First day back at work

In a few hours, I head back to work. Vacation is over and I need to pay for all the outings that I did over the past two weeks! It's nice working from home and not commuting.

I will be in a supporting role training a new colleague. I tend to do the training on my team. However, I went on vacation and my manager had no choice but to give that task to my colleague that I have trained twice. He was an intern and returned as a full-time employee in May.

I have a feeling that I'll be going through my inbox for half the day. Here's hoping that it's not a crazy first day back and that my work laptop is operational!

Seeing and chatting with my neighbours on Father's Day weekend

I haven't talked to my neighbours in over a year. I had the nicest chat in front of our houses on Saturday.

I was taking my groceries and takeout from my car onto the steps of my house. The woman next door waved at me. It was nice seeing a human being and chatting with one.

We both didn't have masks on. We were definitely far apart that it was safe being outdoors. Her husband and daughter came out of their house to chat.

I was thrilled to chat and see them again. Her husband has long hair. It was wavy and looked nice.

The daughter got her first vaccine shot earlier in the day. We all have our first shots. I get my second shot on Monday. The husband and wife get their second ones in August.

It bought me great joy that they are doing well. They were going out for a Father's Day dinner. We are allowed to dine out on patios.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there!

Vaccine and patios

Businesses are slowly reopening. We are able to dine on patios. It's optimistic.

I was supposed to meet a friend on Saturday to have a bite to eat on a patio. She ended up getting her second vaccine shot on Friday and ended up feeling sick. So, I offered to cancel our reservation.

My friend got sick after her first shot. It doesn't surprise me that she got sick after her second one.

The woman at the restaurant was great. She was pleased that I took the time to do the cancellation.

I just learned that our province has made a timing change for the second vaccine. My second appointment was twelve months after my first one. It's now reduced to eight, which means that I can get my second shot at the end of this month.

It's cool. I'll need to wait to see how to reschedule my second shot.

First vaccine shot today

I am getting my first vaccine shot in a few hours. I have to travel to the opposite side of the region in which I reside. I don't mind the drive, but it'll take me an hour getting over there. 

I decided to take the afternoon off as half a vacation day. My second shot happens in August.

I am happy that I got an appointment.

CPR and a cosmo

I completed two parts of a first aid and Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR) course this month. I did my test today and I am certified. Yay!

I haven't done a CPR course since I was in grade 8, which seems like eons ago. I'm glad that I went through this program, despite things being rather crazy at work.

My staycation continues. To celebrate this fine milestone, I had dinner at the restaurant attached to the hotel. It makes a decent raspberry blood orange cosmo. Yum!

2011 - year of the Cutiebootie

A while back, my guy and I had this conversation.

"We started dating back in 2011," my guy remarked.
"I'm impressed that you remember," I said to him, thoroughly impressed.
"How can I forget? I will always remember it being the year of the Cutiebootie," he said, smiling.

It doesn't seem that long, but it was a magical day in September. He met me at work, fresh from a trip from Portugal. It was the first time that we hugged, kissed, and he spanked me across a desk at work.

I got in a reflective mood. It is a good thing that I blog. It was nice reminiscing by reading a number of posts from early on in our relationship.

I love that the spark is still there and that we have grown as a loving, fun couple.

Breaking the news early in a relationship that you like to be spanked

When my guy and I first started talking on Skype after he made his move and told me that he found me attractive, he asked me what I was into from a sexual turn-on angle. I was hesitant, at first, to tell him that I liked to be spanked and to give out spankings. I didn't know what he would think of me. I wasn't sure if my love for spanking would change his perception of me. I wasn't even sure that he would ever want to try his hand (pun intended) in spanking me.

Well, he turned out to be open about it. He is my disciplinarian and playful spanker. He has grown to love spanking me and I am eternally grateful!

This video reminded me of our first spanking conversation, except that he was in Portugal at the time and he couldn't exactly pull me over his knee and spank me. Sadly, I don't have a full, plump bottom like this fine spankee has. Still, my butt turns that lovely shade of pink after my guy is done thoroughly smacking my backside.

 

Ah, such wonderful memories!

Crazy week and a plan to spank my guy

This week has been quite an odd one for my guy. However, many positive outcomes have occurred from the bizarre experiences.

I will attempt to be brief. My guy had his eyeglasses broken by a former colleague (FC). FC was recently fired. I have been told by several colleagues that FC was mentally unstable and wasn't taking his medication. Whether he was fired because he was off his medication and couldn't cope is unclear.

Anyway, a colleague, who is here from a different part of the world, had no idea that FC had been fired. He told her that he wanted to talk to someone in the office and asked that she use her badge to get into the building. Being who she is, she let him in. Although we have a policy to not let people who do not show proper identification in, she didn't want to deal with him and let him in. She has always felt that FC was too creepy for her liking.

FC was looking for my boss, but he wasn't there. The first person FC recognized was my guy, who shook his hand and asked how he was. FC took my guy's glasses off his face and snapped them in half.

In a nutshell, both someone in upper management and the human resources person asked that my guy press charges against FC. Both my guy and I were on the same page. Having charges laid against FC will not help him get better. He needs help and support for his mental condition. FC is not going to do well in life with a criminal record.

My guy and I have the same personality. He had thought about driving himself home with his broken pair of glasses. I was concerned and had offered to drive him home. The company, thankfully, decided to pay for him cab ride home. He lives fairly far away from work.

We are both cool and calm people. My guy was handling everything well. I asked if he was okay, delicately brushing my finger against his nose that did not have his glasses sitting on it. We have actually grown closer as a couple.

My guy is extremely affectionate. For the first time, he came to my cubicle, sat on one part of my desk, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips. He has never done that before. I was not expecting him to plant a kiss like that at work, but I loved it. I held his hand between both my hands. I was glad that he was okay.

To top off this day, his cell phone had died. He could receive calls, but could not make any. He was having such a rough day, but was taking everything well.

This post was to talk about how to introduce him to receiving a spanking. It's difficult to playfully justify a reason for spanking him. He is a decent person and I am fortunate to be with him. Like me, a reason isn't necessary to justify receiving a spanking. I just want to be spanked for being naughty behind closed doors. I like it. He is curious about whether he would like being spanked. When role-playing, it does help to make up a reason for getting spanked.

His birthday is coming up. It would be perfect to playfully spank him on his special day. If not, I like the thought of receiving his birthday smacks on my bare backside. I do think that we need to discuss how hard he would like me to spank him. As they say, communication is important. My spanking him for the first time is no different.

Just out of curiosity, I decided to do a quick search on the topic of spanking someone for the first time. It is interesting how many articles are out there on how a man should spank a woman for the first time. There isn't as much material written for a woman who wants to spank a man.

Perhaps I need to write such a guide once I figure out all the details.

Warming up a bottom on a cold day

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Dreams coming to life

Yesterday, I got to talk to my guy over the phone. We hadn't spoken since last Friday. He has been busy with work and medical appointments. I am still recovering from back surgery.

We caught up on our lives over the phone. He had to do a last-minute software demo for a customer on Wednesday morning. I could tell that he had missed me. He didn't have to say it. His starting our conversation off by talking about his spending all weekend working on this project said it all.

He had me do the talking when it came down to getting us both off. He is better at dirty talk. He probably is far more experienced with it. As for me, I have that goody-goody type of personality, which probably explains why I enjoy being spanked. He is patient with me, so I am fortunate to get some practice these days.

I had a dream about him the other night, so I shared it with him. I was waiting for him at a Starbucks. He was supposed to meet me there at 15:00. Half an hour went by. He wasn't there. I decided to order a grande peppermint mocha. I sipped it and waited.

It was now past 16:00. I finally saw him come into the cafe. He apologized profusely for being late. Work had kept him behind. I said it was okay, gave him my Starbucks card, and let him order whatever he wanted. He came back to our little table and we chatted.

"You know, you can't always make me wait like this," I said to him quietly.

"I know. I'm sorry for being late," he said, repeating his apology.

"You'll need to be dealt with," I stated.

After we had finished our drinks, we headed back home. I asked him to take off his pants. He was reluctant at first, so I helped him remove his belt and pants. I then sat on a sturdy wooden chair that did not have any armrests. I asked him to go over my knee.

With his grey underwear on, I spanked each cheek carefully and methodically. This spanking would be his first, so I didn't spank him hard. Each slap was enough to introduce him to the world of spanking, but not enough to make him cry. He seemed to like it. I could feel his cock getting hard against my thighs. I was getting aroused.

"Will you keep me waiting for you at Starbucks like that again?" I asked him between smacks.

"No, I promise not to do that to you again," he said.

I could have believed him then, but I didn't. I took down his underpants, and exposed his lightly pink backside. I gave him a few more smacks, which were harder than before. I could tell that he was enjoying getting his first spanking. His cock was pressing against my legs. I could feel the pressure from his erect cock.

I stopped spanking him. He got up and sat on the bed. His manhood was completely erect. I had to do something about that. I stroked it. I touched the tip of his cock. I kissed it. I made him come.

This story made us both climax at roughly the same time. It was a first for both of us.

Yes, we had missed each other immensely.

Recollections of my first spanking

I started dating G a few months after my twentieth birthday. He found out that I liked being spanked when he swatted me over my jeans a few times. Likewise, he opened up and said that he was a spanko, too.

I had never been spanked in my life, until this one day. He asked if I wanted to be spanked. I said yes, but didn't want a bare-bottomed one. As a result, he spanked me over my jeans, over his knee. I could feel the dull ache after it. It felt good. I was turned on. He was incredibly patient with me.

A day later, he asked if I wanted another spanking. I did. It was again over his knee. First, it was over my pants. He then asked if I wanted him to lower my panties down. I was willing to try it out, so I said yes.

Yes, I got my first bare-bottomed spanking. It was perhaps six smacks on each cheek with his hand. I loved it! It's now to the point where I take a lot more smacks for a longer period. It was a loving spanking that has endured over the course of our friendship, love, and marriage.

For the first few months, we experimented with a number of objects. To this day, I prefer getting spanked with G's bare hand. It's such a personal touch and my bottom is left a sore, lasting impression... ha! He also used the wooden hairbrush, which I like, but can only handle for so long before I squirm in pain.

G likes the cane. I gave him six of the best one day, as they say. It was his first caning received, and my first giving. We both don't like getting caned to the point where blood is drawn. I don't mind the cane, either.

G asked me to use his belt to strap him early in our relationship. I didn't like doing that to him. He didn't seem to mind getting his bottom strapped. I've also used a wooden clothes hanger on his cute bottom. I'd sooner use my hand on his backside, too.

I also like paddling him, particularly with him bent over a desk. He's okay with getting paddled, but has a lower pain threshold than I do. Yes, G said that to me after a few of these fun sessions. I wasn't even aware of that. Anyway, I do like getting paddled. A wooden paddle I had bought off eBay several years ago hangs on a hook in our bedroom. It comes in handy, I must confess.

We used to have our differences on getting pinches. He didn't like them, but I do. However, I changed his mind a few years after we were married. We were swimming together in the pool at a health club. We kissed. Sadly, I couldn't spank him underwater. Instead, I gave him a few loving pinches. I had completely changed his mind about receiving pinches. I'm so glad. He has a wonderful bottom for them.

Our spanking adventures continue to this day. It doesn't hurt unless you try. I know, I should lay off on the puns now.