Reconciliation

I have just started week two of my training course in New Jersey. I have learned so much. I have also bonded with my colleagues and trainers.

Frankly, I thought that my first week would be horrible. My guy and I had thought about spending time together in the same hotel. He let me go weeks before this trip and it has been difficult.

I left for Newark on Sunday. I was travelling with two other colleagues. As we were waiting to board, I heard my guy's name being called out by the check-in counter attendant. He was scheduled to be on the same flight. He didn't show up, which made me sad and relieved simultaneously.

He had written an e-mail to me a few days before my flight, asking how I was. I finally wrote to him after having checked in to my hotel. I was concerned about him. I also told him that I wished that things were the same between us. Finally, I asked that we chat sometime, whether he was near or afar.

The next day, my guy and I actually bumped into each other at our work site after I had eaten lunch. I could tell that he was happy to see me. It was mutual. He told me that he had just arrived and that it was a long story.

Sure enough, he wrote back to me after work. He asked that I add him back on Skype (he had removed me as a contact) and said that we could chat a bit. He also said that he was sorry that I wasn't feeling well. I was getting over a cold and had a sore back, and it was my time of the month.

Sadly, we never chatted on Monday. I woke up early on Tuesday morning and he called me on Skype at 07:47, We chatted for a bit. He wanted to have dinner with me after work. I was game. We chatted on Skype after work. We planned to go to the Olive Garden, with my guy picking me up at my hotel.

He rented a Hyundai Sonata. It was nice to see him again. We talked. He couldn't help but to hold my hand. I started to tear up. He told me that he missed me.

We got to the restaurant and had a wonderful meal. He had the chicken scampi, which is my standard dish at the Olive Garden. We talked a lot. He told me that I was right -- that he was confused and didn't know what he wanted. He told me that he didn't want to hurt me, but he needed some time to sort things through. I told him that he broke my heart and that I was depressed.

I teared up. He said that he was a "boring guy who just wants to hug" me and let me cry on his shoulder. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sincere and that he was hurting. I have never seen him like that before.

He held my hand as we walked to his car. Well, he is directionally challenged, which is why I guided him to his car. I couldn't help but to giggle and laugh at him. He held the car door open for me, lightly swatted my backside, and shut the door after I was in it.

He wrapped his right arm around me as he backed the car out of the parking spot. He held my hand. I was teary. I had missed him so much.

We got to his hotel room. It was strange how I was laughing uncontrollably when he talked about how he normally can't find his car. We walked into his room, took off our coats, and hugged.

He held me tightly. He told me repeatedly that he was sorry. I was crying on his shoulder. I didn't think that he wanted me back, but the pendulum was swinging.

He held my hand and led me to the red couch. We watched a movie together while cuddling. I was crying intermittently. My crying reached its peak when he kissed me on the lips.

"Why are you so sad?" he asked me.
"I've missed you," I said.

He held me in his arms for a bit. I did need some tissue, so he got up and got me some.

In a strange move moments later, he had me propped up against the sofa, and passionately kissed my neck and shoulders. He caressed my breasts. My chocolate brown, short-sleeved sweater came off. He removed my bra and sucked on my nipples. It was nice.

Since it was my time of the month. he ended up rubbing my pussy with my pants on. I was wearing green khaki pants. He positioned my legs over each of his shoulders. I caressed his head and moved him closer to me. I came in due time. I couldn't believe what was happening.

We kissed some more. I reached over to caress his hard cock. My guy's pants and briefs came off. I was jerking him off. We kissed some more. It was nice that I was able to give him a handjob.

In the past, we typically would not have him ejaculate twice. However, he was rubbing my leg and had me rub it against his cock. He wanted to ejaculate again. I helped him do just that. He was dopey. It felt like old times.

He wanted to go out shopping with me the next day. He wished that my period were done. He also asked me to forgive him.

I did. We're back together again. He put Humpty Dumpty's heart back together.

My guy making up for his behaviour and actions

I was clearly upset going into the office on Tuesday. To make a long story short, my guy had upset me the other night. He was pretty insensitive by dismissing what I had said online. Instead, he decided to go on Facebook and share a bunch of photos as we were sending messages on Skype.

I decided to log off. I was in tears. They dried up forty minutes later. He called me and said, "I'm just seeing how you're doing and I have to go." I could hear him zip his laptop bag up.

It make me even more upset. I started crying again. My guy stayed on the phone for maybe a couple of minutes before saying goodbye and hanging up. His actions were rude and hurtful, but his insensitive remark put me over the edge.

I could tell that my guy had felt bad. He wrote me an e-mail later on that evening. I didn't bother responding to it.

At work the next day, he came up to see me. I was busy mentoring one of my colleagues. He went to talk to my other colleague to my right, the human resources woman to my left, and finally to us. I ignored him.

After I was done conducting an interview and he was done with his meeting, he came back upstairs. I ignored him again. Finally, he logged on to Skype. He wanted to have dinner with me and talk. I was good, although I warned him that I wouldn't be good company.

My guy and my manager were then talking. I somehow managed to kill some time by talking to a couple of colleagues before heading to my car. I still had to wait for my guy to get to the restaurant. I was still noticeably upset. He got there and apologized for being late.

We did talk about what was bugging me. He told me that he was being honest about having to go and cared enough to call me. I told him that his heart was in the right place, but that he should never tell me that he is rushed to go somewhere. I told him that I deserved better. He apologized and said that I did.

We still have one issue that won't be resolved immediately. After dinner, he escorted me to my car and asked what we'd be doing. I wasn't in any mood to do much. He asked if I wanted to spend a night at a hotel with him. That caused me to tear up. Instead, he said that we should spend some time in each other's arms. I was okay with that.

The problem was that I was upset again. I was crying with my head resting against my car's steering wheel.

All I remember is my guy trying to get into my car. He eventually did by opening my side of the door to unlock all the car doors. He then got into the passenger side and comforted me with his hand behind my back. Like a mantra, he repeatedly said that he was sorry.

His hand moved over to mine. I didn't feel like holding it, as mine was trying to dry the tears running down my face. Instead, he rubbed my forearm and eventually my thigh. I stopped crying for a bit. He looked intently at me. I was finally okay to drive over to our usual spot.

We got there just fine and got into his treehouse. I rested my head against his chest and he embraced me. My face was nearly buried in his chest. I just cried.

He wanted me to kiss him. I told him that I wasn't in the mood and that I couldn't breathe. My nose was all congested. He went ahead and kissed my forehead and my neck. His right hand was inserted in my back pocket, occasionally coming out to caress my right buttock.

We started to talk some more. He suggested that we could go to a hotel when I was ready to. Somehow, I managed to tease him by saying that we'd spend the night watching him look for tire rims on Kijiji. We both burst out in laughter. He went to tickle me and I resisted. He finally saw my face and kissed my lips.

He wandered over to my blouse and took my breasts out from my bra. My head was leaning against the seat. I was slouching. My guy sucked my left nipple. It was the first time where I felt so close to seeing him suck me. Our eyes met. It was great to see that he was enjoying himself as much as I was being pleasured by him. I guess that my seeing him suck me so vividly was a revelation because I normally have my eyes closed.

He played with my crotch, rubbing it seductively, if that makes sense with my wearing a green pair of khaki pants. He went ahead with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. He pulled them down and played with my black lacy panties. Eventually, they were pulled down, too.

"I like what I see," he said.
"And what do you see?"
"A beautiful, pink pussy," he said and began fingering it.
"Am I normal, doctor?" I asked him.
"Yes, you are more than normal. You are perfect."

He made me reach orgasm. It wasn't as pleasurable as it normally would have been. I was still sad and I had a mild headache. My guy didn't give up. Moments later, he made me come again. I then rested there for a bit before he pulled up my panties and pants, even buttoning and zipping the latter.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. He hugged me back. I played with his hard cock in his pants. He wanted me to. I could tell.

It was his turn to unbutton and unzip his trousers. We pulled his briefs down and I began to jerk him off. He wanted to know if he could put his hard cock up my butt. I said that I would do anything for him, which he loved. He came moments later. It was nice.

Naturally, we cleaned up once we had the energy to do that. His backseat looks like a paper products place these days, with a roll of paper towel and a box of tissue.

We talked some more. It's our sort of dopey time together.

My guy had his sunroof open. I was lying on my back and raised my legs straight through the sunroof. My guy smiled. He first grabbed my crotch, and then began to slap it.

"Are you spanking my pussy?" I asked him, still a bit dopey.
"Yes, of course," he said without any hesitation, continuing to slap it a few more times.

He proceeded to pinch each buttock. I have never been spanked in a diaper position before, which was what I was in. He didn't hesitate and spanked me hard. It was nice to see his face while he was spanking me. I loved it. And, yes, I was pretty sore afterwards.

I got up and ended up having my legs over his lap. It was sweet. We kissed some more.

He held me for a long time as we continued to chat. He told me that things would get better and that I'd be my old self soon. I wasn't so sure, but I did feel a bit better.

Last day in Stockholm... the good and the unexpected

My guy and I enjoyed our last breakfast at the hotel in Lidingo. I remarked how I would miss having a yummy croissant in the morning, stuffing it with lean roasted turkey slices and cheese. My guy would miss the yogurt and cucumber slices.

Each day, we would drive over to the restaurant for breakfast. He would then drive me back to the hotel. Yes, the hotel occupied a vast area. It was literally away from everything.

I went to resume packing up everything, minus some toiletries, for I was thinking of taking a shower before we'd fly back just after midnight.

My guy and I agreed to meet at the Kista Galleria mall. He was teaching for half the day. We wanted to go sightseeing downtown. We opted to park our cars at the mall and to take the metro. We met at 13:00. I suggested meeting in front of the grocery store.

We found each other. My guy had purchased some chocolate at the grocery store. He wanted to put it in my rental car, so we did. We were then hungry. We headed to the food court and had delicious Middle Eastern food. I loved the rice that accompanied my chicken kabob.

We then headed toward the metro station. We bought our fare and hopped on the train. Each station does look like a cave with artistic accents. Seated across from us was a woman curling her eyelashes and applying her makeup.

We made it downtown. It look longer for us to figure out where to take the bus tour, but we ultimately found the bus stops. We took pictures, held hands, and walked over there.

The rain started. It poured. My guy had brought an umbrella. We were good.

Sadly, the double-decker bus did not shield us from the rain too well. At one point, we took the umbrella and practically shoved it out the side of the bus, as my right arm was completely drenched. My guy was hilarious, saying that he was entitled to whine about the rain.

Anyway, after half an hour, the rain had stopped and we were drying off. I hugged my guy, as he was getting cold. We had a rest stop. My guy got off the bus and bought a Coke Light for me.

The bus tour was good, despite the weather. We got off it and headed to a couple of souvenir stores. I bought a key chain that was a segmented ruler. You can to stretch it out to use the entire ruler, and then put it back into a neatly folded key chain.

We walked by a wooden paddle that was the shape of Stockholm. My guy playfully swatted my backside with it. My backside was still tender from the spanking that I had received the night before.

We headed back to the metro station and went back to Kista. It was the first time in ages that I took public transportation. It was nice. My guy admitted that he was not good with directions. He told me that I make up for his lack of directional sense.

Since lunch was yummy, we decided to get dinner from the same Middle Eastern eatery. We then headed back to my car and placed the food in there. He walked over to his car. We were driving back to the hotel to eat dinner, fetch our luggage, and head over to the airport.

It took me longer to get back to the hotel with all the construction and detours happening. My GPS couldn't handle all the changes.

I was perhaps five minutes away from the hotel when the unexpected happened. I was driving along. There was a bus parked in the right lane at the bus stop. I had the green light and drove along the single lane. I was clearing the intersection. Out of nowhere, a car was in front of me, moving slowly. I braked. I couldn't break in time and slammed into the side of it.

Both cars ended driving over to the right parking lot entrance. My rental car stopped when it hit a thin yellow pole.

I was shaken up, mainly because I was not expecting all this to happen. I had thoughts about my guy and I missing our flight. I needed to contact him.

The person in the other vehicle was a young man. He must have been twenty years of age. He spoke English. We both asked if we were okay. He was in a Volvo and had little damage. My Peugeot looked like it was totalled.

My young man's parents came over. His family was helpful in helping me fill out the accident report that needed to be submitted. They also helped in calling the hotel and my rental car company. I couldn't reach my guy on my cell phone. We all tried getting a hold of him. The mother said that I looked calm. I thanked her, but I felt that I wasn't.

After completing the accident report and speaking to a number of folks, I finally got to speak to my guy on the phone. He asked if I was okay. I was. He told me that he had packed all my stuff and he was coming over to get me.

He was at the accident scene five minutes later. He talked with the family, took pictures of my rental car in case I hadn't, put his arm on my back, and then held my hand. The tow truck was there, which tows both cars simultaneously.

We had to get the accident report photocopied, so my guy drove the young man's father and me over to the hotel. Everyone was so nice. My guy held my hand for the entire time.

The young man's family had arrived at the hotel. We all wished each other the best and went our separate ways.

We had a few more minor hiccups along the way. My guy's GPS wasn't working properly, giving us the weirdest route to get to the airport. I pulled out my GPS and we used that for a bit, which helped a ton.

My guy was being his jokey self, although he was hungry. I had managed to move the food to his rental car. He told me that he wanted to eat me. I pretended that I was afraid.

We found a gas station where my guy could top off the gas tank. Sadly, it was unattended and the instructions were all in Swedish. Still, my guy managed to figure it all out.

We returned my guy's rental car. I unzipped my luggage to get a plastic spoon and fork that I had. We headed to the airport shuttle area and ate our dinner. We were halfway done before our bus came. We left our food there and boarded.

My guy couldn't remember the terminal that we needed. I remembered that it was terminal 5. Everything worked out well. We checked in and had an hour to spare.

My guy had joked that I didn't think highly of him -- that he'd leave me to board his flight if I was late. It was too early for me to handle that type of teasing. I broke down and cried. My guy felt bad and said that he was sorry.

We were in the lounge waiting for our flight. He was checking his e-mail. I felt sad. He could tell. He reached over and squeezed my arm.

It was time to board.

"I have your back," he said, reassuring me that everything will be okay.
"Do you have my backside, too?"
"Yes," he said. "Bigtime."

I was happy again as we boarded our plane.

Back from vacation and not loving his goatee

Hello, everyone! I am sorry that I haven't written much as of late. I decided to do a last-minute trip with my guy to Stockholm. He was there for business and I was there on vacation. After work, it was all pleasure for both of us!

My vacation was great. I have a ton to write about, including a number of spankings that I had received.

As promised in my last post, I was going to indicate why I was sad during what was a delightful treehouse session.

My guy decided to grow a goatee. I had forgotten that my face is sensitive to stubble, especially when it rubs against my face when I am kissing a stubbly guy. Indeed, my face got irritated. A day later, I had a couple of pimples around my lips and above my chin. My face is also oily, so any disturbance causes my pores to clog up.

Anyway, what was unexpected was when my guy said that he would be keeping his goatee for a bit. I said that treehouse time would likely cease. He didn't quite get it at first, until I told him that my face can't handle stubble that feels like sandpaper.

My reaction was equally as unexpected. I started to cry. I am sure that my guy thought that I was overreacting, but he realized a couple of days later that I was not making up the fact that my face breaks out when it is irritated. I was so upset that he caved and said that he would only grow a goatee when he was travelling on his own. It was kind of him.

While we were in Stockholm, he was clean-shaven, which I appreciated. Perhaps my frustration that day was wanting to kiss him so badly, but that it hurt to do what I loved doing. It was an unnecessary obstacle for me. When he told me that he wanted to keep his goatee, I just lost it.

Anyway, all is well. More spankings posts are coming. Stay tuned.

Crying, laughing, and spanking

The last twenty-four hours has been quite the mixed bag of emotions. I am a sensitive person, but I tend to tear up more with my guy these days.

For the past couple of months, my guy has been looking for a brown dress shirt. For some odd reason, brown slacks are easy to find for guys. Try finding the same colour in a shirt and it becomes a challenge.

Well, my guy had thought that Mark's would have it. I went looking there a couple of days later. Sure enough, I found a light brown dress shirt. I bought it, knowing what shirt size my guy wears. It was also on sale.

I had bought it weeks ago. I gave it to him on Monday. He has been away for weeks. He loved it. What I forgot to do was remove the price tag.

On Tuesday, my guy and I talked on Skype. He was at our usual Chinese restaurant, but having dinner alone. He had an online meeting that he was going to conduct at work, but went out to grab dinner. So, we chatted while he ate.

He told me that he loved the shirt that I got him. He told me that I shouldn't get him expensive gifts. I should get something "reasonable" for him, even though I told him that I had got it on sale.

His comments made me sad. I broke down and cried. He knew that he had touched a nerve. I told him that I should be able to buy whatever I wanted. He told me not to squander my money, which made me cry even more.

He had to head back to the office. It didn't help that he said, "Come on," to try and make me feel better. Instead, I cried more. He told me not to be sad. I told him that it was too late. I was already there.

He attempted to comfort me, saying that I do give good gifts and that he loves the shirt. He pointed out that I have never given him a bad gift. He said that he would call me after his meeting.

My guy kept his promise. We talked on the phone as he drove home.

I explained to him that I had wanted to give him that shirt. I wasn't squandering my money. I thought that it was going to a worthy cause. When I give a gift, I don't expect comments on how expensive it was or how unreasonable the price was. I was hurt by those comments. I just told him to accept my gift and let me give it to him. After all, he deserves some pampering now and again.

I realized a bit later that his comments stem from the fact that he is the most polite person I have ever been with. He believes that he should shower me with gifts. I told him that the two most recent gifts that I got him do not compare in price to all the goodies he has ever given me. I don't give him gifts as often as he does. He travels more than I do, after all.

He felt comforted by my statement that I appreciate his gifts and that I am not used to getting so many thoughtful presents. I feel special when he thinks about me. It's not a competition. I would be fine without the gifts. I know that he thinks the world of me and wants to protect me. They mean far more to me than a gift competition of sorts.

He told me that he doesn't intentionally want to hurt me. I knew that. We were good.

After work today, my guy and I had a quick treehouse session. We left work at 17:00. Rush-hour traffic was horrific. We were only driving up the road!

Once again, my car was the treehouse. My guy still had his four tires that he had purchased in his backseat. He had explained to me the previous evening that the lug nuts didn't match what he had. I told him that he had to sort out his nut problem, which made him laugh.

My guy was wearing a new pair of brown slacks that he had bought while he was in Newark. Coincidentally, the colour of them matched the brown shirt that I had bought him. I had told him that I had paired a dark brown belt with the shirt in Mark's. My guy did the same thing. He looked good in his outfit.

Today, my guy felt that he needed to make up for upsetting me. He's sweet that way. We kissed for a bit.

It's rare that we make out and then engage in conversation in the middle of it. We did that today, but it was on topic. My guy asked me if I had used the dildo that he had got me. I was embarrassed to tell him that I was about to last night, but I had fallen asleep. I woke up cuddling the dildo next to my face. He smiled and laughed. I don't have a teddy bear. I had a cuddly dildo!

We resumed kissing. He groped my breasts as we kissed. Our role-playing scenario today was my guy playing a doctor. He was examining me.

My first exam consisted of my guy fingering my clit. I came moments later. In a good state of mind, I asked my doctor if I was normal. He said that he would have to conduct another test.

The second test required bending over his knee. He played with my pussy from behind. He fingered me some more. I came again. I asked him if that test showed that I was normal. He wasn't so sure. I had to go through a third test.

Well, the third test was my being fingered up my butt. It was intense, but I loved that he had one hand on my left buttock as he fingered me from behind with his other hand. It was heaven! I was incredibly dopey afterwards. I immediately went to cuddle next to him. He held me in his arms, which always makes me feel good. He told me that I was perfectly normal.

He was teasing me by making up ridiculous words, such as dopification and dopify.

"Even though I am dopey, I know that dopification is not a word."
"Really?" he said, chuckling.
"Those fake words hurt my head. I need a pain killer."
"Did you say pain?" he asked me.

It has been a long time since I have been spanked. My pants and lacy black panties were already down to my ankles. He proceeded to give me a lopsided, bare-bottomed spanking on my left buttock. It hurt. I enjoyed every hard smack. I cuddled up even closer to him as he did it.

I was too dopey to move. He held me for a bit, but had to go and meet a friend. He held my hand and kissed it. He asked if I was going to be okay, and whether I would pull up my panties and pants. I smiled and said that I would sooner or later. He got out of my car and headed over to my side.

He opened the door next to me. He leaned over and kissed me twice. Both were passionate kisses.

"The shirt [that you gave me] is awesome," he said.
"I'm glad."

He carefully closed the door and headed to his car. We waved to each other as he backed out of the parking space.

Hopefully, it's not the last time that we see each other before he hits the road for two weeks. On Friday, he needs to get a work visa. Hopefully, he can squeeze some time for us. If not, there is always Skype. It's definitely better than nothing.

Cheering me up and crying while being spanked hard

On Wednesday, I woke up feeling blue. For a while now, I have felt like I am being taken for granted at work -- that I will always be there for folks. I am the dependable one. Folks expect me to meet deadlines and have tasks done quickly. I don't feel like my work is ever good enough to others, mainly because my workload is still through the roof.

I got to the office in the afternoon and said hi to my guy. He looked nice in his blue sweater. The new writer came to talk to me. I then moved over to her desk, for I had to pick up a new parking pass from the human resources (HR) person sitting across from her. My guy also had to get a new parking pass.

It was a nice conversation between the HR woman, my guy, and me. My guy knew that I was heading downstairs to hang my parking pass on my car's rear-view mirror. We walked down together, talking and catching up. We then went back to our floor. He asked how I was. I told him that I was feeling blue.

We talked in the kitchen for a bit. He's a good listener. I felt a bit better, but my sadness wasn't completely gone.

Towards the end of the day, my guy logged on to Skype.

"Wanna grab some Chinese?" he asked me.
"Food or me?" I asked playfully.
"Food for now," he replied, adding a smiley face after his statement.
"I thought so. Okay. Maybe dinner will cheer me up."
"I hope so," he replied.

We packed up our stuff and walked out the door together. We got into the elevator and talked with a guy who was trying to escape work. We wished him a Merry Christmas and exited the elevator.

My guy offered to drive us to the restaurant. So, I put my stuff in my car and got into his.

We talked towards the end of our drive to the Chinese restaurant that was up the road. I first introduced the restaurant a few months ago. My guy is completely hooked on the food.

My guy loves my hands. He truly believes that I should be a hand model and has offered to take pictures of them. So, we tried that using my phone. The photo shoot was fun. I was joking that it was a lot of hard work.

As usual, the food was excellent. The company was much needed.

"Maybe you need to be punished to make you feel better," he suggested.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to be spanked. He was being his usual sweet self by making tonight a me night.

After dinner, we drove to our usual treehouse spot. I reached out and held my guy's hand. I squeezed it. He reciprocated.

I ended up teasing me. He playfully mocked my laugh. I acted like I was offended and took his hat off, caressing his head.

"I don't like you," I said, obviously not meaning it.
"I like you a lot, though."

We got into the treehouse. I admitted that I wasn't sure if I was in the mood for quality time. Instead, I wanted to be held in his arms. I needed that. I took off my long, black military coat and cuddled up next to my guy. He held me, telling me that things were going to be okay. He kissed my forehead tenderly as he generally does.

I would say about fifteen minutes later, we started to kiss. He wanted to strictly focus on me. I had a grey, v-neck sweater on. He played with my breasts and ultimately dipped his hands under my sweater and bra to play with them.

Normally, my guy unbuttons my pants. I did that tonight and pulled them down, along with partially pulling my panties down. My guy played with my clit. We continued kissing as he fingered me. Moments later, I came and rested my head against his chest, feeling rather limp. My guy kissed my forehead again, gently removing his hand.

I asked him if he would spank me. He didn't hesitate. He pulled me across his lap and pulled my panties down to my thighs.

These days, I can tell that he truly loves to spank me. He does it hard and there are moments where he delivers multiple smacks in rapid succession. He scolds me in the process. I absolutely love it.

What happened next was unexpected. I was in a sad mood. He was spanking me hard and scolding me. I ended up crying almost uncontrollably. My guy stopped spanking me. His other hand caressed my upper back. Frankly, I think that I had scared him.

The spanking, although hard, was not the cause of my crying, which I think my guy believed was the cause of my outburst. I have to say that the emotional release was needed.

He apologized for spanking me so hard. I told him not to be. He had three fingers up my clit. He truly wanted me to feel better. I did. After I had reached orgasm, I sat up and looked at him.

"I haven't cried during a spanking in a long time," I said to him.
"Is that good or bad?" he asked me.

I kissed him. He knew what the answer was.

I rested my head against his chest and we cuddled some more. More kissing ensued. I reached down to his crotch and found the tip of his hard cock. I rubbed it with my right hand. It drove him crazy. I wanted him to feel good, too.

So, his slacks and briefs came down. We continued to kiss as I gave him a handjob. It worked out nicely. He was just as dopey as I was afterwards.

My guy said several sweet things to me afterwards. He told me that I was a special person and I was everything that he needed, which made me tear up. He always tells me that I'm funny and beautiful, but his comment meant more tonight. He also pointed out that 2012 was "the year of the Cutiebootie," which made me smile. We both agreed that it has been a great first year together. I told him that I wanted another great year with him coming up.

It always nice to be wanted and loved. It's important to have someone who can cheer you up when you're feeling down and who is there for you. I am grateful to have my guy.

I snoozed, but I didn't lose... and we got off lucky

On Saturday, I spent the late afternoon and early evening relaxing. At around 18:00, I took a nap. It was probably the worst time for me to snooze.

I woke up nearly 45 minutes later to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I looked at the number. I didn't recognize it. I was groggy. The country code was 011. Nothing clicked with me.

It wasn't until I had checked my phone that I had an e-mail from my guy. It was to the point, as usual.

Which part of 24/7 did you not understand?

I immediately found my iPod touch and logged on to Skype. Sure enough, he was online.

"Hey," I said.
"Really??" he replied. Yes, he had two question marks.
"I can leave...," I teased.
"I have to use three different media to get a response?" he firmly asked me. "You're in trouble."
"I'm sorry," I said.

Being who he is, my guy had to say in parentheses that it was a part of the game. The conversation we had the night before was my guy playing the dominant role, and my being submissive. We continued it on Saturday.

"I don't know what I am going to do with you," he said, exasperated. "I will have to spank you hard, until your butt is red, sore, and bruised for days. When I say that you need to be online 24/7, I mean it."
"Yes, sir," I said. "It won't happen again. You will need to punish me for not catering to your sexual needs tonight."

This scene is new to the both of us, but it was fun. We both got off.

"I miss your full, soft lips, and your smooth tongue," he said after he had come. "I love when you kiss me and when you suck me. You're great at both."
"I absolutely adore kissing you," I replied. He is a great kisser, who has equally soft, full lips.

Although we have been apart from each other for nearly three weeks, we have grown closer over the past few days.

"Did you ask whether [a mutual colleague at work] misses me?" my guy asked me during our conversation.
"I didn't ask. Should I?" I asked him.
"If she's crying at work, she must be," he replied.
"That sounds like me," I said.
"Oh, sweetness," he said tenderly.
"I normally have it all together," I explained. "I just didn't on Friday. I missed you so much."
"It was so sweet when you cried," he said.

He is loving and he wants to make my bare bottom sore. A few more days to go before I get spanked again. It's all good.

After we had both got off, I checked my voicemail for one new message. It was my guy, saying that I was "dead" for not being online. I am glad that he was playing a role. I never want to truly make him annoyed at me. As expected, he sweetly said, "Bye for now."

Again, he's a keeper.

Being offline, facing the consequences, and crying

I had a feeling that my guy and I would be talking today.

It is becoming a ritual for me to go into work on a Friday afternoon. Since going back to work after back surgery, I have been showing up at the office mainly to see people, but to also test out my back and walk around.

Today, I did something different. I brought my laptop into work. Normally, I leave it at home. I just had a feeling that I would be talking on Skype to my guy. We hadn't talked since Monday night.

While driving to work, I was stopped at a light. My cell phone had a new e-mail. It was from my guy. It was short and to the point:

How come you're offline? You know what that means!

I was completely turned on. I knew what that meant. I definitely have a spanking coming my way. I wrote back to him:

I know and I like what will happen [to me]. I'm heading to work. :)

I got to work and chatted with a colleague. I also chatted to my guy (MG) on Skype:

MG: How is the weather in TO?
Me: Freezing rain, snow, sleet, hail this morning...
Me: Now, it's fine. That's why I'm at work. It's safe.
Me: But, I miss you.
MG: Same here.
Me: You miss you, too?
MG: YES, THAT IS EXACTLY IT.
Me: Awesome
Me: lol
MG: lol
Me: Am I in trouble?
MG: You bet.
MG: You're in deeper trouble than you think.
Me: I like that thought.
MG: You'll pay sooner or later.
Me: I wish I could pay for it now. I'll pay for it in the end, I suppose.
MG: Sure thing. You're not getting off the hook for any reason.
Me: I know. I'm ready for the consequences coming my way.
MG: You know how to face it, right?
Me: Head-on?
MG: Rear first?
Me: lol
Me: Flip a coin. ;)
MG: lol
Me: Of course, you had that two-sided head coin...
Me: Well, I will pay.
MG: Yes, no matter which side you get, you'll find a head waiting for you.
Me: Yes, I know.

We chatted on Skype. It was nice to hear his voice again. He told me that he has been thinking about me every night. The feeling was mutual. We were both horny as all can be today.

"How do you think I should punish you for not being online today?" he asked me.
"I need a good spanking," I replied.
"You will get one. That's a given," he said, beginning his lecture. "We need to address how you will be spanked. How long your punishment will be. What implements I will be using. How hard I will be administering your spanking."
"You can use my new leather paddle on me," I replied.
"I will bend you over, take down your jeans and panties, and will use that leather paddle on your bare ass," he replied. "You will be wearing your earbuds to sleep and will be online 24-7. When I want you to be online, you will be there waiting for me. I will spank you until your ass is cherry red. I will pound your cheeks with your leather paddle until you cry. You will have wished that you had never bought it."

It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm. There was definitely more to our online chat. After all, we were talking for nearly three hours today.

He is away for one more week before he returns home. He broke the news to me that he would be in the office for three days before he goes back on the road for another two weeks. I couldn't contain myself.

"I said that I wouldn't do this," I started saying to him.
"Do what?" he asked me.
"I'm tearing up," I said, as tears began to fill my eyes and drop quickly down my face.
"Oh, sweetie," my guy said affectionately.
"I miss you so badly," I said, crying and sniffling.
"Oh, don't cry," he said. "I wish I were there to wipe your tears away, hold you, and tell you that everything will be okay. It's just one more week, sweetie. I need to call you more often."
"It's silly [crying], it's it?" I asked him.
"No, it's sweet," he replied. "I bet that you cry like the angel that you are."

I felt better talking to him. It's nice to be wanted and loved.

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.