Crazy travel plans and a lovetap for being bad

Geez, it has been a while. I will post about all the craziness that happened last week in a bit. I'm exhausted.

I made it to my European destination today on a couple of hours of sleep. It was painful transferring from one method of transportation to the next. I'll explain what actually happened versus what was supposed to happen in a future post.

On a good note, I took my guy to the airport on Friday. I helped roll a couple of his luggage pieces from his side of his car (he had taken them all out of his trunk) over to my car at work.

"Don't touch anything!" he said to me, looking at my rolling his computer bag over.
"You don't let me touch anything," I protested, caressing his perfectly uniform head.
"You can touch my head. Just don't do any heavy lifting," he said, passing by me and smacking my left buttock.
"That hurt! You're mean!" I replied.

It was fun. He loves when I caress his cleanly shaved head. I like getting a lovetap for being his bad girl.

Restaurant date and a light lovetap

My guy called me on his way to the office.

"I'm on the highway. I should be there at 4 pm or 4:10 pm," he advised.
"Do you mean 4:20 pm or 4:30 pm?" I teased.
"Noooo," he replied.
"I'm at work right now," I advised.
"Really? Why so early?" he asked me.
"I've been running errands for over three hours. I needed to empty my bladder, so I'm at work," I explained.
"I see. Okay, I'll see you in a bit. Happy peeing!" he said.
"Thanks! Save driving," I replied.

Just after 4 pm, he called me again.

"Hey, I'm at the restaurant," he said.
"Cool. I'm about two minutes away. I'm nearly there," I replied.

I managed to park next to his car. We both got out. I had misplaced my wallet, but managed to find it in my computer bag.

"How are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm good. How about you?" I asked.
"Great," he replied.

He held the restaurant door open. I went through it and he lightly smacked my left buttock.

I gasped in a fake surprised expression, except that I was happy. He smiled. He likes when he makes me happy and horny.

Being polite and slapping my butt

Although there are some capitalization and spelling issues, I found this image on Instagram:

Sounds like my guy. I love it all!

Getting lost, and laughing in the car and in bed

This week has been crazy at work. Our team finally got our work done for a major software release.

It also helped that my guy has been at the office all week. We go out for lunch, which helps me stay sane while enjoying his company.

After lunch on Thursday, he drove us back to the office. We held hands, as usual.

"Did I tell you that I couldn't find my car in Dubai for an hour?" he asked me.
"Nope, you probably thought that I'd laugh," I replied.
"Well, it took me an hour to locate it," my directionally challenged guy admitted.
"How did you eventually find it?" I asked him.
"I walked around and around," he said, smiling.
"I liked when you told me about walking up the street from our hotel in Istanbul. You walked so much that you couldn't remember how to get back. You hailed a cab. I then laughed while we were cuddling in bed, you hiked up my panties and smacked my bottom a few times," I recalled.
"Yes, because you were a bad girl," he reasoned.

It was funny to me. I will risk getting a few smacks for the chuckle. It's who he is. He's my sweet guy.

From cuddling to quality time

On Sunday, my guy wanted to cuddle with me. So, we headed over to my car. He got into the backseat. I drove us to a quiet location of the parking lot and joined him.

We cuddled. I love when we do. I feel safe in his arms.

He lightly smacked by backside.

"I'm good!" I exclaimed.
"You are never good," he said, continuing to spank me lightly.
"I thought that we were going to cuddle," I said, enjoying being in his arms.

I could tell that he liked the time that we had. He stopped the lovetaps. Instead, we kissed. I have missed his full lips for a while. He felt the same way about mine.

He unzipped my jacket and played with my breasts. He then placed his hand under my shirt and brought out my breasts from my bra, playing with my hard nipples.

He wanted to finger my butt. He had his hand partway down my backside. I didn't feel like it. Instead, he went to the front door, so to speak. He unzipped my jeans and pleasured me until I came.

It was nice. I was dopey and lethargic.

We kissed a bit more. I strategically placed my hand on his crotch. Yep, his member was hard. I kept caressing it. Finally, we let his hard cock out for me to do a handjob. My guy played with my breasts some more as I continued to jerk him off. He came all over my hand. We were both happy.

Naturally, we cleaned up. We hugged a bit more and woke up. I then drove him over to his car. We kissed and hugged.

I wished him a safe drive to Montreal. He did the same for me, but I was driving home.

He made it safely to Montreal. He called me hours later. It was a good thing that he left two hours before the snow hit Scarborough. He missed all that nastiness. He only misses me.

Snow, David Bowie, and an afternoon date at Starbucks

It seems like ages since I last wrote. Between dealing with snow at long last and the sad passing of David Bowie, I have neglected blogging for a bit.

I was fortunate to see David Bowie once in Winnipeg. It was an amazing show at the old Winnipeg Arena. It must have been back in 2004. He was an amazing artist and musician. He also loved to read and had a wonderful sense of humour. He will be missed.

My guy is in Montreal for work. He's away for a good two weeks. He promised to buy me bagels. He's such a sweet guy.

We met up on Sunday at Starbucks. He calls it Stealbucks because he finds the prices inflated. However, he ordered a coffee that day, which kept him awake for his entire road trip to Montreal. So, his regard for the store is changing.

He actually arrived at Starbucks before I did. It was different. Normally, I am waiting for him. Anyway, I called him and said that I saw him in the parking lot. We got out of our cars. He walked over to me. We then walked over to the cafe.

He gave me a side hug. He also gave me several lovetaps on my left buttocks I loved that.

He ordered a coffee and a croissant. I had a mint tea with a cinnamon swirl coffee cake. We sat at a table in a quaint little corner of the cafe, laughed, chatted, ate, drank, and held hands. It was nice. He looked good in his new wool coat.

"Can we cuddle for fifteen or twenty minutes?" my guy asked me.
"I'd love to, but you're on a tight driving schedule," I replied.
"It's okay. I have time," he said.

We held hands walking out of Starbucks. It was a nice little date that we went on.

H is for hotel

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March question: When did you used to give spankings?

This question is a rather loaded one from Autumn, but it's a good one. I will begin with her questions and her thoughts:

OK, I don't know you very well, so this question may have been answered, but when DID you used to give spankings? I sometimes wonder if I would enjoy it--I certainly love getting them, and I absolutely love-tapping and squeezing my husband's butt, but I'm not sure I would enjoy giving a full out spanking. Tell me your experiences! 

The easiest answer would be to read through the beginning of my blog. I talk about how I am a switch and how I became interested in spanking. At the time, I was married to a man who enjoyed being spanked, so it was easy for me to enjoy giving spankings as much as I enjoyed receiving them.

I think that giving a spanking depends on several factors. For me, I gave birthday spankings growing up, and both experienced and witnessed spankings. It stopped until I started dating my then-boyfriend, who is now my ex-husband, so I had some experience. However, spanking him was my first adult experience.

You obviously need your husband's support. Has he hinted that he would like to trying receiving a spanking?

It doesn't hurt (no pun intended!) to experiment. You can continue giving him love taps or playfully administer a light spanking and see how he feels. It will also allow you to figure out whether you enjoy this role or if you'd sooner be on the receiving end.

For me, I have always been turned on by either my doing the spanking or my getting my backside warmed up. So, go ahead and try it out. You will never know whether you'll truly like it until you start with small steps and work your way up. If it doesn't go well, you know that you'll always have a rosy red bottom to look forward to.

I hope that my answer helps! I wish you all the best.

If you have any questions for me, please let me know in the Comments section. Thanks!

Taking my guy's birthday spanking

I have been thinking about birthday spankings often as of late. I have always enjoyed the ritual of either spanking the special guest of honour on his birthday, or being spanked on my birthday.

My guy doesn't think that he'd like to be spanked. I give him harmless pats and lovetaps now and again. He doesn't object, but it doesn't turn him on the way that spanking turns me on. However, he loves spanking me hard.

His birthday is next month. I am proposing that I get his birthday spanking. It seems fair in that he gets to spank me hard and I get a pink bottom.

I came across this guide on how to give a birthday spanking. In another post, I will customize the steps and tips to suit his birthday spanking that I will receive from him.

Ah, the excitement of planning a birthday spanking for me when it's not even my birthday! No complaints here.

Visiting the bazaar and smacking his backside with a plastic case

My guy has just hopped on his plane to Dubai. I miss him already.

I took a second sick day from work. I have been averaging thirteen hours of sleep for the last two day. It has done a lot of good. I am not coughing as much and I seem to be on the mend. If I can only get rid of the congestion that has clogged my left ear, I may be back to normal.

I am still reliving memories of my trip to Istanbul with my guy. It will have to do until we go on another trip together!

On Friday, we managed to go to one of the many bazaars around the city. This one was on the Asian side of the city, so it was nice to take a ferry to get there. We took many photos along the way.

I got tired of walking. All the crazy walking that I had done over the week had finally caught up with me. My guy was okay with my sitting down while he looked around. He was sweet to buy me a small bag of roasted chestnuts, which seemed to be everywhere in the city. He took one to enjoy while he headed out.

He came back about thirty minutes later. We then looked around for cell phone cases. He bought a couple. I seem to have an addiction, which I openly admitted to my guy. It made him smile.

I asked my guy about a screen protector that he had talked about. Sure enough, he had recommended a tempered glass one. I found one at a store, which was pretty cheap and bought it.

We walked around some more. I ended up buying Turkish apple tea, and a cute saucer and tea cup that I had wanted. We then decided to have some dinner before we would walk around some more.

Since it was our last night there, we went back to Taksim to get some Turkish delight. I was pretty chilled when I sat at a dessert place that had its front door open while my guy was looking for more gifts to bring back. He felt bad at how tired and cold I looked. We got into a taxi and he held me, keeping me warm.

We got back to the hotel and I was feeling better. I got some beer from the lounge. My guy disappeared for a bit while I was taking a shower. He came back moments after I was done and he was in a happy mood. I was applying the glass screen protector onto my phone.

My guy had downed a couple of bottles of beer on an empty stomach. He doesn't normally drink, but he was in a happy, loose mood.

He accidentally sat on my nearly empty container of Tic Tacs. I joked that they were butt-scented, which made me laugh in delight.

At one point, he got up and wiggled his butt at me. He was wearing his boxers and a t-shirt.

My glass screen protector came in a clear plastic case. I couldn't help it. I used it to smack his cute backside.

"Hey, I am the one that should be spanking you!" he said to me.

I got up and hugged him. I then gave him several playful smacks across his bottom. He didn't seem to object.

I kind of like him a bit tipsy. It was fun.

The next day, he told me that he thought that I had used my hand to smack his butt. I told him that it was the plastic case.

Although he has told me that he probably wouldn't like being spanked, he doesn't mind playful lovetaps. He also loves when I grope his backside.

All hope is not lost.

Sleeping in and getting a couple of hard smacks for napping

Last Friday was our last full day in Istanbul. My guy had finished his training session early, so he had the entire day free for us to spend exploring the city. Naturally, we both wanted to sleep in.

Well, my sleeping in ended up being at around 09:00. My guy kept at it. He woke up briefly at around 10:00.

"Is having breakfast really worth it?" he asked me in a sleepy voice, hugging his pillow tightly.
"Are you being philosophical?"
"Is it really worth it to go out to the bazaar?" he asked.
"If you want to sleep away the day, I am okay with that."
"No, I should take you to the bazaar. I love to sleep, though."
"I know. What did you do last weekend when you slept in and housekeeping wanted in?"
"I was too tired to answer the knock on the door. Housekeeping came into the room, saw me in bed, and left."

He's both sweet and funny that way.

Eventually, he did get up and got on with his day. However, it took him a while because he tends to be sluggish under such conditions.

Since we had missed breakfast in the lounge, my guy opted to fetch us some sandwiches across the street. He left his phone in the room. I decided to help him charge it. It only had about 10% of its battery life.

We ate our sandwiches in the room. He proceeded to answer some work e-mails. I was so full from the sandwiches that I ended up lying on my side on the bed.

"Oh, no," he said, placing his hand on my right buttock.
"Are you going to spank me?" I asked him.
"We need to go to the bazaar," he stated.
"Well, I was ready, but you ended up doing other things, so I took a nap," I replied.

He gave me a hard smack across my right buttock. He obviously did not like my remark.

"How come you always give me a lopsided smack like that? What about my left buttock?"
"Are you sure that you know what your asking for?"
"Yes," I said.

Naturally, he complied with my request and I got the same hard smack across my left buttock. My bottom smarted a bit, thanks to the leather paddle spanking that I had received less than twelve hours ago.

We headed out the door. I was a bit sore and horny. And, I had the entire day with my guy. I was one happy girl.

Once bitten, twice spanked

My guy likes giving me lovetaps throughout the day. They lead to wonderful spankings.

I was brushing my teeth. He came into the bathroom, which is spacious. He slapped each buttock several times, saying that I will always be his naughty girl.

The other evening, we went out for dinner, and came back. Kissing, hugging, and more in an elevator to ourselves going up 32 floors is wonderful.

We got into our hotel room where he hugged me from behind and gave me several kisses. He was planning on hanging up his coat.

We have wooden hangers in our closet. He took one and used it across my bottom.

"It has been a long time since I have been spanked by a wooden clothes hanger," I said.  "Bend over," he said.

I loved how it felt. Just ten slaps across my clothed backside. I was turned on. He even used the hanger to rub my crotch and get me excited. I feel bad for the next person using that hanger for their clothes.

My guy and I did some fun role-playing in which he is Mr Meanie and I am the good girl who never deserves to be spanked.

He used the leather paddle across my bottom. He took down my panties. I tried grabbing them and pulling them up, but the smacks got harder. I tried to cover my bare buttocks with my hands, but he slapped my hands away with the leather paddle, and then continued to spank me harder.

It was a fun night. He entered me from behind and made me reach orgasm. I then gave him a handjob.

We then spent the evening laughing and cuddling. He rubbed my sore bottom just before we fell asleep. It was sweet.

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!

Birthday plans and spanking

My guy's birthday is coming up in a couple of months.

I have been a planner all my life. When I was in grade 10, I was the one in my close circle of friends who would negotiate when we'd meet and where, what mall we would shop at, and so on. I had a rough idea of what we would do, but I never planned it like clockwork.

Nothing has changed in that department. I still tick that way.

My guy agrees that I am an organized planner. I already have his birthday gift ready and have an idea of what I would like to do with him that day, provided that he is not on a business trip like the past couple of years.

As you know, I am turned on by a birthday spanking -- both giving and receiving one. My guy does not seem to be interested in getting spanked. However, he does like a lovetap or two on occasion.

I have a couple of options:

• I can playfully spank him on his birthday
• I can take his place and get his birthday smacks

Seeing how much I enjoy being spanked by him, I wouldn't mind the latter. We would both have a fun time!

Friday spanking in New Jersey

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Birthday wake-up spanking

I haven't done much browsing on YouTube lately for birthday spanking videos. If you have been following along from the early stages of my blog, I find birthday spankings to be big turn-on.

My rationale is that I never got such a spanking when I was a kid. Rather, I insisted on getting my much deserved yearly spanking when I became an adult and was with a significant other at the time.

Anyway, this video reminded me of my guy. He has roughly the same build. He's slender. I have given my guy a few lovetaps now and again. He has told me that it doesn't do much for him, but he has never told me that he doesn't like when I do that. What is interesting is that my guy likes when I grope his backside. Sometimes, he'll take my hand and place it on his butt. So, there is hope.

My guy also has a difficult time waking up and getting started with my day. This video is cute.

Of course, it would have been better if my guy were in it, that I were administering his birthday spanking, and that he were over my knee.

A girl can fantasize, right?

"Blurred Lines" parody with a lovetap

Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" was probably one of the most memorable songs that was released this summer. It's a catchy tune, but its video caused some controversy and tons of discussion.

Well, there's a parody. The best part about this video? Check out 1:17 of this over three-minute video:

Although I have given my guy a playful swat or two across his backside, he isn't the type to wear white briefs. Perhaps I should convince him after having seen this video. =)

Soaps and sweetness

This post is a bit different than my usual ones.

When I was twelve years old, a friend introduced me to watching my first soap opera, Days of Our Lives. There are two plot lines that I remember fondly. A few actions have triggered these memories as of late.

As you know, I have been interested in spanking for quite some time. I remember the storyline between John and Isabella quite well. The best storyline segments that have always intrigued me were Isabella's birthday. There was one episode in which Isabella is wearing a cobalt blue dress. John puts her over his knee and gives her a few birthday smacks. I loved watching it, but never had it recorded.

As of late, I have been going through YouTube trying to find this clip. Unfortunately, I have yet to find it. I did find another one where she gets one birthday lovetap. Too bad it's not the best as far as actually seeing John's hand smack Isabella's bottom, but it is there at the 6:05 mark of this clip.

The other storyline involves Kayla and Patch. Kayla was this sweet-looking, blonde woman from a solid, well-grounded family. She was in love with Patch (yes, he wore an eyepatch). He was kind of like the Fonz from Happy Days in that Patch wore a leather jacket, a t-shirt, jeans, but had shaggy dirty-blonde hair.

This storyline reminds me of my guy and me. Well, I am not blonde and my guy doesn't wear an eyepatch. However, Patch had a nickname for Kayla, which was sweetness. For the past month, my guy has been calling me by that nickname, too. I do like it. I have been calling him my sweetie for a while now, simply because he is probably the sweetest man that I have ever been with.

I have yet to share this tidbit with my guy. He is currently on a flight back to Toronto. He is returning home to do laundry and will fly out again to Sweden for a couple of weeks. I will then have him for a week, which is always wonderful.

Treehouse time and it's Wednesday again

Wednesdays seem to be treehouse days as of late. Frankly, I didn't think that this past Wednesday would be one of those occasions.

I got to work and my guy was at his desk, looking like he wanted to take a nap. He didn't notice that I had walked in until I said hi.

I asked how he was. He said that he was okay. To me, that response indicates that he's not as good as he could be. He admitted that he wasn't feeling his normal self. My guess was that he was at his desk. He has been on the road and in meetings as of late. All that activity has suddenly ended. He doesn't exactly know what to do with himself.

I did manage to lift his spirits. He had overheard a conversation that I was having with another writer. I was telling her how much I disliked how one user guide was written by a previous writer. It wasn't useful in that it didn't tell readers how to actually use our software product.

My guy felt the need to add his two cents, basically teasing me about my stance. He truly felt the same way as I did about the user guide, but he likes to see if he can get me worked up.

Somehow, we ended up talking about giving birth on an airplane. I managed to state that I could picture the husband or significant other trying to help with the baby's delivery, but feeling queasy. So, the oxygen masks would drop from the overhead bins, which cracked both of us up.

I decided to get up from my desk and head to the washroom. My guy followed suit.

"You're not following me, are you?" I asked him. I knew that my question was rhetorical.
"Not at all," he said. "It's purely coincidental."

We typically cut through the communal kitchen to head out to the elevators. The kitchen door closed. My guy groped my right buttock. I was turned on and caressed the back of his neck.

We went through the second set of doors. He groped me again. I was even more aroused.

"I don't know what to do now," I admitted, feeling like Jell-O.
"Well, we can fix that after work," he hinted, which meant quality time.
"I'd like that," I admitted. He smiled back at me.

My guy had swiped a box of East Indian sweets that was in the communal kitchen. They were left there by a fellow employee to celebrate the birth of his first child. My guy came up to my desk and offered me some goodies. He then passed them around to others.

He is sweet that way. He always offers these things to me first. The part-time (PT) writer, who annoys me these days, hasn't quite picked up on the fact that he finds her to be phoney and insincere. She proved it to him once again.

"Are you going to the Christmas party?" asked a colleague who was passing by our cubicle area and directed her question at my guy.
"I will be your date," PT yelled out, always overhearing every conversation in the area.
"I don't think that your husband would approve," my guy responded, which shut her down.

Frankly, PT is not exactly a sensitive, caring person. I wasn't annoyed that she had said what she had said. My guy is sweet and I am lucky to have him. However, it was inappropriate and my guy did a good job at telling her no in his own way.

My guy ended up offering home-buying advice to another colleague. I didn't want to interrupt their conversation, but I was ready to leave. So, I said goodnight to both of them and headed out the door. My guy started to pack up, so I knew that my subtle hint had got across just fine.

We drove to our usual spot and got into my guy's car. He helped me take my hoodie off.

"How are you?" he asked me, placing his right hand on my thigh.
"I'm good," I said.
"You're not just good," he pointed out. "You're sweet, sexy, attractive, and wonderful."
"I see that your smooth side is coming out."
"It's the truth," he stated and started kissing me.

As usual, we kissed a lot and often. He touched my left side, which made me giggle. I am a ticklish girl. We continued to kiss. He caressed my breasts. I touched his chest and arm.

He reached down toward the fly of my pants. He was trying to unbutton it, which made me giggle some more. He managed to pull down my pants and my black lacy panties.

He touched my tummy, which continued to make me giggle.

"I like that you're ticklish. It's sweet," he admitted, and kissed my tummy.

My guy fingered my clit. I was fully reclined in the backseat. I was relaxed.

"I have missed touching you," he said. It was my time of the month the last time we were in the treehouse.
"I have missed your touching me, too," I admitted. "I feel like a slut."
"Good," he agreed.
"I'm in the backseat being fingered by a cute guy."

Soon, he had another finger up my butthole. I was so turned in. It took me a few more minutes before I climaxed. I then rested in his arms, as limp as can be. He lightly swatted my bare left buttock. It was sweet.

I snapped out of it after a few moments. We kissed and hugged some more. I recall my guy saying something to me, which prompted me to automatically call him sweetie. He knows that I mean it when I call him by that nickname. I don't say it as often as I should. I do say that he is sweet all the time, though. I don't know why that is. However, we both know that I truly mean it when I use it.

I touched my guy's penis, which I confirmed to both of us that it was erect in his trousers. He undid his belt and trousers, and then slid his briefs down. I gave my guy a handjob. He fingered my butthole again.

"You do know that I have my entire middle finger up your ass?" he asked me rhetorically.
"Yes," I replied. "I like it when you fuck me all the way up my ass."

He came immediately. Moments later, I came. It was a nice moment.

Part two will continue in another post.

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.