There is a lot of paperwork to fill out before I get a concrete start date, but it's worth the effort and time. I have also been accepted into graduate school. It's an exciting time in my life as far as my career and enhancing it go.

Two nights ago, I got a much deserved spanking from my hubby, G. I had been cheeky earlier, teasing him about his age. He is slightly older than I am, which I tease him about from time to time. He was thinking about a particular brand of candy that he had savoured when he was nine years old. I asked him deliberately if candy was invented back then. Yes, I was setting the stage for a good red-bottomed session.

Well, just before hitting the sack, we hugged and kissed. One thing led to another and his hand was lightly smacking my backside. He pulled down my shorts and gave me several swats over my low-rise panties.

He got me over his lap. The panties came down immediately. The smacks came down hard on my bottom -- and numerous, too. I love a good bare-bottomed spanking with his hand. It was personal. It was loving. And, it hurt.

I must have been over his knee for maybe seven minutes. He meticulously smacked each cheek, making sure that I felt the effects on his hand after each smack. At the very end, he gave me a brief birthday spanking -- a smack for each year that I have lived on this planet. It was terrific. My bottom was sore and I felt loved.

After he made sure I had an orgasmic experience, we hugged. It was a good start to the weekend.