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.

Cold freeze and a solid reference

All is well. I have simply been busy.

We have been under a deep freeze here. You would think that with a windchill of -30º C that it would force me to stay at home and write tons of blog posts. It hasn't.

My guy is off to Thailand on business for the next two weeks. We have been spending as much time together as we could before he leaves.

I have decided to apply for a job opportunity that involves a slight shift in what I do. I would be a long shot, but I figure that it doesn't hurt to apply. I meet the minimum requirements from a degree perspective. However, I have so much work experience that it should prove valuable.

I have a master's degree. My guy has a PhD. It may be one indication why we are so geeky at times.

I asked my guy to be a reference for me. He didn't hesitate at all.

"I think that this position would be great for you. With your great personality and experience, they would be happy to have you. If they call me, I'll make sure to tell them about all your qualities."
"I'm having second thoughts about your telling the hiring folks about all my qualities, "I replied. "I may not get the job if you reveal everything."

We continued to cuddle, with my guy lightly patting my backside.

P is for patting

My guy and I love to chat about anything under the sun or moon, depending on the time of day. It is one of many things that we have in common.

It's not to the point where we talk to each other till we pass out or anything. We just have a lot to say and it's interesting to us.

Several months ago, my guy admitted that he has never taken any formal music lessons. He mentioned a ladder as being one of the exercises that he knew about. Without skipping a beat, I knew that he had meant scale. The neat part of this conversation is that we didn't feel that it was weird.

In Arabic, a scale is a ladder. In French, a scale or a legend on a map is also called a ladder. It helps that we both are multilingual to make such a seamless connection.

Anyway, my guy makes sweet music in other ways. I saw the following picture on Facebook, which reminded me of how melodic he is when it comes to spanking me or just being playful with my backside.

A spanking is kind of like a solo. He gives his solo performance, and I feel and savour it. It nice.

Napping, hugging, reaching orgasm, and lightly patting my backside

It has been ages since my guy and I were both at the office. The last time was a few weeks back. I had meant to write about it, but just haven't got around to it until now. Life seems to get in the way, but it's all good.

Anyway, I went to visit him in the training room after work. He was sitting at the back of the room, looking at his Facebook feed, and laughing hard because he had offended his cousins with a jokey remark that he had made.

I was tired. The day was mighty long for me, so I ended up resting my head against my folded arm on the table. I closed my eyes. I may have napped for a bit.

My guy came over and whispered in my ear.

"You look so cute when you are asleep. You look peaceful. Let me take a picture of you with your phone."

I immediately snatched my phone away from him, as if I were a cat. He held me in his arms. It was nice.

He then poked my side, making me squirm a bit. I am ticklish and he knows it. I ended up curled up against his chest to make him stop tickling me.

Moments later, he was playing with my crotch. Eventually, he managed to unbutton my dark blue pants and unzip them. He was fingering me, coaxing me to reach orgasm. It didn't take long. He did a fine job and I was a relaxed, content little girl.

He lightly and lovingly patted my bottom while I was hugging him. Every workday should end on such a note.