Birthday spanking brainstorming

My guy's birthday is next month. I am proposing to receive his birthday spanking. Since he is a bit older than I am, it means more smacks for me. Yay!

Here is a brainstorming session on how I would like to receive his birthday spanking, based on how to give a birthday spanking:

1. Decide on where the birthday spanking will take place.
   I would like it either in a bedroom with just the two of us. Of course, we could do it in the treehouse after work because we both need a bit of fun after a crazy day at the office. 


2. Decide on the amount of exposure her backside should have.
   I have always enjoyed the layered approach. I get his age in smacks over my pants. He is free to use an implement, such as a wooden ruler or paddle. The pants then come off and I get the same number of smacks over my panties with another implement, such as a hairbrush or a leather paddle. Finally, my bare bottom is exposed. I like a firm hand when my backside is fully exposed. I need more than just a regular birthday spanking, because I have spent a year being a naughty girl.


3. Decide on the position she will assume for her spanking.
   I like being over his lap. However, being bent over a table or bed is great, too.


4. Be sure to give her a few warm-up spanks (that is, a few preliminary, light pats on the buttocks).
   I like warm-up spanks, but sometimes they don't start off being light. I also like when my guy gropes my buttocks before a spanking, which turns me on.


5. Deliver one smack for each year of her age, centered on her "sit spot" (that is, the portion of her buttocks that meets an object when she is in a sitting posture). Each spank should be delivered with an increasing degree of force with 2-5 seconds between smacks. Ensure that she clearly and loudly counts out the number of each smack after she receives them.
   I have never counted out loud for any of my birthday spankings, so it will be a first for me!


6. After a number of smacks equal to her age has been delivered, give her one extra smack and make sure it is the most forceful of them all. This final smack is her one to grow on.
   I love this part. I also like getting a pinch, although I doubt that I will grow an inch.

The bottomline (yes, pun intended)? My guy gets a decent view of my backside as he works his magic and I get a sore red bottom. It sounds fair to me.

Leg admiration

My guy loves my legs I didn't truly realize the extent until we had quality time the other day.

I was in my blue shorts and we were sitting in the treehouse. He immediately wanted them draped over his lap. So, I did just that. He caressed them for a while, marvelling at them.

At one stage, I was practically lying on my back, across my car's backseat, still with my legs over his lap, but they were bent. He went to hug my bent knees, resting his right cheek against the side of my right leg. With the soft sunlight behind him, it was such a sweet view.

"You really love my legs, don't you?" I said, still a bit dopey after being pleasured by him.
"Yes, I love the person that these legs belong to," he said, in his usual sweet self, resting the palm of his hand on my tummy.
"Hand on tummy," I said, which is a phrase he used to say to me.
"I'm so sorry," he said, remembering that I am ticklish.
"It's okay. You gently rested your hand on it. It's when you use your fingers in a random manner that makes me squirm."

He played with my butt. He was lightly pinching it. He was then playing with my clit again.

"You still want to play with me?" I asked him.
"We can do that if you'd like," he replied.
"I just like lounging with you. I am dopey."
"That's fine," he replied, as he sweetly kissed my legs.

Quiet quality time is equally as nice after a long day at work.

Belated birthday spanking and more

My guy is practically back to his normal self. These days, he is content about everything. I could also tell that he had missed me while I was away on vacation.

He was so happy to see me on Wednesday. He couldn't wait. He called me on his cell phone while he was driving to work. He called me at 08:45. He knew that I tend to be an early riser. Seeing that I was sort of on vacation, he wanted to wait as long as he could, in case I was still asleep. Knowing him, he wanted to talk to me as soon as he could. It was so good to hear his voice again.

On Thursday, we had lunch together. It was good. He asked me what dishes at the Chinese restaurant had sugar in them. He is trying to cut out sugar from his diet. I have done that in the past, but try and do a balance these days.

He broke the news to me that he can't have lunch with me on Monday. He has a meeting with his manager and his manager's manager. I pouted. He looked at me longingly. I playfully pouted some more. He said that he would make it up to me. I was happy again.

The bill came. There were two green tea candies. I handed him one.

"You can have that. I am cutting out sugar from my diet," he reminded me.
"Are you sure? It's not completely healthy to remove all sugar from your diet, you know," I said.
"I am hoping to get some sugar from you later on today," he said, smiling.
"You are smooth," I noted.
"I don't need any more sugar," he explained.
"That's because you are sweet as-is," I remarked.
"You are, too," he said, as we both smiled at each other.

I had suggested the other day that we spend some time cuddling and looking at photos together. He liked that idea and said that after work would be perfect.

I went into the office after being on vacation for ten days. It was somewhat nice to be back, although nothing really has changed much. I was more interested in seeing my guy after work.

I left at 17:30 and visited the training room. There were trainees there. I asked them where my guy went. Apparently, he went home. I then realized that these guys would be there for a while, so my guy decided to change our venue.

Sure enough, he was in his car, looking at his phone. He looked up at me, said hi, and said that he was waiting for me. We would be heading over to our usual parking lot for some quality cuddling time.

We got there and got into the backseat of my car. He held me in his arms. I asked him about his day. He said that it was boring, other than lunch. My head was leaning against his chest. I was stretched out a bit.

My guy put his left had on my hip, which gradually slipped into my left back pant pocket. His hand slipped out out and he started lightly groping my buttock before he started lightly slapping it.

The slaps gradually became harder. I was getting more aroused by the second.

"What's that for?" I asked him playfully.
"For being a bad girl," he said, punctuating it with another hard smack.
"But, I'm always a good girl," I replied with a slightly whiny tone.
"No, you've been away from me more nearly two weeks," he stated, giving me another hard slap across my left buttock.
"That's not my fault," I said.
"You need a spanking. Assume the position," he said, looking at me, and then his lap.

We kissed passionately for a moment before I went over his knee. He asked me whether I was comfortable, like he has in the past. I said that I was for now, but my backside probably won't be after my spanking.

It was still that time of the month for me, so I didn't get a bare-bottomed spanking. Still, getting a spanking across my pants hurts after my guy is done with me.

He spanked me hard. I loved every moment. He started by spanking each buttock in a rhythmic fashion. He then spanked each buttock in spurts. At one point, he was giving each side seven rapid, hard smacks. He also gave me some rather hard pinches, which hurt and I loved.

"Is this my birthday spanking?" I asked him in-between saying ow.
"Yes, we need to make up for all the days that you were away from me."

It was the nicest birthday spanking from him. He managed to rub my crotch to the point where I actually came. I rested limp across his lap. He caressed my sore buttocks and have me a huge hug after I got up.

I looked up at him, head his face in my hands, told him that he was adorable, and kissed him sweetly.

I then pleasured him by giving him a handjob. It was a bit of a different spin on it. He rolled up my right pant leg and caressed the length of my bare leg.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pulled down his briefs and his hard member simply looked like it was pleased to see me. It rubbed against my bare leg. I started to jerk him off, with my bare leg rubbing against his hard cock the whole time.

He pulled his brown-and-white stripped shirt up. I was so turned on by his chest. I went ahead and touched his bare chest, and told him that it was sexy.

Moments later, my guy ejaculated all over my leg. It was great. We both enjoyed it.

We cleaned up. I had napkins in the glove compartment. My guy bent over the front seat to get them. I got a great view of his bare bottom. It was awesome!

We hugged, cuddled, and looked at pictures on my phone, like we had hoped to do. Naturally, being horny changed our priorities!

It was a great evening. We kissed one final time before we headed home. I drove back with an increasingly sore bottom. I wouldn't want it any other way. It had been such a long time. It was nice.

Hotel playtime - a bigger treehouse

My guy and I drove to the hotel. It must have been after 21:00 when we had arrived. We parked our cars in the lot and walked to the reception area, hand in hand.

We had to wait for ten minutes for our room to be ready. We killed some time going back to our cars to get our stuff. We then chatted in the lobby until we got the signal to go upstairs.

The room had a decent-sized bed, a microwave, and a fridge. My guy had purchased sweets from Egypt while he was on business. He gave me a nicely wrapped selection of sweets and put them in the fridge.

We unpacked. We both felt the need to shower. We've had a heatwave for days. My guy insisted that I shower first. I was game. He is always a gentleman.

I took off my pants, shirt, and bra. I just had my lacy black panties on. My guy admired me from afar and noticed how tanned my legs were.

I was probably in the shower for ten minutes. I felt refreshed afterwards.

It was time for my guy to shower next. Before he hit the shower, he advised that the Internet access code didn't work for him. I spent some time talking to the front desk person, who said that it was working. Sadly, it was neither working on my guy's laptop, nor on my cell phone.

I flopped over on my stomach on the bed, determining whether being closer to the door would give me a better Internet signal. I was wearing a t-shirt and pajama shorts. My guy came out of the shower and we talked about our Internet connectivity problem. We both decided to give up on it.

My guy sat next to me. He tickled the bottom of my left foot. He knows that I am a ticklish girl. He also thinks that my feet are pretty.

My butt was up in the air. Naturally, he took advantage of it by pinching my left buttock. It hurt a bit, but I loved it.

We started kissing. My guy started our banter.

"You are never online when I want to talk to you."
"It's not my fault that your timing sucks," I said rebelliously.
"I think someone needs to be punished. Come over here," he said, grabbing my right hand and guiding me over to him.
"No, I don't want to," I said, playfully being reluctant to go over his knee.

Eventually I did. I was over his lap and my hands were on the carpeted floor.

"You've had this [spanking] coming," he told me sternly.
"You're just making up an excuse to spank me!" I said defiantly.
"Really? Do you mean that?" he asked me, caressing my backside with his hand.
"Yes, I am a good girl, but you don't think so because you're a meanie," I explained.

Well, that explanation did nothing for me. As expected, he started spanking each cheek methodically. Each smack became harder and harder.

He stopped for a bit to rub my crotch. I wanted to pleasured, but he teased me by pinching my buttocks and continuing to smack my buttocks hard.

Eventually, he stopped smacking my backside and I got off. It was wonderful just to be over his lap afterwards, and having him caress my butt.

I got up and kissed him passionately. I was kneeling in front of him, with my knees apart, separated by his right leg. My guy hugged me, and then pulled my pajama shorts and underwear down. He was fingering my butt. It was nice. I came again. With my being in a dopey state of mind, I was riding his leg as if it were a horse. It was fun!

I was dopey. My guy went to wash up. He came back and saw me sitting on the bed, with my head down on the bed. He chuckled.

He asked me to suck him. I had brought my trusty tube of strawberry oral gel. I rubbed a lot all over his hard cock and began to suck him. I licked up and down his shaft. I made circles around the tip of his penis with my tongue, eventually using my tongue to probe the hole. He was in ecstasy. 

He came again. We normally get him to ejaculate just once in a day, as he gets extremely dopey afterwards. Twice made him a sweet, dopey, content guy. He loved it. I was happy, too.

I took a towel and we both dried off. We snuggled for half an hour before we called it an evening.

We said goodnight to each other. It was more that a good night. It was another memorable one.

A dinner date and more...

On Thursday night, my guy and I let the GPS decide where we'd go for dinner in Lidingo. We thought that a restaurant called Cleopatra would serve Middle Eastern food. We were so wrong. It was a pizza place owned by Asian folks.

Instead, we went to a Thai place next door. Naturally, neither of us could read Swedish, but we did figure out the gist of some of the dishes. We ordered a couple of dishes, which were delicious.

I don't know how to drive a standard car. My guy can and he is willing to teach me.

"I won't charge you money. You'll pay in services."
"Sounds good. I know how to drive yourt type of stiff... um, I mean stick shift."

After a fine time at the restaurant, we headed back to the hotel to unwind and to start packing. It was nice to just converse and relax, while leisurely packing. We had a late checkout time tomorrow, so we weren't in any hurry to get all our packing done.

We were both lounging in bed. My guy was looking up plane tickets. He was booking his business trip to Frankfurt, which is where he is this week. I snuggled up to him as we both were comparing prices. He finally booked his flight, after kissing me and wanting to play with his cock, which was getting harder with each passing minute. He actually heard me tell him to book his flight first and we'd book playtime a bit later!

He powered off his laptop. We began kissing. I am sure that we'd be content kissing each other all evening long, but we always do more than that.

"How have you been?" he asked me.
"That's an unfair question," I protested.
"How so?"
"When I tell you that I have been good, you don't believe me and spank me. When I say that I have been bad, you still spank me."
"I just want to hear your side of the story," he reassured me, extending his hand to hold mine and guiding me to stretch across his lap.
"You're tricking me," I said, playing a whiny, hesitant girl.
"I just want to hear your thoughts."

I was over my guy's knee. He started to grope each buttock, which made me wet and excited. He proceeded to caress each buttock.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked me.
"Of course," I replied.
"I don't think so."

My spanking started. He used his hand to deliver increasingly harder smacks across each buttock. He paused and pinched each buttock.

"You are such a stubborn girl," he told me while providing a brief spanking pause.
"I'm not stubborn. You're just a meanie!"

I do enjoy provoking him playfully. He scolded me some more, and spanked me longer and harder. I could feel the increasing warmth across my backside.

"Do you want me to stop punishing you?"
"Can you please stop?" I said.
"That's more begging," he pointed out, slapping each buttock. "What will you do to stop me from spanking you?"
"I can give you a handjob..."

He liked that. He caressed my backside, signalling that my spanking was over.

I got up and loved how warm my bottom felt. I couldn't help but to passionately kiss him, kneeling in front of him. He did a fine job spanking me.

He took down his pajama bottoms and briefs. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and began jerking him off. We continued to kiss.

I am not sure what happened exactly. I fount that my guy was taking over the jerking duties and I was playing with his chest. I have always found his chest sexy. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. I managed to put my hand under his shirt and caress his bare chest underneath. He liked it so much.

"Play with my nipple," he said, without any hesitation.

A while back, I had asked him whether he liked nipple stimulation. He told me in the past that he liked his nipples played with, but he has not had that done to him for years. We both figured out the answer to this question. I played with his left nipple, pinching it gently, and making circles around and on it.

Our legs were intertwined. His hard cock was rubbing against my thigh. He came on it. It was wonderful. We cleaned up and rested in each other's arms for a bit, engaging in some silly talk before drifting off to sleep.

It was a perfect evening.

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.

Catching up - my spanking and his blowjob

My guy has meetings with a client all week. These meetings end at 15:00. It was wonderful seeing him with a blue long-sleeved shirt on today. He looks good in that colour.

"Hey, lady in pink," he said to me, noticing my blouse.
"Hey, there," I replied. "You look great in blue."

I saw my guy looking at a fellow female colleague's breasts. Yes, they are huge. It was obvious that he was looking at them. He is not a fan of a huge rack, as I certainly don't have one. He was looking at them as if they were freaky. I laughed. My guy came over to ask what I was laughing at. I told him. He told me that I was bad. Yes, I loved it.

My guy was yawning up a storm. He doesn't function well with five hours of sleep. I threatened to take a candid picture of him sleeping. He said that getting a third sleepy picture of him to add to my photo collection was feasible. He walked over to my desk.

"Are you sleepwalking?" I teased, which made him laugh.
"You know that e-mail about point number two?" he asked me. We both knew that this point was covered already in our deliverables.
"Yes, I recall this point well," I nodded.
"We should schedule a meeting to work on this point," he said with a smile.
"This meeting can certainly be arranged," I stated, with both of us smiling at each other, as my guy continued to massage my upper back.

I then had something to say about an e-mail sent by the part-time colleague who is horrible at reading the entire e-mail. My guy walked over again. We talked about it. My arm was stretched out, rubbing his hard cock with it as my hand was on my desk. He squeezed my underarm in the process. It was nice.

I like teasing my guy. I drove 140 km/hr this afternoon to get to work, as I was running a bit late and traffic was flowing well along the highway. My guy did this speed in the States and got a speeding ticket. I indicated that I was the goody-goody driving a hybrid vehicle, while he was in a six-cylinder, two-door car. I have yet to get a speeding ticket (knock on wood).

We both headed over to our usual spot. I had my lacy black panties on and a blue skirt. I didn't have my black lacy bra on, as I don't like it showing under a pink blouse. I knew that I would be scolded for having a nude bra on instead, which would be a good reason for getting spanked.

We both got into the treehouse. I handed him a wider-than-normal wooden ruler and said that he would need to use it on this bad girl. He nodded in agreement.

It was wonderful to kiss him again. His cold was gone. We kissed and used our tongues to circle each other's lips. It was terrific.

He touched my bare legs, methodically moving his hand up and down them, and squeezing my thighs. Eventually, his hand went under my skirt and was groping my right buttock.

His hand then moved under my pink blouse. He caressed my breasts. He proceeded to take my right breast out of my bra and sucked on my nipple. He licked around it. He sucked on it like a baby would. He nibbled on it for a bit. It was heavenly as I caressed his sweet head while resting my chin on his shoulder.

He took a blue surgical-like glove out.

"You're actually taking a glove out of the glove compartment," I remarked. "And, it's blue, which matches your shirt," I pointed out, which made him grin.

We kissed a bit more before we talked briefly. 

"Why didn't you wear your black bra?" he asked me.
"I don't wear a black bra under a pink top," I indicated.
"I don't care," he said, getting into our respective roles. "You are expected to wear it. You need to be punished."
"It's such a minor detail," I pointed out. "You're just being mean."
"You need to have that bra on for me. It's not up to you to decide whether it is a minor detail," he said, shifting his position to the middle of the backseat and rubbing his thigh against my bare thigh. "Bend over!"

So, I went over his knee. I was excited about getting a spanking. He lifted my skirt up and put on the glove. He groped and pinched my backside, which made me horny.

He started to spank me with his hand, which I love. I was aroused, especially when he talks while spanking me.

"Will you wear your black bra from now on?" he asked me, slapping my left buttock.
"Maybe," I said.
"Maybe? That's not good enough," he replied, smacking my right buttock.
"You will wear that bra because I want you to. Understood?"
"No," I replied defiantly, which prompted my guy to slap both cheeks, and the backs of both thighs and calves.
"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked me.
"No," I said.
"No?" he mocked, instead using the wooden ruler to smack my buttocks.
"Ow," I said playfully, which prompted him to use the wooden ruler with greater force across my backside.
"You're such a bad girl," he remarked, continuing to smack the backs of my thighs and my buttocks.

He stopped and started to finger my clit. I was clearly wet from all this spanking activity. He then fingered my ass. He has wonderful fingers that do a fine job pleasuring me. It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm. It was heavenly. I ended up limp across his lap. It was nice that he helped me sit back up after he had adjusted my panties and skirt.

My guy admitted that he liked what he had seen. He liked looking at my butt and fingering me. I told him that I liked looking at his socks and shoes again, which made him laugh.

I rested in his arms for a bit. We kissed again. I squeezed his right thigh and moved my hand toward his penis, which was hard as a rock. My guy unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled down both his trousers and briefs.

"You look so good in blue," I said, sounding like a broken record. "Even your briefs match your shirt!"

I proceeded to tie my hair back. I know that my guy loves seeing my lips wrapped around his erect penis. I licked the tip of his penis first, circling it with my tongue. He enjoyed it immensely, judging from his reaction. I licked up and down his penis for a bit before I began sucking it like a good little slut.

It didn't take too long for him to ejaculate. I had my left hand at the base of his penis as I was giving him a blowjob. My other hand was playing with his balls. He loved what I was doing to him. I am still not interested in having him ejaculate in my mouth, so he pulled out just before he does. It was wonderful to see how relaxed and dopey he was afterward. I rested my head against his chest and we held hands for about ten minutes in this position.

We then talked for a bit, as we normally do. He's sweet in always telling me that I'm an attractive woman with a nice smile and a cute chin. He admitted to me that he has always found Asian women sexy and has been so pleased to be seeing someone who is at long last. He's a keeper.

I rubbed his head again, which he likes just as much as I do.

"Your head is so soft and uniform," I said, caressing his slightly fuzzy shaved head, which I adore.
"You like my head?" he asked me.
"Yes, both of them," I said with a naughty smile on my face. "Two heads are better than one."
"I was thinking the same thing," he admitted.
"Scary, isn't it?" I said, which made us both laugh.
"I won't shave my head as often," he indicated. I nodded in agreement.

My guy told me about getting a massage in Hong Kong last year, before we started seeing each other. My guy has always been curious about everything, so this tidbit of information didn't surprise me.

"Did you like it?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it was okay," he said, still in dopey mode. "But, I couldn't hold her hand, like I do with you."
"I probably can't give a massage like that," I stated.
"You do things to me that no massage parlour in Hong Kong can do for me. You make me feel good. You give awesome blowjobs and your kisses are hot. I need and want you."
"That's sweet," I said.
"It's true," he said, smiling and looking into my eyes.

We then talked about my spanking.

"You spanked me well," I pointed out. "Did the ruler split?"
"No, I didn't want to hit you that hard," he admitted. "I didn't want to cause too much damage. Did it hurt?"
"A little," I said. "You can spank me a bit harder next time."
"If you insist," he said, which made me smile.

It was a good day in the treehouse, as usual and as expected.

Getting pinched, pleasured, and spanked on a Friday

On Wednesday, it was clear that my guy and I would be scheduling some time in the treehouse on Friday. Towards the end of that day, he whispered two words in my ear: black panties.

Friday had finally arrived. I got to work at my usual time and talked with my guy, who was pleased to see me. We chatted throughout the day. I actually initiated a conversation with him about needing some information from him. He had a couple of files that I could use on his USB flash drive.

When he first handed over his USB drive, which was attached to his keychain, our hands automatically touched. I squeezed his hand and he reciprocated. We then continued our sexual innuendo-based conversation from Wednesday.

"I wonder what this key does," I said, looking at my guy's keychain. He came over to talk to me.
"Are you pushing my buttons?" he asked, as we were both looking at his car fob.
"I am holding your stick," I said, referring to the USB flash drive.
"Now you have made me blush," he said, but we both knew that he was acting there.

As for the part-time colleague, we both made her feel a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't the content of our conversation. It was that she couldn't interject and contribute to the banter. Where do you go with that, really?

I had a brief conversation with our boss about work. He then brought in my guy to talk about creating a video to train a customer services manager who does not know how to use a software application. My guy suggested that I record a video. I told them that no one wants to hear my voice. My guy said that folks are likely tired of his voice. Our boss agreed that having a female voice would be good, but we were all joking about this task. My guy mentioned husky in the conversation, which we both knew was a reference to mine. My guy loves my voice and has told me that it gets husky whenever we engage in phone sex.

My guy teased me in front of our boss. My boss said that my guy was playing a third-party psychological test on me. I told my guy that he needed psychological help. He thanked me. I was planting another seed.

On Skype, my guy asked me when we'd be heading out. I said that I would in ten minutes. I tend to leave first. My guy follows suit shortly afterwards, simply because I start my workday earlier than he does. It just makes sense that we punch out in that order, so it doesn't look like he is goofing off. Then again, it is Friday. Goofing off is okay.

I drove to our local spot. Before I had left the office, my cell phone was completely dead. I decided to pull battery out and reseat it. That worked. By the time my phone was powered up, my guy had parked his car next to mine. I had the windows down. He got out of the car.

"Does your phone work?" he asked me. Before I could answer, I knew that he couldn't care less anymore.
"Yes, see," I said, showing him my phone as if I were a little girl.
"Wow!" he said. He was looking at my bare thighs. 

On Monday, he had asked when I would be wearing a skirt again. I decided to find my short, black mini skirt and wear it for this occasion.

I got into the backseat of his car, which is our treehouse. I wasn't sure how graceful an entrance I'd make wearing such a short skirt. He didn't care. He liked what he was seeing. His hand immediately touched my left thigh.

We kissed. A lot. The usual. I unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his toned chest.

He played with my breasts. He then adjusted my blue t-shirt and slipped it off my left shoulder to show my black bra strap. He then pulled my shirt down a bit and took out my left breast.

I enjoy when he adjusts my clothing and how I am seated. I feel like a helpless doll, which is completely different than how I am in the real world.

"See, wearing a short skirt has its benefits," he stated, as we were embracing. "I have full access to you."

He took my left leg and put it over his lap. He moved his hands up and down my leg. I could tell that he loved feeling my leg. He took my other leg and put it up against the armrest. My right foot was nearly touching the steering wheel.

My guy lifted my skirt up and played with my black lacy panties that I was wearing. He started fingering my clit, which derived so much pleasure, as usual. He then moved to fingering my butt simultaneously.

"Do you want another finger in your pussy?" he asked me. I knew that my answer was pointless.
"Yes, sir," I said.
"I won't do it just yet," he said.
"When will you?" I asked, in an anxious, disappointed tone.
"I don't have to tell you that," he said. "It's up to me."
"I will be patient," I said.

At one point, he had all four fingers in my pussy. I moaned. He did something different.

"Have you ever tasted your juices?" he asked me.
"No," I admitted.

He took his hand out of me and smeared my juices all over my face. He then continued to pleasure me.

It took a bit longer for me to reach orgasm, but I eventually did. As usual, after I come, I tend to rest limp.

I then told him that I didn't like my face smeared. He laughed. He immediately took out his bottle of aftershave, put some of it on a paper towel, and wiped my face.

"I hope I got all of it off," he said.
"I think that you did," I replied. I liked this pampering part. He's good at it.

I rested for a bit before we had round two. My guy likes to actually look at my pussy these days. He is the first guy I have ever been who has loved to look at it. He pulled my black panties down to my thighs and admired the sight of them against my skin.

"Do you feel like a slut?" he asked me, as he was pleasuring me with two fingers up my pussy.
"Yes," I admitted it.
"Because you are," he reinforced and slapped my left cheek with his palm. I liked it.
"I know," I said. He slapped my right cheek to even everything out.

I could feel the pressure as he had four fingers up my pussy and his thumb up my ass. I was so turned on. He then pulled his hand out.

He asked me to masturbate like I do when we are on Skype together. He worked on my butt simultaneously, telling me how many fingers I could use. He allowed me to use two fingers. He used the same number of fingers up my ass. It didn't take must to get me off. I did, feeling dopey, but in a good way afterward.

I finally opened my eyes. My guy was lovingly looking into my eyes.

"You are so gorgeous," he said. "You are like a schoolgirl lying there, letting me have my way with you in the backseat."

I was so relaxed. My guy took my left hand and cleaned it up. I knew that he enjoyed looking at my manicured fingernails as he was doing the cleaning.

My guy continued playing with my pussy. It was sweet how he was rubbing it.

Round three. Yes, I wasn't expecting round three.

He started pinching my pussy lips and then pinching my buttocks. I loved the sensation, although it hurt.

"You know, all week, you have made nasty remarks about me to colleagues at work," as he continued to do a pinching number on my backside.
"I was teasing you," I said.
"You didn't think that I wasn't going to punish you, did you?"
"I'm sorry," I said, letting him know that my butt was getting sore.
"Sorry isn't good enough," he stated sternly.
"Ow! My butt hurts, sir."
"It's supposed to hurt."

And, he fingered me yet again. He has magical fingers. I was surprised that I got off again. I was also spent. I rested in his arms. He kissed my forehead.

After he had cleaned up, he rubbed my legs and caressed my face. He's sweet that way.

His right hand moved to caressing my backside. He then lightly smacked my bottom and the intensity started to increase.

"What's that for?" I asked him.
"For being a brat this week," he admitted with a smile. "I love your reaction to when I finger you."
"What do I do?" I asked him, not completely aware of what I do.
"You moan. You breathe more heavily. When I smack your buttocks, you hug me tightly, like you're doing now."

I wanted to work on him, but he was okay with focusing on me today. He wanted to make me happy. He also liked what he was seeing. He told me that hiding my sexy legs in pants was a shame and then smiled at me.

We then went back to square one. We kissed passionately. I especially like to cradle the back of his head as we kiss.

"I could kiss you for hours," he admitted. "I love your full lips and your tongue."
"Which tongue?" I joked.

After two hours, we got out of the car and embraced. I could feel how hard his cock was. I knew that we'd be working on him soon.

I love when the workweek ends on such a good note.

Skipping one meeting to have a spanking-good-time meeting instead

This week was a long workweek. Sometimes, Fridays are great for goofing off.

My Friday started off pretty well. I was doing a decent amount of work and was productive. Toward the end of the morning, my guy (MG) logged on to Skype and we started to text.

MG: Hey
Me: Hey... how are you?
MG: Good. How are your cheeks... both sets? :)
Me: One set isn't as sore as the other set was on Wednesday. :)
MG: Oh, that's good.

He asked me when I would be in the office. He wanted to have another meeting in our treehouse, but once I got into the office. I told him that I had a meeting with our boss that would be a problem. My guy had to leave a bit early today. I decided to deviate from my goody-goody personality and offered to cancel my meeting with our boss. My guy didn't want any chaos to ensue. I told him that our boss has often cancelled our Friday afternoon meeting with me. I had yet to return the favour. So, I did.

I decided to wear a lacy pair of black panties. I was looking for my black mini skirt that I had worn a while back, but I couldn't find it. I also managed to find the first implement that my guy had ever bought for me to use on my backside.

I got to our usual parking lot a couple of minutes before 14:30. My guy was already there. I pulled up next to him. Our eyes met as we both got out of our respective cars. We said hi and headed into our treehouse.

He got into the treehouse first. I handed him the wooden, slotted spatula that he had bought late last year.

"You'll be needing this," I said, handing him the spanking implement. He smiled and took it.
"I remember it well," he remarked.

My guy said that he hadn't been there long. He had been there for ten minutes, which I found to be long. He told me that I was punctual, as usual. I knew that it wouldn't be a reason that he would use to spank me today.

We held hands. He told me that I was gorgeous. He's sweet. Our lips met. We kissed a lot. They were long, sweet, passionate kisses. We finally unlocked in what would be roughly about ten minutes of kissing.

"Have you been good?" he whispered in my ear.
"Not really," I said, as we continued to kiss a bit.
"You know what happens to bad girls like you?" he asked rhetorically.
"Nope," I said, although I knew what was coming.

We both moved over. He sat in the middle of the backseat. I went over his knee.

"You remember on Wednesday when you didn't wear your black panties?" he asked me. I was getting aroused. I was hoping that he would use this detail as a playful reason to spank me. Hoping works well.
"Yes," I said, feeling my guy caressing my backside with his hand.
"You think that you can wear anything you want, don't you?" he asked, groping each buttock for a bit before pinching each one hard.
"Yes," I said defiantly, feeling a bit sore from his hard pinches. He was also playing with my clit without pulling down my jeans.
"Well, you're going to get punished for not wearing those black lacy panties that I like," he stated.

The first slap with the wooden spatula landed on my left buttock. I loved the sound and sting of it smacking against my jeans. My lacy panties weren't protecting my backside much. He alternated swatting each buttock. I love when he scolds me as he spanks me.

"Whenever you come to work (smack), you need to wear black panties (smack). Do you understand? (smack)"
"Nope, I don't get it," I said, testing the waters.
"You don't understand?" he asked, sounding a bit surprised. "I will make you understand."

He continued to slap me with the wooden spatula, but also smacked the backs of my thigh and calves, which I know that he likes doing. I enjoy it as well.

"Do you think that I am done punishing you?" he asked me.
"No, sir," I said.
"That's right," he commented, continuing to give me the spanking that I have longed to have. "You will be spanked whenever you don't have those black lacy panties on."

He checked to see if I was wearing them today. Like a cute schoolboy, he was pleased to see the lacy band under my jeans.

Finally, he stopped. He wanted to finger me. So, I got up and we both got my jeans off me. He pleasured me by fingering both my clit and my butt. I was so turned on that it didn't take long for me to come. It was wonderful. I rested in his arms afterward. He kissed my face gingerly. I thanked him.

"I like being in your arms, among other things," I said, content to rest for a bit. He smiled.

Probably five minutes later, he whispered a question in my ear.

"Do you want to be dopey today?"
"I don't think that you'll be leaving work by 18:40 today if you do," I said with a smile. He laughed.

He has figured out that making me come twice gets me in the same relaxed, dopey state of mind that he does when he comes just once. He fingered me again and called me a whore. It took a bit longer for me to come, but I did again.

When I get into this dopey mode, I tend to giggle more.

My guy was playing with my right hip, feeling the contrast between my lacy panties and my skin. The way that he was rubbing my hip was making me giggle, as I am highly ticklish. He then decided to do a physical examination on me, trying to figure out which parts me were ticklish. At one point, I was laughing so hard that my head was resting comfortably on his lap, my knees were bent and together in an upright, fetal position, and I was telling him to stop. He held me as if I were a little girl. It was sweet.

He then suggested that I give him a physical exam. We both shifted positions. He pulled down his slacks and briefs. His penis was erect. I took a hair elastic band and tied my hair back.

He wanted me to lick his cock, so I did like a popsicle. He wanted to see my tongue move up and down the entire length of his erect penis. He loved the look of it.

I kept sucking and licking him. I could tell that he was enjoying the moment. He then told me to stop. I pulled his penis out of my mouth and proceeded to give him a handjob. He finds it exceptionally arousing to see my manicured fingers wrapped around his penis. I did that for a bit. He likes changing it up. Today was no exception.

He then took over rubbing his penis. He asked me to play with his balls. He even went one step further and asked me to finger his butt. So, I fingered him, which made him come effortlessly.

After cleaning up, we rested in each other's arms.

"You know, I am getting a prostate exam on the 14th," he confided in me.
"I just gave you one," I joked.
"I wish you were doing the exam," he stated. "I hope that my doctor doesn't find your ring up my ass when she performs the test."

He's funny.

We kissed and hugged some more. It's always difficult to part when we want to be with each other longer. My guy also likes to adjust my clothing on me.

"Let me fix your blouse," he said. "It's on too low. We can't have guys looking at you that way. Just me."
"So, only you can approve who can see my clevage?" I asked, smiling at how sweet my guy can be.
"Exactly," he said, with a grin on his face.

We eventually got out of the treehouse. We stood, embraced, and kissed a couple of times. It was a lovely Friday afternoon. I wish all Friday meetings were like that one.

Phone sex on Skype and black panties

My guy is in St. Petersburg, Russia for the next week. The time difference between us is eight hours. I managed to catch him on Skype this afternoon.

It seems like it has been ages since we both engaged in phone sex. I was thrilled to hear his voice again. He told me that he missed me. The feeling is mutual.

Our sessions over Skype reveal a lot. I have known for a while that my guy loves when I wear a black bra. He likes the contrast between it against my skin. What I didn't know is that he also likes black panties.

I am not the type to match the colour of my bra with my panties. I guess that I will always be a bit of a tomboy in this regard. I told him that I am not big on wearing a thong. Nothing says uncomfortable like giving yourself a wedgie all day. He laughed and agreed.

He likes lace panties. He knows that I have hipster ones that have lace on top. He actually likes panties that "don't cover up much," which made me smile. So, I will need to do some research on getting black panties. I don't exactly have a sexy black pair handy. It's a great excuse to go shopping.

I have always felt that I am not as great at phone sex as he is. My guy has always been patient with me. I shocked him during our session:

"When I see you in your black bra, it drives me wild," he admitted.
"Maybe next time when I see you, I'll let you take my t-shirt off, so you can see me with that black bra on," I stated. "I like it when you cup my breasts. You then reach behind my back to unhook my bra and gently slip it off me. You caress my breasts with your hands, with my nipples getting harder. You then suck them and pleasure me."
"You know, you're really good at this," he complimented. "I am completely turned on."
"I have learned from the best," I admitted.

During one of our recent makeout sessions together, he decided to try something different. He likes referring to me as his slut, which I enjoy, too. He slapped the left side of my face, followed by my right side. I liked it. I introduced it into our sex conversation today. He likes having his way with me in his fantasy. I like that thought, too.

I also like the idea of having him grab my hair, slap my face, and having me submit to giving him a blowjob. We talked about that today. He misses seeing my lips wrapped around his erect penis. I miss pleasuring him.

The best part of our conversation was incorporating being his slut in with being spanked.

"I want to pinch your buttocks hard," he admitted. "I want to spank you till you cry."
"Because I am your naughty little slut?" I asked rhetorically.
"Yes," he stated. "I want to fill you from behind and enjoy seeing how red your ass is, as you cry in pain and pleasure."

He's good. Naturally, we both came. It was quite an intense talk today.

Afterward, my guy said something that was both sweet and funny.

"You have the cutest chin and the most gorgeous smile," he said, flattering me. "Every time I see your smile in the office, I was to come over and kiss you. Fuck everyone around us!"

I knew what he had meant. It's not like he literally wanted to screw everyone around us. As much as we'd like to be hands-on with each other at work, we keep things professional. We don't kiss at work, except when we are alone in an elevator.

And yes, we talked about how we both love kissing and groping each other in the elevator.

"I hope that one day, the elevator at work gets stuck, and we are trapped in it for two hours," he admitted.
"I would like that," I said. "I have thoughts about being spanked by and having sex with you in an elevator."
"Can you imagine if that happened?" he asked. "We'd have a baby nine months down the road."

He's right. We would not be able to keep our hands away from each other. I am hoping for that day when the elevator at work does get stuck for at least an hour with only the two of us together. A girl can only hope.

Birthday spankings throughout the day

My guy has come a long way. When we first met and were getting to know each other, I didn't think in a million years that he would be interested in spanking. I told him that I enjoyed giving and receiving. He didn't hesitate to learn how to spank me. Thankfully, he hasn't stopped.

Last week, we went on vacation together for the first time. It was wonderful and relaxing. My birthday was conveniently a part of the vacation festivities.

Normally, just after midnight, when it is officially my birthday, I tend to receive my birthday spanking. We had been out for the day and were both tired. We were in bed already, cuddling.

"Happy birthday," he whispered in my ear, holding me in his arms.
"Thanks," I said. "What do you have in store for me?"
"I have big plans for you," he said, hugging me tightly.

He slowly moved his hand towards my pajama shorts and caressed my bottom. He then playfully spanked me. He then slid his hand under both my short and panties, and gave me a number of pinches. I was turned on. I could tell he was, too.

"It's just a teaser for what is ahead of you," he said.
"I can't wait," I said, hugging him tightly before we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to my guy tenderly kissing my forehead and face.

"Rise and shine, my birthday angel," he said to me. He's charming that way.

We both got ready to go down to a local restaurant for breakfast. I had come out of the shower. He looked at me longingly. He took my hand and led me to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed. I removed my towel and placed it on the chair. I was completely naked. I obediently went over his knee.

"Happy birthday, sweetie," he said, smacking my left buttock with his bare hand.

He continued to give me x swats, where x represents my age. He then gave me two more smacks for good luck, along with a couple of pinches. I was incredibly turned on.

We had talked about what implements that I like to be spanked with. I love a good wooden ruler. He has never spanked me with one before. Well, he was sweet to have brought one with him. He used it on my bare backside, taking his time to deliver x swats on my getting-to-be-sore bottom. I loved every stroke that came down hard.

He signalled the end of my spanking my lovingly massaging my warmed up backside. I got up, sat on his lap, and kissed and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and we held each other for a bit. It was nice.

We continued our day being tourists and sightseeing. In the evening, we went out for dinner and saw a show. We then came back to the hotel.

"I want to spank you one final time on your birthday, before it's no longer your birthday," he stated with a huge smile on his face.

He was holding the purple fuzzy paddle that has a leather side that packs quite the wallop.

I removed my shorts and bent over the desk in our room. My pink panties were covering my buttocks, but not for long.

My guy came over, and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. His hands moved down my bare arms. They made it to my buttocks. He was tenderly caressing them. He then sensually pulled down my panties, exposing my bare butt.

He made me count each swat that landed on each buttock. I have never counted out loud before. The leather landing on each buttock hurt. He took his time to meticulously paddle me. As painful as it was, I was extremely wet.

I was weak by the time the last swat was delivered. He let me rest on the desk for a bit. He came over and moulded his body against mine. He hugged me, and gave me tons of kisses down my neck and shoulders.

"You are incredibly special,"he whispered in my ear. He helped me to my feet. I looked at him and kissed him.
"Thank you," I said humbly.

We kissed some more. His hands made it down to my buttocks. He massaged my backside. It was sore.

"I like going to bed with a sore bottom," I said, with a huge smile on my face.
"Did I do a good job?" he asked me.
"You were wonderful," I said, which prompted him to hug me as if he didn't want to let me go.

It was a good birthday.

Pre-birthday festivities begin with pinches

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Birthday spanking - counting feature is new for me

My birthday is a month away. I tend to look forward to my birthday because I enjoy receiving a sound birthday spanking.

I like thinking about how I will be spanked. I love being spanked over my pajama bottoms at roughly the stroke (pun intended!) of midnight, which then come off. I then get spanked over my panties. They ultimately come off and all the spanker can do is watch my bare backside turn various shades of pink.

I have planted a few ideas into my guy's head on what I would like to happen to me. It isn't like he doesn't know. One element that is new, however, is counting each smack delivered out loud.

We both are quiet counters. I do think that my counting each smack that lands across my backside will excite me even more. My guy will like it because it's an added embarrassment for me, which he tends to enjoy when we are role-playing.

The question is whether I should count before or after each smack. I would like to count after each smack is delivered. I will be struggling to register each smack before I can utter the number out loud. I will be in some pain that I may get it wrong. If my guy has to start from the beginning because I have made an error, I would be okay with it.

Without even asking him, my guy told me that he wants to pinch my bottom hard. I will get a pinch for ever year that I have been on this planet.

I can guarantee that I will be a happy birthday girl with a glowing, sore bottom that day. My birthday seems so far away.

Endurance spankings and pinches

The other night, I was working from home. It was roughly 18:00. I was briefly connected to the network through VPN, which automatically shuts down my connection to Skype.

My guy noticed that I went offline. I had to use our file repository system to check in my work. When I came back online, we wrote for a bit.

"Are you really offline?" he asked me.
"Yes and no," I replied. "When I'm checking in files, I'm offline on Skype. When I terminate my VPN connection, I'm online, even though I was never offline."

There was a bit of silence. I then continued my instant message:

"I think that you're offline now."

I got a smiley face back from my guy. He wanted to chat. So, we did that.

He advised me that he will be on the road at a customer site all next week. He then has two weeks at another customer site in Germany. I could tell that he wanted to say that he was going to miss me. I know that the feeling is mutual.

He wanted to see me today, but things got hectic work-wise for the both of us. He did ask me some interesting questions.

The first question was whether I had been reading any spanking stories as of late. I had told him about Spanky and Kallisto's 2012 resolution to spank the latter's backside 50,000 times. With this year being a leap year, if you get spanked every day, without any recovery time, you'd need 137 smacks to reach this goal. It's attainable, for sure. I like this resolution so much. I would need recovery time, though.

My guy then asked if I liked my backside pinched. He had done it a few times to me already. He knows that I like anything now that has to do with my buttocks being spanked and groped. I used to like getting pinched. I haven't experienced pinching for a bit. I think that I'd like getting them more regularly.

I then talked about my quest to find a fuzzy purple paddle. I had talked about it being out of stock around Christmas time. Well, I have found another one that I want even more. Of course, it's out of stock, too.

Anyway, I am hoping to go back to the office tomorrow and see if my guy wants us to spend some quality time in the backseat of his car. We both need a bit of a break from work. I also need some hands-on attention.

A pinch of this, a pinch of that...

I'm flashing back to my childhood again.  I've been baking up a storm in the kitchen these days, now that I have what seems to be free time again to do activities that I love.  Baking is one of them.  As you may have noticed, I've updated my blog more in the month of December than all my entries this summer.

If you have been reading my blog for a bit, you probably can tell that I love a good spanking, but also enjoy receiving a few pinches on my backside.  Where did pinches come into play for me?  This entries is where I attempt to sort this interest out.

I remember being four years old.  My mom gave me baths and would often pinch my bottom.  It wasn't such a hurtful pinch that I had to rub my bottom.  It was out of love.

In senior kindergarten, I had a female teacher who would give unsuspecting children in her class pinches on their backsides during gym class.  They weren't often, I'm afraid.  It would generally happen on a sort of horizontal beam.  My childhood friends and I would hang over this beam, with our posteriors facing up.  Naturally, the teacher would walk around.  I suppose she couldn't resist and gave each up-in-the-air bottom a pinch.  You felt it.  This happened to me just once.  A friend of mine gave me a pinch once, saying that it was the teacher.

A few years later, when I was in grade two, I saw a male teacher come in and scoop a birthday boy up on his birthday.  Spanks and pinches were given to my classmate.  It intrigued me.  I was kind of bummed (no pun intended) that my birthday was in the summer.  Kids catch on fast. =)

I like the birthday spanking ritual of giving "a pinch to grow an inch" towards the end of the happy procedure.  I normally wanted at least two pinches -- one pinch for each cheek.  Equality is important, you know!  Getting pinches after being spanked kind of tests how sore your bottom is.  It's really my icing on the cake.

Over the years, I have incorporated more pinches into my spanking life.  G isn't particularly fond of getting pinches.  However, when we first went swimming together just after we had got married, he didn't do much in the water.  He stood there in the shallow end for some reason.  On several occasions, I came up to him and gave him a few pinches while he was standing there.  He felt them.  I slowly got him to slightly like getting pinches.  I think he finds it more painful when I put him over my knee and spanking him over his wet swimming trunks, and then pull them down and spank him on his bare, wet bottom.  It does hurt more, which is why I love giving him a sneak-attacking spanking when he comes out of the shower.

Anyway, getting back to pinches, I still get a couple of pinches to grow a couple of inches, even though I no longer grow taller.  We've experimented, where the last two pinches get held for n seconds, where n represents my age.  Yep, it hurts, but I do get even more aroused.  

In recent years, I have asked G to give me pinches totalling my age after a much deserved spanking.  I now get that many pinches on each cheek.  I do like it, although I do pay for the soreness afterwards.

In the past, we have experimented with my getting a set of pinches first before getting spanked.  I didn't like it as much.  The pinches were tenderizing my bottom before the hard swats came down.  Flipping them around has been far more fun for both of us.

Who says you should only get pinches for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day?  Pinches aren't for everyone, but they certainly spice up our spankings.

Groping in public

Last Monday, I went with a good friend to see James Blunt play at an intimate concert theatre here in T.O. Although my husband, G, likes James Blunt's music, he refuses to stand during an entire show. He'd rather have assigned seating. You would think that after a sound spanking, he'd like the idea of standing. It's less painful that sitting on a wooden chair for that same period, for instance.

Anyway, at the end of the show, there was this one couple standing next to us. They were in each other's arms. The guy was groping and lightly patting his significant other's bottom. My friend didn't like it one bit. Her attitude was for them to get a room. As for me, it sparked a number of thoughts.

First, that would have been more intriguing had the woman actually had a nice backside. G describes my backside as being spankable. He interprets that as being cute -- enough for it to jiggle when firmly smacked, but far from being skin over bones. I've noticed that I cannot fill out the backside of any pants I wear these days, so my cheeks aren't exactly full. As long as the husband loves spanking my backside, that's all that matters to me.

So, this woman's backside was bony. She wore tight jeans and there wasn't any definition to her cheeks. What exactly was there for her beau to pat or grope? Forget even attempting to pinch her bum. Her jeans were too tight for that and there wouldn't have been anything to pinch.

As for me, the thought of having G give me a smack or two in public is highly arousing. He doesn't do that unless I ask. There are times where he'll threaten to spank me in the car as I'm driving us somewhere. I want to pull over, park the car, get out, open his side of the door, go over his knee, and tell him to spank me hard. That has yet to happen.

When I'm at the airport and one of us is flying off on a business trip, we'll hug, kiss, and he will discreetly give me a lovetap or two. I do like that. The majority of the time, I do most of the loving, public lovetaps.

I recall G putting some bags of store-bought items in the backseat of the car once. He was bent over. I went over and lightly spanked him over his jeans and called him a naughty little boy. And, whenever we take a swim in the pool, he is shy about kissing me there. I, however, pinch his bottom underwater.

To those who celebrate Thanksgiving, have a terrific one. I am thankful for plenty of spankings given and received. I am also thankful that G and I continue to enjoy spending our lives together with sore, rosy red bottoms.

My birthday and the spanking that goes with it

G and I have a ritual. In the past, as soon as it was midnight, I'd be over G's lap for my much deserved birthday spanking. It's that time of year where I bare my backside for a good, long birthday spanking.

It was actually 00:06 when the festivities took place. I had on a pair of white hipster panties and a pair of pajama shorts that are made of lightweight cotton. I obviously wasn't going to protect my backside from this celebratory ritual.

I was first bent over a desk. G lightly gave me n + 1 love-taps on each cheek. I'm a math geek, so let's just say that y = n + 1, where n is my age, the extra spank is for good luck. As a result, I got y light taps. Additionally, in math, when doing a proof, the left side of any equation must equal the right. So, I need to have the same number of smacks on each cheek. Of course, I make exceptions to this rule, because I can!

The shorts came off and y love-taps continued on each cheek. G lowered my panties and the same exercise took place on my bare bottom.

I wanted pinches this year. Did I ever get them! I got y pinches on my bare bottom, which kind of tenderized it for what was coming.

He pulled both my panties and shorts up. He then instructed me to lie over his knee. I did so obediently and with heightened interest.

Over my shorts, y slightly harder smacks were administered to each cheek. He pulled down my shorts and did the same procedure over my panties and my bare bottom.

He asked me to bend over his lap, with my arms holding me up, my torso parallel to the bed, and my bottom conveniently available for his right hand to swat. y hard swats on each cheek. My bottom was warming up nicely. I could feel it.

I was then asked to stand up. I did. I had to place my hands up against the wall, as if I were being stripped and searched. It was intriguing. He gave me y hard smacks on my now sore bottom.

I went over his knee again. He brought out one of my favourite paddles. It's made of wood. The width is similar to a wooden ruler. The thickness must be a quarter of an inch. I was paddled over my shorts, over my panties, and then on my bare bottom. All were y times on each cheek. However, he continued to assault my poor bottom with the paddle. I got the flat, ruler part used during four sets of y swats or 4y. He then changed the position of the paddle in his hand, striking it over my bottom as if it were a short cane 4y times. I got the flat part of the paddle again y times on each side.

To end my official birthday spanking, he pinched my now sore, pink bottom fifty times on each cheek. Yes, this deviated from the y equation. I didn't mind, although pinches do hurt on a tender bottom! He then gave me a few hard smacks to see if I was truly sore. I was. We then cuddled.

I am now sitting here, with an awfully sore bottom. Birthdays are fun times for me. What more could a naughty girl ask for?

Birthday spankings -- the planning stages

My husband's birthday is fast approaching and I'm still planning how to administer his spanking. I have many ideas going through my head.

I do want to give him a caning. He likes the cane, but we haven't done that in years, I'm afraid. We used to have one, but I'm not sure what happened to it. I'm sure he didn't hide it from me! Rather, we have moved a few times over the past six years that I'm sure we've misplaced that somewhere. So, that's on my shopping list. He'll never guess what it is if I wrap it up... ha!

Naturally, I'll be pulling him over my knee for his bare-bottomed birthday spanking. It is a ritual for us to bare our bottoms on our birthdays for the celebratory ritual. I am wondering if I should paddle him, too.

As for me, besides getting the traditional birthday spanking, I would like a few variations:

• My backside has rarely been pinched. I would like to experience what n pinches would feel like after my birthday spanking, where n represents my age.
  
• I'd like a good spanking with a slipper. My hubby did that to me years back. It's time to bring it out again. It's long overdue.
  
• A wooden ruler across my bottom would be nice.
  

Hey, maybe I can get all three as a special birthday present. I'd like that.

Recollections of my first spanking

I started dating G a few months after my twentieth birthday. He found out that I liked being spanked when he swatted me over my jeans a few times. Likewise, he opened up and said that he was a spanko, too.

I had never been spanked in my life, until this one day. He asked if I wanted to be spanked. I said yes, but didn't want a bare-bottomed one. As a result, he spanked me over my jeans, over his knee. I could feel the dull ache after it. It felt good. I was turned on. He was incredibly patient with me.

A day later, he asked if I wanted another spanking. I did. It was again over his knee. First, it was over my pants. He then asked if I wanted him to lower my panties down. I was willing to try it out, so I said yes.

Yes, I got my first bare-bottomed spanking. It was perhaps six smacks on each cheek with his hand. I loved it! It's now to the point where I take a lot more smacks for a longer period. It was a loving spanking that has endured over the course of our friendship, love, and marriage.

For the first few months, we experimented with a number of objects. To this day, I prefer getting spanked with G's bare hand. It's such a personal touch and my bottom is left a sore, lasting impression... ha! He also used the wooden hairbrush, which I like, but can only handle for so long before I squirm in pain.

G likes the cane. I gave him six of the best one day, as they say. It was his first caning received, and my first giving. We both don't like getting caned to the point where blood is drawn. I don't mind the cane, either.

G asked me to use his belt to strap him early in our relationship. I didn't like doing that to him. He didn't seem to mind getting his bottom strapped. I've also used a wooden clothes hanger on his cute bottom. I'd sooner use my hand on his backside, too.

I also like paddling him, particularly with him bent over a desk. He's okay with getting paddled, but has a lower pain threshold than I do. Yes, G said that to me after a few of these fun sessions. I wasn't even aware of that. Anyway, I do like getting paddled. A wooden paddle I had bought off eBay several years ago hangs on a hook in our bedroom. It comes in handy, I must confess.

We used to have our differences on getting pinches. He didn't like them, but I do. However, I changed his mind a few years after we were married. We were swimming together in the pool at a health club. We kissed. Sadly, I couldn't spank him underwater. Instead, I gave him a few loving pinches. I had completely changed his mind about receiving pinches. I'm so glad. He has a wonderful bottom for them.

Our spanking adventures continue to this day. It doesn't hurt unless you try. I know, I should lay off on the puns now.

Pinches and lovetaps

So, how did I become a spanko? I can't really pinpoint one event, so I'll have to briefly go back to when I was a youngster.

I recall being five years of age and my mother would bathe me daily. In the shower, from time to time, when it was over, she's lightly pinch my bottom. It didn't force me to rub one side of my bottom. I just remember it as being a loving gesture from my mom.

What did hurt a bit was being in kindergarten. It was gym time and we had a balance beam. We were too small to do anything incredibly creative, other than resting our bellies over the beam. This was apparently a perfect time for our kindergarten teacher to come over and pinch our bottoms. It didn't happen too often to me, but when it did, it did hurt a tad.

I was a pretty good girl. My parents never gave me an over-the-knee spanking in my life.

My childhood friend, whose birthday was November 20, told me the following day that her teacher had given her a birthday spanking in front of the entire class, but it wasn't hard. She demonstrated it on me at an intersection, as we were waiting for the traffic light to turn green. At that point, this didn't do anything for me.

Perhaps it was in grade 2 when spankings started to appeal to me. One day, my teacher was reviewing my math answers I had completed. I clearly remember what had happened after that.

I was standing next to her. She held me, while I was standing and kind of bent over. She lightly swatted my backside for roughly a minute with her hand.

"Do you know why I did that?" she asked me.
"No," I said, not knowing really how I felt, while looking down at my white shoes with Mickey Mouse on them.
"Because you were a naughty girl."

She proceeded to return my math answers to me and I returned to my desk.

That same year, I witnessed my male classmate getting scooped up by a visiting male teacher on his birthday, and getting a combination of spanks and pinches on his bottom, before he was placed back on the carpet, where everyone else was for story time. Wow.

Again, with math exercises, I went to give my math exercise answers to my teacher.

"You finished all your exercises, Cutiebootie?" she asked me.

Without even having an answer, she gave me a swat on my bottom with her hand and then gave me a side hug.

That same year, we had a major spelling test. She said to us, "If you get three or more mistakes, the smacks!" Well, I did get five words spelled incorrectly, but I never got a single smack on my bottom.

In grade five, I played the viola in our strings class. This happened just once, but my music teacher came over and used the rubber part of his baton on my bottom. That lone swat did sting a bit.

So, trying to sort this out now makes more sense. In my mind, these spanking/pinching incidents weren't because I was truly naughty. I was a good student. I look back and it makes sense why I ended up loving music, math, gym, and showers. My bottom getting pinched or spanked in each case was a positive experience for me.

And, yes, I love a good birthday spanking to this day. Since I've known G, he has given me a birthday spanking every year, generally over his knee, with my bottom bared.

I am truly loved.