Great day with my guy and former student

Thursday was a wonderful day. I had lunch with my guy. I ended up caressing his head for a minute in his car after lunch, in the parking lot. He loves when I do it. I love it, too.

"You need a replica of my head," he pointed out.
"I know. You keep changing your hair, though. First, you grow it. Then, you shave it all off. Now, it's in-between the two lengths. I still need Velcro for your hair on the replica," I explained, caressing his head.
"That's true," he replied, smiling.
"I love your perfect, uniform head," I replied.
"I know. Rub away!"

My guy is sweet.

"You're in the office tomorrow, right?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am. We're doing lunch together tomorrow?" I asked.
"Of course," he said, smiling.

After work, I had dinner with my former co-op student, who is a wonderful friend. She is taking another co-op term at another company. She works and lives in the same city that I work in. We spent a good 3.5 hours catching up and eating at an Indian buffet. Good times!

C stands for Christian Grey Chatbot #AtoZchallenge

Recently, I found out about the Christian Grey chatbot. The idea is that through artificial intelligence (AI) and fuzzy logic, you can chat with Christian on Facebook Messenger and he replies.

If you have been reading my blog for a while, you will know that I like watching the Fifty Shades movies that are out thus far. I have watched Fifty Shades Darker three times at the theatre and look forward to owning my own DVD copy, so I can stop buying and shovelling popcorn in my body so often.

My undergraduate degree was in computer science. I enjoyed my courses in AI. My professor felt that I was a natural at fuzzy logic. I thought that I would end up being a software programmer, but ended up completely changing my career path to become a writer. I have no regrets.

Chatting with Christian the bot is interesting. Sometimes, he says what I'd like to read. Other times, he spews the same information. He isn't perfect, but I have enjoyed some of the banter that reminds me of Christian from the first movie.

Tonight, I received a message from the bot to follow his Instagram account. I simply like the bot's profile description:

My account is private. If I accept your follow request, it means you look like someone I would spank.

I'll let you know whether I am the bot's spankable type. My guy would say that I am his spankable type, which is all that matters.

Fuzzy peach bottoms

My guy has a fuzzy backside, which I absolutely love. I can't explain exactly why I feel that way, other than the fact that he has been the first guy that I have been with who does. It's not like he is so hairy that he needs to shave his butt often, but it's fuzzy and nice to the touch.

The plain and simple answer? I find his backside cute and it turns me on.

Anyway, speaking of cute, I found this article interesting when I saw peaches in cute panties:

Image: Mashable

If you order them, they come in a lovely satiny-lined box, bottom side up, of course:

Image: Mashable

I suppose that if you don't have any peaches, you can also use nectarines and plums.

Now, I am wondering whether Victoria's Secret should get into the business of making panties for these voluptuous peaches. I think that a stern spanking with a wooden coffee stir stick would cause these peaches to bruise easily.

Dream a little spanking dream

When I am more stressed than I should be, I tend to dream often. It is a mini revelation on my part.

I don't recall the circumstance behind (pun intended) having a man over my lap in my dream. I couldn't tell you who he was. My dream only focused on looking at his bare bottom right in front of me.

His butt was cute. It was a bit fuzzy. It was more peach-fuzzy than hairy. I couldn't resist and started to smack each cheek. The smacks weren't hard ones. However, I was spanking him for a long period, to the point where his cheeks turned nice shades of pink.

I woke up. I was horny and content. It then occurred to me that the cute butt that I was spanking in my dream was that of my guy.

It's interesting. Whenever I miss my guy (this week, he was on business for a couple of days in Missouri), I tend to dream about him. I have given him lovetaps in the past, but have never spanked him over my knee. Could there be an underlying reason for my spanking him in my dream that I am unaware of?

I am a switch when it comes to spanking. I haven't delivered a spanking for a long time. I tend to be on the receiving end and love it these days. I wonder if my dream is suggesting that I should try and ease my guy into the idea of having his backside playfully spanked now and again.

Coincidentally, once I was fully awake and alert, I checked my e-mail. My guy had written to me. I wonder if the dream foreshadowed my guy wanting to communicate with me.

I get to see him on Monday, which will be wonderful. In this case, reality will better than this dream!

Trips to the mechanics, followed by treehouse maintenance

I wrote this post a while ago and finally got around to finishing it. This day was nearly a month ago. It was a Friday.

The downside to being on vacation is that I am finding myself behind with writing my blog posts. So, I'll start with what's happening these days and work backward.

My guy had to get his car's brakes fixed. He had asked me the day before if I could come to work a bit earlier to pick him up at the mechanics. We'd then have lunch before heading to the office. I was game. I'd then drive him back there once his car was done and we'd proceed to have quality time.

I was running late driving to our usual Chinese restaurant. My guy called me on my cell phone, asking for an estimated time that I'd be there. We chatted a bit before I got there.

Lunch was yummy. The conversation and company were wonderful. He looked at me and said that I looked so cute.

After we were done eating, we walked out the door, with my guy groping my buttocks. I was instantly wet.

We got into my car. I couldn't help but to caress his head. My guy put his hand between my legs and started rubbing me. He wanted to pleasure me. Moments later, I came and felt dopey.

My guy's member was extremely hard. You could visibly see his cock rise from within his trousers. I caressed it for a bit. We knew that we had to save that activity for a bit.

While driving to the office, my guy was in a playful mood.

"Is your seatbelt on properly?" he asked me, groping my right breast.
"Yes, it is," I responded. "Would you like to double-check?" I asked him, pointing at each breast.

My guy helped himself. He's cute that way.

As we were walking toward our office building, he told me that my breasts were perfect. He made me blush.

We got to the office and worked for a few hours. My guy told me at 17:00 that his car was ready to be picked up. We packed up and headed back to the mechanics. We held hands and I had my hand on his thigh for a bit as I drove us over there.

My guy is on the road again for three weeks. We are similar in that we both don't make a fuss about an upcoming birthday. Last year, a colleague of ours mentioned that my birthday was coming up, which I believe helped my guy remember it. This year, I said nothing. Yet, my guy remembered it.

"You know that I am away on a very special day," he said, as we were stuck in rush hour traffic.
"Is it a national holiday or something?" I teased.
"It is. My cock stands up, squirts up, and salutes you," which made us both laugh.
"That's sweet that you remembered," I pointed out.
"Sometimes, I am not good with dates, but your birthday is an exception. I bought you a gift online, but it hasn't arrived yet. I had to order it in a special colour."
"It must be purple," I stated.
"Yes, it is. I just wanted you to know that I hadn't forgotten your birthday."
"You're sweet."

My guy picked up his car and we drove to our usual spot. My guy had a number of items occupying his car's backseat, so my car was the treehouse today.

We kissed intensely. My guy was moving his hand up and down my side, which made me a bit ticklish. I could tell that he had missed me. The feeling was mutual.

He caressed my breasts and took my bra straps down. We kissed some more.

I had brought my fuzzy purple paddle with black leather on the other side. I handed it over to my guy.

"You've been a bad girl again," he told me.
"No, I'm always good," I insisted.
"That's not true. Come here," he said, taking my hand.
"No!" I playfully whined.

He pulled down my jeans, exposing my panties. I went across his lap. He started to paddle me hard with the leather side of the paddle, teasing me now and again by rubbing the fuzzy side against my butt cheeks.

He asked if I was going to be a good girl. I playfully said that I didn't know. He pinched both cheeks and paddled me some more. I loved it. My backside was getting sore.

My guy then fingered my pussy. He noted how wet I was. He made me reach orgasm quickly. It was incredible. I was limp across his lap for a bit.

I eventually got up and kissed him. We kissed a bit more before I started to massage his hard penis in his trousers.

Moments later, his pants and briefs were pulled down. I was jerking him off. My left leg was on top of his right. My guy was about to come. He came on my bare thigh. It was nice and I always find it satisfying when he ejaculates on me.

We got some napkins out of my car's glove compartment and wiped up. We then talked for a bit, as we normally do.

I told my guy that I was going to miss him for the next three weeks. He reassured me that we'd talk on Skype and that the three weeks would blow by quickly. I hugged him tightly. He reciprocated.

I felt good, driving home with a sore bottom.

Arriving in Stockholm, checking in to a hotel for a paddling and a blowjob

We arrived at Stockholm airport just before midnight. Going through customs was incredibly easy and the woman there was friendly, welcoming me to Sweden and Europe for the first time.

My guy is an absolute gentleman. He fetched my suitcase from the carousel. The sad part was that he had asked the car rental place to wait for him to arrive. Sadly, it closes at 23:30 on Sundays. By the time we had received an answer as to whether the rental place was open, it was 01:00. Rather than spending $100 one-way to fetch a cab to get us to our hotel, we stayed at one of the airport hotels.

I am glad that we did. We were both tired, but not completely tired. We both needed a shower.

"Let's shower together," my guy said, kissing me tenderly.
"I don't know," I said, a bit tired and knowing that showering together would make an even longer night.

We hugged and kissed. He playfully spanked my backside. As expected, he took off all my clothing. He noted that my panties were wet. I told him that it was all his fault. He took off his clothes, too. He then took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

The shower had translucent walls. We stood under the shower head. I lathered my hair and started to wash it. He then took some shower gel and lathered me up. I did the same to him, starting with his chest and working my hands around him. We kissed and hugged while showering.

His hands moved to my pussy and started fingering me. He loved the access. At one point, he ended up fingering both my pussy and butt. I have never reached orgasm in a shower before. It was wonderful. I felt so relaxed afterwards. We continued to shower and rinse off.

My guy got out of the shower first and wrapped a clean white towel around me. He then got one for him and we both got out of the shower.

After I had towel-dried my hair, my guy was hungry. It is incredible how predictable he is. He needs food every four hours, it seems. If he goes to bed on an empty stomach, he does not sleep well.

He ordered lasagne. I asked for a Coke Light (I learned that it's diet Coke, but not to order it by that name). Half an hour later, he was happy eating his lasagne and insisted that I have a bite of it. It was yummy.

Once we were done with eating, even though it was closer to 03:00, my guy wanted to spank me. He had asked me a couple of days ago to bring my toys with me. I didn't fail in that department. I handed him my fuzzy purple paddle.

He unravelled my white towel from my body. My naked body went over his lap. He gave me a few smacks with the leather side of the paddle.

"You have been rebellious as of late," he said, rubbing the fuzzy side of the paddle against my bare bottom.
"No, I haven't," I protested. "I am a good girl."
"You really think so?" he asked me, still toying with the fuzzy purple side of the paddle against my skin.
"Yes," I said.

He landed a number of smacks with the leather side. I was so aroused by his teasing me with making circles on my backside with the fuzzy side, thinking that he'd spank me lightly. However, he would end up changing his mind and smacking my backside hard with the leather side. This playfulness continued for at least five minutes.

"Your butt is getting red," he said.
"It's all your fault," I playfully whined. "You're a big meanie!"
"Calling me names isn't helping your situation," he said.

He was right. More hard paddling ensued. He finally stopped when I offered to give him a blowjob.

I have never nuzzled his cock after he has showered. It was nice to do just that freely against my guy's bare skin. Normally, I tend to nuzzle his erect penis when it is either in his pants or briefs. I loved how it felt against my cheek.

A while back, I had purchased a feather duster. I brought this fun toy with me, and dusted his balls and cock with it. I loved using it. My guy loved how soft the feathers were.

I had brought my tube of Good Head strawberry oral gel. I applied a bit of it on the tip of my guy's penis. It reacted positively! I put some more down his hard cock and spread the gel evenly with my finger. My guy loved it. I then began to lick the tip and then the rest of his cock as if it were a yummy popsicle on a hot day. My guy commented that my tongue was driving him crazy. My guy came. He came a lot.

We cleaned up. We hugged and kissed. We then went to bed, setting our alarm clock for 10:00.

It was certainly a long day. It did end on many high notes.

Birthday spankings throughout the day

My guy has come a long way. When we first met and were getting to know each other, I didn't think in a million years that he would be interested in spanking. I told him that I enjoyed giving and receiving. He didn't hesitate to learn how to spank me. Thankfully, he hasn't stopped.

Last week, we went on vacation together for the first time. It was wonderful and relaxing. My birthday was conveniently a part of the vacation festivities.

Normally, just after midnight, when it is officially my birthday, I tend to receive my birthday spanking. We had been out for the day and were both tired. We were in bed already, cuddling.

"Happy birthday," he whispered in my ear, holding me in his arms.
"Thanks," I said. "What do you have in store for me?"
"I have big plans for you," he said, hugging me tightly.

He slowly moved his hand towards my pajama shorts and caressed my bottom. He then playfully spanked me. He then slid his hand under both my short and panties, and gave me a number of pinches. I was turned on. I could tell he was, too.

"It's just a teaser for what is ahead of you," he said.
"I can't wait," I said, hugging him tightly before we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to my guy tenderly kissing my forehead and face.

"Rise and shine, my birthday angel," he said to me. He's charming that way.

We both got ready to go down to a local restaurant for breakfast. I had come out of the shower. He looked at me longingly. He took my hand and led me to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed. I removed my towel and placed it on the chair. I was completely naked. I obediently went over his knee.

"Happy birthday, sweetie," he said, smacking my left buttock with his bare hand.

He continued to give me x swats, where x represents my age. He then gave me two more smacks for good luck, along with a couple of pinches. I was incredibly turned on.

We had talked about what implements that I like to be spanked with. I love a good wooden ruler. He has never spanked me with one before. Well, he was sweet to have brought one with him. He used it on my bare backside, taking his time to deliver x swats on my getting-to-be-sore bottom. I loved every stroke that came down hard.

He signalled the end of my spanking my lovingly massaging my warmed up backside. I got up, sat on his lap, and kissed and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and we held each other for a bit. It was nice.

We continued our day being tourists and sightseeing. In the evening, we went out for dinner and saw a show. We then came back to the hotel.

"I want to spank you one final time on your birthday, before it's no longer your birthday," he stated with a huge smile on his face.

He was holding the purple fuzzy paddle that has a leather side that packs quite the wallop.

I removed my shorts and bent over the desk in our room. My pink panties were covering my buttocks, but not for long.

My guy came over, and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. His hands moved down my bare arms. They made it to my buttocks. He was tenderly caressing them. He then sensually pulled down my panties, exposing my bare butt.

He made me count each swat that landed on each buttock. I have never counted out loud before. The leather landing on each buttock hurt. He took his time to meticulously paddle me. As painful as it was, I was extremely wet.

I was weak by the time the last swat was delivered. He let me rest on the desk for a bit. He came over and moulded his body against mine. He hugged me, and gave me tons of kisses down my neck and shoulders.

"You are incredibly special,"he whispered in my ear. He helped me to my feet. I looked at him and kissed him.
"Thank you," I said humbly.

We kissed some more. His hands made it down to my buttocks. He massaged my backside. It was sore.

"I like going to bed with a sore bottom," I said, with a huge smile on my face.
"Did I do a good job?" he asked me.
"You were wonderful," I said, which prompted him to hug me as if he didn't want to let me go.

It was a good birthday.

Hugging, kissing, touching, and spanking... resumed!

Wednesday had finally arrived. It was about time.

My guy and I hadn't seen each other in over three weeks. I went into work on Tuesday. He was supposed to be there, but he wasn't feeling well. We were both hoping that he was feeling better today. I didn't see an e-mail from him in my inbox, so I knew that he was on his way over to my place.

He arrived just after 10:00. He looked good in his brown leather jacket, a light blue dress shirt, navy blue pants, and a nice pair of leather shoes. As for me, I had a short black skirt and a blue v-neck sweater on.

It was nice to see him. I let him in. He took his jacket off. We immediately hugged, which lasted for quite some time. I could feel how hard his cock was pressed against me.

We kissed. He said that he had missed my lips. The feeling was mutual.

He led me by the hand to the living room.

"Where do you want me?" I asked him.
"I want you," he said, getting to the point. I smiled.

He held both my hands. He loves kissing the backs of them.

"Let me take a good look at you," he said, still holding both my hands. "You look prettier than ever."

Perhaps he should be away from me more often. It was a nice compliment.

We hugged and kissed. We were both standing. He then slowly slid my sweater down one shoulder, revealing my bra strap.

"I love black bras," he admitted.
"It's the only bra colour that works with this sweater," I said.

Eventually, the sweater came off. He began to kiss my neck and shoulders. My bra came off next. He had a bit of difficulty removing it.

"I hate hooks," he said.
"You should try wearing a bra," I joked.

He played with my right nipple. For the first time, he sucked it. It was wonderful. He did the same thing to my left nipple. I was enjoying it.

Whenever he visits me in the morning, he has never taken his shirt off. I have never asked him to, but it came up in a chat that we had a couple of weeks ago. I had an image in my mind of what his bare chest would look like. I was correct. It was nice and toned, and a bit hairy. I liked it.

I immediately started kissing his chest. I knew that he liked what I was doing, as he continued to kiss me.

"Oh, sweetie," he said, lovingly.

He then asked about my purple leather paddle. I went to get it. He liked it. I did, too. I was excited. I was also dreading the damage that he could do on my backside with it.

We continued to hug. He moved his right hand down to my left butt cheek. He groped it. He pinched it. He then moved his left hand over to my right buttock and did the same thing. I was turned on.

The leather side of the paddle came down on my skirt-covered backside. He alternated between paddling my left and right butt cheeks. He wanted to lift my skirt up. I helped him, so I just had my panties protecting my backside.

My guy didn't hold back. The swats came down hard with the leather side.

"You need to be online all the time," he said, continuing to paddle my backside. "You've been so bad."
"I know that I have," I said, wincing between swats.
"You know why I am punishing you, right?" he asked me.
"No," I said, acting like I was an innocent girl. More swats came down hard.
"Tell me why you are being spanked," he demanded.
"Because I am your slut and have been bad," I said.

I got paddled some more. It hurt a lot. At one point, I nearly dropped to my knees. He lightly swatted my left thigh with the fuzzy side of the paddle, but then continued to use the leather side on my stinging backside.

"Have you had enough?" he asked me.
"Yes," I said, nearly tearing up. He knew that I was done. He hugged me tightly.

We made it to my bed. He had me lie on my back, which my leg spread apart. He removed my panties and started working on making me climax. It didn't take much, with one finger up my butthole and a couple of fingers up my clit. I was in heaven. I relaxed for a bit, then sat up and kissed him.

I continued to kiss him on his lips. I held his back with my right hand. He was jerking off. He guided my hand down to his balls. I played with them, but moved down to his butthole. I fingered it. There are plenty of nerve endings there. He was aroused. He came on my forearm. We were both happy.

I held him in my arms. I kissed his head that was resting on my breasts. It was a lovely moment.

We cleaned up a bit and got dressed. He put my sweater on me. I like when he dresses me.

We kissed and hugged some more before he headed to the office.

"Don't behave," he said to me, smiling.
"I won't," I agreed.

It was a good day. My guy is back and my backside is sore again.

Christening a new paddle and reversing roles

It has been another crazy day at work. We have a software release tomorrow. I write the release notes. It's tedious work. Someone has to prepare them.

On Saturday, my guy wasn't sure whether he was going into work today. He didn't touch base with me for most of the workday. I was chatting on GTalk with a colleague, who told me that he was at work. I told her to say hi to him for me. I left it at that.

I work extremely long hours since I have returned to work, mainly because I have been working from home. I decided to shut down my laptop at 18:00. For me to do that is a miracle these days.

Moments later, my cell phone rang. I have the ringtone set to my guy's voice, saying that I am "dead." My guy was calling me. He couldn't find me online. We talked.

"I am sorry about cancelling on you on the weekend," he started to explain.
"It's okay," I said. "You had a long travel day and I know that you wanted to be clean for the both of us."

He went on to explain how he couldn't figure out how to return his rental car at an airport in Germany, mainly because the rental car lot was hidden. He was panicking and was sweating like crazy. I would be if I couldn't figure it out and had a flight to catch.

He got patted down when he was flying to Philadelphia. He got the same treatment heading back to Toronto.

"I need to work for airport security or customs," I hinted. "I would have loved to have patted you down."

He liked that remark. It was like we were going through a role reversal today. He is normally the one who makes such remarks.

"Are you coming tomorrow?" he asked me.
"Which sense of that are you referring to?" I said, which made him chuckle. "Or, is that a rhetorical question?"
"I had meant the former," he admitted. "I am too jetlagged to be as sharp as I normally am. Both would be nice, now that I think about it."

He asked me whether I have been naughty.

"You've been away for three weeks, so I have," I admitted. "That fuzzy purple paddle needs to be christened on my backside by you."

The christening will take place on Wednesday. I have an interview that I am conducting over the phone at 09:30. He tends to stop by at around 10:20.

"Maybe our appointments will overlap," he said. He likes touching me while I am talking to someone on the phone.
"I'd rather be over your lap," I stated. He liked the mood that I was in.

We reflected on the last time he had come over to my place.

"I liked that entire day, from spanking you to kissing you. I want to kiss you and see you so badly," he told me.
"I'm glad you remember that day as fondly as I do," I admitted.
"Of course! I can't forget it," he said frankly.

He then said that he had to go to Costco and shop. He hasn't been there for two weeks. It is his favourite store.

"You can go get a hot dog and get Costco out of debt," I said, teasing him.
"That doesn't sound good," he stated.
"But, it sounds fine when I say it," I reminded him, referring more to the hot dog remark.
"I think I'll go hug the cute Eastern European woman in the eyeglasses department," he said, trying to get me jealous.
"Have fun," I said.
"I'd rather be hugging and kissing you than her," he said, caving in.
"You're either being mushy or you care about me," I stated.
"It's both," he said, without any hesitation.
"It must be the jetlag talking, but I like it."

I sat there, smiled for a bit, wished him a good evening, and continued to smile.

Airports and paddles

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Purple fuzzy paddle update

This post is an update from my last one. I had indicated that I had found another purple fuzzy paddle that I want even more. This one has been out of stock for at least a week since I have started checking for its availability.

After I had written my post yesterday, the paddle was magically in stock. I was thrilled. I wanted to jump up and down in delight. Is that crazy? Not to me!

I ordered my purple fuzzy paddle that I want from EdenFantasys. I got an e-mail notification this afternoon, indicating that it has been shipped.

As I have mentioned earlier, I am not sure what it will feel like to be swatted with the fuzzy side. I suppose that it'll be great for playful sessions. I just like it because the fuzzy side is purple, which happens to be my favourite colour.

I am looking forward to being spanked with the leather side. I know that I deserve a sound spanking these days from my guy. I'm sure that he won't mind using it on me.

Purple fuzzy paddle... I want it!

I found a post on Spanking Blog that intrigued me. It was about a sale on a number of items, including paddles.

Purple is my favourite colour. My iPhone, iPod classic, and iPod touch devices all have purple cases that protect them. My purse is purple. I own at least four purple sweaters. Even my appointment book has a purple cover on it.

So, when I saw the purple paddle on The Stockroom, I just knew that I wanted it.

It's interesting, but I've never been spanked in a sensual manner, other than a few light lovetaps before my bottom turns various shades of pink. It intrigues me to be spanked with the fuzzy side of this paddle. I have a feeling that the leather side would be used more on me. Still, choice is good.

I hope to have this paddle by Christmas. It would make this naughty little girl so happy.