U is for up

It was towards the end of the workday last week. I was at the office on the third floor. I needed to head back to the fifth floor, where I normally work.

I tend to take the elevator upstairs. When I think about it, I should use the stairs more often.

Anyway, the elevator came. The doors opened. I caught a couple making out. They saw me and they seemed somewhat surprised. I felt a bit uncomfortable. However, they reminded me of my guy and me making out.

"Sorry to intrude," I said, entering the elevator. "As soon as I leave, you guys can resume."
"It's okay," the man said. "There's no Aerosmith."
"It's too bad that there isn't any Muzak in these elevators," I said, which made them both laugh.

I wished them a good evening and left the elevator, smiling. They were a lighter version of my guy and me. They were missing the groping, fondling, pinching, and spanking that we often do.

Lunch and quality spanking time

My workweek last week deviated from the norm, mainly because I had to conduct an interview and come in on Thursday for a luncheon. I told my guy that I'd come fetch him from the training room and drive over to the buffet-style restaurant for lunch. He was good.

My guy looked tired when I saw him at 12:30 pm. He told me that he had been spending his lunch hour every day in his car, napping. He asked that I drive him over there. I was perfectly fine with this plan. He got to ride in my new car. I got to put my hand on his lap.

Lunch was fun. We had good company and it was nice to entertain a colleague who was here from New Jersey. My guy and I are like a comedy duo when we're together. I am glad that everyone at the table had an enjoyable time.

I drove my guy back to the office. I couldn't help but caress his head after I had parked.

"There will be plenty of time for that later, sweetness," he said, smiling at me.
"I know, sweetie. I just couldn't resist."

We both worked for over three hours straight. It was a decent, productive afternoon. My guy logged on to Skype and asked if I was ready to have some quality time. I was. He was, too.

We met in the treehouse. I had a linen, pale blue skirt on. I ceremoniously handed him my wooden ruler.

My guy looked at my sandals. I had told him in the past that I needed to get rid of them. He suggested that he take them off my feet and have me drive home without them. I told him that driving barefoot wouldn't be good for me. He agreed, but told me not to wear them again.

"How have you been?" he asked me after we had briefly stopped kissing.
"I'm good, but you always think I'm bad," I replied.
"You are always bad," he told me, slipping his hand under my butt and pinching my left buttock hard.
"Is this your way of telling me to bend over?"
"Yes, you need to bed over so I can give you a bad girl spanking," he replied.

I was on my hands and knees, about to go over his lap. He couldn't wait to spank me. He gave me several smacks with his hand. I was instantly aroused. I then obediently went over his lap.

He used the wooden ruler across my backside, briefly protected by my lilac lacy panties and skirt. He lifted my skirt up and continued slapping my butt with the ruler, while telling me that I will always be his bad girl. I loved it.

My panties were lowered. He played a number game by taking turns inserting a finger in my wet pussy. By the time he was done, he had four fingers up my pussy and his thumb fingering my butt. I came several times during this fine game. All of them were satisfying. I was incredibly dopey by the end of it and had to snuggle up against him afterwards. I was so sweaty. He just continued to sweetly smile at me while holding me in a loving embrace.

My guy then played the hands-on-tummy game. He gets a big kick out of how uncomfortable a ticklish girl like me gets with his hand moving about on my tummy. It's a tickling session, really.

I did manage to rub his cock, which was hard under his pants. However, I could tell that he was enjoying pleasuring me more. He was okay with focusing on me.

We talked about cars. My guy prefers driving a manual car. I don't know how to drive one. My guy has offered to teach me once he gets a manual car again.

"Will you yell at me when your car stalls after I mess up shifting gears?" I asked him.
"No, I would never yell at you during the lessons," he assured me. "After each lesson, I'd spank you for messing up. You'd feel the soreness the next time you have another driving lesson with me."

My guy certainly has a way with words. Learning how to drive a manual car couldn't come any sooner.

He's back and so was treehouse time!

On Monday, my guy and I saw each other at work for the first time in over a week. Seeing him was a sight for sore eyes. I mean that literally. I was working away at my cubicle, staring at the computer monitor when he walked in.

We talked for quite some time. It was nice to catch up.

What? We didn't immediately drive over to our regular spot and climb into the treehouse? Oddly, no, we didn't. We chatted for what seemed to be hours.

Treehouse time was on Wednesday.

My guy was in a training class all week. Our company has clients in this training class who do pre-sales. On Monday, my guy had mentioned to me that the class was boring and suggested that I come visit him.

So, he came up from the training room to see me on Wednesday. We could both tell just by looking at each other that we were happy to see each other. He asked me how my drive into work was. I asked him how training was going. It was a nice ten-minute chat.

I then whispered to my guy whether the offer to visit this training class was still on. It was.

Did I tell you that the part-time writer at work drives me nuts? Well, going to this training class was a nice diversion. I took my laptop and cell phone with me, and walked to the elevators with my guy.

We got into an elevator. We had it all to ourselves. The doors closed. I caressed the back of his head as our lips met. My guy was hugging me with one hand and rubbing my crotch with the other.

"I've missed you," I said, as we briefly parted lips for a few seconds.
"I have missed you, too."

We kissed a bit more before we got to the main floor. We walked to the training room. My guy introduced me to the four clients. The training course then continued.

I had taken this course a couple of weeks ago, so I had all the examples coded and took them out. My guy sat next to me. He discreetly touched my back and right shoulder. It was nice.

After the course was over for the day, my guy and I walked out of the room, and waited for an elevator. We got into yet another empty one. We got in. The doors closed.

"You look exceptionally pretty today," he said to me in a seductive tone.
"I think you're delusional," I said, as I leaned in to kiss him.
"Maybe I have just missed you," he admitted, as we kissed again.

The doors opened a floor earlier than expected. We hit the proper floor number.

"I don't know what I am doing," my guy stated.
"Me, neither. It's okay," I responded, as we kissed some more.

The doors opened. We got out of the elevator. It was the correct floor, too.

"Let's get out of here and have some treehouse time," my guy stated.
"Sounds perfect."

The only thing that wasn't perfect was that it was my time of the month. So, I couldn't share the fun of using my new vibrator with my guy. It just meant that I could focus more on my guy.

We drove to our usual spot and got into the treehouse. We held hands. He kissed the back of my hand, which he finds smooth. We continued from where we had left off. We locked lips and kissed. French kissed. Licked lips. Kissed.

My guy kissed my chin, which he has always found to be cute. He proceeded to kiss my face and my neck.

My hand moved down to his left side. He did the same to my right side, except that I started to giggle. I am ticklish.

"You are so sweet," he said to me.
"Because I am ticklish, right?"

My guy finds my being ticklish to be sweet and cute. It doesn't bother him one bit.

I had my left hand squeezing his right thigh. He moved my left hand over to his crotch. His penis was hard. I held it in my hand. It was erect.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them and his briefs off. I started to jerk him off.

"You are so angelic," he said in a relaxed voice.
"I am your angelic slut," I said.
"I love that."
"I am angelic to everyone. But, no one knows that I have another side. I am your slut and only we know about that side."
"I love both your sides," he stated, as I continued to give him a handjob.

Last week on Skype, my guy had pointed out that it has been a while since I gave him a blowjob. So, I made amends and went down on him, inviting his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked the tip of it for a bit before I started licking his cock's shaft while moving my lips up and down it. He moved his hand down to my left buttock. He pinched and groped it. It turned me on immensely.

My guy was thoroughly enjoying it. I moved my hand from under his right thigh and played with his balls.

Moments later, he came. He entered dopey mode. I asked him if he was happy. He was. His being happy makes me happy.

"It's nice that I can touch both your heads simultaneously," I said, with my right hand still holding his cock and my left hand caressing his head. He laughed.

What was particularly special to me was my kissing his forehead and head several times. At one point, I rested my cheek on his head between kisses. I enjoy tender moments like this one. He had a permanent smile on his face.

We definitely had missed each other. We talked for quite a bit afterward. It was nice to catch up and to spend some quality time with him again.

Melting away stress with multiple orgasms and planning a spanking session

My guy loves me. He loves being with me. The feeling is completely mutual.

I got to work on Monday. He was in a meeting. When he had a free moment, he came to see me. We started chatting. Of course, our annoying colleague who enjoys jumping into our conversations did just that. She and my guy disagreed over comments they had made about me last week.

Well, my guy was correct. I wasn't at work to hear them. He did saying something nice -- that I am truthful and I don't sugarcoat anything that I say. This colleague said that I was there when they were chatting, but she was mistaken.

My guy could tell that something was irritating me. That something was more our colleague. He is sweet in that he came over with what was left of his jar of chocolate candies. He always offers me chocolate first before he spreads the wealth. I went for the long gold-foiled one.

"It's your favourite one," he said. "I knew that you would choose it."
"You know me too well," I said, smiling at him.

A couple of hours later, he came back to his desk. Most of our colleagues had left for the day. We had a brief chat.

"So, what really was upsetting you earlier?" he asked.
"I made a factual statement to our colleague that I am doing the workload of three people. She said that she felt insulted. I found that reaction to be odd. I had to state that it wasn't meant to be an insult. Before she came to "save the day," I was doing the workload of five people. I think that if she were really doing her job these days, instead of socializing for most of her day, that she wouldn't have reacted that way."

My guy nodded. He came over to my desk and started to rub the back of my neck. I love when he does that. He then whispered whether I would like a meeting. Without really needing to ponder over that question, I nodded my head.

He was waiting for me at our usual spot. I had to change into a denim mini skirt. I also had my lacy black panties on.

I entered our treehouse. My guy could not stop looking at me. We kissed. His hand immediately went for my bare thigh. We stopped for a bit.

"Let me take a look at you," he said, looking at me from head to toe. "You are gorgeous."
"Thanks," I said, and we embraced.
"Do you want to get dopey?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said, which throws us back to when we first started flirting with each other in the office.
"I like maybe," he said, which is really closer to my saying yes. "Is your skirt from the Gap?"
"Yes," I replied.
"I am beginning to like the Gap."

My right hand was wrapped around him, caressing his back. My left hand was on his butt, occasionally playing with his belt around his waist. He had his right hand hugging me and his left hand was on my thigh, which proceeded to play with my pussy, eventually fingering my butt.

"Do you feel like a slut?" he whispered in my right ear.
"Yes, like the slut that I have always been," I replied.

I eventually came and took a break. My guy still had his fingers in my pussy. He admitted that he didn't want to take them out.

My guy likes to push the boundaries a bit from time to time. I came not twice, but three times. Every time, he would show his affection by brushing his hand over my forehead, playing with my hair, or kissing my shoulders and neck.

He played with me for a fourth time. I love when he fingers me. He is skillful at it.

"You're driving me crazy," I said in a low voice, obviously aroused by what he was doing to me.
"I love when you talk like that," he said, obviously pleased that he was doing a good job at pleasuring me.

I came. I don't recall reaching orgasm so many times in succession in recent years, but I did. I then rested in the backseat as my guy cleaned up.

My guy smiled at me sweetly. He touched my cheek and gingerly pinched my cheek.

"You are so cute," he said to me. "I didn't think that you could get cuter than you are right now, but you are."

He had briefly licked my left nipple earlier. I told him that I remembered the only other time that he had sucked it. He remembered that day fondly, too. He went ahead and sucked my left nipple some more. I loved it when his tongue circled around my hard nipple. He nibbled at it a bit. His lips creating suction was wonderful. He looked up at me and we kissed for a bit.

My guy looked at me lovingly. He removed my sandal off my left leg and placed it on the armrest in front of us. I then put my other leg up. He touched my left leg. He proceeded to massage it.

"You really love my legs," I remarked.
"I do," he admitted. He touched the back of my left thigh. "You are so smooth."
"No one has ever done that," I noted.
"The guys that you used to be with don't know how to pleasure you," he stated.

We talked some more.

"I can't believe that you have been hiding your legs from me for so long," he said with a sweet smile on his face.
"I can't go to work every day like this, you know," I stated, which he agreed.
"I am so attracted to you," he admitted. "You are everything that I need."

He is sweet. I told him that he was smooth. That trend continued.

"I love kissing you," I said to him, as we had spent another ten minutes kissing.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your lips, and how soft, full, tender, and smooth your lips are?"
"Maybe," I said with a smile on my face. "I use that word a lot, don't I?"
"I like it," he nodded. "I have never kissed anyone as long and as much as I have kissed you."
"I am honoured," I said.
"The honour is mine," he replied.

I enjoy touching his thigh. I was actually squeezing it lovingly. He liked it.

He told me that he'd like to spank me this Friday. He told me how.

"I'd put you over my knee, lift up your short skirt, and spank you with that wooden spatula over your lacy black panties."
"You'd get quite the view," I said.
"Yes, and I would do more to you while you are in that position."

I liked the last part of our meeting. He spanked my left buttock and pinched it.

"Maybe we should have done this first," he noted. I agreed. "I liked when you touched my butt earlier."
"I loved touching it. You have a cute butt."

I think that he'll be just fine when I ease him into spanking him down the road. I can't wait for Friday to arrive.

Being spanked in a wheelbarrow position... how intriguing!

I have been intrigued by being spanked in a wheelbarrow position, which I saw on Cherry Red Report's recent blog posting.

I have watched the free video on how she is spanked in this position. I love how the spanker methodically spanks each cheek. It turns me on that he gropes and pinches her backside. I have a feeling that it is a position in which I would like to try with my guy.

My guy would probably go a step further. After spanking, groping, and pinching my bare backside, he would finger and pleasure me afterwards.

I will need to discuss this new scenario. After all, he is still planning my birthday spanking. He won't tell me what is in store for me. He has only hinted that my backside will be various shades of red.

Your Internet connection is poor, so spank me!

Last night, my guy and I were trying to connect on Skype. Unfortunately, his hotel's Internet connection was exceptionally sluggish. He could hear me fine, but his voice was choppy.

We tried to reconnect, but it didn't work out. I was a bit bummed by the entire ordeal. He had told me, from what I could make out with every second syllable, that he missed me. I wrote him an e-mail, saying that I felt the same way about him, but that it was nice to hear his voice through all that choppiness.

Tonight, we tried talking on Skype again. He called a bit later. The connection was much better.

He told me that he was putting his clothes on, which intrigued me. He had come back from dinner with a couple of folks that he was doing business with. I had to ask what he was wearing.

"I'm wearing blue shorts and a long-sleeved shirt," he replied. "I also have a hard-on."

Normally, he is the one who initiates phone sex. Today, it was me. He was asking how my day went after I had asked him about his day. After talking for a couple of minutes, I completely changed the subject. Yes, we went straight into phone sex.

"You know that you need to be punished for the bad Internet connection we had last night," he stated calmly.
"I don't think that's entirely fair," I insisted, playing the part of a pouty little girl.
"Well,  the connection was down and you are to blame," he reiterated. "You need to be spanked."
"I suppose that I can't run away from you," I said, getting aroused. "You'll eventually catch me and bend me over."
"Yes," he agreed. "I will spanking that sweet ass of yours."
"Will you use your hand to spank me?" I asked him.
"At first, yes," he said, meticulously thinking about it. "Using my hand to spank you also allows me to pinch you."

It was nice that we both came simultaneously. I was absolutely relaxed and exhausted afterwards. I felt great.

My guy has been in Munich all week. I wished him a good flight back home tomorrow and sweet dreams. He is a sweet man. I love that he thinks that my backside is sweet, too.

Sunshine, blue skies, black bra, and a red bottom

Wednesday was a good day. The sun was shining. I turned my guy on. And, I got spanked.

I probably have Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). I don't get depressed to the point where I do not want to get out of bed. However, a lack of sunshine does make me feel sluggish. I didn't feel that way on Wednesday, though.

I arrived at work in the afternoon. I continue spending half the day at home and the other half at work. My guy came in an hour later from lunch. I could tell that he got his new replacement frames for his eyeglasses. He looked good.

We teased each other for a bit. He came over to my desk to help me with a question that I had about our software application. He was sitting on my desk. I touched his left thigh gently. He liked that. When I had stopped stroking it briefly, he held my hand.

Towards the end of the day, he sent me a message on Skype, asking if we were going to have a meeting. I was game. We drove to our local parking lot and climbed into the backseat of his car.

We talked briefly. He touched my left cheek, stroking it gently. His hand then made its way down to my chin. I smiled. He did, too.

We made out. Sometimes, I feel that we are two teenagers who are madly in love. I could tell that he missed me and wanted me. He was kissing me passionately and intensely. He wanted to be hugged. We were in a close, tight embrace for a bit.

More kissing ensued. He went to touch my tummy and I giggled. I am ticklish.

"I want to touch your tummy," he said with a smile.
"I know. I'm sorry," I said, hugging him. He reciprocated.
"It's okay. You're sweet."

He unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans as we continued to kiss. I moved my hand down to his penis, which was erect under his jeans. He undid his jeans, too, and let me stroke his cock.

He went to hug me again. He then proceeded to put one hand under my sweater and cupped my breasts. He got a look at my bra.

"Ooh, it's black," he said, as if he were a boy who fancied an ice cream.
"Hold on," I said, taking my sweater off.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "So sexy!"

He was completely turned on. He took his hard cock out of his briefs and wanted me to stroke it. He then did the jerking off as I played with his balls. He loved looking at my black bra that I was wearing. He ended up ejaculating in my hand. We then cleaned up and rested for a bit.

My guy's hand made it over to my panties. He was groping my right buttock.

"Have you been good?" he asked me quietly.
"I don't know how," I replied.
"You know what happens to bad girls like you?"
"Maybe," I teased.
"So, that means that you don't know?" he said, playing along.

I moved from my position of snuggling next to him. He moved to the middle of his car's backseat. I went over his lap. He pulled down my jeans and had a pair of pink panties on. I could see the car mat on his car's floor.

"Comfy?" he asked me. It was a serious question, but I also found it a bit humourous.
"As comfy as I can be," I replied, thinking that I'm going to get spanked, which is not supposed to be comfortable.

He alternated between smacking, groping, and pinching each buttock. I was completely horny. He did this for a good minute, occasionally rubbing the backs of my thighs.

He then pulled down my panties and continued to smack my bare backside, giving me a few pinches along the way. The last four smacks were hard across my bottom. I could feel the sting. I loved it.

While over his lap, he played with my clit, to the point where I came. I was so wet. I loved it.

We then sat in the car and relaxed. We talked for nearly two hours about everything. It was the perfect ending to the workday, especially cuddling up to him with a pink backside to match the colour of my panties.

Apologizing, fondling, and getting spanked in the car's backseat

It started off as an okay day. It got a lot better.

My guy had written an e-mail to me yesterday. I didn't respond to it, which was highly uncharacteristic of me.

Today, he went into work. I could tell that he was missing me. He immediately logged on to Skype. He asked how I was. I said that I was okay. He knew that I wasn't my cheerful self. He figured out why. I was still thinking about his insensitive remark about not noticing any progress with me after my surgery.

He apologized. He also felt that he was digging himself deeper into a hole. He called me and we talked.

Although I know that he didn't mean to hurt me, I just cannot shake such a comment off. My memory is pretty good. To heal, I need time to elapse.

He wanted to know if I was coming into the office today, as he wanted to see me. I said that I would. I wanted to see him. I also wanted to take a break from working from home.

I told him that I found it sweet of him to call me. He had felt guilty about what he had done. I told him that he shouldn't feel that way. I know that he was just being concerned about me.

I got a card from Starbucks for a free beverage. I got a venti peppermint mocha on my way to work in the afternoon.

My guy was sweet. He tried to patch things up by pointing out that I was indeed walking faster. He offered me a Quality Street chocolate. It was the caramel one that was shaped like the tip of a penis.

We did talk about work. He told me that he had created a couple of documentation trouble tickets, which I typically handle. I told him that I hated him, which made him smile. He came over and we talked about them. Luckily, these tickets pertained to documentation that the software developers generate, so I was off the hook. I said that I liked him again. He liked that and knew that I was teasing him.

While we were talking about these tickets, he playfully tugged at my hair, and rubbed my shoulders, arms, and back. I rested my head against his tummy. It was nice being with him again.

At around 17:30, we were alone in our cubicle area. He looked at me and said that I looked like I had lost some more weight. I don't think that I have, but it was nice to hear it from him. We talked a bit about work, but we were both horny. He sat next to me and rubbed my right arm. I had my hand on his thigh and was rubbing it. He liked it. He told me that he was incredibly turned on.

I like holding his hand, as he does mine. I could tell that he had caught quite a bit of sun while he was in Rome.

We both drove our respective cars over to our local parking lot. I got there first and waited for him to pull next to my car. We both got into his car's backseat.

We kissed a lot. It was sensual, pleasurable, and nice. It was a time to explore. I actually used my tongue to delicately trace over his lips.

He wanted to hug me. We hugged for a bit. He then took my hand, and kissed both the back and the palm of my right hand. We then kissed some more.

He moved over to my shoulders. He caressed my breasts. His hand went under my sweater and he carefully pulled up my bra. He continued to grope my breasts and play with my nipples.

My guy moved to my jeans, and unbuttoned and unzipped them. I touched his cock, which was extremely erect. I started to unzip his slacks. He went a few steps more and pulled his manhood out of his briefs. I gave him a brief handjob. He wanted me to kiss his penis. I ended up giving him a blowjob, which he enjoyed immensely. He came and hugged me tightly afterwards.

I still had my jeans down. He put his hand between my legs and then moved it to my panties, the small of my back, and then my buttocks. I was leaning on him.  He started to spank my right buttock. After the third smack, I did what I have wanted to do for a long time. I went over his lap in the backseat of his car.

I had peach-coloured panties on. He meticulously smacked each buttock with his right hand. He called me a naughty girl. He said that I wasn't going to sit tonight. He smacked me harder and harder. My buttocks got pinched and groped between smacks. He even smacked the backs of my thighs. I loved it.

At long last, he fingered my pussy and helped me reach orgasm. I was so happy. I was limp over his lap. I hugged him afterwards.

We were in each other's arms for an hour after that. He told me throughout the day that he had missed me and that he wanted me. The feeling was definitely mutual.

Talking, sucking, and expressing all on Skype

My guy and I hadn't spoken to each other for over a week. It is rare that we have gone that long without talking to each other. However, e-mails have made things easier. We are working with a six-hour time difference.

My guy has admitted that he's not an emotional person. I tend to agree to a certain extent. He compliments me, but isn't the type to constantly say that he loves me. I know that he does, because he expresses it through his actions. I can tell by how he holds and hugs me that he loves me. He expresses how he feels about me through his sweet kisses. He holds my hand. I know that he wants to be with me. He's affectionate without saying much.

In a brief e-mail that he sent to me in the afternoon, he had hoped that we could talk soon. I knew that he was thinking about me. I wrote back, teasing him that sales at Costco, his favourite store, have plummeted since he has been away. He teases me all the time. I tend to shop at Gap these days. He calls me Gap girl now.

He is in Germany on business. He logged on to Skype tonight. I had nearly shut down my laptop for the night, but I had heard a Skype message come in.

"Hey," he started off.
"Hey," I wrote back. "Is that really you?"
"No, it's a mirage," he wrote. "That's your line."
"I know," I acknowledged. "I can't use it now."
"Do you have your earbuds?" he asked me.
"Let me get my headset," I explained.

It was nice to hear his voice. I told him that I had missed him. He said the same thing about me.

We caught up with our lives. He was sick all last week, but felt much better now. I could tell that he liked receiving my e-mails, wondering how he was doing. He likes when I care about him. His e-mails make me feel good, too. They are like a warm embrace.

He told me that he had an entire bed to himself in his hotel room and wished that I was there with him. He missed kissing my lips, caressing my breasts, pinching my buttocks, spanking me, and my sucking him. It's nice to be missed.

We got off. It was nice. We both needed the release, considering that we have both been working nonstop for the past couple of weeks. I pulled a thirteen-hour workday last Thursday. He had spent the entire weekend preparing for his meetings for this entire week.

After we both came, we just rested and talked a bit.

"I really like the time we have spent with each other," he told me.
"It sounds like you're ending our relationship," I said to him, with a smile on my face.
"No, I'm just reflecting," he said. "I love being with you."
"I love being with you, too," I reciprocated. "You have made my life more meaningful and fun."

It was nearly midnight. He was getting sleepy.

"It's past your bedtime," I said. He's like a little boy sometimes, which I adore.
"Take care," he said.
"Sweet dreams," I said to him.
"Thanks, sweetie. We'll talk again soon."

He's definitely a keeper. I miss him, but I feel more connected to him tonight.