Holiday panties and thong set for being nice and naughty

I have panty subscription service. I get a cute pair of panties every couple of months.

I just looked at the festive holiday versions that you can get on top of your regular subscription. I love them!

Unfortunately, Blogger is not letting me upload any photos right now. I'm getting a server error. I'll simply have to describe what they look like.

The panties version has NICE written on the backside in yellow letters. The panties are a festive green.

There is also a cheery red thong with NAUGHTY written on the back waistband. The thong looks comfortable, which has always been my main concern when it comes to wearing one.

Yep, I will get them and hope that I can upload photos of them when they do arrive. I am both naughty and nice, after all!

Happy Halloween - being naughty

It has been so busy that I completely forgot to wish everyone who enjoys Halloween a safe and scary one!

I live around the corner from an elementary school. Halloween is important on my street. I'm the type who loves shelling out candy and giving out full-sized chocolate bars. Why? You need about five of the treat-sized ones to feel like you actually ate something!

My guy and I had this chat earlier in the day:

"So, what are you going to be for Halloween?" he asked me.
"Nothing special. I'm going to wear my M&M's outfit," I replied.
"I know how much you love M&M's," he remarked.
"How about you?" I asked him.
"I'm always your Mr. Meanie," he answered.
"I must be your naughty M&M's girl then," I replied.
"You sure are. I like spanking my sweet girl," he replied.

Halloween is also a good time for a spanking. Then again, pretty much any day is a good one for me.

My guy's version of VPN is much better

I have been packing here and there each day. I am starting to see the finish line. There are a few items that I need to fetch from the drug store before I head off to Shanghai.

Yesterday afternoon, my guy and I were chatting about various topics. One of them was my getting access to a Virtual Private Network (VPN).

"I got VPN access, so I'm ready to try it out," I advised.
"What does VPN stand for? Very Pornographic and Naughty?" he asked.
"I want to be in your VPN," I replied.
"You are," he replied.

He's fun.

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.

Cell phone restored from water damage

This post is a mild segue from my intended spanking experience that happened last Saturday.

A cell phone owner's worst nightmare finally happened to me. I dropped my cell phone in water.

The good news is that I quickly retrieved, cleaned, and dried my iPhone off. Everything seemed to function. Well, that's what I thought.

I could still use my phone as I normally would. I listened to podcasts through bluetooth in my car. I could plug in my earbuds and listen to music. E-mail and browsing was fine.

I woke up on Tuesday and didn't hear my phone's alarm. I woke up to my trusty alarm on my ancient iPod touch. I have had this iPod touch for probably nine years. It doesn't die and it works well as an alarm clock.

My morning wake-up routine consists of streaming music. I heard nothing. I tried playing songs on my phone. Nothing. My speakers were dead on my phone.

When a colleague over a year ago had dropped her phone into the toilet at work, I told her to stick it in a bag of rice. She did that and her phone was saved. I decided to do the same to see if my speakers would come back to life. I also read online that sticking a Q-tip in the earphone part and moving it around will soak up some of the water.

I stuck my phone in a bag of rice at 07:30. I retrieved my phone at 22:00. I used a Q-tip on my phone's earphone area and then powered on my iPhone. Guess what? My speakers work again!

Earlier in the day, my guy and I had a lunch date. I told him about my dropping my phone in the sink. He said that it's normal and that I did everything correctly.

I am geeky in the sense that I own two phones. Obviously, I use my iPhone. I also have a BlackBerry Passport. I love both of my phones for different reasons.

My guy admired that I chose two completely different phones running different operating systems. They look completely different and function differently. He also liked that I can switch seamlessly between the two.

He's sweet for loving a naughty geeky girl.

Good girl whose backside merits a spanking

The other day, I had sent my guy a work-related presentation about a software feature that affects our work. I caught him on Skype on Thursday afternoon and decided to say hi.

We both need time to figure out how this new feature works. I did some searching and figured out the software architect that he needs to contact for a demo.

"You're good now, but you will pay the price later," he said in a threatening manner.
"What price? I'm a good girl," I confidently stated.
"No, that's never the case," my guy insisted.
"Sure, I am. My butt hasn't been sort for months. Therefore, I have been good," I explained.
"Your butt isn't sore because I haven't been around to make it sore," he replied.
"Nah, that's not it. I'm just a good girl," I insisted.
"When I get off the plane, your butt will be my first target," he said firmly, which made me excited.
"We'll see if you are all talk," I teased him.
"We'll see, sweetie," he replied.

I love when he threatens to spank me. It's also fun playing a good girl who really isn't.

The naughty spoon to accompany the naughty bottom

I came across this wonderful photo on Heidi Klum's Instagram feed.

I love the idea of having a naughty spoon. She has a nice backside.

My guy got me a slotted wooden spoon a couple of months into our being an item. I still have it.

Perhaps I should also call it my naughty spoon and have my guy use it on me whenever I am bad, which would be all the time to him. I can't complain.

U is for uniform - clothes and head

I have a feeling that this post will be a bit different.

Uniform.

I never had to wear a school uniform when I went to school. In high school, when I finally made it to the concert band (I have always enjoyed music), I had to wear a band uniform. It consisted of a tartan kilt that had red, black, and white, a white shirt, a red blazer, black socks and tie, and a hat that was black. Otherwise, I didn't have a dress code at school. I simply had to wear respectable clothing.

At work, most of the places that I have worked for expect business casual attire. My first job required business attire, except for Fridays.

As for role-playing, I tend to be the naughty girl in whatever scenario. I don't really have uniforms either, but I do like wearing either a short skirt or a short pair of shorts. It makes me feel like the bad girl that I am and my guy has easy access to me and my backside. As for tops, my guy likes shirts with buttons and a black bra underneath. What I wear, and eventually do not have on, turns my guy on a ton.

My guy used to shave his head for years, simply because he didn't like that he was starting to grey and was developing a small bald patch. However, since he decided to grow back his hair, I have convinced him that he looks much younger with a head of hair and that he doesn't have as much grey as he thinks.

Getting back on point, my guy has a uniform head. It is perfect. I find it sexy and attractive. I love caressing it, even with his hair. He loves that I do.

A sweet review of the girl with the naughty name's blog (that is, my blog)

It seems like a long time. Then again, this year is blowing by too quickly for my liking.

Back in June, I participated in my first blogging challenge. Each day, you choose a topic to write about and your topic goes through each letter of the alphabet. I knew that it would be difficult for me to accomplish, considering that I had a major deadline that month at work and that I haven't blogged that regularly in years.

Although I thought that I would be going through a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and nervous breakdowns, I survived. I felt good that I had accomplished something important. I also managed to find a number of blogs that I love following.

I wish that I could read a blog from start until finish. I was lucky to have found Han's blog. He has a good mix of post topics. Variety is good. I appreciate his hand at writing poetry and quoting poems from some of my favourite poets, such as Ogden Nash. He also posts intriguing photos that end up being etched in my memory for quite some time. I admire that he participates in far more blog challenges that I have.

We found each other's blogs through this challenge in June. I was flattered one day, a few weeks back, when he left me a message, saying that he was striving to read every post that I have written.

I used to do that with this blog. I have been told that I have a good memory. I am also a reflective person, so reading and reminiscing aren't unusual tasks for me.

I haven't read my older blog posts for a while. It is mainly because this blog can be divided into two distinct sections:

• My life as a married woman, which crumbled and I finally managed to end my marriage after years of knowing that it had a number of issues that could not be resolved.
• My life these days with my guy.

A few days ago, Han left me a message, stating that he wanted to write a post on his blog about mine. Reviews are both exciting and frightening to me. It's nice that someone loves reading every post that you write and comments regularly. On the other hand, it's the I-don't-know-what-he-is-going-to-say and I-may-not-enjoy-blogging-if-the-comments-are-negative feelings that I had. He reassured me by letting me read his draft. He also wanted to make sure that I was okay with the content.

His insight gave me insight on my life, which is refreshing. I could tear people to shreds. I have been through a bunch of negative experiences. I could let them all out on this blog, but it's just not me.

I am a writer by trade. This blog is an outlet for me. I don't talk about my love for spanking to anyone but those who are close to me, so I do just that on my blog. I am connected to people in the blogosphere who share the same passion as I do. These days, I am spanked more than dishing spankings out. It is an ongoing, exciting journey for me. I want to share these experiences, which has not changed since I started my blog.

And, yes, it took one reader who was upset that I wasn't customizing my blog post for his liking that made me review all comments here prior to publishing them. As much as I love readers following along, I do blog for myself first. It's just sweeter when readers enjoy what I blog about, too.

So, thanks again to Han for taking the time to read practically all my blog posts by now. Thanks to you, my readers, for your support. 

I am approaching 500 posts. Han made the observation that I have been blogging on and off for nine years. Wow! There are some rather large periods of my being away -- mainly from my divorce, from back surgery, and from my master's degree. Each blog post is a snapshot of a moment in my life, similar to taking a photo. I wouldn't delete any of these snapshots, whether good or nasty.

Perhaps I should go back and read my blog posts and see how far I have come.

Thanks,

Cutiebootie (a.k.a. the girl with the naughty name)

Friday: the beginning and end

I am behind (no pun intended) in my blog posts this week. I do have the urge to write a few things down at this hour.

Before I left for lunch, I asked my guy online if it was okay for me to crash his meeting this afternoon. He said that there was a spot for me in the training room.

Well, I got to the room and it was practically a full house. My guy introduced me as the writer, joking that any complaints about our documentation should go to me.

You can tell that my guy and I have chemistry, as we feed off each other when it comes to humour. I indicated that didn't like the sounds of that statement and threatened to leave the room. Everyone laughed at our banter.

It was a fun, informative session. We basically were like a comedic team. I even got to shake the hands of several new employees there.

We both had a meeting at 16:30. We left the training room and headed to the elevators. We had an entire elevator to ourselves.

It has been ages since we have been in this scenario. We kissed passionately. I enjoyed caressing my guy's head in my hand. My guy was caressing my right breast.

We got to our meeting. We sat facing each other. At one point, my guy sneaked in a wink, which was cute. He did motion as I was about to leave work that he wanted treehouse time. I was game. He winked at me again.

A future post will talk about our treehouse experience. At the end of our time together, we had this conversation while my guy was groping my left buttock.

"I need to punish you more," he said. "We have been so focused on other things that I have not been punishing you as often as I should."
"That's because I have been good," I said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Noooo!" he objected. "You are always bad."
"That's not true," I said in a girlie tone.
"Next week, I will spank you hard. But, you'll be wearing pants and not a skirt like today."
"But, I want to wear a skirt. We're in a heatwave and you have easier access to my backside. That's what you have taught me," I reasoned with him.
"When I see your legs, I get horny," he admitted.
"There's nothing wrong with that," I teased. "You can spank me for disobeying your clothing request."

He liked that. I politely asked him to stop talking about spanking me. I admitted to him that I was getting turned on, but was perfectly content after having our quality time. Our next meeting is on Monday. 

Getting spanked and finding myself in dopey mode

Last Friday was my last day of a four-day training course. I got to work later than usual, thanks to waiting for the slowest train you could encounter that was crossing a major street. I have no idea why this street does not have an overpass for trains. I don't even understand why a long cargo train would crawl that slowly during rush hour.

Anyway, I got to work at around 08:40 after I had taken an alternative route. My guy got to work even later. He told me that traffic going eastbound along highway 401 was horrible. He actually had to take the 403 to get to work. So, he arrived at 09:40.

As you know, my guy and I keep a working relationship when we're at work. On Friday, it was too difficult for us. Just when I thought that my guy couldn't get any sweeter than he already is, he completely proves me wrong.

He walked into the training room, passed by me, and discreetly poked my right side. Of course, I immediately squirmed, for I am ticklish. I asked him later if the poke was deliberate. It was.

Lunch time had finally arrived. Practically everyone evacuated the training room. My guy came back about fifteen minutes later and noticed that I was still there.

"How come you didn't come upstairs?" he asked me. "Is it that bad?"
"I just don't want to talk to the part-time writer," I admitted. "Every time she opens her mouth, I feel like I have to challenge whatever nonsense come out of her."

My guy nodded. He got his sandwich and sat next to me. We ate and talked. He then went over to the window and closed the blinds.

He sat next to me again. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. We kissed for quite a bit. My left hand held his. My right arm was giving him a side hug. I then proceeded to rub his head.

We stopped for a brief period. My guy went to lock the main door.

He came back and made me come. It was quite the lunch break. My guy had to comment again about the double v-neck sweater that I had worn to work the other day. He felt that it was feminine and sexy. I wanted to blush!

We spent another few hours in the course. When our class was over, we headed upstairs.

We got into the lunch room. I was leading the way.

"Stop!" he said. I did. We kissed. He groped my buttocks. I was melting.
"How am I supposed to go back and do work?" I asked him rhetorically.

My guy is off to The Hague next week. We talked for a bit before we called it a week.

We got into an empty elevator. Yes, we kissed some more as if we were high school sweethearts. He groped my buttocks again. I felt like Jell-O!

"How about we spend some time in the treehouse?" he proposed.
"Sounds good," I said.
"You can ride with me," he said.

So, we got in his car and he drove us to our regular spot. We climbed into the backseat. He showed me a wool sweater that he had bought. It felt nice. It was blue, which he looks good in.

We continued to kiss. He made me reach orgasm again by simply rubbing me with my jeans on.

It wasn't enough. We both knew it. He put his hand down my jeans and panties. He fingered my butt and my clit. Moments later, I climaxed. It was nice. I was starting to get dopey.

I touched his cock, which was as hard as a rock. He whispered in my ear.

"Today isn't about me. It's about you," he said, gently moving my hand away from his member and carefully placing my hand on my lap as he kissed me.

He lightly slapped by backside four times. He then gave me a few hard smacks over my jeans.

"What's that for?" I asked innocently.
"It's for being a bad girl," he stated, pinching each cheek in between smacks.
"I don't think I deserved to be punished," I reasoned. It didn't matter to him, as he continued to work on my backside.
"You are such a slut," he said. "You've been naughty. Do you agree?"
"I've been a good girl," I said defiantly.
"Oh, really?" he said in a surprised tone.

I pushed the right button. He spanked me hard. For the first time, he spanked me six times in rapid succession. He normally spanks me methodically. He was spanking me both out of pleasure and in a disciplining, you-need-this-punishment way, which was an incredible turn-on.

He pinched my backside as hard as he was spanking me. I loved it. My butt was getting sore. He scolded me during the entire session. I liked it.

He stopped and kissed me. We hugged for a bit. My guy wanted to touch me. He undid my jeans and played with my clit.

"You are really wet," he told me.
"Is that surprising to you?" I said with a smile.

Yep, he pleasured me so well that I came again.

"You are so easy to pleasure," he said.
"You do a great job," I said, in quite a dopey state of mind.
"You deserve it."

My guy found my dopey state to be both cute and sweet. He was pinching my vagina, aggressively groping my breasts, and slapping me on my right cheek. I actually had to put my hand on top of his and tell him to stop slapping my face. He was trying to wake me up from being dopey, but he loved the thought of taking advantage of me.

My guy tickled me. All I recall is holding both his hands down with mine, as if I were handcuffing him. He crawled over me to get out of the car. It felt like he was on top of me in the backseat, kind of playing Twister, but without the colour-coded vinyl map.

"Are you humping me?" I asked in a dazed voice.
"Yes," he said, simulating anal sex, but with our clothes on.

I am not sure how I managed to get out of the backseat and into the passenger shotgun seat, but I did. I sounded dopey. My guy smiled at me. He thought that it was endearing. He drove me to my car.

"Tonight should sustain you while I am gone," he told me.
"It probably will," I said.
"Will you be okay?" he asked me.
"I think so."
"Have your car window down for a bit to get some fresh air," he suggested. "We'll talk on Skype soon."
"Maybe," I said, which is my way of saying yes.

I got out of the treehouse. It was a nice evening. I knew that I would sleep well. I could tell that he was going to miss me as much as I tend to miss him when he is away on business.

Feels like high school, but we're at work, supposedly working

This post is late. I need to be dealt with. My tardiness is an issue. =)

Two Wednesdays ago, my guy and I were in a training session together. However, this week had a number of events that had occurred. The latest was that our medium-sized company that we worked for had been acquired by a rather large one.

The day before, there was an informal gathering about the news. Everyone in our training class completely missed this announcement. There was, however, going to be a formal rollout on Wednesday. Our manager indicated that we all had to be at this rollout, which was held at a hotel ballroom close by.

So, on Wednesday, my guy and I rode in a colleague's rented minivan. Our colleague was from the Chicago area and was also with us for training. He was nice to chat with. He had a new white iPhone 5. I got to hold it. It was impressive compared to my nearly three-year-old BlackBerry.

Anyway, my guy and I sat next to each other in the ballroom. Our relationship feels like we are high school kids. We seemed like insolent kids who just didn't care. It was partly because the vice president, who was describing the parent company, had a thick Italian accent and was based in Sweden. She was on a conference call in which the audio was poor. Whenever someone joined or left the conference, that person's name was announced to everyone that he had joined or left, respectively. It was highly annoying!

My guy was playing a number of games on his phone during the presentation. He first played a toss-the-crumpled-paper-ball-into-the-wastebasket game. He then played virtual pool, which he completely sucked at. I had to tease him. His sinking a ball by tilting his phone to will the ball into the pocket was not working. He scratched a number of times, which made me laugh. Then, he played some kind of twisted Tetris game that involved elements of nature.

There are moments where I want to put my guy over my knee and spank him. Today was one of them.

We cracked jokes throughout the entire presentation. I did something different, though. I had dropped my left hand between our chairs. I decided to touch the back of his thigh. My guy liked it. He actually moved his right calf closer. I caressed it for quite some time.

Eventually, I reached under his pant leg and felt his bare calf. It was nicely sculpted. I liked the feel of it. I did it discreetly. I could tell that my guy enjoyed every minute of it. Needless to say, I loved it, too.

We went back to the training room for the rest of the day. We occasionally showed signs of affection. He touched my thigh. I squeezed his. He came over and put his hand behind my back, which slide to my left buttock. He groped it. I was incredibly aroused.

It is rare for us to be in training together. I like it. I wish that we had training more often.

My guy told me afterwards that he thought that the day was special. I agreed. In fact, we both felt that the week was shaping up to be a memorable one.

Nail polish, footsie, and sleepyhead pictures

On Monday, my guy and I went out for lunch with another colleague. Our colleague is leaving the company in a couple of weeks and she wanted to spend some time chatting with us. It was great.

I drove us to the restaurant. My guy asked me whether I had changed my nail polish. He has never asked me that before. He normally holds my hands or looks down at my feet to figure that out.

I said that I did. He knows that I change my nail polish every week. I am not that diligent with my toenails. However, I went with painting my toenails with a shade called midnight blue, as the nights have been pretty cool for the past few days.

We got to the restaurant and sat down. My guy sat across from me. He looked under the table to see the colour of my toenails. He has a boyish charm about him that I absolutely love.

Under the table, he lightly brushed his shoe against the side of my sandal. I extended my leg and brushed my calf next to his. It was a nice moment. We have never played footsie in a restaurant before.

Our colleague had to use the washroom. My guy decided to snag my cell phone from me. I playfully tried to get it back, but he has longer arms than I do. He did admit to me that he is not as cell phone-savvy as I am. He wanted to see the two pictures that I had taken of him when he had dozed off at his cubicle.

So, I showed him my photos of him. He laughed hysterically. He wanted me to send them to him. That wouldn't be a problem.

I reassured him that I would not be sharing these pictures of my sleepyhead with anyone. They are just for us. I want them to be used in our role-playing scenarios. These pictures are supposed to get me in trouble and I get spanked for being disobedient.

It's fun to be mischievous. It looks like Friday will be my punishment day. I look forward to it!

Getting in trouble... perfect!

Words do a lot for and to me. I have noticed for years that I get excited when someone tells me that I "have it coming" or that I should wait till I "get home" for a spanking.

I have been trying to figure out what makes these warnings or threats toward spanking my backside such a huge arousal for me. I suppose it's the fact that I was a decent child growing up that such statements were never made. There was no need for them.

My guy thinks that my love for spanking is my "dark side," but in a good way. I crave to be bad, because I never have been a naughty girl growing up.

My guy (MG) and I recently chatted on Skype. Our instant messaging exchange started off as follows:

MG: Hey
Me: Do I know you?
MG: I guess we met before
Me: Your handle doesn't ring a bell
MG: It's [my guy]
Me: Lol
MG: Ring a bell?
Me: Maybe
MG: Have your earbuds?
Me: Maybe
MG: I suggest you put them on
Me: And what if I don't?
MG: You'll be in trouble
Me: The usual
MG: More

A similar conversation a month ago had me ask him online, "Am I in trouble?" It turns me on when he tells me that I am in trouble. It is the anticipation of ultimately exposing my bare bottom for a hard spanking that I love. My guy pushes the right buttons. If not, I gently remind him during our conversations.

He is back from his business trip. I am hoping to have a sore bottom soon. It feels like ages since I felt that way.

Passing out or being tipsy when being spanked

The other day, I had come across a brief YouTube video in which a young woman had passed out on her bed. It looked like she was a university student, for there were a bunch of her friends there in a dorm-like setting.

She was lying on her bed in her room, with her backside facing up. One of her friends came around and smacked her buttocks. She didn't flinch. She didn't react. She was out cold.

This video and my talk the other night with my guy got me thinking. My guy and I were having phone sex. He's in Montreal on a business trip.

I like the idea of being a chemistry student, who has to wear a uniform to school. Yes, I envisioned wearing a plaid, red, short skirt, a white blouse, white knee-high socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. My hair was done up in ponytails.

I was a horrible chemistry student. I decided to swipe the answer key off my teacher's desk one day. I memorized all the answers before the test and scored a high mark. My guy liked it and added to the story.

The following day, he called me into his office. He started to ask me questions about the test. I couldn't reproduce the answers. He approached me and said that I could be either expelled or punished. I didn't want to be expelled, so I had to be punished by him.

He stood next to me. He lifted up my skirt and spanked me over my panties. It lasted for quite some time, to the point where it hurt so much that I wasn't to collapse. I eventually did. He pulled me up and had me sit on his lap. He started to touch me, caressing my shoulders, kissing my face, and telling me that I was naughty for showing my thighs in class. I got spanked some more, but with my panties off.

We talked after we had both come. We talked about drinking. He gets aroused when he thinks about a woman who is intoxicated, which would allow him to have his way with her. He liked thinking about me that way. From a fantasy perspective, I can see why that sounds hot.

In reality, I am hardly the type to get drunk like that. I recall drinking three bottles of beer after a shift with a bunch of colleagues years ago. I had consumed the bottles of beer on an empty stomach. I wasn't even tipsy. They were Molson Canadians. I probably need to drink more bottles to feel the effect.

With spankings, I'd like to be relaxed, but I don't like the idea of being spanked and not feeling the impact. I like the thought of being giggly after several drinks and getting spanked for consuming too much alcohol than I'm accustomed to. I also like being tipsy and giggly, and cuddling with my guy with my sore, red bottom. Passed out drunk like that young woman on YouTube? Nah.

Tell me that I've been a naughty little girl

I recall reading a study last week that said that women absorb text or words a lot better when it comes to visualizing something than men do. In my case, it holds true.

The other day, when I was trying to climax over the phone with my guy, I said something that I have wanted to say for a long time, but have always thought that it was a bit of a cliche:

"Tell me that I've been bad."

My guy did that.

"You've been such a bad girl," he started. "I am going to spank you so hard that you'll never forget it. I'm going to spank you till you cry. Your ass will be cherry red when I'm done with you. You're butt will be sore for a week. You will always be bad, and if I have to spank you in public, I will."

I liked everything that he had said. I especially liked the thought of being spanked in public -- that I've been so naughty that I needed to be dealt with immediately.

A girl can only dream. And yes, I did get off after hearing those words.

Change of plans: over-the-phone spanking

Today was supposed to be the day when my guy was to visit me, as I am still recovering from surgery and won't be back at work for a few more weeks. Unfortunately, my guy had an accident this weekend. He had hurt his pointer finger on his left hand when he used a saw. Six hours at the hospital and he is all stitched up. Our department at work is now becoming a patient ward.

Anyway, we talked yesterday. I assumed that he wouldn't come visit me today, for he needs to pop in a Tylenol 3 before he goes to bed. Naturally, I was looking forward to having my bottom smacked by him, but I understood and wanted him to get better so he could spank me once again. He felt bad and wanted to make it up to me. He suggested that he get me off over Skype today. I was game, although it has been ages since I have had phone sex.

Today, I went out briefly to get a peppermint mocha at Starbucks and deposit some money at an ATM. It helped that both places that I had visited were drive-thrus. I came back and had enough energy to do some laundry. My energy level is coming back to life these days.

I checked my e-mail and my guy had written to me, saying that he was available for a chat. I then logged on to Skype and found this tidbit:

"Are you online?"

I obviously wasn't online. My guy wrote some more:

"You know what? I get ticked when you're not online. You know what that means, right?"

 I had a huge smile on my face. I was also getting aroused. I wrote back:

"I must have missed you. You can deal with me and my tardiness once you're back."

Roughly an hour later, he was back on Skype. We went into a chat and played our respective roles:

"When I need to talk to you, I expect you to be online," he insisted.

"But, I was doing laundry," I insisted.

"You can't be making up excuses," he stated.

"You're just being mean and a bully," I shot back.

"You're going to be punished. Bend over. I'm going to lift your skirt up and lower your panties," he said.

I must say that I am with a guy who is great at describing what he is doing to me in detail. He used his hand to slap each cheek and how hard each slap was. He talked about seeing how rosy by backside was becoming and how he could see imprints of his hand on each cheek.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked me, which really turned me on.

"I didn't do anything wrong," I said defiantly. "You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being unreasonable?" he echoed. "Well, you're going to be spanked harder. Let me get that long, wooden ruler out of my bag."

I was excited when he said that the ruler was long enough to smack both cheeks simultaneously. He was rubbing my bottom and then landing a slap across my backside. This pattern continued for a bit.

"Are you going to be good?" he asked me.

"For now, yes," I said.

"You know what happens to good girls?" he asked me rhetorically.  "They cum."

He proceeded to describe how he was going to use his fingers to pleasure me. He had his thumb rubbing my clit and two fingers feeling how wet I was while exploring me. I'd say about ten minutes later, I had reached orgasm. I was relaxed, happy, and sweaty.

"I need to do more laundry," I replied, which made my guy laugh.

"You'll be okay?" he asked me.

"Definitely."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

We're both looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.

A number of spanking tidbits

Geez, it has been quite some time since I last wrote. I just want to say thanks to Brucie for posting a couple of messages a few weeks ago. I appreciate your taking the time to add insight to my posts and for sharing your experiences with me. It means a lot, considering that I'm new to the spanking blog world.

Well, this post refers to a couple of things that DJ, a colleague at work, said last week. He is on a strict diet and has since lost nearly fifty pounds in roughly four months. He looks great. However, he's getting tired of his low-carb diet.

He told me that he might get off it soon and be a "naughty boy." He then made the comment that he'd be "whipped." I have suspected that he's a closet spanko. The whole naughty boy scenario is such a turn-on.

My hubby likes when I take him over my knee and call him a naughty little boy as I give him a sound spanking. As for when I'm over his knee, I do a bit of a reversal. I'll protest that I'm not a naughty girl, but a good one. The smacks on my bare bottom generally get more intense, which I love.

As for recent spankings in our household, I recently found a paddle that I had purchased a few years back. It has a few holes in it. It's more like a wide ruler with holes that you can put in a three-ring binder. Anyway, it was used on my bottom. I loved it, although it hurt like crazy to get paddled a number of times on my unclothed backside. Still, I enjoy feeling the effects of a sound spanking, particularly the day after. Try sitting on a park bench for ten minutes the day after such a spanking. You'll understand. It's all good.