Missing someone that it hurts and dealing with work madness

Have you ever missed someone that it just hurts? That, for a brief moment, a sense of sadness and panic set in? After all of that passes, you're then okay?

I am feeling all of these emotions. I don't know why I am experiencing such a mixed bag, but I do miss my guy a ton.

I suppose that it doesn't help that there are issues with an upcoming, major software release. All weekend, I simply saw e-mails flooding my inbox on various issues, and what needs to be fixed in both the code and documentation.

About that job that I had interviewed for several weeks ago, it turns out that the position is on hold. I frankly didn't think it was a good fit for me. However, I have heard through the odd, contracted human resources woman that they have a different position in mind for me come January.

I don't have a favourable impression about this company. I will hear what they have to say, but I won't hold my breath.

My spanking at work

I parked in front of our office at around 22:15. My guy and I badged into the building, and then took the elevator to our floor.

We entered our little meeting room. We both took off our coats. My guy was sitting down, in front of the mini table in the room.

"It's time for your spanking," he stated, pointing at the table's white surface.
"You mean I sit here?" I asked, sitting where he had just pointed.
"No, the other way," he said, gesturing in a circle to reverse myself.

I bent over the table. Surprisingly, it is the perfect height and size for a spanking.

I was wearing blue jeans that were hugging my legs and were form-fitting.

"It's too bad that we don't have a paddle," he said.

With that statement, he started spanking me with his hand. My entire spanking was over my tight jeans. My guy smacked each buttock hard.

"It hurts," I whined playfully.
"Good, you've been a bad girl," he commented, continuing to spank me.

It was a nice, long spanking. He must have given me close to a hundred smacks.

At one stage, he was caressing my calves, thighs, and butt, and then gave me a few hard smacks.

"You are such a tease, Mr. Meanie!" I exclaimed.
"I can't help it. I love your legs and your cute butt," he admitted.

Finally, he made me reach orgasm, which felt so good. I was limp and rested for a bit. He gave me a few light smacks across my butt before I got up and hugged him.

We cuddled for a while. It was the perfect evening considering that we were at work.

Treehouse time on Saturday night consisting of a hard spanking - part 2

My guy swatted my panty-clad backside with his hand. He shifted over to the middle of my car's backseat. I kissed him on the lips and obediently positioned myself across my guy's lap.

He spanked me with my sturdy purple acrylic ruler over my hot pink panties. I could tell by my guy's reaction that he liked the colour of them. He alternated slapping the ruler on each buttock. He told me that I was a bad girl each time. He then went into a stern talk about how bad I was. He punctuated each word with a hard slap across each buttock.

My butt was warming up and was stinging.

"It hurts," I said to him, moving my right hand over my butt to rub it.
"Move your gorgeous hand," my guy instructed, tapping it lightly with the ruler.
"My bottom hurts," I whined.

He moved my hand, kissed it, and then spanked me some more with the ruler.

I was squirming a bit over his lap as the slaps continued.

"It hurts a lot," I told him.
"Really?" he asked rhetorically.

He briefly put the ruler down and gave me a dozen smacks with his open hand.

"That hurts more!" I protested playfully.
"It's going to hurt more," he told me, pulling down my panties.
"Oh, no... not my bare bottom!"

I love when he pulls down my panties to expose my butt. I feel like I have been such a bad girl.

He used the ruler hard across my bare butt. I loved the sound of the ruler landing on each buttock.

"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said to me.
"No!" I said defiantly.
"I will continue to spank you hard until you say that you're my bad girl."

He probably got another dozen hard slaps in before I finally caved and said that I was bad. He chuckled, pulled my panties up, gave me a couple of lovetaps, and helped me sit down on my sore backside. We kissed and cuddled.

"From now on, I am going to spank you until you admit that you're bad," he said, holding me tightly.
"Okay. As you have said to me, all because I say that I am good, it doesn't mean that I am. Same goes with being bad."

We cuddled for a bit as the soreness set in. He's a good spanker. I enjoyed the hardest spanking that he has ever given me.

Having lunch at our usual restaurant and sitting on a wooden chair after a hard spanking

It's a great week when my guy is in the office. It means that we go out for lunch. It's really a daily mini date.

Last Monday, my guy pinged me on our corporate instant messaging application, asking if I was ready to go at 12:30 pm. I was. We met downstairs in the lobby, like we normally do.

My guy liked my earrings. You can finally see my earrings because my hair is shorter these days.

We got into my guy's car. He immediately noticed my pink nail polish. He liked what he saw. He reached for my left hand. We held hands all the way to our usual Chinese restaurant as he drove. It's sweet. I tend to be the one who initiates reaching for his hand when we're in the car. It was a nice change.

We walked into the restaurant that we haven't set foot in for a while. It was busy. We sat down at a table with wooden seats.

"My butt still hurts," I remarked after I was seated.
"Good. You deserved that spanking," he said nonchalantly, and then looked at me with a huge smile.

Lunch was great. We talked, ate, and laughed. He ordered the ginger chicken, as I had corrected predicted. I ordered the spicy garlic chicken. Yep, we both felt like chicken.

After lunch, we headed back to the office. We held hands some more. It was a great day.

Happy girl with a sore bottom

Hello! This post will be pretty brief.

I have a lot to blog about soon. The last two spankings that my guy has dished out have been incredible. My bottom is mighty sore as I write this post, which is one reason why it is a short one. =)

As a teaser, my guy christened my new silicone black paddle tonight. It packs quite the slap. My guy remarked how pink my bottom halfway through my spanking.

I am one happy, sore, lucky girl.

Quality treehouse time after work

After work on Wednesday worked out well. It surprised both my guy and me.

Wednesdays tend to be a bit hectic for me. I start my workday at 07:30, as I have a weekly teleconference. Thank goodness I can call in from home, so it's not too bad. However, I go into work during the noon hour and can end up staying there for a while. I have a weekly departmental meeting on Wednesday afternoons. Both my boss and the other male on our team can talk till the cows come home.

This past Wednesday was perfect. My male colleague didn't ramble on as much as he normally does. The junior writer is away for a month. We ended our meeting just past 17:00. My male colleague ended up yakking with a software developer, which was perfect for me to literally slip away.

It was around 17:30 when I left work and drove to our regular spot to meet. My guy and I felt that meeting just before 18:00 would work out well. It did. My guy parked next to my car moments later.

My car is the new treehouse. It will likely be the chosen venue for a while, especially after our experience this evening. My guy is also considering getting a new car, so it all works out nicely.

My guy got into the backseat, immediately knowing how to move the seat forward for more comfort. I did the same thing and sat next to him.

I took my jacket off. We looked into each other's eyes, said hello, and immediately locked lips in a nice kiss.

My guy loves kissing me. It's enjoyable when he kisses my neck, shoulders, and breasts. It's sensual, romantic, and loving. He proceeded to take my breasts out of my bra and suck on each nipple. Heaven!

He told me that he wanted to pleasure me. He rubbed my crotch. It always excites me, to the point where I can easily reach orgasm. Naturally, I did moments later.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip my jeans. He also went ahead and took my black lacy panties down. He fingered my already wet pussy. It felt so good. Orgasm two was successful.

I was starting to feel dopey, as I slouched sitting in the backseat. My bare bottom was barely on the seat. Naturally, it was enough for my guy to start smacking both cheeks. I liked it, although I was too slow to fully react at first.

"You're spanking my bare bottom," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yes," my guy confirmed, continuing to spank me with his hand.
"I can't let you do that," I told him. "I'm sitting up."

I was so dopey that I could barely do that. Instead, he helped me over his knee. I told him that he was mean. That didn't help much.

He started off spanking each cheek firmly. He didn't exactly ease me into the spanking. He went full force! It was the hardest spanking that he has ever given me.

"You do know that you're a bad girl?" he said, practically giving everything he has with each slap across my bare butt.
"It hurts a lot!" I said, which is rare for me to ever admit.

He spanked each buttock at least three times in rapid succession, alternating in a rhythmic fashion. Every blow was hard. It hurt. I loved it.

I have been incorporating placing my right hand over my butt to stop the smacks for a bit. My guy moved my hand immediately over to the small of my back and continued punishing my poor butt. I slid my hand down again to protect my bottom. He moved my hand away. We clasped our hands together and he continued to spank me hard with his free hand.

I find that I love when we're holding hands and he continues to spank me. It is such a turn-on.

He finally stopped spanking me. Instead, he fingered both my pussy and my butthole simultaneously. This last orgasm was awesome.

I got up and cuddled up to him for a bit. He told me to relax. He kissed my forehead, which I always love.

We then did something that I have longed to do. He pulled down my v-neck sweater and removed my bra. He nuzzled his head between my breasts. He then proceeded to kiss my breasts. We both loved it so much! I kissed him on his forehead as he continued to kiss and caress my breasts.

The grand finale was making my guy happy. I moved my hand down to his clearly erect penis. Boy, was it hard! I caressed it. He couldn't take it any longer. His pants and briefs came down. I wrapped my hand around his cock. I loved how it felt in my hand.

I could tell that my guy wanted me to suck him. I didn't hesitate. I kissed the tip of his penis first, and then licked it. I continued to lick his cock as if it were a lollypop. I then inserted it in my mouth. Just pure heaven.

I pulled out just before he was about to ejaculate, for I can't handle cum in my mouth. In a way, I am glad that I can't. He offloaded a ton! His semen covered both my hands completely. I also noticed after he had left for the evening that there was a puddle of semen on the car mat. Wow!

Anyway, it was an awesome evening. We talked for a bit and tried to energize ourselves. We had one beautiful, long kiss before we headed our separate ways.

I drove away, sitting with a sore bottom. My guy drove away relaxed and content. It was the perfect end to our workday.

The end

Last Monday was the day when my guy broke the news. He called my desk phone from a conference room at work.

Next week, we are both in New Jersey for training. He is giving a seminar. I am a participant in a two-week training course. We had plans to stay in the same hotel and sneak into one of our hotel rooms for some quality time. We were also going to share a car rental.

Well, all those plans got dashed when my guy suggested that he stay in a different hotel and that I can rent my own car. I asked him if we could talk in the conference room. He was fine with that, so I walked over there and shut the door behind me.

He told me that it would be best if he let me go. We talked for a while. What upset me even more was that he put a restriction on not going out for lunch or anything together. As a group lunch with other colleagues, it would be fine. Just not as a couple.

It was odd in that he wants to remain friends. However, I don't see that happening if he does not want to have lunch, dinner, or coffee away from work -- basically talking one-on-one. How often can two folks book a conference room to talk quietly about personal stuff?

So, not only was ending a nearly two-year relationship bad enough, but the friendship that he wanted to have was being destroyed with his self-imposed constraints.

He could tell that I was upset. He told me that he had to go, came over to me, kissed the top of my head, gently placed his hand behind my back, and then walked out the door.

I sat in my chair in an empty boardroom at nearly 19:00, alone, abandoned, isolated, sad, and distraught.

Next week in New Jersey will be both awkward and difficult.

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.

Airports and paddles

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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.

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.