Happy Thanksgiving! Lunch with my guy a couple of Wednesdays ago

Happy Thanksgiving! I have plenty to be thankful for in my life. Thanks to you for reading along with me, and providing me with support, encouragement, and joy. The same goes for my guy, my family, and my friends.

Considering that most of my Mac mini issues are fixed, I can move on to blogging more regularly. I am thankful for having a working computer.

I still have an issue with syncing my photos correctly to my iPhone. It works perfectly fine when I sync with my iPod classic, mainly because I sync my entire photo collection to it and it fits. My photo collection is too large to fit on my iPhone, so I have to be selective.

Luckily, being selective has made me realize that the sync works fine for all my photos before I upgraded from iPhoto to Photos. In other words, I only get the photos that I want up to April 2015, even though I can see all my photos after that month in the Photos application. Strange, huh?

So, geeky girl, who can't help but to troubleshoot, is trying something new. I am exporting all my photos to my external hard drive. I created a new Photos library and am currently importing all my photos. We'll see if this task works. It takes many hours to complete, which is why I am running this importing process overnight.

Anyway, over a week ago, I wanted to write about my lunch date with my guy. He drove all the way up to my neck of the woods to see me. We live approximately an hour's drive away from work, but in opposite directions. In other words, he drove for two hours to see me.

We went into the Chinese restaurant and sat down. My guy said that I looked cuter than ever. His sweet compliments come out stronger and more frequently when he misses me.

We ordered a couple of dishes, which were pretty big. It worked out well. We ordered a seafood fried rice dish, and a spicy chicken and shrimp dish. We talked and laughed.

We also held hands across the table. I enjoyed that. He then played footsie under the table. I ended up rubbing my leg against his and caressing his knee with my hand. He pulled my leg up and caressed my toes, admiring the metallic dark blue nail polish that I had.

Once we were done eating lunch, we had some quality time in a corner of the parking lot. We got into my guy's car, with my being in the backseat. He backed up the car while caressing my leg. It was nice.

He then got into the treehouse. We hugged. We kissed. He fingered me a few times until I came. I jerked him off until he came. We cuddled. We napped. We woke up in each other's arms. And, we talked.

It was a wonderful afternoon. It was warm inside of his car, so my guy opened his car's sunroof.

I love that my guy enjoys shopping. Many guys don't. The shopping mall that we were at has an outlet store for a major department chain. He asked me about it. I suggested that he take a look.

He also noticed the mall across from the dealership where he was to test drive a car. I told him that the Bay was there, which is a department store that he shops at often. He told me that he'd go there after taking a look at the potential car, too.

We spent three hours together. It was great. We kissed and hugged one final time. He then looked at my leg and placed it on his lap.

"My jeans have a side zipper," I told him.
"Nice," he said, unzipping it and caressing my bare calf.

It's nice that he likes my legs. I love being with him as much as I can.

O is for early morning orgasms

Last Wednesday morning, I woke up at 06:40 and thought that my guy was late getting up to head off to work. After all, the previous day, he set his phone's obnoxious alarm to 06:00.

I debated whether to personally wake him up. I decided to attend to my bladder, which felt like it wanted to explode at any moment.

I quietly walked up to my guy in bed. He had a pillow over his head. His left cheek was on the pillow, but he was twisted such that his left arm was closest to me. His left palm was facing up.

I didn't hesitate and held his hand, like I have so often. I made circles in his palm. He knew it was me. He immediately pulled off his pillow that was protecting his head, turned around, and said good morning.

Of course, I had to ask whether he was late getting up. He confided that he had set his alarm for 07:00. At this stage, I had him up thirteen minutes early. He was okay with it.

He asked me how I was. I was good, but told him that he was Mr Meanie last night, as I sat next to him on the bed. It wasn't his fault. He was sleepy, but we neither spent any cuddling, nor quality time together.

My guy looks sweet first thing in the morning. He rested quietly in bed with his eyes closed. I hugged him for a bit. He told me that he needed to shave. I caressed his face and chin. I agreed with him.

He was finally fully awake. I was still sitting crosslegged on the bed. He played with my right nipple.

"How come you're not wearing a bra?" he asked me, playing with my erect nipple.
"Because you told me not to in the past, remember? You spanked me for wearing one to bed."
"I love how easily stimulated you get," he said, continuing his handy finger work on my nipple.
"Now, I am going to have abnormal nipples," I commented.
"No, you won't," he assured me, working on my left nipple.

It always feels so good when he plays with my nipples.

"Come lie down next to me," he insisted, gently pulling me towards him.

My guy was spooning me. I love when he does that.

He rubbed his bare legs against mine. He immediately groped my left buttock. He quickly moved to my crotch.

"You are so bad. Yet, it feels so good," I stated.

My guy slipped his hand under my pyjama shorts and panties, and continued groping my butt. Soon, we were both slipping my panties and shorts off.

He pleasured my wet pussy with his fingers. I was completely aroused. Moments later, I reached orgasm.

He hugged me tight and let me enjoy the moment. He then felt like fingering my butt. He hasn't done that for a while. It also helped that my period had ended the day before! I reached orgasm yet again and was limp in his arms.

My guy hugged and kissed me before he got on with his day. He came back moments later and put his comforter over me before he went back to shave.

I asked my guy whether he was running late. He wasn't. He actually got to work too early the day before.

"If I am asked why I am late, I will say that I had more pressing issues to attend to this morning," he explained, sporting a grin while telling me.
"Yes, like pressing your hard cock against my bare thigh," I remarked, which we both agreed was both sensual and erotic.

We both got dressed and then headed to the lounge for some breakfast. We were both hungry. Going to bed early and having some fun quality time in the morning does that to us.

Quality time and a spanking after work

My guy met me at our usual spot after work last Friday. I parked next to his car and we both got into my car's treehouse.

I like the ritual that we have these days where we cuddle and talk about our day for a bit. It's nice.

My guy wanted to pleasure me first. He gently let me fall back against the backseat on my back. He was rubbing my crotch, which was nice.

"You know that you've been a pretty bad girl these days," he said, continuing to rub my crotch.
"No, that's not true," I playfully protested. "My bottom isn't sore, so I can't be a bad girl."
"Oh, yeah?" he questioned me. "I need to find an implement. What do you have?"

My guy was rummaging through the glove compartment. Luckily, I don't have much there. However, I did want a good spanking.

"I have a wooden ruler," I said.
"Go get it for me," he commanded.
"I don't want to," I whined. "If I get it, you'll use it on my poor bottom."
"Just get it," he repeated.

So, I reached over to the front storage area and found it. My guy was admiring the view of my butt as I fetched the ruler.

"Ah, perfect!" he said. "Come over here."
"But, I don't want to. You're going to make my bottom sore."
"That's the whole point," he reminded me.

I went over his lap. I have missed being slapped with a wooden ruler. I protested. He called me a bad girl.

I love when he slaps me in the same spot multiple times. It does hurt after a while, but I like the sensation. I get turned on more when he constantly tells me that bad girls like me need to be punished often.

He teased me by playing with my wet pussy, but then stopping to spank me some more, alternating between cheeks. He is mean, isn't he?

Eventually, he stopped spanking me. I could feel the sting afterwards, but I was too busy climaxing to ponder about it for a while. I came and rested over his lap.

I sat up briefly. He then fingered my butt. Again, it has been a while and it felt so good. Moments later, while kissing him on the lips, I came. He cleaned up and he held me in his arms.

Of course, it was time to reciprocate and make my guy feel good, too. I rubbed his penis, which was hard in his pants. He loved it so much. He couldn't take it anymore and let me handle his erect cock.

I gave my guy a blowjob. The treehouse is perfect, as there is plenty of room in the backseat of my car to kneel. It allows my guy to see me stare up at him as I am sucking him. It turns me on, too.

He came rather quickly. It was nice. It made us both happy.

Of course, we cleaned up and hugged each other. We had more dopey chats before we were alert enough to drive home.

Weekends should always start this way.

Get-off Wednesday and spanked Saturday

My guy and I last spoke on Skype on Wednesday. I tend to work from home that day. He pinged me late in the morning.

Recently, I bought myself a Philips Airfryer. I felt like christening the small appliance by making kale chips. I was figuring out how to do just that when my guy wanted to chat. I needed a break from work.

So, I did most of the talking. Eventually, I had yummy, crisp kale chips. I munched on them while my guy and I talked.

He was horny, though. It was just before midnight for him. I got him aroused and my talking dirty to him eventually led to my guy to ejaculate like what seemed to be no tomorrow.

It was nice hearing him climax. I just hoped that the hotel room walls had some insulation! As usual, he thanked me for helping him get there. I virtually kissed him goodnight.

Of course, it's understood that because I did got get off during our chat that he would help me out when he returns home.

He is back home now. And yes, I have a sore bottom among other perks. More on that later. =)

Packing, kissing, and fondling

This post is a continuation of my last one.

After my guy's session was over, the seminar group wanted to take pictures, to commemorate their time. I offered to take pictures of the entire group.

One of the folks had a Samsung Galaxy phone. I can't recall whether it was the S3 or S4. I have fiddled around with the former that I knew my way around it. Her phone felt different, so it could have been the latter model.

Anyway, I snapped one picture of the group and wanted to take another. Her phone froze. I literally had to quit the camera application and relaunch it. My guy was impressed that I had figured it out. He told me later that he would have panicked.

I got a rather older camera model from another person. He thought that I may have trouble with it, but I was okay with taking the group photo. He seemed impressed with me.

It was my guy's camera that caused me some problems. First, it was in video mode. Second, it is such a tiny camera. I have no idea how he can take pictures with it, because my hands seem so large trying to hold it. My guy's hands are even larger than mine. Eventually, I got around to snapping the picture.

As a group, we said goodbye to one another. My guy and I then went up to his cubicle. We are moving to a new building in a few months. My guy decided to gradually move some of his stuff home.

We talked as he packed away various items. We both realized how many gifts we give each other. He had bought me gifts from Madrid and remembered to give them to me. Two were purple-coloured items. The first was a purple case for my phone that was shaped as a cassette tape. I loved it. I immediately installed it on my phone. The other was a purple change purse that was made of silicone. It was pretty.

My guy started to offload gifts. He had a nice marble figurine of an elephant from a previous trip to India. The top part of it has broke off, and he was reluctant to give it to me. There was a baby elephant inside the mother. It was sweet. He also fed me chocolate.

He looked at me. We were both standing up. We hugged. I caressed his head. He looked around and wondered whether there were any new cameras installed.

We walked over to the nearest conference room and closed the door. We hugged some more. We kissed, which meant a lot and felt so good. He groped my buttocks and rubbed his crotch against mine.

He played with my sweater. He moved it off to one shoulder, which revealed my black bra strap. He thought that I looked so good to him.

He gently guided me to the wall and had me lean against it. He unbuttoned my jeans and fondled my crotch area. He couldn't resist and fingered me. It felt so good. It had been such a long time since he made me climax. I did. I hugged him and told him that I loved him. He told me so sweetly that I was his loveable girl.

He wasn't done. He decided to finger my backdoor, too. It was quite the moment. I felt relaxed and happy. I zipped up my pants once I had enough strength to do it. He stared at me for the longest time and said that I looked really good.

We cleaned ourselves up and came back to his desk. I saw him pack some more stuff up before we left.

He reassured me that we'd talk on Skype while he was away for the next two weeks. I wished him a safe trip.

It was indeed a Good Friday.

Treehouse time and it's Wednesday again

Wednesdays seem to be treehouse days as of late. Frankly, I didn't think that this past Wednesday would be one of those occasions.

I got to work and my guy was at his desk, looking like he wanted to take a nap. He didn't notice that I had walked in until I said hi.

I asked how he was. He said that he was okay. To me, that response indicates that he's not as good as he could be. He admitted that he wasn't feeling his normal self. My guess was that he was at his desk. He has been on the road and in meetings as of late. All that activity has suddenly ended. He doesn't exactly know what to do with himself.

I did manage to lift his spirits. He had overheard a conversation that I was having with another writer. I was telling her how much I disliked how one user guide was written by a previous writer. It wasn't useful in that it didn't tell readers how to actually use our software product.

My guy felt the need to add his two cents, basically teasing me about my stance. He truly felt the same way as I did about the user guide, but he likes to see if he can get me worked up.

Somehow, we ended up talking about giving birth on an airplane. I managed to state that I could picture the husband or significant other trying to help with the baby's delivery, but feeling queasy. So, the oxygen masks would drop from the overhead bins, which cracked both of us up.

I decided to get up from my desk and head to the washroom. My guy followed suit.

"You're not following me, are you?" I asked him. I knew that my question was rhetorical.
"Not at all," he said. "It's purely coincidental."

We typically cut through the communal kitchen to head out to the elevators. The kitchen door closed. My guy groped my right buttock. I was turned on and caressed the back of his neck.

We went through the second set of doors. He groped me again. I was even more aroused.

"I don't know what to do now," I admitted, feeling like Jell-O.
"Well, we can fix that after work," he hinted, which meant quality time.
"I'd like that," I admitted. He smiled back at me.

My guy had swiped a box of East Indian sweets that was in the communal kitchen. They were left there by a fellow employee to celebrate the birth of his first child. My guy came up to my desk and offered me some goodies. He then passed them around to others.

He is sweet that way. He always offers these things to me first. The part-time (PT) writer, who annoys me these days, hasn't quite picked up on the fact that he finds her to be phoney and insincere. She proved it to him once again.

"Are you going to the Christmas party?" asked a colleague who was passing by our cubicle area and directed her question at my guy.
"I will be your date," PT yelled out, always overhearing every conversation in the area.
"I don't think that your husband would approve," my guy responded, which shut her down.

Frankly, PT is not exactly a sensitive, caring person. I wasn't annoyed that she had said what she had said. My guy is sweet and I am lucky to have him. However, it was inappropriate and my guy did a good job at telling her no in his own way.

My guy ended up offering home-buying advice to another colleague. I didn't want to interrupt their conversation, but I was ready to leave. So, I said goodnight to both of them and headed out the door. My guy started to pack up, so I knew that my subtle hint had got across just fine.

We drove to our usual spot and got into my guy's car. He helped me take my hoodie off.

"How are you?" he asked me, placing his right hand on my thigh.
"I'm good," I said.
"You're not just good," he pointed out. "You're sweet, sexy, attractive, and wonderful."
"I see that your smooth side is coming out."
"It's the truth," he stated and started kissing me.

As usual, we kissed a lot and often. He touched my left side, which made me giggle. I am a ticklish girl. We continued to kiss. He caressed my breasts. I touched his chest and arm.

He reached down toward the fly of my pants. He was trying to unbutton it, which made me giggle some more. He managed to pull down my pants and my black lacy panties.

He touched my tummy, which continued to make me giggle.

"I like that you're ticklish. It's sweet," he admitted, and kissed my tummy.

My guy fingered my clit. I was fully reclined in the backseat. I was relaxed.

"I have missed touching you," he said. It was my time of the month the last time we were in the treehouse.
"I have missed your touching me, too," I admitted. "I feel like a slut."
"Good," he agreed.
"I'm in the backseat being fingered by a cute guy."

Soon, he had another finger up my butthole. I was so turned in. It took me a few more minutes before I climaxed. I then rested in his arms, as limp as can be. He lightly swatted my bare left buttock. It was sweet.

I snapped out of it after a few moments. We kissed and hugged some more. I recall my guy saying something to me, which prompted me to automatically call him sweetie. He knows that I mean it when I call him by that nickname. I don't say it as often as I should. I do say that he is sweet all the time, though. I don't know why that is. However, we both know that I truly mean it when I use it.

I touched my guy's penis, which I confirmed to both of us that it was erect in his trousers. He undid his belt and trousers, and then slid his briefs down. I gave my guy a handjob. He fingered my butthole again.

"You do know that I have my entire middle finger up your ass?" he asked me rhetorically.
"Yes," I replied. "I like it when you fuck me all the way up my ass."

He came immediately. Moments later, I came. It was a nice moment.

Part two will continue in another post.

Missing being touched, and being touched and missed

I can tell when my guy truly misses me. It was evident today.

He was back from a trip to Chicago on Monday. Today was his first day back at work.

My guy has two Skype accounts. One is for work. The other is his private one. I am fortunate to have both.

We primarily chat using his private account. He did just that at lunch time. He asked if I was going to be coming into the office this afternoon. After teasing him a bit, I said that I was. He wrote back that it "sound[ed] good." That was the first sign.

I got to work and we talked a bit before I had to conduct an interview. We chatted quite a bit throughout the afternoon. He then came over to my desk to show me something on his laptop. He caressed the back of my neck, which led to his hand going down the back of my sweater.

He whispered in my ear whether I'd like to have a meeting with him. I was game.

We left work just after 17:30. I got to our usual spot first. Traffic was a bit backed up, as it was the rush hour. He followed suit, parking next to my car. We both then hopped into his office, which was the backseat of his car.

He asked how I was. I put my hand on his lap and said that I was better now. He kissed my hand a number of times. I told him that I had missed his soft lips. He felt the same way about me. He told me that he missed me. The feeling was indeed mutual.

We embraced for a long time. It was nice to be held in his arms again. He proceeded to kiss me tenderly down the left side of my neck, while unzipping my sweater and playing with my right nipple. Our lips met and we kissed passionately.

He unzipped my pants. I felt his cock underneath his khaki pants. He was getting hard. We actually have a pet name for his cock, which I won't reveal here. =)

I pulled my pants and sky blue panties down. He came prepared with a blue glove. I knew that he was going to finger me. He fingered my pussy. It felt incredibly good.

"I have missed touching you," he admitted.
"I have missed your touch," I reciprocated.

He then worked on fingering my butt. It was intense. I actually came twice today.

"You like when I finger you, don't you?" he told me.
"Yes, I like when you have your way with me," I said, smiling.
"You are beautiful and incredible," he reinforced.

I have kissed his nose in the past. He thought that it was sexy and different. He reciprocated today. I enjoyed it.

He then removed his khaki pants and blue briefs. Yes, our underwear matched colour-wise and we didn't even talk about it the night before! He pulled out his hard cock. I rubbed the tip of it, which was soft to the touch. He pulled my left hand over his stomach. My right hand grabbed his cock and began giving him a handjob.

"You have such beautiful hands," he told me. "I love the look of your hand wrapped around my cock."

Probably a good five minutes later, he came all over my right hand. A lot of semen came oozing out. My job was done. I caressed the tip of his penis afterwards.

I figured out what aftershave he uses. It smells so good on him.

After we had both cleaned up, he pulled his underpants and pants up. I looked at his cell phone and asked whether he was used to it. He was.

I love his boyish charm. He showed me his favourite game on his phone, which was Scramble. We both played it for a bit. I had to laugh when he scored points for pee and peed. He gets a bit dopey after sex, so it's cute that he spells such words.

He was trying to find nipple, but couldn't form the word. He did dedicate flog to me.

"We always have so much fun together," he stated.
"I agree," I said without hesitation, hugging him as we both continued to play Scramble on his phone.

Being tied up and waiting patiently

On Saturday, my guy and I played dominant and submissive roles, respectively, on Skype. It was different for both of us, but it was surprisingly enjoyable.

One of the interesting tidbits that came out of our role-playing session was my guy saying that he was going to tie me up and play with me. He would stimulate my clit to the point where I wanted his cock inside me, but he would tease me. He wouldn't give in. He would keep me waiting.

I never thought that I'd say what I am about to say. Although it is just plain torture, I like that thought.

After our session, when we were relaxed after getting off, we talked.

"I have never been tied up," I confessed.
"Maybe it's time that you were in real life," he said.

Handcuffs? I watched Anderson on TV this afternoon. He had given Katherine Heigl a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. Perhaps I need a purple pair, seeing that I have a love for the colour and that they would go well with my fuzzy purple paddle. Or, should I just have a standard pair of steel handcuffs slapped on my wrists?

Part of me likes the thought of having a scarf tied around my wrists for starters. It's more romantic. I am not the type to resist, especially when I am getting spanked.

Anyway, just thoughts about being tied up. They are all worth exploring.

A couple of days ago, we talked about seeing each other once he gets back in town on Saturday. The office is across from the airport.

"Should I meet you in the office or in your car?" I asked him. "The backseat of your car is your office."
"We can meet in the office," he said, after chuckling.
"I don't have access to the elevator after hours, so you'll need to get me," I indicated.
"Yes, I'll get you from the lobby, and then I'll get you again in the office," he said, which made me smile.

Three more days to go before I get to see my guy again and get a sore backside. I can't wait.

Talking, sucking, and expressing all on Skype

My guy and I hadn't spoken to each other for over a week. It is rare that we have gone that long without talking to each other. However, e-mails have made things easier. We are working with a six-hour time difference.

My guy has admitted that he's not an emotional person. I tend to agree to a certain extent. He compliments me, but isn't the type to constantly say that he loves me. I know that he does, because he expresses it through his actions. I can tell by how he holds and hugs me that he loves me. He expresses how he feels about me through his sweet kisses. He holds my hand. I know that he wants to be with me. He's affectionate without saying much.

In a brief e-mail that he sent to me in the afternoon, he had hoped that we could talk soon. I knew that he was thinking about me. I wrote back, teasing him that sales at Costco, his favourite store, have plummeted since he has been away. He teases me all the time. I tend to shop at Gap these days. He calls me Gap girl now.

He is in Germany on business. He logged on to Skype tonight. I had nearly shut down my laptop for the night, but I had heard a Skype message come in.

"Hey," he started off.
"Hey," I wrote back. "Is that really you?"
"No, it's a mirage," he wrote. "That's your line."
"I know," I acknowledged. "I can't use it now."
"Do you have your earbuds?" he asked me.
"Let me get my headset," I explained.

It was nice to hear his voice. I told him that I had missed him. He said the same thing about me.

We caught up with our lives. He was sick all last week, but felt much better now. I could tell that he liked receiving my e-mails, wondering how he was doing. He likes when I care about him. His e-mails make me feel good, too. They are like a warm embrace.

He told me that he had an entire bed to himself in his hotel room and wished that I was there with him. He missed kissing my lips, caressing my breasts, pinching my buttocks, spanking me, and my sucking him. It's nice to be missed.

We got off. It was nice. We both needed the release, considering that we have both been working nonstop for the past couple of weeks. I pulled a thirteen-hour workday last Thursday. He had spent the entire weekend preparing for his meetings for this entire week.

After we both came, we just rested and talked a bit.

"I really like the time we have spent with each other," he told me.
"It sounds like you're ending our relationship," I said to him, with a smile on my face.
"No, I'm just reflecting," he said. "I love being with you."
"I love being with you, too," I reciprocated. "You have made my life more meaningful and fun."

It was nearly midnight. He was getting sleepy.

"It's past your bedtime," I said. He's like a little boy sometimes, which I adore.
"Take care," he said.
"Sweet dreams," I said to him.
"Thanks, sweetie. We'll talk again soon."

He's definitely a keeper. I miss him, but I feel more connected to him tonight.

Turning a bad, wet experience into a feel-good one

Normally, I log on to Skype and stay logged in all day. I don't know if my guy has a chance to chat with me when he has a free moment at work.

Today, I logged in at noon, just after I had returned from running a couple of errands. He was online. That was different. He immediately said hi. We exchanged a few instant messages before he called me.

We said hi. I could sense that something was on his mind. I asked if he was okay.

"I took my car in to get the transmission fluid changed," he said. "I then went into the washroom and had an accident."

I thought that the way he had worded it was funny. It made me laugh. My laughter was uncontrollable.

"No, not that type of accident," he said, which prompted me to laugh some more. "It had to do with the sink."

Okay, the sink detail made me laugh harder.

"That's not funny," he said in a deadpan tone.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to calm myself down. It took quite some time.

He told me what had happened. After he had washed his hands, he put his foot on the sink so he could tie his shoelace. Well, the sink wasn't all that sturdy and it fell off the wall. He then tried to put the sink back up, but it fell down again, and all the pipes burst, meaning that water was everywhere. He finally found the main valve and shut everything off.

He quietly went to pay for the transmission fluid service and reported the problem to the staff member. The employee said not to worry about it, although my guy said to charge the repair to him. Instead, my guy decided to give $50 towards the repair and then left.

In the end, my guy did find the whole situation funny, saying that it was like it was a scene from a movie. I apologized for laughing and was forgiven.

The other day, he was beating himself up, saying that he wasn't a good person. I had to convince him that he was a decent guy. Sometimes, poor choices will make you think that you're a rotten individual, but your personality tends to stay intact from decade to decade.

"If you were that person you say you have become, who doesn't give a damn about anything, I don't buy that," I insisted. "You cared about breaking the sink. You didn't have to pay for it, but you still chipped in. You aren't the monster you think you are."
"So, I've always been bad," he said to me, trying to tease me.
"No," I said. "You've always been good. It's your perception of who you are that needs to change."
"You're being your usual sweet self," he concluded. "Thank you."
"I need to say it more."
"So, how are you going to reward me for being good?" he said quietly.
"What did you have in mind?" I said seductively.
"I can touch you all over," he said.
"Yes."

There was a slight pause. I then had a thought that I wanted to share with him.

"You know, if I had broken the sink, I wouldn't have been forgiven that quickly," I said.
"No, you wouldn't have," he admitted. "You would have been punished."
"Imagine me with a short, black skirt on, with one high heel on the sink," I said.
"I like that," he said. "You with heels on and your white thighs contrasting your black skirt. I can see your panties."

Just like that, we got into a story that made us both aroused and excited.

We set the story up where he was the employee at the shop, who walked into the washroom and noticed that I had broken the sink. I apologized profusely, but he wouldn't accept it. The washroom had a wooden brush used to scrub one's back. He ordered me to face the wall. I did what I was told.

Instead of lifting up my skirt, he pulled it down, along with my panties. He smacked my left cheek with the back of the wooden brush, which was painful. He then did the same with my right cheek. He alternated, whacking me harder and harder. I was started to tear up.

He then asked if I would suck his cock. I said that I wouldn't. More smacks went across my buttocks. I was in pain. I was in tears. My backside was bright red. He asked me again if I would suck him. I finally gave in and I did.

Maybe it was not a good day for him at the auto shop. I'm glad that we turned that problem into something that felt good for both of us.

Spank me till I cry?

My guy asked me an interesting question today. He asked whether I like being spanked so hard that it makes me cry.

If someone tells me that I'm going to be spanked so hard that my backside will be bright red and that I'll be crying by the time my spanking is over, I get excited. In my younger years, I'd be fine with crying at the end of a hard spanking. It's a release of sorts. I would feel that I deserved such punishment to my buttocks. I'd feel loved. But, I'd want to cuddle more than climaxing or engaging in other activities after being spanked.

These days, I'd rather be spanked to the point where my buttocks hurt and it's sore for at least a day, but not to the point where I am crying at the end of my spanking. I'd rather have more flexibility afterwards. If I want to cuddle, I can. If I want to reach orgasm or help my guy get off, I have the energy to do it.

He did indicate that if I ever wanted to be spanked until I cried, that he would be happy to help me out. That's one of many reason why I love him. He puts me on a pedestal. I'm not sure what I have done to deserve having him in my life.

Tell me that I've been a naughty little girl

I recall reading a study last week that said that women absorb text or words a lot better when it comes to visualizing something than men do. In my case, it holds true.

The other day, when I was trying to climax over the phone with my guy, I said something that I have wanted to say for a long time, but have always thought that it was a bit of a cliche:

"Tell me that I've been bad."

My guy did that.

"You've been such a bad girl," he started. "I am going to spank you so hard that you'll never forget it. I'm going to spank you till you cry. Your ass will be cherry red when I'm done with you. You're butt will be sore for a week. You will always be bad, and if I have to spank you in public, I will."

I liked everything that he had said. I especially liked the thought of being spanked in public -- that I've been so naughty that I needed to be dealt with immediately.

A girl can only dream. And yes, I did get off after hearing those words.

Phone sex: hang up the phone after climaxing?

My guy and I had another phone sex session today. Although it was pretty intense, what he had said before we started put a bit of a dark cloud over my head and experience for a brief period. I forgot about it while we were into talking about spanking and having sex. However, the more I think about one of his requests, the more unclear I am about my reaction.

His request was that after he had reached orgasm that he wanted to abruptly hang up the phone. He didn't want to talk. He realized that women like to cuddle and guys just want to sleep. However, he felt that he was too spent to stay on the line.

I told him that I didn't like that. I find it to be rude. I'm the type who likes to cuddle if he were with me. I'd cradle him in my arms if he fell asleep. He immediately said that he wouldn't hang up on me.

Perhaps hanging up on me feels like he is rejecting me. It seems harsh. Sure, you reached orgasm. What about me? Today was one such case in which he got there first, but I hadn't. So, does that mean that you leave me to get to that pleasurable orgasmic phase on my own while you just clean up after yourself or sleep?

I shouldn't feel like I'm being selfish here, but I do right now. If I made him climax in-person and then he just walked away, I'd be hurt. Maybe I'm too emotionally involved when it comes to phone sex.