Driving and a handjob

Last Saturday, I wanted to drive my guy to the airport. We got in my car and I started to pull out of the parking lot at work.

We held hands. He guided his hand to his crotch.

"You're hard," I remarked.
"I am," he admitted.

After caressing his hard member, he couldn't stand it any longer. He released his erect penis for me to touch.

Here is a first. I was driving and playing with his stick shift. I don't recommend it if you can't drive with one hand. However, my doing manual car lessons in the past have helped here.

He was enjoying it. We did have a bit of an obstacle along the way.

"There's a bus. We can't have passengers see your hard cock. We'll need to put your penis away," I pointed out.
"Okay," he said, highly aroused.

I was stopped at the light. The bus was a couple of lanes to my right. We were at the stop line together. I looked down and over. My guy had clasped his hands together, with his member's head sticking out, but camouflaged nicely.

"It looks like you have an extra big thumb," I said, impressed.
"Yes," he said.

I turned left. I continued driving and jerking him off.

"You like when I jerk you off any time that you want me to, right?" I asked him.
"Yes, I do," he said.
"You'd like to f*ck me anywhere. You know that I like when you do," I said.

My guy came pretty fast. It was impressive. I pointed to my car's glove compartment. He got some napkins and we both cleaned up. All these events happened before we got to the departures level of the airport.

He was dopey. I could tell that he enjoyed this moment. I liked it, too. I did it all safely, without even looking at his cock while jerking him off. It was fun and different, but I can't see doing it all the time.

Reaching over to give a handjob

I reached over to find my guy's crotch. As expected, he was hard. I stroked his member in his jeans.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. I got to hold and play with his extremely erect penis.

I gave him a handjob. He envisioned me being there all the time for his pleasure.

He loved the thought so much that he came. Cum came out like a fountain. He was happy and dopey. I was already in dopey mode, so we were a matching couple.

I like when I make him ejaculate. Mission accomplished.

A loveseat is perfect for a blowjob

My guy asked me whether I could suck his hard member's head. I was perfectly fine with the request. It had been quite some time since I gave him a blowjob.

The great thing about the hotel room's loveseat is that it is the perfect height for my guy to sit down while I go down on my knees to suck him. He loved my tongue licking his head and shaft. He also liked how my lips looked wrapped around him.

He was in ecstasy. Moments later, he came all over my hand as I had pulled out seconds earlier. He was happy. So was I.

I went to get a facecloth to clean my guy up.

"Let's go cuddle on the bed. I love cuddling up next to you," he said sweetly.
"I love your idea," I said.

It's wonderful having him back. We both have missed cuddling.

A handjob and gear-shifting fun

My guy was horny after kissing and pleasuring me in the car. I looked down at his crotch. Yep, his penis was erect.

I went over to caress it. We had four minutes left before I had to take him to the airport. He freed his hard cock from his pants and briefs, and I gave my guy a handjob.

He loved seeing my hand wrapped around his erect member. I had light pink nail polish on, which drove him crazy. Moments later, he came.

Naturally, we cleaned up.

"I am always amazed at how smooth your head is," I remarked, touching his cock's head with my thumb.
"I like when you caress it that way," my guy said.

I then proceeded to pretend that his cock was a gear shifter. We both laughed.

"We are late by twenty minutes!" he remarked.
"It's all your fault," I said, smiling at him.
"It's always worth it when I am with you," he admitted.

It's nice when he is dopey and mushy.

It takes one photo of me to turn him on

Last Tuesday, my guy and I had lunch together. After I had indicated that I wanted to unwrap him as my birthday gift, I shared some photos with him of my trip to Shanghai.

I had visited Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. There were Yao Ming's footprints there, so I took a photo of my feet over his and showed my guy.

"You're wearing shorts," he said, admiring my bare legs.
"Yes, it was hot there," I replied.

I sometimes forget how turned on he gets by my bare legs. There have been times where, after we have been intimate, he has hugged my legs and has told me that he loves them.

After we had finished lunch, he stood up. I was still seated for a couple of seconds. My eyes were level with his crotch. I saw a bulge. Yep, he was bulgy boy.

We left the restaurant and got into his car. He pulled out of the parking lot.

At the intersection, he hesitated.

"It's a left turn to get back to the office," I said.

He turned right. This turn goes to our usual parking lot for treehouse time.

"We're going to Starbucks!" I exclaimed happily.
"No, that place steals your money," he said.

He parked in our usual parking spot. We got out and headed into the backseat.

It was nice to hug and kiss. He has the sweetest lips. We had both missed making out.

He managed to place his right hand down my pants and underpants. He fingered my butt and said that he missed my backside.

Moments later, I came. I enjoyed it so much that he did it again, kissing my neck and shoulder the second time. I felt so lethargic afterwards.

I caressed his hard cock that was still in his pants. We eventually let it out so that I could give him a handjob. I loved wrapping my hand around it.

He told me that he loves when I am a bad girl that makes him feel good. He ejaculated. There was so much cum that it coated the entire back of my hand. It was almost as if I had dipped my hand in paraffin wax.

"No cum on my seat. It's all on you," he remarked.
"It was perfect timing. You came at the same time as the downpour of rain," I remarked.

We cleaned up and cuddled for a bit before we had to go back to the office and attempt looking alert.

Sending a suggestive photo to make each other happy

My guy and I miss each other. The unfortunate part about our travels on Saturday is that we will miss each other by a few hours. My flight leaves at around 13:00. He arrives in the late afternoon.

"I can leave you some raspberry Turkish delight on your desk at work," he said, being his sweet self.
"That would be great. Thanks! Do you know where my desk is?" I asked him.
"No, just where your locker is," he replied.

I like that my guy listens carefully when I give him step-by-step directions to get somewhere. He's thoughtful, which is one of his many strengths.

He was also horny on Wednesday afternoon, as was I.

"My nail polish matches purple Woolly," I noted, with Woolly being his plush sheep that he gave me.
"I love when you have that nail polish on. It turns me on. I don't know why," he admitted.
"I can take a photo of my polish," I suggested.
"I would like that. It would also be nice if you could send me a suggestive phone of your gorgeous hands," he replied.

I don't normally send such photos to him, but decided to provide one of my supporting my left breast in my hand, with my hard nipple clearly appearing. He loved it.

We then went into phone sex. It's fun imagining what we'd like to do to each other.

We both came. It was good. We both needed it.

Pleasing my guy by sucking, kissing, jerking, and fingering him

While cuddling and resting my head against my guy's chest in the treehouse, I couldn't help but to rest my right hand on his crotch. I could feel his member grow harder in his jeans. I liked caressing it for a bit at this stage, which made my guy happy.

I then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his jeans. I reached in and helped myself to playing with his erect penis in his underwear. Eventually, my guy pulled them down and I got to hold his cock in my hand.

"Can you suck it?" my guy asked politely.
"Sure," I replied.

I reached for my strawberry-flavoured gel. My guy remarked that I came prepared. I placed some of the gel and distributed it on his member's head, and kept on spreading it downwards. I then began licking, kissing, and sucking him. The oral gel definitely adds an extra excitement layer to the experience.

My guy was growing in my mouth. He asked me to pull out and continuing jerking him off, which I did. I added a bonus step by fingering his anus with my middle finger, which drove him crazy. He loves when I do that. He eventually came all over my hand, which flowed down his shaft and onto his tummy.

I kissed him afterwards. It gives me great joy and satisfaction when he ejaculates.

We cleaned up. We then took a brief nap with my head on his shoulder, and his head resting on top of mine.

I love that our love for each other grows, which makes sex wonderful and special.

My guy wearing math underwear

Last Christmas, I bought my guy a pair of bamboo underwear. The pattern had math equations on it and was named smarty pants. They were fitting (pun intended), as we both like math and he is geeky. My guy told me that he loved them and wanted to change his all his underwear to be bamboo.

I have never seen him in said pair of underwear until last Saturday. I was playing with his hard cock for a while in his pants. He then undid his pants.

"I'm wearing your underwear that you got me last year," he said with a huge grin.
"Nice!" I exclaimed, touching the material before I continued playing with his member.

It's nice when he appreciates a gift that I have bought him. It was also great that I made him ejaculate all over my hand that night.

I could get him another pair. One pattern has hot dogs all over. I would love to see him in it, but I am not sure that he'd like seeing hot dogs, as he always tells me that they are bad for me to consume!

Realizing a blowjob fantasy

Fairly early in our relationship, my guy had a fantasy of having me greet him when he first walks in to the room. I would take down his pants and briefs, and give him a blowjob. His penis would then get harder as I sucked him.

The problem? My guy's cock gets hard pretty fast.

It wasn't a problem yesterday. We can consider his fantasy to be completed successfully.

I waited in what seems to be our usual treehouse location across from where he teaches his course on Saturday nights. He drove over, parked next to my car, and joined me in my car.

"Hi," he greeted me.
"Hey," I replied.

My guy quickly pulled down his trousers and briefs, which was in record time.

"Can you suck me while my cock gets hard in your mouth?" he asked me.

I didn't hesitate to go down on my knees in the backseat of my car and give him a blowjob. He was enjoying the moment. I was, too. It was different feeling his erect member get larger in my mouth.

We learned a couple of things during this exercise. My guy loves to pleasure me while I am sucking on him. The problem with doing these acts together is that I get aroused quickly and often reach orgasm before he ejaculates. So, it is best that I simply pleasure him first. He can then work on me afterwards.

My guy loves touching me as I give him a blowjob. It doesn't work well when he had cold hands and he touches my sides. I'm ticklish to begin with, so the coldness makes it worse!

Anyway, he eventually came and was elated. I fumbled for some paper towel. We both helped clean up.

My guy signalled me to cuddle up against him. We were a bit out of practice, since it was a couple of weeks since we last had quality time.

He smelled nice. I love his aftershave. It is the same scent that he had on when we first started dating, which was fitting for this occasion.

My guy loves it when I am dopey

A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I had treehouse time on a Friday afternoon. It was a warm, sunny day.

He made me reach orgasm first. I then made him ejaculate all over my hand. It was a nice feeling having my right hand coated with his cum.

I had a roll of paper towel in my car. We used it all to clean up. I ended up holding the cardboard tube in my hand.

"Wakey, wakey!" I said to him, using it as a megaphone.
"I am sort of awake," my guy admitted.
"Cleanup in aisle 1," I said, continuing to talk through the cardboard tube.
"Is that where I am?" my guy said, equally as lethargic as I was.
"Yes, major mess!" I stated with a smile.
"I love when you are dopey and use a cardboard tube as a megaphone," he smiled at me.
"It's fun!"

It sure is.

Horny, dopey, and happy

After my guy and I had lunch on Tuesday, we drove over to our regular parking spot. We had some quality time in my guy's backseat.

His car's backseat (a.k.a. the treehouse) has a middle section for drinks. It looks like a tray. So, it's not the best for him to put me over his knee for a spanking. We did make the most of it, though.

We kissed. A lot. It was nice. I have missed how sweet and wonderful his kisses are.

He made me orgasm rather quickly. The same happened when he ejaculated. We were both horny.

After we had cleaned up, we ended up chatting in a dopey state of mind.

"You can drive my car back to the office," my guy said.
"Really? You trust a dopey girl to drive your precious manual car while you are dopey?" I asked him.
"Sure. I love you."

It is easy to take advantage of him when he is dopey and vulnerable. However, I wasn't comfortable driving his car for the first time when we were both lethargic. Instead, we let it wear off a bit.

We both agreed later on that he'd let me drive his car under his supervision. I am definitely making progress! He observed that I am relentless. Hard work does pay off.

Second spanking of the week and more

It's a long weekend for most parts of Canada. I decided to spend a weekend in the same city in which my guy resides. It took me two hours to drive there.

I checked into a hotel close by. It feels like a mini vacation.

My guy is going camping with some family members today. So, we had Saturday together.

We spent some time at my hotel room. He walked in, and we kissed and hugged. His aftershave smelled good. He told me that I smelled good, too.

He caressed my breasts and played with my crotch over my skirt as he embraced me from behind.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked me.
"I think so, but you always think that I'm bad."
"Bend over," he said, guiding me over to the bed.

He paused, likely looking at the view that he had.

"Nice skirt," he said, lifting it up.
"It's from the Gap," I replied.
"Nice panties, too," he commented, admiring my black and pink patterned panties.

The smacks happened with his open hand. He told me that I was his bad girl, which turned me on. I loved the sound of each hard smack landing. Luckily, I had the TV on loud!

He teased me by playing with my pussy. When I wanted to orgasm, he spanked me some more. At one point, he hiked up my panties and spanked my bare butt.

Eventually, I came. So good! He hugged me from behind and simulated taking me from behind. We both liked that and laughed.

We hugged as we sat on the edge of the bed. We then stretched out on it. My guy worked on my nipples by licking and playing with them until they were erect. He then fingered me until I reached orgasm again. I told him that I loved him while I slipped into a lethargic state. He whispered in my ear the same thing.

We worked on him next. He took off my pants and underpants, and I gave my guy a handjob. I told him that I wanted him so badly because I felt slutty, which turned him on a ton. He liked when I placed my bare thigh between his legs. He ejaculated all over my hand. It was wonderful!

It was nice lying next to him. I enjoyed seeing his bare butt when he got up to pull up his underwear and pants.

We both had nice views. It has been a great start to the long weekend.

Snatching his car keys while he's dopey

The other day, after my guy had ejaculated hard in the treehouse, he sat there all dopey. He's sweet that way.

I playfully managed to reach over and take his car keys out of his right pocket of his jeans. I now know how I can drive his manual car. All I need to do is make him reach orgasm and then make my move.

"Hey, give me back my keys!" he said in a sleepy tone.
"I get to drive your car. Yay!" I teased.
"You are taking advantage of me when I can't do anything," he admitted.
"I like it," I said, smiling.

It really is fun teasing him. The next challenge was to get him to the airport and have him stand up on his own.

I did manage to drive him over there. He slowly started sobering up.

"Give me back my keys," he said to him once I was parked on the departures level.
"Okay," I said, holding out the keys, but then taking them away when he went to grab them.

I did give them back.

"See, I am a good girl," I stated proudly.
"You are never a good girl. I will spank you hard when I return," he promised.

We got his luggage out of my car's trunk. He embraced and kissed.

My guy is in Dubai for nearly two weeks. He's halfway done, so it's not as bad as it sounds.

Treehouse time before taking off (the plane, I mean)

After lunch, my guy wanted some quality time before we headed off to the airport. The downside is that my guy ends up being incredibly dopey when boarding his plane, which was the case a few months ago.

He didn't care. He was horny.

I drove us over to our usual place, which is a vacant parking lot. I parked my car and we got into the treehouse.

My guy held both hands around my right hand. He was loving and horny.

We kissed. It felt like ages since we passionately kissed. He caressed my breast and leg. I got to touch is face, which was smooth. I also got to caress his chest.

He unbuttoned my jean capri pants and pulled down my black panties with coloured polka dots. He fingered me until I came.

It felt wonderful reaching orgasm. We cuddled for a bit.

I then touched his lap. I ended up touching both his wallet and his erect cock in his pants.

I stroked his erect penis. He loved it so much, looking down at his jeans with my hand on it.

He couldn't take it anymore. He undid his belt, and pulled down his jeans and briefs. I got to give him a handjob.

"I like your hand around my cock. You have pretty hands," he remarked.
"It would be nice if my hand were to guide your hard member in my wet pussy," I replied.

It didn't take much. That comment alone made him cum all over my hand.

Yes, he was happy and lethargic. The next challenge was getting him to the airport and having him find his gate!

D is for dopey

Seattle has legalized smoking cannibis, both for recreational and medicinal needs. Two Sundays ago, it was my guy's birthday. He thought it would be fun if we both gave it a try.

I will have another post about my guy's day, which was really our travel day from Toronto to Seattle. In the meantime, this post will start off with the two of us visiting three different pot places to eventually find the one that we needed.

The first one hadn't opened yet. Google Maps indicated that it was near our hotel, but its grand opening would be in April sometime when we got to the store. We then found another store a few kilometres away. The man was nice to point us to four different locations, as his store only offered weed for medicinal reasons. So, we chose the first one on the list.

My guy and I are both novice weeders. This experience was my first. My guy had tried it before in this city. He would be the one to tell me how to smoke. Yes it, I am such a goody-goody!

He chose the vaporizer and weed vial that we'd be experimenting with. It wasn't expensive. The vaporizer charges through a USB cable, so the technology part of it was up my alley.

Our hotel room has a balcony. We puffed while overlooking the waterfront. I took a couple of puffs, coughing both times. My guy took three.

My guy managed to give me a hard spanking afterwards, which was fun as we both laughed during it. I had given him a few smacks while we were being intimate. I think that he likes getting spanked, especially when I grope him beforehand.

He made me reach orgasm a couple of times. I gave my guy a handjob and he ejaculated all over my hand. It felt warm and nice.

I think that weed affects my guy more than it does me. My guy was out like a light. I felt a nice buzz, as if I had consumed a couple of beers. However, my alcohol tolerance is high. I would think that I'd need to take at least one more puff to reach the same dopey level as my guy.

The next day, my guy had a bit of a hangover. I was fine. We had both slept soundly.

I remember towards the end of the night hugging my guy closely and being thankful that I got to spend his special day with him. I told him that I loved him and that he would always be my sweetie. He reciprocated and told me that the didn't want this week to end.

We can certainly say a lot for two dopey people!

From cuddling to quality time

On Sunday, my guy wanted to cuddle with me. So, we headed over to my car. He got into the backseat. I drove us to a quiet location of the parking lot and joined him.

We cuddled. I love when we do. I feel safe in his arms.

He lightly smacked by backside.

"I'm good!" I exclaimed.
"You are never good," he said, continuing to spank me lightly.
"I thought that we were going to cuddle," I said, enjoying being in his arms.

I could tell that he liked the time that we had. He stopped the lovetaps. Instead, we kissed. I have missed his full lips for a while. He felt the same way about mine.

He unzipped my jacket and played with my breasts. He then placed his hand under my shirt and brought out my breasts from my bra, playing with my hard nipples.

He wanted to finger my butt. He had his hand partway down my backside. I didn't feel like it. Instead, he went to the front door, so to speak. He unzipped my jeans and pleasured me until I came.

It was nice. I was dopey and lethargic.

We kissed a bit more. I strategically placed my hand on his crotch. Yep, his member was hard. I kept caressing it. Finally, we let his hard cock out for me to do a handjob. My guy played with my breasts some more as I continued to jerk him off. He came all over my hand. We were both happy.

Naturally, we cleaned up. We hugged a bit more and woke up. I then drove him over to his car. We kissed and hugged.

I wished him a safe drive to Montreal. He did the same for me, but I was driving home.

He made it safely to Montreal. He called me hours later. It was a good thing that he left two hours before the snow hit Scarborough. He missed all that nastiness. He only misses me.

Treehouse time and my bare butt on display

Last Thursday, my guy asked if we could have treehouse time after work. I was fine with that. He was happy about it, too.

I was in a 2.5-hour work meeting that ended at 17:30. It was good timing, as my guy's class ended ten minutes after that.

He sent me an instant message, asking if I was ready to go. I was. Oddly, he took the elevator up to my office floor as I was leaving. I suppose that the men's washroom on his floor was out of service.

I met him at our usual parking lot these days. The lot belongs to a church, which is different.

My guy got there about five minutes after I had arrived. We proceeded to get into the backseat of my car.

We hugged and kissed. It seemed like ages since our lips locked. It felt wonderful.

He unzipped my blue jacket. He caressed my breasts. I caressed the back of his head and chest as we continued to kiss.

He found the button on my purple jeggings and undid them. I had to intervene.

"My jeggings don't have a zipper," I warned him.
"That's okay. How about this?"

My guy pulled both my jeggings and underwear off. He's so bad, but in a good way. His hands were cold. I started to giggle, as they made me ticklish.

"You can't pleasure me with your cold hands!" I exclaimed, holding both of them in my hands to try and warm them up.
"I know they're cold, sweetie. Please warm them up."

I held them for a while. They still felt too cold. Instead, my guy went for a blue latex glove from my glove stash, slipped it on, and pleasured me until I came. It felt so good. I was lethargic afterwards.

He let me lean against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. I kissed his forehead. I also played with my crotch. His penis wasn't erect when I first touched it. However, after rubbing it for a couple of minutes, I could feel it getting longer and harder in his pants.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled his briefs down. I got to give my guy a handjob.

He ejaculated a lot. It was to the point where his semen dripped down past my wrist. It felt good. He obviously felt good, too.

We cleaned up and hugged for a bit. I had trouble pulling my jeggings up, so I had to stand up in the treehouse, which meant that anyone could be looking at my backside.

"If someone does get a glimpse of your cute bare butt, that person would be lucky to see it," my guy said.

He's sweet, as usual.

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.

Pleasing him, receiving a hard spanking, and having a dinner date

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy and I had some quality time after work. We left work at around 16:00 and headed to our usual spot.

We had to move to a different parking lot. There were more cars there than normal. My guy found me and we drove across the street to park at the Greek orthodox church. There is a first for everything!

My guy and I parked, and we got into the backseat of my car. We cuddled for a bit, which was nice. He kissed me on my head as I rested it against his chest.

After he had pleasured me nicely and I woke up from being so relaxed, it was my time to please him. I caressed his hard cock that was in his pants. He couldn't take it any longer, which involved my guy removing his pants and briefs, allowing me to touch his erect penis.

We both like intertwining our legs from time to time. This time, my thighs were on top of his, which his erect cock between my thighs. I gentle moved moved my thighs up an down his. My guy seemed to like my thighs playing with his cock.

I ended up giving him a handjob. Our legs shifted a bit, where I simply had my right thigh against his balls and penis. My guy loved all of it. He came all over my hand and thigh. The warmth was nice.

We cleaned up and rested for a while. We then had our usual fun chatting session, which ended up with my protesting that I am a good girl.

"Of course, I am a good girl! My bottom isn't sore," I reasoned.
"Your butt is going to be sore. Where is your wooden ruler?" he asked me in a dopey voice.
"It's in the glove compartment," I said.
"I am too dopey to reach it. Go get it," he summoned.
"You're too dopey to spank me," I insisted.
"No, I can spank you with the ruler. I just can't do it with my hand," he pointed out.
"I don't want to get it," I stated, playing a whiny girl.
"Get it now. Otherwise, your spanking with be longer than you think," he threatened.
"Okay," I said, bending over to get it.
"I want you in that position once you hand the ruler to me."

I handed the ruler to him and assumed the position. He slapped me hard with the ruler. My favourite exchange came something like the following:

"You are a bad girl," he stated, continuing to alternate slaps on each buttock.
"I'm good. You're wrong," I said rebelliously.
"I have told you many times to be good... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times, at least," with a slap for each counted number.
"You're so mean!"
"You will be a good girl and listen to me," he stated, continuing to smack my backside hard.
"No!"
"Yes, Sir," he prompted me, smacking each buttock with each word.
"No, Sir," I mocked.
"Yes, Sir!" he said, continuing to slap each buttock in succession.

This banter happened for a bit until I bursted out in laugher.

"Why are you laughing?" my guy asked me.
"When you say 'Yes, Sir,' it sounds like someone is saying your name in a horrible Chinese accent!"

We both agreed and laughed. We cuddled some more. I had a nice sore bottom this time.

My guy was hungry. All that fun activity worked up our appetites. We headed to our usual Chinese restaurant, but for dinner. Thank goodness we got a booth. I could rest my sore bottom on the cushioned booth seats.

I is for intimate insolence

On Sunday night, we drove back to the hotel after having a delicious dinner. When we got back to the room, my guy had to look up the address of our company in Montreal. He was okay having me take a shower first.

I had to wash my hair, so I took a bit longer. I came out all relaxed and fresh. It was then my guy's turn.

The sad thing about the room is that we have two double beds. I felt like my guy was so far away. He tried to convince me that I'd have more blankets, as he tends to hog them whenever we are sleeping in the same bed.

My guy and I do fit on the same bed. We cuddled for a bit. He then found my bottom and gave me several smacks with his bare hand.

"You are such a bad girl," he said, accenting the end of his sentence with a hard smack.
"How am I bad girl?" I asked him rhetorically.
"You are always bad. I want to play with you, but you're on your period," he reasoned, continuing his hard assault on my butt.
"I can't control that," I reasoned.
"But, it's still your body, so it's your fault," he explained.

The smacks came harder and lasted longer than I had expected. I must have received at least fifty smacks. I enjoyed every moment of it. He did manage to make me reach orgasm, as I was so turned on by being spanked and fondled.

As for him, I gave him a handjob. I tried something new by rubbing his erect penis with both my hands. I loved how it felt in my hands and how smooth its head was.

My guy came again. We cuddled for a bit. I was rubbing my bottom. My guy asked whether the spanking was too hard. My butt did hurt, but I told him that he spanked me well.