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.

My guy marking up the price of laundry soap

My guy called me yesterday afternoon to chat.

"I went to our favourite liquidation centre last Friday," he reported.
"Great! What did you get?" I asked.
"I got two buckets of our favourite laundry soap. It was going for $15 each," he noted.
"Cheap, indeed. It's practically half price," I indicated.
"Yes," he agreed. "If you want a bucket, I can sell you one for $25."
"But, you got it for $15. You're marking it up just for me?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied.
"You're so mean. My boyfriend is not only a cheap bastard, but a meanie. You can take that laundry soap and shove it up you-know-where," I replied.
"At least my colon will be clean," he joked.
"I will be far away when you explode," I noted.

Naturally, my guy was joking. I brought it up again later on in our conversation, so he knew that he had to make it up to me.

It's a good start to the year so far!

Keeping his word by spanking me

On Friday night, we had this conversation over the phone while we were both driving home in our respective cars:

"Starbucks is expensive," my guy remarked, favouring Tim Hortons more.
"Starbucks is good, just like me," I said.
"You are never good! I am going to punish you tomorrow," he replied.
"No, I'm a good girl. Maybe I shouldn't come see you," I teased.
"No, you will come and I will make you cum," he insisted.
"You want to see me because you miss me," I hinted.
"I miss punishing you," he pinpointed.
"You're so mean!" I replied.

He kept his word. I am sitting here with a sore backside. All is well!

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.

R is for rubbing my sore butt

My guy used a leather paddle, his leather belt, plastic mixing spoons, and his hand to punish me while I was on vacation and he was working during the daytime in Seattle. I loved it all.

Towards the end of the week, when he used the leather paddle, I had no choice but to rub my sore backside afterwards. He smiled at me.

"That hurt," I said like a little girl, continuing to rub my warm bottom as I stood next to him.
"Good. You know that you deserved all of it," he said, smiling.
"No, you're just Mr. Meanie," I said, enjoying this ritual of whining about how sore my butt is.
"That's my job, sweetie," he said, giving me one final smack as he hit the showers.

My guy was nude. For the extra hard smack that I got, it was worth seeing him walk away as I admired his nice, attractive body from afar.