Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas and happy holiday to you all! I hope that you have a joyous, healthy, and wonderful day.

P.S. My butt is still sore from yesterday's self-paddling session.

Hair, bag, and a good birthday self-paddling

On Saturday, a couple of nice things happened to me.

I first went to get my hair cut. The hairdresser asked me what I wanted done. She held my hair in her hands and commented that I have nice hair. I felt good, as it has taken time and some effort to get my hair to its current state.

I then went to the grocery store and bought a few items. The woman at the cash register asked if I needed a bag. I said that I was good and took out my reusable bag from my tiny purse. She was amazed at how large and durable my bag was. She even commented that it was a pretty pink. I let her know that I had purchased it from Indigo.

Tonight, I decided to spank myself. I needed it. I started out with a hand spanking over my panties. They weren't hard spanks, but enough to arouse me.

Several months ago, I bought a beach paddle set. I hadn't used the paddle on me until tonight.

I was pretty bold in that I started using the wooden paddle across my bare butt. I started lightly swatting each buttock, ultimately building up such that I gave myself several birthday spankings. It became paddling my age on one buttock plus one to grow on, and then I switched to the other buttock. I did it again, but harder, on each butt cheek. I ended it all by giving myself my birthday swats plus one for good luck across both buttocks.

I am a bit sore, but I feel good. I'm now horny thinking about the whole fun ordeal.

J is for joke and jerk -- a double-paddling evening

My guy started the day off by taking his belt off a pair of pants that he had worn the day before. The belt fell, landing on the carpeted floor. I picked it up. He wrapped most of the belt around his hand and thought that it would be good to punish me with it.

I am a bit hesitant about getting the belt across my backside. Getting welts terrifies me. My guy said that we should try it and that he would take it easy on me. We'll see how that goes when I am ready.

After work, my guy picked me up at the hotel and we drove over to Costco. We ate at the food court, because he was getting hungry. He bought me a hot dog. It was a miracle! He told me that I have been good about not eating hot dogs so often, so he was okay buying me one. He got the Montreal smoked meat sandwich (it makes sense, now that we are in the city). I suggested that we also get fries with gravy. We both don't normally eat fries, but the ones at Costco are yummy.

My guy doesn't normally do gravy. He tried it and liked it. Perhaps one day, I will convince him to eat a hot dog. However, it is a victory for me to just have him buy one without telling me that eating one is bad for me.

We then walked around the store. We didn't get anything that stood out. Afterwards, we went to Winners and Best Buy before heading back to our hotel room.

I was looking for a case for my Bose speaker. I was telling him earlier that I had found it, but no one was willing to help me out at the Bose store. My guy said that the sales guy was a Bose-zo. It was my guy's attempt at telling a punny joke. He's cute that way.

My guy wanted to spank me before we both hit the sack. He was playing the stern disciplinarian, telling me to go get the leather paddle. I didn't want to. He threatened to use the belt on me. I got scared and suggested that he use the slippers that were in the room.

He did a test run on me. The sound that the slipper was making against my buttocks was nice, but it didn't hurt me. Instead, he went back to demanding that I fetch the leather paddle.

I reluctantly got it. He told me to give it to him. I played the girl who was too afraid to. Eventually, I did. He then gestured to go over his knee. I resisted at first, which he managed to swat me a couple of times before I was finally over his knee.

He spanked me hard with the leather paddle. He reinforced the fact that I am always a bad girl. I kicked up my feet when it hurt. He tapped my feet and calves, and continued slapping my butt. It hurt, but I loved it.

He then played with my crotch and, eventually, I came. It was nice. I then cuddled up to him and he held me.

We watched a bit of TV.

"I need to spank you again," he stated.
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"For not playing with my hard cock," he reasoned.
"But, you didn't tell me that you wanted me to do that," I whined.
"It's understood. Get over my knee,"
"No," I said defiantly.
"Don't make me pull you over my knee myself," he said sternly.

I got out of my cuddling position, kissed his forehead, and obediently when over his knee.

The second round of smacks with the leather paddle hurt a lot more. I loved it. He has never spanked me twice within an hour.

After my second paddling, I hugged him tightly for a bit. I then nuzzled his erect penis. I then reached in his pants to play with it before we both pulled down both his briefs and pants.

I gave my guy a handjob. He loves when I jerk him off. It showed.

We both had a good evening. I tucked him in and kissed him goodnight.

Depression and a movie

It saddened me to hear about Robin Williams's passing. He was too young to take his own life. May he rest in peace.

Depression is an illness. My guy has been talking about his battle with depression often, which I welcome. It does worry me when he doesn't open up, because it is difficult to tell how he is feeling. However, we talk often and he knows that I am there for him whenever he needs a good listener.

What is my favourite Robin Williams movie? Well, there are so many to choose from. I must admit that I love Dead Poets Society.

I was in high school when this movie came out. My closest friends and I hit the movie theatre to watch it. We all loved it. It was inspiring, moving, tragic, funny, and more.

I actually have Robert Sean Leonard's autograph, who went on to star in House. I could identify with Ethan Hawke's character in the movie, for I was a fairly quiet person who didn't enjoy public speaking back then. These days, I can't shut up!

Of course, this movie has a paddling scene. I secretly wanted to be paddled. I never told anyone that I liked this scene. Now, you all do.

I own this movie on VHS. Yes, I even have a dual VHS player, thanks to living in the States and watching QVC. I don't even know if GoVideo is still kicking around, but my double-decker VHS system still works.

Unfortunately, I am not sure where I put this movie, but I need to dig it up. Otherwise, I will need to get with the times by either downloading it off iTunes or getting a DVD version.

Sofa headrest for spanking?

My hotel room has a hideaway sofa. So, if I need an extra bed, I have one at my convenience.

What is intriguing about this sofa is that it has an extra headrest. Wait, is it really a headrest?

If I were to move the side table and lamp, this headrest is at the perfect height for me to bend over for a stern paddling or spanking.

My birthday spanking is postponed till I return home. In the meantime, I can only dream about my spanking today.

W is for whack

Most of the time, my guy spanks me with his bare hand, mostly across my bare bottom. I love how intimate and physical the spanking is. He told me that he can feel his hand ache as he is spanking me hard.

The neat part about his reaction? He never complains about how sore his hand feels. He enjoys it. I am glad. I love when he spanks me hard.

I do like when he uses other implements, too. Sure, using them seems like an extension of his arm and a good substitute for his hand, but we both prefer a sound hand spanking for me.

It's the sound of a wooden paddle across my backside that arouses me. He has never used the one that I have had for years. In my car, I have a wooden, thick ruler, which we both love. It comes in handy! I am thinking of having him use a thicker, wider wooden paddle on me soon.

There is something about wood being used in a spanking or paddling that I like. I enjoy the sting and sound that it makes. I like looking at my butt afterward in the mirror and seeing how rosy-coloured it is.

He will need to easy me in when it comes to the intensity of the paddling. It has been a while. It is also a new implement and experience for him.

It'll be a nice present to him and for my birthday. I can't wait!

Arriving in Stockholm, checking in to a hotel for a paddling and a blowjob

We arrived at Stockholm airport just before midnight. Going through customs was incredibly easy and the woman there was friendly, welcoming me to Sweden and Europe for the first time.

My guy is an absolute gentleman. He fetched my suitcase from the carousel. The sad part was that he had asked the car rental place to wait for him to arrive. Sadly, it closes at 23:30 on Sundays. By the time we had received an answer as to whether the rental place was open, it was 01:00. Rather than spending $100 one-way to fetch a cab to get us to our hotel, we stayed at one of the airport hotels.

I am glad that we did. We were both tired, but not completely tired. We both needed a shower.

"Let's shower together," my guy said, kissing me tenderly.
"I don't know," I said, a bit tired and knowing that showering together would make an even longer night.

We hugged and kissed. He playfully spanked my backside. As expected, he took off all my clothing. He noted that my panties were wet. I told him that it was all his fault. He took off his clothes, too. He then took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

The shower had translucent walls. We stood under the shower head. I lathered my hair and started to wash it. He then took some shower gel and lathered me up. I did the same to him, starting with his chest and working my hands around him. We kissed and hugged while showering.

His hands moved to my pussy and started fingering me. He loved the access. At one point, he ended up fingering both my pussy and butt. I have never reached orgasm in a shower before. It was wonderful. I felt so relaxed afterwards. We continued to shower and rinse off.

My guy got out of the shower first and wrapped a clean white towel around me. He then got one for him and we both got out of the shower.

After I had towel-dried my hair, my guy was hungry. It is incredible how predictable he is. He needs food every four hours, it seems. If he goes to bed on an empty stomach, he does not sleep well.

He ordered lasagne. I asked for a Coke Light (I learned that it's diet Coke, but not to order it by that name). Half an hour later, he was happy eating his lasagne and insisted that I have a bite of it. It was yummy.

Once we were done with eating, even though it was closer to 03:00, my guy wanted to spank me. He had asked me a couple of days ago to bring my toys with me. I didn't fail in that department. I handed him my fuzzy purple paddle.

He unravelled my white towel from my body. My naked body went over his lap. He gave me a few smacks with the leather side of the paddle.

"You have been rebellious as of late," he said, rubbing the fuzzy side of the paddle against my bare bottom.
"No, I haven't," I protested. "I am a good girl."
"You really think so?" he asked me, still toying with the fuzzy purple side of the paddle against my skin.
"Yes," I said.

He landed a number of smacks with the leather side. I was so aroused by his teasing me with making circles on my backside with the fuzzy side, thinking that he'd spank me lightly. However, he would end up changing his mind and smacking my backside hard with the leather side. This playfulness continued for at least five minutes.

"Your butt is getting red," he said.
"It's all your fault," I playfully whined. "You're a big meanie!"
"Calling me names isn't helping your situation," he said.

He was right. More hard paddling ensued. He finally stopped when I offered to give him a blowjob.

I have never nuzzled his cock after he has showered. It was nice to do just that freely against my guy's bare skin. Normally, I tend to nuzzle his erect penis when it is either in his pants or briefs. I loved how it felt against my cheek.

A while back, I had purchased a feather duster. I brought this fun toy with me, and dusted his balls and cock with it. I loved using it. My guy loved how soft the feathers were.

I had brought my tube of Good Head strawberry oral gel. I applied a bit of it on the tip of my guy's penis. It reacted positively! I put some more down his hard cock and spread the gel evenly with my finger. My guy loved it. I then began to lick the tip and then the rest of his cock as if it were a yummy popsicle on a hot day. My guy commented that my tongue was driving him crazy. My guy came. He came a lot.

We cleaned up. We hugged and kissed. We then went to bed, setting our alarm clock for 10:00.

It was certainly a long day. It did end on many high notes.

Spelling and grammar mistakes? That's a paddlin'!

I write for a living. I ended up in this profession by accident. I have no regrets. It has been a wonderful accident.

Yesterday, I came across this lovely photo on a Facebook page. It triggered a memory from my childhood.

In grades 1 and 2, I had the same homeroom teacher. In grade 2, towards the end of the school year, she gave us what seemed to be the mother of all spelling tests. What she said to us a day or two before the test day was the following:

"If you make three mistakes or more, you know what you'll get? The smacks."

Now, it sounds like I am ancient. I don't think that I am. However, if a teacher said that these days, it wouldn't been acceptable.

This teacher was special. I probably have mentioned that she was the one who spanked me lightly for finishing my math exercises faster than she had expected. She then hugged me after she was done patting my backside. Perhaps that is one reason why I like being hugged and cuddled after being spanked these days.

Anyway, I did make more than three mistakes on my spelling test back in grade 2. I had secretly hoped to get my fair share of smacks, but that never happened. However, it would be a perfect role-playing scenario to act out with my guy. Making grammatical errors would also be perfect for my backside to be paddled, too.

Spank-me-hard cookies

I came across this picture a while back and loved it. I imagine that I had found it around Valentine's Day.

Heart-shaped sugar cookies in this picture represent who I am. I'm not saying that I am someone who sugarcoats what I say. I am quite the opposite. I am far too candid to know how to sugarcoat anything that I say.

I have been told by many folks over the years that I am a "nice person" or that I'm "sweet." I suppose that these characteristics are true, particularly when many of these folks do not know one another. I didn't pay them to make these flattering comments, either!

Perhaps my personality makes me enjoy receiving a sound spanking more. I have never truly done anything bad in my life to get me in serious trouble. I get turned on about the notion of getting a spanking. I love the anticipation of getting punished because I have been a bad girl. I want to be spanked. I ache for a spanking sometimes. As the heart-shaped cookie mentions, I want to be spanked hard.

I absolutely love it when my guy makes up the most ridiculous reasons for my getting a spanking. If I am not online when he wants to talk to him, my lack of online presence merits my getting paddled. When I tease him relentlessly, he will pull me over his lap, pull down my pants, and spank me with his hand. When I provoke him by saying that my backside doesn't hurt as much, he lowers my panties and spanks me harder, which makes me playfully regret pushing him to spank me that hard.

I enjoy being spanked for several minutes. My guy is methodical about spanking my bottom, which I appreciate. I get even more aroused when he tells me why I have been bad as he smacks my buttocks.

One of these days, I will need to bake heart-shaped cookies and let him know that I deserve a spanking from him. I probably need another batch to indicate that I want to be pinched hard, too.

Being offline, facing the consequences, and crying

I had a feeling that my guy and I would be talking today.

It is becoming a ritual for me to go into work on a Friday afternoon. Since going back to work after back surgery, I have been showing up at the office mainly to see people, but to also test out my back and walk around.

Today, I did something different. I brought my laptop into work. Normally, I leave it at home. I just had a feeling that I would be talking on Skype to my guy. We hadn't talked since Monday night.

While driving to work, I was stopped at a light. My cell phone had a new e-mail. It was from my guy. It was short and to the point:

How come you're offline? You know what that means!

I was completely turned on. I knew what that meant. I definitely have a spanking coming my way. I wrote back to him:

I know and I like what will happen [to me]. I'm heading to work. :)

I got to work and chatted with a colleague. I also chatted to my guy (MG) on Skype:

MG: How is the weather in TO?
Me: Freezing rain, snow, sleet, hail this morning...
Me: Now, it's fine. That's why I'm at work. It's safe.
Me: But, I miss you.
MG: Same here.
Me: You miss you, too?
MG: YES, THAT IS EXACTLY IT.
Me: Awesome
Me: lol
MG: lol
Me: Am I in trouble?
MG: You bet.
MG: You're in deeper trouble than you think.
Me: I like that thought.
MG: You'll pay sooner or later.
Me: I wish I could pay for it now. I'll pay for it in the end, I suppose.
MG: Sure thing. You're not getting off the hook for any reason.
Me: I know. I'm ready for the consequences coming my way.
MG: You know how to face it, right?
Me: Head-on?
MG: Rear first?
Me: lol
Me: Flip a coin. ;)
MG: lol
Me: Of course, you had that two-sided head coin...
Me: Well, I will pay.
MG: Yes, no matter which side you get, you'll find a head waiting for you.
Me: Yes, I know.

We chatted on Skype. It was nice to hear his voice again. He told me that he has been thinking about me every night. The feeling was mutual. We were both horny as all can be today.

"How do you think I should punish you for not being online today?" he asked me.
"I need a good spanking," I replied.
"You will get one. That's a given," he said, beginning his lecture. "We need to address how you will be spanked. How long your punishment will be. What implements I will be using. How hard I will be administering your spanking."
"You can use my new leather paddle on me," I replied.
"I will bend you over, take down your jeans and panties, and will use that leather paddle on your bare ass," he replied. "You will be wearing your earbuds to sleep and will be online 24-7. When I want you to be online, you will be there waiting for me. I will spank you until your ass is cherry red. I will pound your cheeks with your leather paddle until you cry. You will have wished that you had never bought it."

It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm. There was definitely more to our online chat. After all, we were talking for nearly three hours today.

He is away for one more week before he returns home. He broke the news to me that he would be in the office for three days before he goes back on the road for another two weeks. I couldn't contain myself.

"I said that I wouldn't do this," I started saying to him.
"Do what?" he asked me.
"I'm tearing up," I said, as tears began to fill my eyes and drop quickly down my face.
"Oh, sweetie," my guy said affectionately.
"I miss you so badly," I said, crying and sniffling.
"Oh, don't cry," he said. "I wish I were there to wipe your tears away, hold you, and tell you that everything will be okay. It's just one more week, sweetie. I need to call you more often."
"It's silly [crying], it's it?" I asked him.
"No, it's sweet," he replied. "I bet that you cry like the angel that you are."

I felt better talking to him. It's nice to be wanted and loved.

Spanking with SPAM

It has been quite some time. I've been pretty busy. I've been away on a conference in Minnesota for over a week now and have returned to Toronto. It's nice to be home.

I just had to visit the SPAM museum in Austin, MN, which is just over an hour's drive south of the Twin Cities. Look! I have a new spanking implement:

It was only a dollar! I've always wanted to be swatted by a swatter. Ha!

G and I get to try it out. I'll let you know how that goes soon.