Long weekend is nearly here with my new toy

One more workday until my long weekend. Yay!

I'll have lots of time to play with my new toy. I found the online manual. I have read it. I am ready!

Scooter with a kickstand is mine for free!

At work, we have a fitness program. When you hit a certain number of points based on your exercise and wellness progress, you get $75 each quarter to spend on whatever. I tend to get a gift card from Amazon.

We also have a recognition program. The more points you receive from others who recognize you and your accomplishments at work, you can also redeem points towards goods.

I have saved enough through these programs to get a kickstand scooter. I have wanted one for years. When the Razor scooter was popular, I tried it out stateside at Sam's Club. I rode it up and down an aisle and loved it.

Perhaps down the road, I will consider an electric version. For now, I'm pleased with the manual version. I figure that I can get more exercise out of it and it weighs less.

I get to pick it up later today. I am so excited!

Some things never change with my guy

My guy is at the office for the next two weeks. It means that I get to see him more often.

On Monday, he picked me up in his stick-shift 70's car. It was my first time seeing and riding in it. The muffler was loud.

After lunch, I teased him, as usual.

"Do you know where you parked?" I asked him.
"Over there," he said, pointing at the general vicinity of the parking lot.
"Some things never change," I pointed out.
"Yes, for sure," he replied.
"Can I drive your car?" I asked him.
"Nope. Some things never change," he smiled.

It was nice spending a bit of time with him.

Chatting with my guy about stick shifters

My guy called me as he was driving back from a small town forty minutes away from where he lives.

"What were you doing there?" I asked him.
"I'm getting a shifter for my classic car," he said.

He explained that he can't shift between gears well on the existing one.

"The shifter needs to be tight," he explained.
"Yes, I have lots of experience with your shifter being tight," I teased.

He was telling me that he found some in the States, but duty and shipping fees would kill him. I reminded him that I was driving over the border in less than two weeks. I advised that he could ship it to the hotel where I am staying and I'd drive back with it.

He loved that I would do that for him. I just asked him to let me know when he has completed his order. I'd then drop it off to him when I return from my weekend getaway.

Classic car meet classic spanking threat

For a while, my guy has wanted to get a classic car. He bought a 1978 Monte Carlo.

"I love it. It's manual," he said.
"Cool. When can I drive it?" I teased.
"Um, I'm not bringing it to work," he said.
"That's okay. I'll drop by your place on the weekend," I said.
"It won't be there," he said.
"I'll stay at your place until you let me drive it," I said.
"I'll have to spank you every day," he hinted.
"It's a good tradeoff, I think," I said.

I like when he plays a mean guy.

Purple massage gifts from my guy

Before I drove my guy to the airport, he had a plastic bag in his hand.

"I got you some goodies. These are for you," he said.
"Thanks! What's the occasion?" I asked him.
"They were purple. I just wanted to get them for you," he said.

As of late, I have noticed a theme. For my birthday, he got me a cool massager for my neck, back, and more.

The two purple items are also massage-related. One was a finger massager, which is wonderful. The other one was a manual roller massager for your calves, thighs, and whatever else.

My guy knows that I like to unwind. He also wants to make sure that I am relaxed. He knows that purple is my favourite colour. He's thoughtful, as usual. He is also a good gift giver.

Cars and a looming spanking

When my guy and I last chatted, I teased him about driving his future manual transmission car.

"I can't wait to drive it," I said.
"No, you won't be driving it," he said.
"What's about we'll see?" I said.
"We'll see that you don't," he replied.
"No, I'm your good girl. I can drive it," I stated boldly.
"You are my bad girl. You are never good," he argued.
"No, I'm good. You haven't spanked me, so I must be good," I pointed out.
"I'll need to deal with that soon," he admitted.

I like when a spanking is looming.

Fifty Shades Freed - letting me drive the car

I have hinted that there are some scenes in Fifty Shades Freed that remind me of conversations that I have had with my guy or scenes that we have actually played out together.

It's not all sex, of course.

Ana asks Christian if she can drive his car. He firmly says no every time that she asks him. I have had the same experience with my guy when it came to driving his manual car.

Later on in the movie, Christian lets Ana drive his car. Although my guy had sold his manual car before I could drive it, he did let me drive his current car. It was an early birthday present to me. It was a huge moment for both of us and a wonderful gift from him.

Perseverance does pay off.

A handjob and a hug to avoid my driving his car

Teasing my guy over how possessive he is about his car is fun. It shows how playful we are.

On the weekend, I was cold in the treehouse. He had no choice but to start his car, as my hands were colder than his. This situation is fairly rare.

I didn't mention that, after he had spanked and pleasured me, we cuddled for a bit. My hand automatically rested on his crotch.

"You're mighty hard," I said, in a relaxed tone.
"I am," he admitted.

I was playing with his hard cock in his pants as if it were a manual stick shift. I shifted gears, which was enjoyable.

"I'm in third gear," I said proudly.
"You drive me nuts," he said to me.
"I'm playing with your nuts, too," I joked.

I wondered whether his jeans would split open because his hard member seemed to be expanding by the second. He had no choice but to pull down his jeans and underwear, and let me play with his erect penis.

I gave him a handjob. He liked the visual of my licking his member like a popsicle. I like to call it a cocksicle these days. You would think that he couldn't get any harder. Nope, it happened to my delight and surprise!

He did reach orgasm. I feel proud that I helped out. We cleaned up and cuddled some more.

When it was time for us to head our separate ways, we both got out of his car.

"I will now drive your car," I said, making a move to get into the driver side.

My guy has pretty good reflexes. He pulled me over to him, and we kissed and hugged. He then shifted me a bit.

When we separated from our embrace, I looked at him.

"You shifted me because you wanted to stop me from driving your car, right?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said sweetly, standing in front of the driver's side of his car, as if he were guarding it.
"I love teasing you," I said, looking sweetly at him.
"I love being teased by you," he said, knowing that it's true.

We hugged and kissed some more before we drove home in our own cars.

Lunch plan changes, car sold, and airport rides

My guy and I had talked about having lunch on Tuesday. My guy indicated that he'd be at work by 1 pm. He had a flight at 4:20 pm. I teased him about how appropriate the time was for weedy guy.

At around 11 am on Tuesday morning, my guy called me. I could tell that he was concerned.

"I put up my car for sale twelve hours ago. I just sold it this morning," he said, breaking the news.
"Wow, that was fast. Are you okay?" I asked him.
"I'm going through withdrawal symptoms, but I"m okay," he admitted.
"I won't be able to drive your manual car," I said in a disappointed tone.
"I did offer to let you drive it," my guy insisted.
"Yes, when we were both dopey. It's not good to be dopey and operating a vehicle," I reasoned.
"True," he admitted. "I am taking a taxi to the airport. If you'd like to still meet for lunch, you'll need to pick me up at the terminal."
"Okay. You'll be checking your bag in first, correct?" I asked him.
"Yes," he confirmed.

To make a long story short, I met him at the airport after 2 pm. He had a bit of a wait to check his luggage in. Meanwhile, I had figured out where the cell phone parking lot was, so I waited there for his call.

When my guy called me and indicated that he was finally done, I drove over to the departures level.

"I see your car, bluie," he replied. "It looks like you're speeding, as usual."
"I see you," I replied, recognizing his wave and admiring how good he looked.

He hopped in my car and we drove over to our old Chinese restaurant that we used to hang out at. The woman there immediately recognized us. It has been nearly a year since we were both there. She remembered what dishes we both liked. I think that it helps that my guy and I love the food there, and that I gave it a great review on Yelp.

We enjoyed eating our meals as we chatted.

"How's your backside these days?" my guy asked me.
"The soreness is nearly gone," I reported.
"That's impressive," he replied, admiring his spanking skills.
"It was a good spanking," I complimented him.
"Good! You deserved it. I also got a confession from you that you are a very bad girl," he said with a smile.
"We know that it's not true," I hinted.
"It's still a confession from a cute girl," he replied.
"You're sweet."

After lunch, I drove my guy back to the airport, holding his hand all the way there. It's always nice that we are affectionate. He also likes the added bonus that my hand ends up warming his cold hand.

We hugged once we arrived at the terminal. It was nice. I wished him a good flight. Luckily, it's a short trip. He flies back on Thursday.

Horny, dopey, and happy

After my guy and I had lunch on Tuesday, we drove over to our regular parking spot. We had some quality time in my guy's backseat.

His car's backseat (a.k.a. the treehouse) has a middle section for drinks. It looks like a tray. So, it's not the best for him to put me over his knee for a spanking. We did make the most of it, though.

We kissed. A lot. It was nice. I have missed how sweet and wonderful his kisses are.

He made me orgasm rather quickly. The same happened when he ejaculated. We were both horny.

After we had cleaned up, we ended up chatting in a dopey state of mind.

"You can drive my car back to the office," my guy said.
"Really? You trust a dopey girl to drive your precious manual car while you are dopey?" I asked him.
"Sure. I love you."

It is easy to take advantage of him when he is dopey and vulnerable. However, I wasn't comfortable driving his car for the first time when we were both lethargic. Instead, we let it wear off a bit.

We both agreed later on that he'd let me drive his car under his supervision. I am definitely making progress! He observed that I am relentless. Hard work does pay off.

Using a heat and back massager after being spanking, and missing each other

My guy is in Dubai for the next couple of weeks. We have been chatting on Skype these days.

For my birthday, he bought me a back massager for the car. It heats the lower back and butt areas. Only the lower back gets a massage.

"I haven't tried out your great gift yet. My back hasn't been achy thankfully. My butt isn't sore for your punishing me, either" I replied.
"I'm glad that you like it," he said.
"I have been a good girl, so I won't be using it for a while."
"No, you're a naughty, naughty girl. When I am around, I will definitely spank you and have you try out your present."

My guy told me that he missed me so much. He even said that I could drive his manual car under close supervision.

"You can trust me. I should have offered valet service before you left," I teased.
"I will let you drive my car when I am with you," he replied.
"Wow, are you sure that you're feeling okay?" I asked him.
"Yes. I would let you do anything. You're my sweetie."

And, he's my sweetie, too.

I work with a few idiots, but I love a sweet guy who wants to spank me

There are some folks at work who are difficult to work with. I have mentioned this issue in a recent post, but there are two colleagues that are annoying these days:

• A project manager who comes to her own conclusions about me, despite the fact that I have met every tight deadline. She hints that I am jeopardizing teams in which I belong. Yet, she holds a grudge against me for some reason and can't absorb the facts out there.
• A software developer who insists that I was given a design document to read at the same time as the rest of the team. He also insists that I should continue to ask all developers whether there is work for me to do, rather than the reverse of having developers tell me what they are working on.

It's frustrating. However, it made me realize just how immature they are. I don't want to be like that. Corrupt. Evil. Count me out.

My manager has been a good champion. He fully believes me and my struggle to do my job. After all, why would I lie about that?

I told my guy about it on Skype. He told me to just do what I do. He reinforced that I am an excellent writer and that they are jerks.

He knows how to make me feel better.

Of course, I nagged him about driving his car.

"I should have driven your car after I had taken your keys," I admitted.
"If you had done that, I would spank you hard for doing that," he told me.
"But, I am your good girl," I pleaded.
"You need a lot of punishment, which I am happy to dish out when I see you in a couple of days," he stated firmly.
"That's not good. I'll be sitting on a plane the following day with a sore butt," I reasoned.
"Good," he replied.
"You are such a Mr Meanie!" I exclaimed.
"That's my job," he said, probably grinning.

He's sweet.

Snatching his car keys while he's dopey

The other day, after my guy had ejaculated hard in the treehouse, he sat there all dopey. He's sweet that way.

I playfully managed to reach over and take his car keys out of his right pocket of his jeans. I now know how I can drive his manual car. All I need to do is make him reach orgasm and then make my move.

"Hey, give me back my keys!" he said in a sleepy tone.
"I get to drive your car. Yay!" I teased.
"You are taking advantage of me when I can't do anything," he admitted.
"I like it," I said, smiling.

It really is fun teasing him. The next challenge was to get him to the airport and have him stand up on his own.

I did manage to drive him over there. He slowly started sobering up.

"Give me back my keys," he said to him once I was parked on the departures level.
"Okay," I said, holding out the keys, but then taking them away when he went to grab them.

I did give them back.

"See, I am a good girl," I stated proudly.
"You are never a good girl. I will spank you hard when I return," he promised.

We got his luggage out of my car's trunk. He embraced and kissed.

My guy is in Dubai for nearly two weeks. He's halfway done, so it's not as bad as it sounds.

My guy said that I can drive his manual car!

It has been practically a week since I last wrote. All is well. 

I am spending my evenings talking to my guy on Skype. Our timezones differ by an hour, so we chat at night. It tends to cut into my time blogging.

The other night, my guy and I were getting it on during our chat. It was wonderful. We were lethargic afterwards.

My guy is thinking about buying an older Volkswagen Beetle, which would be a manual car.

"Oh, good. I can drive your bug once you get it," I said.
"You can do whatever you want," he said.

It helps that he lusts after me. I can make him agree to anything, including finally driving a manual car. Go, me!

Manicure and manual car

I had sent my a photo of my manicure that I got while in Anaheim to my guy the other day. I got pink nail polish. My guy wrote to me the other day and indicated that he liked it.

I have received a number of compliments on my manicure that have been mainly from women. My guy is the only exception.

He is travelling to Mexico this weekend. It will be nice to talk more with him.

Before I left for my trip, I teased him again about driving his manual car when we were going for lunch.

"I can drive your car, you know," I said to him.
"You will... in the distant future," he said, smirking.
"Distant?!" I responded.
"At least I didn't say never," he teased.

I suppose that it's a good sign. He didn't tell me no or change the subject, like he usually does. I am making progress.

Teasing my guy to let me drive his car and getting a spanking threat

I like teasing my guy to let me drive his baby, which happens to be his car that has a manual transmission. He simply refuses to let me drive it. I am persistent, though.

On Monday, we went out for lunch. We walked over to his car. He was waiting for me to walk over to the passenger side of his car. Instead, I extended my hand out for the keys on the driver's side.

"I can drive," I said, waiting for his keys to land in the palm of my hand.
"Nice try," he said to me, smiling.
"You're so mean!"

On Tuesday, we went into a Tim Horton's store. He got a coffee and a pecan danish. He bought me a small raspberry frozen lemonade. We held hands. He was holding his car keys, too.

"I should take your keys and drive your car now," I said, playfully tugging at them.
"No, you will not. They are my keys! Take them and I will have to punish you hard."

We should go to Timmy's more often.

Hot dogs and an upcoming spanking

Conversations that my guy and I have are fun. Part of our conversation the other day went like the following:

"I'm hungry and I don't know where to go to grab a bite to eat," I said to my guy as I was driving (my phone was connected to my bluetooth speakerphone in my car).
"Why don't you go to Costco and get a hot dog?" he suggested.
"What?!" I questioned, as if I had heard him incorrectly. "You're letting me get a hot dog?"
"Yes," he replied.
"See, miracles can come true," I stated factually. "When you come back, I will drive your car."
"Um, no," he replied.
"Sure, I will. I may need another two years to convince you, but it will happen. I am a good girl after all," I hinted.
"You will never be a good girl. If I weren't away, you'd have a sore butt."
"No, you're wrong. I'm definitely a good girl," I teased.
"When I am back, the first matter is to punish you and give you a hard spanking," he said.

I love our conversations. He does, too.

T is for things are looking brighter, telephone, and texting

At work, my manager sits next to me. It is a different type of working relationship that has blossomed into a friendship. It's a first for me.

Back in December of last year, a writer, who was highly defensive, quit. I was reviewing the entire team's work for quality. Instead, what I wanted to do career-wise was sidetracked. I had to not only take over her responsibilities, but needed to preserve most of mine.

I was miserable. I told my boss that it was time for me to look for a new job. I revamped my resume and sent it out for various positions.

Lately, I have resorted to eating at my desk like I used to when I was the lone writer. I don't like doing it, but it is better than my putting even more overtime on weeknights. The last thing that I want to do is work on the weekends.

My manager has slowly tried to keep me from leaving. He has finally succeeded.

My boss and I had a talk last week. Early next month, two interns join our team, so I will be training them as I have done in the past with the previous two interns. A writer from a different group in South America will be joining our team, too.

The plan? I go back to reviewing the team's written work on top of working with the interns. The interns take over my work on two development teams. The new writer takes over my work on my third team. Yes, I am on three different agile teams, which is both crazy and ludicrous when it comes to my workload of being the lead writer.

I am happy. I had another talk with my manager on Tuesday, who confirmed that this plan is going ahead. Yay!

As for my guy, I am missing him these days. At work on Tuesday, I managed to park my car in front of his. Of course, I am itching to tease my guy by telling him that he should let me drive his manual car while he is away.

Whenever I am travelling in the States, I change my SIM card in my phone and go with a cheaper phone, text, and data plan than my regular cell phone provider. After work on our first full day in Seattle, my guy tried calling my regular cell phone number. When he got back to the hotel, he had wondered what had happened to me. I told him that I have a different number and texted it to him.

My guy has some decent company perks. Since he travels a lot, our company pays for his cell phone and plan, including travel data packs. So, it's perfectly fine for me to text and call his cell phone in the States with my different SIM card. I would not be that fortunate and would probably fork half my paycheque out if I did the same with my regular cell phone plan.

My favourite text exchange was on Friday afternoon. We had discussed having lunch together before my guy left work work. It didn't pan out, though.

MG: Hi, guys want me to have lunch with them to ask some questions. Sorry our lunch plans have to be cancelled. Will see you shortly after lunch.
Me: Hey, no problem. Just need to deal with you later about that. =) I'm music-shopping. Ping me when you're done. Enjoy lunch and hope the questions aren't too hard.

When we text, we actually write full sentences. We don't find that weird at all. We aren't too crazy about short forms, which is nice.

My guy did call me when he had arrived at the mall, in a specific store. It was nice to hear his voice. I had to ask him where he was. I found him in the men's clothing section. It would have been much worse had I asked my directionally challenged guy to find me in the store!

We did spent our final night in Seattle shopping, eating, laughing, and more.

M is for manual, s(t)imulated stick shift

One night in Seattle, after my guy and I had come back from shopping, we cuddled for a bit. My guy was horny. The feeling was mutual.

My guy removed his pants and briefs, and let me play with his hard cock. I had a bit of fun with it.

He won't let me drive his manual transmission car. His car is his baby. I tease him about it often.

Well, since I won't be driving his manual car until he cracks, I decided to simulate driving his manual stick instead. I actually changed gears from first to sixth.

"What if your car has a seventh gear? What do I do? And, how do I reverse?" I asked him, after I had simulated driving a manual car with his erect member.
"Just jerk me off!" he said.

He's funny. We had a good evening.

The next day, my guy remarked about my driving his stick shift.

"I never knew that you could do that," he said to me, smiling.
"See, if I can drive your stick shift, I can drive your car just fine," I teased.

I enjoy teasing him. He likes when I do it, too.