Don't forget the paddles!

I have packing for a weekend staycation down to a science these days. Considering that I was last on a staycation roughly three weeks ago, the routine is still relatively fresh in my head.

"Don't forget the paddles," my guy said to me.
"Yes, they are all packed," I replied.
"Good. I love that you bring more than one," he complimented.
"Variety is nice, although I know which implement you like the best," I said.

We both can't wait to spend some quality time together.

Plans and spanking checklist of important items

I like when plans and arrangements fall into place. It's nice.

I put in some hours at work on Saturday. I indicated to my manager that I would be cutting my day short on Wednesday, which is today. It gives me time to hit a bakery to get some vegan baked goods for a potluck snackfest at work this Thursday. I have one vegetarian in the group who cannot eat anything with egg in it. Often, I see her excluded from celebrations involving cake. So, I'm going to fix that problem for our gathering.

Wednesday is also when I check in to my hotel room. I like when I have enough points to do a mini staycation. My guy flies in on Thursday morning, so it makes sense to have a room for some quality time and relaxation.

I am all packed. I always feel like I am missing something, though.

Spanking implements? I have a leather paddle and a wooden ruler. He can also use his hand on my backside, which I prefer the most.

His favourite clothing items before they come off me: Black lacy panties and bra? Check. Short skirt? Yep. Low-cut sweater? Definitely.

To say that we are both looking forward to seeing each other is quite the understatement!

Revised spanking tally - number of spanks is in triple digits

Love our lurkers (LOL) day ended up being a two-parter event this year. My intent was to collect comments from day one. The number of comments that day would be tabulated and the final result, along with the various spanking plans, would be shared on day two.

I received four comments on day 2. Part of me wants to say no, that wasn't the original plan, and to reject them. The pushover side of me wants to include them.

Well, since I am creatively adjusting my spanking plans from LOL day, I am going to include the four late comments, but reduce the number of smacks. So, instead of eight smacks, they count as four.

Why? I want the number to be 34. It's sentimental.

When my guy and I first started dating, he didn't want to know how old I was. To this day, I don't know whether he knows how old I am. To him, it doesn't matter. He just wants to be with me and love me. It's mutual.

We were chatting one day, several months after we officially started dating. He said that I looked cute and young. I was curious how old he thought that I was. Without hesitation, he said that I looked 34 years old. He was and is sweet.

So, it's 34 spanks. It's final.

My guy and I agreed on the following spanking plan:

• 34 smacks with a wooden hairbrush
• 34 slaps with my purple acrylic ruler
• 34 whacks with a leather paddle
• 34 spanks with whatever implement my guy would like to use

My guy is happy to carry out this plan. I can't wait! I will definitely share the results of this fun plan. Thanks for helping out!

Flower fly swatters as spanking implements

As mentioned in a previous post, I visited the local dollar store. I was there to get some Krazy Glue for one of the wheel stoppers on my Gazelle glider, which I use practically daily to work out as I watch TV.

My guy, whom I affectionally call Cheap Bastard now and again, got me into visiting the store. The first couple of months that we were dating, he managed to buy a couple of bamboo spatulas from a dollar store as spanking implements. They work effectively and they have not splintered across my bare bottom.

As I browsed, I noticed the garden section. Yes, here's hoping that winter is finally over!

I found a two-pack of flower-shaped fly swatters. They look like this picture, except that one of flowers is purple:

I tested them out my slapping one of them against the back of my hand. They are pretty flexible that I am sure that they pack many decent swats across my backside.

I told my guy about my find. He was proud that I got them for a decent price, that they were in my favourite two colours, and that he couldn't wait to spank me with them.

It was a wonderful find. I will report back on how they fair when I get spanked with them.

Passing of the ex-hubby -- reflections of being spanked as an adult by him

I found out about my ex-hubby's passing simply by doing a Google search.

To make an extremely long story short, our marriage was not a pleasant one for me. I needed to make a clean break from him, as it was an unhealthy relationship that I was in for many years. However, in his view, he thought that all was well and was devastated when I decided to file divorce papers.

His health had been in decline for a while. I hope that he is at peace.

When I first read his obituary, I wasn't sad. I was relieved in the sense that the unhealthy feelings and negativity that he cast on me would cease at long last.

However, I have fond memories of our relationships when things were good. I remember our first kiss and how special it felt. He took me to my first musical, The Phantom of the Opera. I felt special going out in a white sweater and black pants. I also got to discretely grope his hard cock towards the end of the musical.

He took me to my first NHL game. We watched hockey as often as we could. I also got the travel bug from him. I wanted to see the world and I still do.

He was the first man who spanked my backside as an adult. I was shy about having my bare bottom exposed, but I wanted to be spanked badly. He made me feel comfortable. He used a wooden clothes hanger, cane, slipper, bare hand, wooden paddle, and many other fun implements. I love being spanked to this day.

I also became fond of giving spankings. He loved being over my knee, with my wearing a short black skirt and pantyhose.

May he rest in peace.

Z is for zipper (new) and zap (update)

When I did a similar a-to-z blog challenge nearly a year ago, I chose zap to be my z word theme. Although I could have done it again for this post, I will provide an update on my zap post and go right into this challenge's z word.

I was at the dollar store the other day. I got some nice goodies that make perfect spanking implements. I will share that soon.

Last year, I wrote about electric paddles that emit a zap. These paddles are for getting rid of flies and other pesky bug in the summer. They have also been used as spanking implements. Coincidentally, I found them at the dollar store. One was even in purple, my favourite colour.

Part of me does not trust getting such a device from a cheap dollar store. The other part of me is curious to try it out as part of a spanking. I am still debating purchasing it.

Anyway, this post is my last of the challenge. It has been fun and pretty challenging to try and not duplicate the same batch of word themes that I have used in the past.

I have a fascination with zippers. These days, I tend to buy articles of clothing with uniquely placed zippers.

For a while now, I own a purple sweater that has a functional zipper on my left shoulder. My guy loves this sweater. He unzips it and likes to expose my bra strap when we make out. Sometimes, he even pulls this part of my sweater down as far as he can, to get access to my breasts for groping and seeing more of my bare skin.

I have another cardigan sweater where the zipper is placed on an angle, but closer to my right side. I also like zippers that unzip on the sides of my sweater.

My best purchases was a baseball sweatshirt with two zippers where the colours change between the front and the sleeves. My guy loves unzipping both zippers to fondle my breasts.

My guy has a knack for unzipping my pants to play with me. I like reciprocating, except that I unzip his fly a lot slower, which gets him extremely excited. I then play with his hard cock for a bit before we let it out of his briefs and pants for some playtime.

Zippers are functional. They are also sexy in preparation for quality time.

Birthday spanking brainstorming

My guy's birthday is next month. I am proposing to receive his birthday spanking. Since he is a bit older than I am, it means more smacks for me. Yay!

Here is a brainstorming session on how I would like to receive his birthday spanking, based on how to give a birthday spanking:

1. Decide on where the birthday spanking will take place.
   I would like it either in a bedroom with just the two of us. Of course, we could do it in the treehouse after work because we both need a bit of fun after a crazy day at the office. 


2. Decide on the amount of exposure her backside should have.
   I have always enjoyed the layered approach. I get his age in smacks over my pants. He is free to use an implement, such as a wooden ruler or paddle. The pants then come off and I get the same number of smacks over my panties with another implement, such as a hairbrush or a leather paddle. Finally, my bare bottom is exposed. I like a firm hand when my backside is fully exposed. I need more than just a regular birthday spanking, because I have spent a year being a naughty girl.


3. Decide on the position she will assume for her spanking.
   I like being over his lap. However, being bent over a table or bed is great, too.


4. Be sure to give her a few warm-up spanks (that is, a few preliminary, light pats on the buttocks).
   I like warm-up spanks, but sometimes they don't start off being light. I also like when my guy gropes my buttocks before a spanking, which turns me on.


5. Deliver one smack for each year of her age, centered on her "sit spot" (that is, the portion of her buttocks that meets an object when she is in a sitting posture). Each spank should be delivered with an increasing degree of force with 2-5 seconds between smacks. Ensure that she clearly and loudly counts out the number of each smack after she receives them.
   I have never counted out loud for any of my birthday spankings, so it will be a first for me!


6. After a number of smacks equal to her age has been delivered, give her one extra smack and make sure it is the most forceful of them all. This final smack is her one to grow on.
   I love this part. I also like getting a pinch, although I doubt that I will grow an inch.

The bottomline (yes, pun intended)? My guy gets a decent view of my backside as he works his magic and I get a sore red bottom. It sounds fair to me.

Late night chat with spanking undertones

I was awake on Sunday morning at around 01:00. Coincidentally, I was online looking at potential spanking implements that I wanted to purchase (more about that in another post).

My guy was in San Francisco for one final night before returning home the following day. I had urged him to do some sightseeing and recommended visiting Fisherman's Wharf. He logged on to Skype at 01:15 my time.

"Hey, night owl girl," he wrote.
"Hoo hoo!" I exclaimed.
"Wanna chat?"
"Sure!"

We chatted for nearly two hours. It felt so good chatting about everything under the sun, even though we didn't exactly see any sunshine during our conversation.

At one point, I was on a roll, teasing him about various things. My guy was contemplating getting another rolling computer bag. I told him to get it and he did, for he was complaining about how small his current one was. When he changes bags, he often gives me goodies that he carries around in his old one that he no longer wants. I don't mind getting freebies, but my guy likes to spin things by saying that I think that he likes offloading junk to me.

"You always say that I am offloading junk to you," he stated, playing the part of being an annoyed guy.
"That's not true. I like freebies from you. You're just a cheap bastard," I replied.
"Oh, really?" he asked rhetorically. "You know that you are pissing me off."
"No, I would never want to do that to you," I said playfully.
"I know how to deal with girls like you who get me all worked up. You know the saying about the proof being in the pudding?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Well, the pudding is really how sore and purple your butt will be after I am done with it," he stated firmly.
"I like purple. It's my favourite colour," I stated factually.
"We'll see when I am done with you," he said with a menacing, playful tone to his voice.
"You're just all talk and no action. You're far away, so I'm safe."

We actually had this conversation twice during these two hours. I enjoy when he wants to give me a spanking. I instantly get excited. It helps that I get the added bonus of being spanked by an attractive guy who loves me.

Kissing and being spanked with a wooden ruler

I have a fairly sturdy wooden ruler in my car at all times. It has a number of uses. If my cell phone goes flying off the passenger front seat and onto the floor mat, the ruler acts as an extension of my arm. I can fetch it while still seated on the driver side.

No one questions the real reason why I have it in my car. Only my guy and I know what the real purpose of having convenient access to it. Whenever we have treehouse time, I can quickly bring it with me. It is also one of the most sturdy spanking implements, as we have broken both a wooden spatula and crop while spanking me.

I like the feel of wood slapping by buttocks. I can't explain it. I simply enjoy it. It stings. It hurts. I love how sore I am for at least a day after the fact.

In a previous post, I was spanked with this ruler over my jeans. After that spanking and having been pleasured by my guy, I raised myself from being over his lap and kissed him. I was essentially on my hands and knees on the backseat. His right arm was long enough to reach over to grab the wooden ruler and smack my backside numerous times as we were kissing.

I find the whole thing highly arousing. I love how my backside gets achy and warm. I love the sound that the ruler makes across my panties and my bare bottom. He knows how to get me instantly wet.

My guy told me the other day that he likes when I'm across his lap and he spanks me hard. I end up holding onto him tighter (I am normally grabbing his thigh or butt). I am a bit clingy, especially when the spanking really hurts.

He is in Croatia all week. I got an e-mail from him today. It was nice. We hope to connect on Skype tomorrow. I miss him.

Ice bank mice elf

Say the following out loud and it will make more sense:

I must admit that I had to say it a few times to get it. Yes, my synapses didn't exactly fire as well as they could have.

It's a fascinating subject to discuss. Self-spankings. Have I ever given myself a spanking?

I don't recall writing about this topic at length. The quick answer is yes.

I have always been turned on by getting a birthday spanking. I would see my friends lovingly getting their birthday smacks when we were in grade school. Unfortunately, my birthday is in July, when school is out. So, I didn't have that luxury.

My parents never spanked me. I am also an only child. I am a goody-goody. So, I did spank myself -- specifically, giving myself birthday swats.

First, they were across my jeans or pants. If I were at home, on my bed, my pants would come off and I'd spank myself with my bare had across my panties.

I would estimate that I must have been ten or eleven years of age when I gave myself a bare-bottomed spanking. Everything was with my open hand. I would be either on my knees, with my butt in the air, spanking myself, or I'd be on my side, swatting each buttock.

I then got into using implements. They were items that I had as a child. I had tennis and badminton rackets. I used a plastic hockey stick. I recall using a blue plastic shovel that had a flat back. I also like slapping my backside with a wooden ruler, which I still have to this day and love it. They were all special in making my backside turn pink.

Of course, trying to keep the noise down was key. When I was in grade seven or eight, it would be easier to spank myself when my parents were at work. However, if they were at home, I figured that I could still get some soreness by pinching my backside a bunch of times, and then lightly spanking myself either across my panties or extremely lightly over my bare bottom.

All this reminiscing is bringing back great memories.

Do I like self-spankings now? I don't know. I can't answer that because I haven't given myself one for the longest time. I probably prefer to be spanked by someone else, simply because that has been the case for a while.

With self-spankings, you know when each smack is going to land. When my guy spanks me, I have no idea how hard, fast, or which buttock will be smacked. I like that uncertainty. It keeps me guessing. It adds to the excitement.

I suppose that my keeping quiet when I am spanked these days stems from my childhood of not making a ton of noise during a self-spanking. This experience may also be the reason why I am relatively quiet when I reach orgasm in the sense that I am not yelling out to the world that it's happening. You do hear moans and groans, but I am not waking up the neighbours.

When I am spanked these days, I could care less how loud my spanking is. Funny how things change when you're older.

On my spanking implements wishlist: a lexan paddle

As the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for. I know, but I do want a lexan paddle.

When my guy was in Amsterdam, he asked me what I sex toy I wanted. I said that I wanted a lexan paddle. It came out naturally. No deep thinking was required by me.

It then occurred to me that I have never seen a lexan paddle in a sex shop. So, I did a brief search online. It seemed easier to buy one off the Internet. Instead, we resorted to my guy's first suggestion, which was to get me my first dildo.

I love the dildo. It's a fleshy pink colour. My guy says that it's bigger than his member (we have a nickname for his cock, but I won't disclose it here for the time being). I have dubbed his dildo present to me as his lookalike. It really is quite realistic, except that it smells like rubber. I am still not sure how to get rid of that scent, if that's possible.

Anyway, my guy bought me all those nice gifts last week so that I would be reminded of him when he was away. Simply put, I am. I have kissed his lookalike's head as if I were kissing the real deal before I suck and lick his hard cock, for instance.

Getting back to my quest for a lexan paddle, eBay has a few listings. However, they are all shipped from the States. I am sure that duty fees will kill me. The price of shipping it to me is half the price of the paddle itself.

I then went to a paddle Web site that is Canadian-owned. On a good note, I wouldn't have to pay any duty. However, the cheapest paddle is $72. I am sure that it is good quality, but it is too expensive for my budget.

Luckily, I am not under any pressure to get it. After all, I am pleased with my fuzzy purple paddle that has leather on the other side. I have a thick wooden ruler that my guy has used on my backside and is still intact (my backside has allegedly broken two spanking implements so far). So, I am good for now. My backside won't be sore for at least another two weeks. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to sport a sore, red bottom.

I realize that being spanked by a lexan paddle hurts. I do have a high pain tolerance, so I want to find out how long or hard I can take being spanked with one. It's more of an intriguing experiment on my part and seeing whether I'd like the experience.

My guy also got me a pair of fuzzy slippers from Amsterdam. They aren't meant for spanking me. I haven't be spanked with a slipper for a while. Perhaps it is worth buying a pair of slippers and have one of them used on me.

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.

Being tied up and waiting patiently

On Saturday, my guy and I played dominant and submissive roles, respectively, on Skype. It was different for both of us, but it was surprisingly enjoyable.

One of the interesting tidbits that came out of our role-playing session was my guy saying that he was going to tie me up and play with me. He would stimulate my clit to the point where I wanted his cock inside me, but he would tease me. He wouldn't give in. He would keep me waiting.

I never thought that I'd say what I am about to say. Although it is just plain torture, I like that thought.

After our session, when we were relaxed after getting off, we talked.

"I have never been tied up," I confessed.
"Maybe it's time that you were in real life," he said.

Handcuffs? I watched Anderson on TV this afternoon. He had given Katherine Heigl a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. Perhaps I need a purple pair, seeing that I have a love for the colour and that they would go well with my fuzzy purple paddle. Or, should I just have a standard pair of steel handcuffs slapped on my wrists?

Part of me likes the thought of having a scarf tied around my wrists for starters. It's more romantic. I am not the type to resist, especially when I am getting spanked.

Anyway, just thoughts about being tied up. They are all worth exploring.

A couple of days ago, we talked about seeing each other once he gets back in town on Saturday. The office is across from the airport.

"Should I meet you in the office or in your car?" I asked him. "The backseat of your car is your office."
"We can meet in the office," he said, after chuckling.
"I don't have access to the elevator after hours, so you'll need to get me," I indicated.
"Yes, I'll get you from the lobby, and then I'll get you again in the office," he said, which made me smile.

Three more days to go before I get to see my guy again and get a sore backside. I can't wait.

Being offline, facing the consequences, and crying

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Pre- and post-mortem thoughts about my spanking gift the other day

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Breaking a crop during a spanking

Yesterday, my guy came to visit me. It was wonderful.

He was barely through the door when we hugged and kissed. I could feel his penis getting hard as it pressed against me. I was wearing a short, red plaid skirt and a black ballerina t-shirt. I had missed him so much. He felt the same way about me. He apologized for having cold hands. I said that they'd warm up holding me.

He gave me a present. It was a heart-shaped riding crop that vibrates. Frankly, the vibrating part of the crop made me a bit intimidated, but it was this item:

I took it out of the plastic wrap. He inserted the battery. The heart part was leather. I knew that it would hurt when applied to my backside.

We hugged and kissed. He liked the school girl look on me.

"You are the sexiest student I've ever had," he said, as he kissed me. "How are you going to study for your next exam?"
"I won't," I said. "It's a waste of time."
"You know what happens to girls like you?" he asked me.
"No," I said ignorantly, as we kissed.
"They get punished," he said, as we continued to hug and kiss.

He started to undress me. Off came my top. I could tell that he was enjoying kissing me. We did a lot of that, which I enjoyed. He has the softest lips. He then undid my bra, slowly sliding the white straps off my shoulders, playing with my breasts, and then slipping the bra off. He continued to cup my breasts, eventually playing with my nipples.

We hugged and kissed some more. He lifted my plaid skirt up and gave my backside some whacks. I was excited. He then pulled down my purple panties and smacked my bare bottom several times. It was the first time that he has ever done that, which aroused me.

He led me to the bed. I went face down on it, with my legs spread. He took my panties off completely. He felt the backs of both my legs and went ahead with using the heart-shaped, vibrating crop on my bare bottom. Each whack got harder. It hurt. He brushed my hair away from my face to see my reaction as each stroke of the crop landed on my bare backside.

Somehow, the crop snapped in two. The vibrating part was its own entity. I laughed. My ass has never broken a spanking instrument before.

Anyway, he continued to slap me with the crop. At one point, he slapped various parts of my legs before dishing out some strong slaps across my buttocks. I was in pain, but liked it.

"Are you going to be good?" he asked me.
"I'm not sure," I replied, which prompted more slaps on my poor backside.
"Your ass is getting red," he remarked, rubbing it from time to time.
"Is it as red as the colour of my skirt yet?" I asked him, which made him laugh.

Finally, I had had enough. I was wet and sore. I turned over. He liked looking at my pussy, noting that he liked hairy ones. He fingered me while he took off his navy blue pants. He asked me to kiss his cock. I did. I liked how smooth the head was. Somehow, I ended up wrapping my mouth around it. It surprised both of us. I'm not the type to give blowjobs.

He eventually joined me on the bed and had me suck his cock while I was on my back. He continued to make me come, which I did. I didn't gag, but I was enjoying the experience, moaning from time to time.

He then stood in front of me and asked that I give him a hand job. I talked about being alone with him at work late at night, working overtime. I had a tight blouse on and a short skirt. He would come over to my cubicle and do whatever he wanted to me. I told him that I had a bottle of booze in my desk drawer and that I would drink it. He could then have his way with me, which got him excited. He eventually came all over my bare thigh.

"I made a mess," he said in his boyish way, which made us both laugh.

After we both cleaned up, we hugged for a bit. He told me that I had the most gorgeous, full lips he has ever kissed. That was sweet of him. He also said that I looked so sexy and that he was turned on by my crossing my legs in such a short skirt.

He held my left hand and kissed it.

"Nice nails," he remarked. He likes manicured nails.
"I lucked out," I said, for having nice hands with nail polish on my nails.

He looked charming in a crisp, white shirt, with a black leather belt around his navy blue pants. He fit the role perfectly as a teacher spanking a naughty student.

It was a good day. He said that he didn't know how he was going to drive to work. I offered to drive him, which prompted him to kiss me intently.

"I've missed you," I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"Me, too," he replied.
"You missed you, too?" I replied, which made him swat my smarting bottom.

He recently got a really nice, used car. I got to see it from afar.

"I'll take you for a drive it in soon," he stated.
"Maybe we can try the backseat," I said, which made us both smile.

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.

Turning a bad, wet experience into a feel-good one

Normally, I log on to Skype and stay logged in all day. I don't know if my guy has a chance to chat with me when he has a free moment at work.

Today, I logged in at noon, just after I had returned from running a couple of errands. He was online. That was different. He immediately said hi. We exchanged a few instant messages before he called me.

We said hi. I could sense that something was on his mind. I asked if he was okay.

"I took my car in to get the transmission fluid changed," he said. "I then went into the washroom and had an accident."

I thought that the way he had worded it was funny. It made me laugh. My laughter was uncontrollable.

"No, not that type of accident," he said, which prompted me to laugh some more. "It had to do with the sink."

Okay, the sink detail made me laugh harder.

"That's not funny," he said in a deadpan tone.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to calm myself down. It took quite some time.

He told me what had happened. After he had washed his hands, he put his foot on the sink so he could tie his shoelace. Well, the sink wasn't all that sturdy and it fell off the wall. He then tried to put the sink back up, but it fell down again, and all the pipes burst, meaning that water was everywhere. He finally found the main valve and shut everything off.

He quietly went to pay for the transmission fluid service and reported the problem to the staff member. The employee said not to worry about it, although my guy said to charge the repair to him. Instead, my guy decided to give $50 towards the repair and then left.

In the end, my guy did find the whole situation funny, saying that it was like it was a scene from a movie. I apologized for laughing and was forgiven.

The other day, he was beating himself up, saying that he wasn't a good person. I had to convince him that he was a decent guy. Sometimes, poor choices will make you think that you're a rotten individual, but your personality tends to stay intact from decade to decade.

"If you were that person you say you have become, who doesn't give a damn about anything, I don't buy that," I insisted. "You cared about breaking the sink. You didn't have to pay for it, but you still chipped in. You aren't the monster you think you are."
"So, I've always been bad," he said to me, trying to tease me.
"No," I said. "You've always been good. It's your perception of who you are that needs to change."
"You're being your usual sweet self," he concluded. "Thank you."
"I need to say it more."
"So, how are you going to reward me for being good?" he said quietly.
"What did you have in mind?" I said seductively.
"I can touch you all over," he said.
"Yes."

There was a slight pause. I then had a thought that I wanted to share with him.

"You know, if I had broken the sink, I wouldn't have been forgiven that quickly," I said.
"No, you wouldn't have," he admitted. "You would have been punished."
"Imagine me with a short, black skirt on, with one high heel on the sink," I said.
"I like that," he said. "You with heels on and your white thighs contrasting your black skirt. I can see your panties."

Just like that, we got into a story that made us both aroused and excited.

We set the story up where he was the employee at the shop, who walked into the washroom and noticed that I had broken the sink. I apologized profusely, but he wouldn't accept it. The washroom had a wooden brush used to scrub one's back. He ordered me to face the wall. I did what I was told.

Instead of lifting up my skirt, he pulled it down, along with my panties. He smacked my left cheek with the back of the wooden brush, which was painful. He then did the same with my right cheek. He alternated, whacking me harder and harder. I was started to tear up.

He then asked if I would suck his cock. I said that I wouldn't. More smacks went across my buttocks. I was in pain. I was in tears. My backside was bright red. He asked me again if I would suck him. I finally gave in and I did.

Maybe it was not a good day for him at the auto shop. I'm glad that we turned that problem into something that felt good for both of us.