Spanking fantasies

After work yesterday, I spent some time thinking about being spanked. I fantasized about getting a harder spanking because I haven't been spanked for a while.

I enjoy the thought of being over a man's lap, having my panties pulled down, and getting a sound hand spanking. It makes me highly aroused and happy.

This weekend will be perfect for a self-spanking session.

Craving a hard spanking

My guy misses spanking me.

"I want to put you over my lap when I see you again," he said the other day.
"I'd like that. It has been ages since you've spanked me," I noted.
"I miss spanking that cute butt of yours. I want to lift up your skirt and start spanking you, followed by taking down your panties and spanking you hard until your butt is red."

Naturally, it made me horny.

My spanking with my new wooden paddle

The wooden paddle that my guy got me for Christmas is nice. It's a part of the Canadiana series, which has an engraved moose on one side. It's got a nice weight to it and it is wide.

I thanked him for all his gifts, including the paddle.

"It's time for your punishment," my guy said.
"No, I'm a good girl," I said, moving the paddle away from his grip.
"Take the position," he stated while trying to take the paddle away from me.
"I am in good girl position," I said, sitting next to him.
"No, I need you in your bad girl position," he said, beginning to pull me over his lap.
"Good or bad, this is my position," I replied.

As expected, that argument didn't work. He put me over his lap. My jeans and panties were intact, as we both knew that this paddle would deliver. It did!

My guy was correct in that this paddle would smack both cheeks simultaneously. Each swat delivered quite the sting to my poor backside. I loved it, although my bottom started to smart sooner than I had hoped.

"It hurts!" I exclaimed.
"I know," he said, continuing my long-deserved spanking.
"It hurts a lot," I emphasized.
"I love you," he said, continuing to paddle my backside.
"I don't love it," I said defiantly.

Naturally, he paddled my butt more. He finally played with me until I orgasmed and became limp across his lap.

"Thanks for spanking me. You spank well," I replied.
"You are my bad girl," he replied, giving me a few more smacks with his open hand.

I got up and gave him a long kiss. It was my thank-you to him.

My backside still aches a bit. It's a nice reminder of this fun evening.

Cuddling, kissing, spanking, and fingering

My guy and I sat on the loveseat to cuddle and talk. I caressed his head, and he kissed my face and neck.

We then spent a bit of time kissing. It was nice.

He took off my sweater and looked at my black bra. He took out my right breast and sucked on my hard nipple. I loved it.

"How have you been?" he asked me.
"I've been good, but you always say that I am bad," I replied.
"That's because you are a bad girl," he pointed out.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"I need to punish you. You have been bad for a long time," he remarked.
"No, I'm a good girl. Can I kiss you?" I asked.
"You can. I still need to punish you," he insisted.

I love kissing his full lips. We had one long kiss before I went over his lap to be spanked.

I had a thin pair of shorts on. He started spanking me with his hand.

"You are such a bad girl," he told me, smacking each cheek.
"No, I'm good," I replied.
"You're a sweet girl. You're a sexy girl, but not a good girl," he reasons, spanking me more.

I told him that he was being mean. He pulled down both my short and my black panties. The smacks became harder across each buttock. I have missed being spanked by him. He has missed spanking me.

He pleasured me. He fingered my wet pussy until I came. I rested limp in across his lap. He kissed my bare left hip.

Moments later, he fingered by butt. He started with one finger and eventually had all four inserted. I loved it. I came hard and then became even more lethargic. He hugged and kissed me.

My guy went to clean up. I got cold and put on a sweater.

He came back and we cuddled some more.

Spanking me for not getting a perfect paper

My guy shared the following video with me. It's a video on the difference between white and Asian parents when it comes to reacting to their child's grades.

We have done a bit of role-playing where he asks for me to get a spanking implement to spank me with. However, we have never done a scene in which I am spanked for getting poor grades.

"I would love to give this scenario a try," I said to him.
"Me, too. Would you like to be over my lap or bent over when I spank you?" he asked me.
"How about both? You can bend me over and spank me over my panties. Then, I can be over your lap for a bare-bottomed spanking," I suggested.
"Sounds good to me, sweetie," he said.

It's great when we both like each other's suggestions.

Teasing my guy in anticipation for a spanking

My guy works from home when he is not on the road. One benefit is that he can sleep in. He admitted to me that he gets up at noon these days.

"I'm a night owl," he told me.
"I know. I'm a night owl, too. The difference is that I can get up without hitting the snooze button so often that I need to replace the glass on my phone," I hinted.
"I can't wait to get you over my lap and spank you for that remark," he threatened.
"Me, neither," I replied.

It's enjoyable teasing him and getting myself in playful trouble.

Grabbing my cinnamon buns and spanking me

I don't have a whole lot of time to look at tweets these days. This cute one from Cinnabon made me smile.

I shared it with my guy. He agreed that he should be the one to grab my buns, put me over his lap, pull down my panties, and spank me hard like the bad girl that I am.

If my guy was on Twitter, I would read his feed containing tweets like this one!

Ladybug luck

I was hungry. I was caught in rush-hour traffic. I had worked up an appetite and went through a fast-through drive-in to grab a quick bite to eat.

It was strange that, after placing my order, I was asked to drive around and come back. I looked behind me and there wasn't a car. However, after doing a lap around the restaurant, there was a car in front of me. It was odd to me. If my order wasn't ready, why not have me park in front of the restaurant and have someone hand me my food?

Anyway, I got my food and parked my car. With my car windows down, I ate.

Moments later, a ladybug landed on my lap. I wish that I had taken a photo, but I didn't have a chance. It stayed on me for five seconds and then left.

They say that ladybugs bring luck to you when they come visit you. I hope that this superstition is true. The bright red visitor made my day.

The double-whammy spanking

My guy and I were cuddling, and he managed to get a few swats across my left buttock.

"You know that I love your butt," he whispered. "I like your corduroy leggings."
"Thanks," I said. "That's not nice that you want to spank me."
"Well, you've been a bad girl," he said, first putting his hand in my left back pocket, followed by attempting to slide his hand down my panties.

I have noticed that when I stop him from sliding his hand down my panties to grope my butt, it makes him excited. He'll try some more and then he'll try the front. It's fun trying to stop him. It only works for a brief period.

"Assume the position," he told me, shuffling over and signalling my going of his lap.
"But, I am. I am a good girl sitting here," I replied.
"Nope, that's not right."

Eventually, I did. He pulled my panties and leggings down. I was that bad of a girl that it was a hard bare-bottomed spanking. I got excited.

He first started smacking each buttock. Being an optimizing guy, he decided to use both hands to smack my bare bottom, punctuating each syllable of nonsense that he was playfully saying. In other words, he was playing the bongos and substituted them for my butt.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed, which was true.
"Good," he said.

He pleasured me. My orgasm was intense and wonderful. I rested across his lap for a bit.

He pulled up my panties and leggings. He stroked my backside and then smacked in a few times.

"Hey, I thought that my spanking was over," I told him.
"It's not if you continue to rest across my lap," he advised.

Well, my spanking was done, but he pulled down my leggings and panties again to pleasure me. I felt so good.

He's a gentleman. He always puts me back together, and pulled up my panties and leggings again.

I got up from his lap and kissed him. It was a nice, passionate kiss. I caressed his head as we kissed.

I asked him what the name of that new type of spanking was. He has dubbed it the double-whammy spanking. My butt is still sore from it. It was a lot of fun.

Cuddles and a hard, bare-bottomed spanking

My guy and I cuddled for longer than we normally do. We missed each other. We didn't have to say it.

"I don't want to let go," I told him, continuing to snuggle up to him tightly.
"I know. You can hug me for a bit longer."

We then had a nice, long kiss. It prompted my guy to touch my lower back, followed by slidng his hand under my panties.

"I want to punish you," he said, rubbing the start of my butt crack.
"No, that's not nice," I said, playfully brushing his hand away, making him want me more.
"Come across my lap," he said.
"It's going to hurt," I said, pulling up my jeans as much as I could.

I always feel like I have been an exceptionally bad girl when he spanks me on my bare backside. In one smooth swoop, he managed to pull my jeans and panties down, exposing my bottom.

I love hand spankings because it makes it more intimate. It also hurts more.

He started to spank me hard with his open hand, alternating between buttocks. Eventually, he smacked my right buttock in rapid succession. It hurt. I whined. He did the same thing to my left buttock. I whined some more.

He teases me often. He'll play with me, which makes me want to orgasm. He's then stop and spank me. He did that for a bit before he made me cum again and again.

I reached into his right coat pocket and took his car keys.

"I have your car keys and a sore butt," I admitted.
"You can't drive when I have four fingers in your vagina," he told me.
"Eventually, they'll come out and I can drive your car," I said.

He helped me sit up after he pulled my panties and jeans up. I then sat in front of him, dopey. I was happy, tightly clutching his car keys in my left hand. He smiled at me.

Love our lurkers (LOL) day - my spanking

For love our lurkers (LOL) day, I asked fellow readers to leave me comments. Each comment would lead to two smacks across my bare bottom, administered by my guy.

Well, after a revision, I went with a total of 34 smacks, and multiplied it by four:

• 34 smacks with a wooden hairbrush
• 34 slaps with a purple acrylic ruler
• 34 whacks with a leather paddle
• 34 spanks of my guy's choosing

Some details about the implements:

• My wooden hairbrush is a rectangular paddle brush, so it covers quite the surface area
• My purple acrylic ruler is one of my favourite spanking implements, which is always in my car's glove compartment
• I have two leather paddles, but my guy chose the larger one where one has leather on one side, and fuzzy soft purple material on the other
• As expected, my guy chose to use his bare hand to spank me

As crazy as this statement may sound, getting 136 smacks + more across your backside isn't that bad. That's not to say that my pert posterior isn't sore right now. Perhaps it's because we have fun banter as he spanks me that I don't notice how sore I am until well after the spanking is over.

We got into my car's backseat after lunch on Friday. I presented the spanking implements to him.

"Do you have a preference as to which one you'd like me to use?" my guy asked me.
"Not really. I would like you to spank me with your hand last, though," I replied.

I find that an open-hand spanking to hurt more. It's also the most intimate spanking to me. He was good with using his hand last.

My guy signalled me to go over his lap. I playfully protested, which caused him to give me a few swats as I finally got pulled over his knee. He took down my jeans and panties. He caressed my backside and told me that he has been looking forward to spanking me, especially before he flies off on business.

The unpredictability of whether he is going to spank me with the soft part of the paddle or the leather paddle added to the surprise. Naturally, a bad girl would prefer to have the former. My guy alternated between spanking me hard with the leather side and lightly with the fuzzy side. When the leather side landed, the sound was loud and sometimes shocked me when the hard slap came down. He teased me by rubbing the paddle across either buttock from time to time and quickly giving me a few smacks in succession.

My guy then used the purple ruler. He playfully scolded me for being his bad girl while slapping me with it. Some slaps came fast and in one spot. 

"That hurts!" I told him, trying to protect my bare butt with my hand.
"You are such a naughty girl. Move your hand," he sternly stated, tapping my hand with the ruler.
"No!" I replied defiantly.

My guy held my hand behind my back and used his free hand to continue slapping my bottom with the ruler. Because I was disobedient, he gave me ten extra slaps as punishment.

He then went to using the wooden hairbrush. He has never spanked me with one before. The last time I got a spanking with a wooden hairbrush was over a decade ago. It was exciting! 

My guy changed it around by being methodical about spanking each buttock with the same intensity. He changed the location while telling me that my butt was getting red. I knew that it was. I could feel the soreness set in, but I loved how it felt.

Finally, he caressed my sore backside.

"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl?" he asked me rhetorically.
"I've told you a ton of times that I am always good," I replied.
"That's not true. I already got a confession from you and now you are telling me a lie?" he asked me.
"No, it's the truth," I insisted.

My guy didn't like that. He spanked me hard with his hand. I loved every smack, even though my butt was warm and achy.

"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl now?" he asked me after my 34th smack with his hand.
"Yes," I replied.
"Good," he said, rubbing my backside for a while. "Your butt gets cuter when it has been spanked long and hard."

He helped me up. I sat next to him. He held me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

"You can certainly take a good, long spanking. I always knew that you could," he said to me tenderly.
"Thanks for being such a good spanker and my Mr Meanie," I replied.

He hugged me harder.

Photos of red nail polish in my car with stick shift options

The other day, I sent my guy a couple of photos. They were of my hands and nail polish. He loves the sight of my hands.

I had red nail polish. I took both photos in my car. He is a car enthusiast, and can't wait to see me and my new car. He got a preview of the car's stick shift in one of the photos.

"It must be a nice change for you to have a real stick shift instead of that dinky knob in your Prius," my guy commented.
"It takes getting used to, but I like it," I admitted.
"I'm glad that you do," he replied.
"It's not the same as your stick shift," I commented. "Yours starts off small like the Prius, but ends up long like the iM."
"I know," my guy said, picturing him smiling on the other end.
"Maybe you can stretch across the backseat when you're in my car. You can rest on my lap as I cuddle you. I can then play with your stick shift with my right hand," I suggested.
"I like that visual," he admitted.

Just over a week to go before I see him.

The silliest spanking = the hardest one received to date

A few Fridays ago, my guy and I had quality time in our treehouse. As of late, we have thought about renaming the backseat of my car from our treehouse to the lounge. My guy has lounge access when he travels, so we have tossed around the name. However, we still call it the treehouse.

Anyway, my guy thought that I needed a good spanking, simply because I am his bad girl. I played the part of the reluctant girl. He had to tug me across his lap. Before I was comfortable over it, he gave me a smack across my backside.

"You're such a bad girl," he said to me, giving me a couple of smacks across my backside once I was over his knee.
"I have told you many times that I am a good girl," I replied.
"No, you're not," he said, giving me a hard smack after each syllable.
"Yes, I am," I insisted.
"No, you are a bad girl," he said, continuing to smack each buttock after he saying each syllable.
"You're funny!" I said, bursting out in laugher.
"Why are you laughing during your spanking?" he asked me.
"Because you are almost chanting as you spank me," I said.
"You think so?" he said, continuing a smack after saying each word.
"Give me a B! B! Give me an A! A! Give me a D! D! What does that spell? BAD!" I said.

We both started to laugh. Of course, we repeated that cheer, which led to more smacks with his hard and more soreness for my butt.

This spanking was a lot of fun for both of us. The downside is that I laughed so much that I didn't realize how hard he was spanking me until afterwards. The soreness lasted for three days. It was impressive.

I told my guy that outcome a few days later.

"Good," he said unsympathetically. "You deserved every hard smack I gave you."
"You're Mr. Meanie! It was one of the best spankings you have ever given me."

He gets better and better as my sweet disciplinarian.

L is for lap

I love being across my guy's lap for a spanking. It is probably my favourite position when I've been a bad girl.

I feel comfortable in this position while getting a decent spanking. I love grasping my guy's thigh tighter as he spanks me harder. It's fun attempting to use my free hand to cover my backside from his hand slapping me. Instead, he'll grab my hand, tightly hold it against my lower back, and continue punishing me.

As you know, I have Fifty Shades of Grey, the movie, on my iPhone. I am sharing a few screenshots of the movie taken off my phone.

The spanking scene where Ana rolls her eyes when Christian tells her that he sold her old Beetle for a brand new Audi makes me happy. He leads her over to the couch, pulls her across his lap, hikes up her skirt, and spanks her.

I like the motion shot when he is about to smack her bare backside. It reminds me of how my guy spanks me.

Of course, I like this screenshot, too. Christian asks Ana whether she wants more. She doesn't say anything, but you can tell that she likes it, which makes him smirk a bit.

I don't grow tired watching this flick. Thank goodness for purchasing movies from iTunes.

G is for good geeky gadget girl

I seem to be handling this challenge with alliterative blog post titles. It's fun. I don't know why I am doing that, though.

I often refer to myself as geeky gadget girl. As a student, I was a good one. I was geeky, simply because I have always enjoyed learning. I ended up working in the computer or information technology sector.

I love gadgets. My guy often marvels at how quickly I can figure out how to use a gadget. When he first handed me his phone, I showed him how to access his voicemail. He had no idea that he had that feature!

My guy calls me geeky gadget girl, too. He insists on calling me cute geeky gadget girl, though. I like it and we aren't fussy that cute doesn't start with the letter g.

In past e-mail exchanges, my guy ended up calling me 6G, because he used six words starting with the letter g to refer to me. I like shopping at Gap, so I know that we added that to the mix.

As for being a good girl, I tend to say that to my guy when he insists on giving me a spanking. In my playful defence, I state that I do not deserve to be punished because I am a good girl.

"You? A good girl? Never!" he told me a while back.
"Sure, I am. Everyone else says that I am a good girl. You are the only one who objects," I said defiantly.
"See, they just see you as a good girl. I, however, know the truth. You are a bad girl who needs constant discipline."

The banter often continues when I am over his lap or bent over, getting a hard spanking. When he asks whether I have learned my lesson, I will reply that there nothing to learn because I am a good girl. Naturally, I get spanked harder and longer after that remark, which is exactly what this good girl wants.

Stretch and pop

I should have written this post two weeks ago. Yes, I am a bit behind with my observations here.

My guy and I were having quality time in the treehouse. He wanted my bare legs over his lap. I was sitting and just draped them over his thighs. My position soon changed a bit. My legs remained over his lap, but I was on my back, being well-pleasured by my guy.

When it came time to reciprocate, he unfastened his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His hard cock greeted me immediately. It was poking straight at me.

My guy was wearing briefs that had a single button opening. There was his erect penis, jutting out, and skipping the entire unbuttoning process.

I remarked that his hard cock did not have any hands to unbutton and escape. Instead, it decided to bust out of his surroundings to greet me.

I found it to be flattering.

Why am I mentioning this incident now? It happened again today, except that my legs weren't over his lap. Instead, he had plenty of opportunity to touch them. More about that soon. By soon, I mean this week!

Cock worshipping subs, and being down on hands and knees

I have a link from my blog to the Cock Worshipping Subs blog, which appears to be down. Did I miss something? If someone can let me know whether the site has moved or if it truly does not exist anymore, it would help this clueless girl out.

Yesterday on Instagram, Madonna posted this fine pose:

I am not crazy about her hairdo and the overdone Photoshop usage on her face. However, I love her stance, with someone (it is rumoured to be Katy Perry) holding a yummy leather implement. It would have been nice to have Madonna either in her panties or with them taken off, but it is for a magazine after all!

I have been in that pose before with my guy spanking me. I don't last too long. I need to be leaning on something, like a table or I simply need to be over his lap. I suppose it's because my spankings take more than five minutes.

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!

Happy Valentine's Day - bongos, anyone?

I have a couple of posts to write, but I thought that I'd share this video. I found it intriguing.

I would love to be one of these bongos.

However, the angle is all wrong. I'd rather be over my guy's lap. He can play any tune on my backside whenever he wants to make sweet beats!

Getting two presents: a spanking and a lapdesk

Last week, my guy and I only came into the office once. It was on Wednesday. We didn't exactly plan coming into work for just one day. It simply happened.

Monday was not a good day for driving. There was snow, freezing rain, rain, and more. You name the type of precipitation and it was there. My guy and I played it safe and stayed home. Wednesday was a warm day. The high hit 12°C.

These days, my guy and I have been sending more e-mails to each other. On Monday, we both talked about working from home and making it to work on Wednesday. I had thought about coming into work on Tuesday instead, but I was too busy troubleshooting a problem I was experiencing with our software product.

On Wednesday, I wore my blue, double-v sweater into work with a pair of grey corduroy pants. My guy was in deep thought in front of his laptop. I interrupted him. He was happy to see me. He saw me take off my coat. I could tell that he was excited to see that I was wearing one of his favourite sweaters.

My guy was quiet for a bit. I knew that he was taking a nap, but I didn't disturb him. He had told me that he was up until 2 am and didn't sleep all that well. 

He logged on to Skype, asking me what time I would be leaving work. He wanted quality time. I wanted it, too.

He left first. Unfortunately, a colleague wanted to talk to me, so I had to spend some time explaining something to her. Twenty minutes later, I left work and headed over to our usual treehouse spot.

My guy was patiently waiting for me. He was on his laptop. I took my coat off and got into the backseat of his car.

As usual, we started off kissing. We kissed a lot. We then hugged for a bit before resuming our kissing session.

He caressed my breasts and kissed my neck and the back of my neck. He kissed my bare skin exposed by my double-v sweater.

"I love that," I said quietly, almost moaning.
"That's the advantage of wearing a sexy double-v sweater."

Our lips met again and we kissed some more. I love cradling the back of his head in my hand. It fits like a glove.

"You are going to be punished for making me wait," he whispered in my left ear.
"But, I didn't do anything wrong," I protested, as we continued to kiss.

We stopped kissing. He shifted himself by sitting in the middle of the backseat. I went over his knee. He pulled down both my pants and panties, without unbuttoning or unzipping the fly. He has never done that before.

He groped each buttock for a bit and then slowly smacked each one.

"Do you know why I am spanking you?" he asked between smacks.
"No," I said almost innocently.
"You kept me waiting here."
"That's so unfair," I protested.
"Why is that unfair?" he asked me.
"You have kept me waiting a number of times and you don't get punished."
"I can't wait that long. You know that."

The smacks came down harder on each buttock. He was spanking me hard. I could feel the sting. He was enjoying every moment. I was, too.

"What do you say about this matter?"
"This spanking hurts," I whined.
"Are you sorry?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I toyed.

He spanked me some more. I finally gave in and said that I was sorry. He called me a good girl and fingered both my pussy and butt. I was wet as all can be. My orgasm was intense. I rested across my guy's lap afterwards. I then said something that my guy couldn't hear. When I finally had enough strength to get up, I repeated myself.

"I love when you caress my butt," I told him.
"It's hard to hear you," he said, smiling at me.
"Yes, when my face is pressed against the side of your car."
"Your face should never be pressed against anything," he said in his sweet way.
"It should against your face," I said, moving towards him and kissing his lips.

Round two consisted of being fingered by him. I went ahead with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants so he could have more access while fingering me. I was incredibly aroused. I came again and was in a happy state of mind.

We cuddled for a bit as I tried to snap out of being in dopey mode. My hand went to his cock. It was hard under his pants. I stroked it, like I normally do for starters. My guy likes it so much that he told me so. I complied.

"Can you take it out of my pants?" he asked me. He has never told me to do it before. It's another first."Sure."

I unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. We both took his briefs and pants down. I wrapped my hand around his erect penis and gave him a handjob.

My left hand went under his bare right thigh. Eventually, my hand went to the inside of his thigh, which he thoroughly enjoyed. My guy ejaculated. He was completely out of it. It was nice to see.

We rested for a bit before we cleaned up. He gave me some hand sanitizer, too.

He told me to look up. I was looking at his moonroof. He was dopey. He had meant behind me.

He had told me that he'd get me a lapdesk for my iPad and more. It was sitting behind our heads. It was nice.

"I love it!" I exclaimed. "Thank you! You spoil me."
"No, I don't," he replied. "I don't do it enough."

We hugged and talked for a while. My guy promised to send me his travel itinerary and hotel details. It is exciting to go somewhere with him, even though it's a business trip for him and some much needed time off for me. Yay!