New panties for self-spanking

My new pair of panties arrived in the mail yesterday. My subscription is a pair of panties every two months.

Part of me wants to get a pair a month. Then again, I don't really need that many panties. They are so cute, though.

 Front view:

Backside: 

I love the contrast between the pink lace, and black and white stripes. They feel soft and have a decent amount of stretchiness for comfort.

I may need to have them on and slip them off when I go into a self-spanking session. It is the long Thanksgiving weekend coming up.

My birthday self-spanking

My birthday self-spanking was great. I'm sore sitting here, writing this post. I did a great job!

I had a number of different methods to get to a specific number of smacks to give myself. I have a love for numbers and my undergraduate minor was in math. It explains one reason why I like planning a birthday spanking.

In the past, when I was way younger, I liked the summation of years that I have been on this planet. The downside is that this number gets huge as you age. Although I am not horribly old, I am also not in my thirties. I may try this summation method when I am more adventurous, with a need for a lengthy self-spanking.

My calculation for my self-spanking started off by taking my age and adding a 0 to the end of it. I then divided by 2, which would be the number of smacks on each buttock. Since this number was divisible by three, I had three different implements that I wanted to use:

• A wooden paddle, which I used the last time I spanked myself and it was effective
• A silicone paddle that has a smooth side and a slightly bumpy side
• My bare hand

I started off with my hand warming my butt over my panties. On each buttock, I gave myself my age in smacks plus one to grow on.

I pulled my pink panties down around mid-thigh. I gave myself the same number of smacks on each buttock, plus one to grow on. I started getting aroused.

I went with the wooden paddle first. I administered a number of smacks on each buttock, increasing how hard I was paddling myself as I got into it. I wouldn't say that they were super hard smacks. They were in the medium range to build up some warmth on my buttocks.

I have forgotten how much I love my silicone paddle. I smacked each buttock hard with the smooth side of the paddle. I loved the sound that it made with each smack. I was on my one hand and knees as I smacked one buttock, and then changed hands to smack the other.

Something that I haven't experienced is reaching orgasm in this position while paddling myself hard. I came and it was so pleasurable. I was extremely wet and happy. I stretched out for a bit to enjoy the moment.

I decided that I loved this silicone paddle so much that I used it instead of my bare hand for the third part of my spanking. I flipped the paddle over and used the bumpy side. I loved how it felt and sounded across my bare butt. I felt the sting. I liked feeling like a birthday girl deprived of a good spanking for a long time, and delivered one that I wanted and deserved.

After all that was over, I gave myself my birthday spanking with my hand. It ended almost the same way as it had started. Each buttock got my age in smacks, plus one to grow on. The difference was that they were all across my reddish bare bottom.

So, how many smacks did I give myself? If I have calculated everything correctly, I gave myself 774 smacks.

I also pinched myself four times, just to figure out how sore I was. I used to love getting pinches. I haven't for a while and wasn't into it that much.

This self-spanking was much needed. I need to give myself a self-spanking more regularly. I feel so relaxed now. I'm sore, but happy.

I had a great birthday. I have the soreness to prove it.

Panties and a hand spanking

I find that a bit of my butt cheek peeking out of my panties arouses me immensely. I can either spank what bare skin is there, or I have the option of either hiking my panties up or taking them down for a spanking.

My recent self-spanking session was a hand spanking. I like a good hand spanking because it's personal. It's human hand contact on ultimately bare skin.

I ended up pulling down my panties and giving myself a decent hand spanking. I started with soft taps that gradually became harder. I have forgotten how much I love the sound and feel of a hand across each buttock. I like the sting that gradually forms. I love how pink my backside gets.

It was good. I have also missed reaching orgasm. I have also missed waking up to a sore bottom.

I do miss having a partner who enjoys spanking a bad girl. This session shows that pleasuring myself is a nice form of self-care.

Hair, bag, and a good birthday self-paddling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diagnosing my mom's pink eye

I visited my parents after work on Friday night. My mom asked me to take a look at her left eye. It was all red where it should be whitish. It made me think that she has pink eye, which is also known as conjunctivitis.

I have had two bouts of it in my lifetime. The first was a good decade ago and it was the worst. An intern at my workplace had used the washroom and didn't wash her hands. I had washed my hands and then touched the same doorknob. I probably rubbed my eye and there it was. Pink eye.

After work that day, I went to get over-the-counter pink eye drops. A few days later, my pink eye had cleared up.

After letting my mom know what I think she had, I went to the local grocery store to get the same eye drops. I told my mom to give them a try.

On Saturday, I dropped by to see how she was doing. I could see some white in her left eye. She told me that she feels better, and that both my dad and she feel that she's getting better. Cool.

I'm not a doctor, but I am kind of glad that I have experienced pink eye to recognize it in my mom. Here's hoping that she's on the road to recovery.

Vacuum flask makes me happy

I drink tea at work. It helps me relax and gets me through the day.

It's funny, but when I am working from home, I rarely have tea. I tend to drink water.

A month ago, I got a credit towards any accessory for servicing my car at my usual car place. I decided to get a vacuum beverage flask. It's by Asobu and it's a beautiful pink.

I asked the woman at the parts and accessories counter whether it works well. She nodded and said that hot or cold water stays that way for hours. Great!

It took me a while to get around to using it, but I did on the weekend. I filled it up with hot water and steeped some looseleaf tea. The hot water stayed hot for at least six hours. I was impressed!

I worked from home on Tuesday and Wednesday. I had tea in this flask on both days. I love it.

It's always great to have a product that works well and makes you happy. My guy says that anything free makes you automatically happy. He's correct in this case.

Horny thinking about anal sex with having phone sex

The Internet connection at my guy's hotel isn't he best. Our Skype calls drop here and there. However, we did have a good phone sex chat the other day.

In the past, I had set up private folders on a shared drive that only my guy and I can access.

"How come you haven't shared those photos of my taking you from behind?" he asked me.
"I haven't got around to it. I'll do it now," I replied.

The last time he saw the photo, he came instantly. We both love that photo. It's a good close-up of my spanked, pink backside with his hard member inserted.

I remember my being apprehensive at first when it came to anal sex. The thought of my guy's hard member going into a rather tight spot made me wonder how painful it would be. We found out that anal sex is incredible with the appropriate amount of lubrication and my being spanked beforehand.

Whenever my guy travels afar and is jetlagged, he gets horny easily. He came quickly, envisioning the photo in his mind.

I finally got around to sharing all our photos. He's happy. I am, too.

Cuddling, paddling, and more cuddling

My guy and I cuddled on the bed. I love being in his arms. It's a mutual feeling.

He had already taken off his sweater and pants. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. I was wearing a cold-shoulder shirt and shorts.

We kissed and hugged. It was nice. It felt like we were miles away from everything.

He played with my breasts. I could feel how hard my nipples were getting.

I ran my left hand across his bare right thigh. I ended up groping his right buttock, which turned me on. He liked it, too.

He found my left buttock and started to spank it.

"It's time for your punishment," he said, continuing to smack my buttock with his bare hand.
"No, I'm a good girl," I protested, which didn't help.
"You're my bad girl. I need to spank you," he insisted.

He smacked my backside a few times. I rolled over to my stomach, stretched out in the middle of the bed. He continued spanking each buttock with his hand.

Eventually, he pulled down my panties and shorts. He used two of the three implements. He first used the leather paddle. I have missed him using it for a while. That familiar sound across my butt brought back memories of this paddle being used on me. I liked how my butt was starting to sting.

He then switched to the large wooden paddle, which he had gifted me the week before. It packs quite the smack.

"It hurts so much," I said to him several smacks later.
"I know,"he said, occasionally rubbing my butt before continuing with my paddling.

Eventually, he stopped. He liked how pink my butt was that he took photos using his phone. Normally, he grabs my phone, so that was a first.

He kissed my butt, which I always love. He ended up taking me from behind. We both came, which was both exciting and highly pleasurable.

I love when his body is pressed up against mine like that. We felt like one, as we moved as one.

My guy went to clean up before coming back to stretch out next to me.

"Thanks, sweetie. That was amazing," I said to him, giving him a kiss.
"You're amazing. Thank you," he said, kissing my forehead.

We cuddled some more.

Heavy lifting and a swat

To my friends across the border, I hope that you had a happy Thanksgiving. If you are taking Friday off to recuperate from a turkey coma or hangover, enjoy the longer weekend and recovery soon!

After my guy and I were ready to hit the airport, we had the task of moving his various pieces of luggage from his car to mine.

I decided to help out by taking the smallest item out of his car and rolling it over to mine. It was his computer bag.

He normally tells me to look cute and to not touch a thing. He is sweet in that he doesn't want me to injure my flaky back.

When he saw that I had moved his rolling computer bag, he said the following to me:

"That's one of the heavier items. Just stand there and I'll take it from here."

He walked past me and gave my right buttock a smack.

"Ow!" I said. "That didn't hurt as much as I thought."
"We can change that," he threatened while getting another piece of luggage into my car.
"It'll have to wait till you return," I replied.
"Yes. I'll make sure that your butt is a nice shade of pink when I am done," he remarked.

Naturally, I was horny all day.

Switches at an arts and craft store

On Saturday, I visited Michaels, which is a chain where you can buy arts and crafts supplies. I am contemplating learning how to knit and crochet.

I was in the clocks and woodworking section. When I was in grade 8, in my industrial arts (shop) class, I made a cork board with a built-in clock. I saw similar motorized clocks with hands and everything.

The store had clock faces made of wood. In my day, I used blue plexiglass for my clock face.

Next to the clock faces was a box that contained thin wooden sticks. They resembled switches, except that they were clearly sanded nicely. I tried how it felt when I tapped my palm. It provided a nice, light sting.

I don't like the thought of having the switch used on me to the point where it draws blood. However, I won't mind giving it a try, just to get some nice pink marks.

A good girl gets a hard spanking

My guy and I met on Sunday at 16:30 in our usual spot just outside where my guy works. It was the last session that he taught for this course.

He is the first to admit that he is always late. I know that, too. He's not exceptionally late, but it's funny how sleeping and shopping at Costco take precedence before showing up for work. I laughed. He's sweet that way.

"I need to spank you for teasing and laughing at me," he said to me over the phone.
"No. You like when I do," I said.
"Yes, that's true," he admitted.
"You don't need an excuse to spank me. You just do," I replied.

Sure enough, he parked next to my car about ten minutes later. We both got out of our respective cars. He popped his car's trunk and fetched all the almond beverage that he bought for me at our favourite liquidation store. I love how thoughtful he is. I moved them over to my car's trunk before we climbed into his treehouse.

My guy always has cold hands. I am the complete reverse. So, I warmed up his hands. We then cuddled for a bit. He said that he loves me. The feeling is mutual.

He loves kissing my neck and shoulder. I was wearing a pink scoopneck sweater. The back scoopneck dips lower than the front. He loved looking at my lacy black bra under it. He caressed my right breast by popping it out of my bra, which was nice.

We kissed. He has such sweet lips. It's heavenly when our lips meet.

"Are you horny?" he whispered in my left ear.
"Very," I admitted.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He let me know that the temperature was cool earlier in the day and didn't want me to freeze in a short skirt. He liked my black, lacy panties and decided to finger me from behind. It felt good. It put my horniness into overdrive. I came and rested my head on his chest.

"I must be a good girl because you pleasured me," I said, smiling.
"No, you're still going to be spanked," he said firmly.
"I'm a good girl. Just say it," I said.
"You are a good girl," he said, which made me look at him.
"Hey, I'm a good girl!" I replied.
"You are anything you want. You're special," he said sweetly.

We kissed some more. Eventually, I was led over his lap. He loved the black lacy panties that I was sporting. He pulled them down, which got me even more excited.

He spanked me with his hand. Each smack felt harder than the previous one. I loved each smack that he delivered. I whined that it hurt, which made me spank me even more. It was great.

Eventually, he fingered me and wanted me to beg him to make me orgasm. It was so hot. I did. It was intense and great. I rested over his lap for a bit.

My guy pulled up my panties. He liked how pink my buttocks were underneath my lacy panties. He caressed my backside before he pulled my jeans up, being the gentleman that he is.

We cuddled. I thanked him for making me feel special and good. He kissed me several times on my forehead and he continued to hold me.

Yelp and sex toys

I like Yelp out of all social media out there. I enjoy photography. I take photos of food, to remember what I have eaten. I write for a living. And, I love to travel. It's the perfect social medium for me.

I decided to do a search for spanking in Yelp. When I was typing the word as my search criterion, the app automatically indicates spanking/masssage. That's interesting...

There is a sex shop that intrigued me in the search results. Come As You Are Co-operative has some interesting sex toys. There are restraints that are vegan. I didn't realize that they existed. I also like all the selection of coloured rope.

I tend to get my various pleasure toys and more from PinkCherry.ca. There is a lot of selection, especially with paddles and dildos. There are always sales and the company ships your goodies in a discreet box.

Perhaps it's time to look at new toys. Yay!

Manicure and manual car

I had sent my a photo of my manicure that I got while in Anaheim to my guy the other day. I got pink nail polish. My guy wrote to me the other day and indicated that he liked it.

I have received a number of compliments on my manicure that have been mainly from women. My guy is the only exception.

He is travelling to Mexico this weekend. It will be nice to talk more with him.

Before I left for my trip, I teased him again about driving his manual car when we were going for lunch.

"I can drive your car, you know," I said to him.
"You will... in the distant future," he said, smirking.
"Distant?!" I responded.
"At least I didn't say never," he teased.

I suppose that it's a good sign. He didn't tell me no or change the subject, like he usually does. I am making progress.

Bad girl gets a spanking with a wooden ruler

My guy and I were cuddling in the treehouse.

"You were a good girl yesterday. Today, you are back to being a bad girl," he softly said to me.
"But, we were talking less than 24 hours ago. I am technically still a good girl," I reasoned.
"Yesterday, you were a good girl. It's today. You are a bad girl. I have to spank you," he insisted.
"No, you don't," I said.
"Where is your wooden ruler?" he asked me.
"It's in the glove compartment. You don't have to get it," I said, hugging him around his waist as if I didn't want him to get it.
"I have to," he told me.

I gently released him from my hug. He opened my car's glove compartment to get the wooden ruler and came back into the treehouse.

"What if I didn't have the ruler?" I asked him.
"I would have used my bare hand," he insisted. "I feel like using the wooden ruler because you deserve a hard spanking."

He made me hold out both palms of my hands. He smacked each one with the ruler.

He loves my bare thighs. He also slapped each one with the ruler.

"Assume the position," he ordered me.
"What if I don't remember what that is?" I challenged.
"I will have to spank you even harder," he stated firmly.

I went over his knee like a good girl. We were christening the treehouse for the first time. He slapped the ruler against each buttock, which was protected by my short chambray skirt. With each slap, he told me that I was a bad girl.

He lifted up my fitted skirt and continued slapping me with the wooden ruler over my pink panties. The slaps got harder.

"You're so mean!" I said defiantly. "You are Meanie McMean," I teased.
"I am going to have to spank you even harder so that you don't sit down comfortably for a week," he told me.

The slaps got harder and rapid. It hurt. I loved it.

He then lowered my panties down and continued to spank me harder on my bare bottom.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed.
"That's the whole point," he reasoned.

It was nice that he was thoroughly enjoying spanking me. I loved every bit of it, too.

He eventually got around to pleasuring me. I came hard. It was so good.

We cleaned up. I kissed him after I got up and we cuddled.

It's always nice to have him home.

S is for spanking with spoons

After my guy was off work, he came back to the hotel to pick me up. We were off to shop.

We had to visit the Dollar Store. He needed to ship a bunch of training manuals back to our office and needed tape. It reminded me of the scene in Fifty Shades of Grey when Christian visited Ana's workplace to get some duct tape and rope.

I am pretty good at figuring out which aisle to go to for various items, even if I have never been to that particular store before. We found tape in the stationery area, which makes perfect sense to me.

We ended up in the kitchen accessories aisle. My guy found a four-pack of plastic spoons for mixing batter and such.We both liked the pastel colours. He took one and told me to bend over. He used the spoon on my backside a few times. He liked that it stung and bought the entire set. Yes, he splurged at the Dollar Store.

When my guy was at the checkout, the woman asked what we were going to cook when we got home. I didn't really want to say that it was for disciplining me, but I managed to make up something.

Anyway, we had a good evening spending time together and shopping. We then headed back to the hotel.

My guy loves my legs. I was in my pyjamas after I had finished showering. I wore a short-sleeved top and shorts.

He used the longest plastic mixing spoon, which was a pale pink, and slapped my thighs and calves with it. He then put me across his knee as he was sitting on the bed and used it on my backside. I was excited, even though it was starting to sting.

My shorts and panties came off. He spanked me some more with the spoon. I liked the sound that it made against my bare backside, but it hurt.

He stopped and rubbed my sore bottom for a bit. He then held me in his arms as I curled up against him.

It was the perfect way to end the evening.

G is for good girl

I got a spanking practically every day while on vacation with my guy. I love when we are both playful while I receive one.

I was cuddling up next to my guy one evening. He started to lightly pat my backside. The intensity of each smack slowly grew until my right buttock felt a fairly sharp smack.

"You can't spank me hard. I'm a good girl," I explained.
"No, you're not. I can never call you a good girl," he noted, as he continued spanking me harder.
"Yes, I am. I am a good girl. My butt is still sore," I said.
"You can't be a good girl if you butt is achy," he explained, without missing a beat with the ongoing smacks.
"You're the only one who says that I am bad," I playfully whined.
"Of course. I know you the best as being a bad girl," he reasoned.

I crawled across his lap, with my upper body over the side of the bed. My spanking became harder as we continued to playfully chat. He pulled down my panties and pyjama bottoms, exposing my bare backside.

"You're hurting my bottom," I whined.
"Good," he remarked.
"That's not nice!" I exclaimed.
"The more that you whine, the harder and longer your spanking will be," he explained, as he continued with his hand spanking.
"But, I like to whine about how sore my butt is," I said.
"Well, you're going to have a difficult time sitting if you keep it up," he explained.

He ended up pleasuring me. I was excited and quickly reached orgasm. I then needed help getting back up, as I was so relaxed. He supported me up and we cuddled some more in bed.

I like being his bad girl. It's fun.

Ruler spanking

I fetched the ruler on the desk, walked back to my guy and stood in front of him. We were looking at each other.

"Give me the ruler," he commanded.
"I don't want to," I said in a girlie voice.
"Give it to me," he said, trying to take it out of my hand while using his other to give me a couple of smacks across my left buttock.
"No!" I said defiantly.

My guy is stronger than I am. I also didn't exactly struggle with all my might to hold onto it. He took the ruler and used it to continue smacking my left buttock.

"Get into your normal spanking position," he asked me.
"I know what that means," I said, hopping over to the wall and leaning against it. "My bottom is safe here."

He smiled at me, came over and kissed me. He then pulled me closer to him, smacked my bottom some more with the ruler ,and told me to get on the bed.

It's fun playing a disobedient girl. I got on the bed, rolled over onto my back, and protected my backside from being spanked. It was a short-lived tactic, as my guy rolled me over, spanked me a few times with his hand, lifted up my skirt, and slapped my butt with the ruler across my black panties.

"You are such a bad girl," he told me, meticulously smacking each buttock with the ruler.
"No, I'm not. I'm a good girl," I replied.

This banter took place for a while, with my guy carefully ensuring that my bottom was changing from pink to red by pulling down my panties and continuing to spank me. It hurt. I could feel my backside warming up with every ruler slap.

He did a rapid succession of slaps on each buttock. He then told me to get on my knees so he could take me from behind. I still played a naughty little girl by sitting down on the bed. He walked around the bed to give me a hug, which was sweet.

Eventually, he did take me from behind. It was such an intense orgasm. I felt limp and content afterwards.

We sat on the bed together. He held me in his arms. It was a beautiful evening with him.

Last spanking of 2015

My final spanking of last year was fun and a bit different. I brought the flower fly swatter with me. My guy liked how it felt in the hand. He also liked envisioning my backside getting sore and red after using it on me.

"It's now the time of truth," my guy said. "Are you a good or bad girl?"
"You have always said that I am bad," I replied. "If I kiss you, can we avoid spanking me as a punishment?"
"Try it and we'll see what happens," my guy replied.
"I think that you'll still spank me, but I want to kiss you."

We kissed. He has such sweet, soft lips.

"I have missed those lips," I told him.
"I love kissing you," he responded.

It was time for my spanking. I played the girl who didn't want to go over his knee. He led me over his knee and started to swat me with the fly swatter. My panties were already down to my calves. I suggested that he hike up my skirt. The swats across each buttock hurt more, as expected.

My guy actually liked the fly swatter's handle more, which was sturdy and green. He used that across my bottom. I could feel the sting that it was making. My guy remarked that my butt was getting pink.

I love a hand spanking. It is intimate. It also hurts more.

My guy reinforced that I was a bad girl and continued spanking with his bare hand. As expected, as more hard smacks landed across each bare buttock, I could feel my butt smarting. I covered as much as my backside as I could with my right hand.

"Move your gorgeous hand," my guy commanded, taping my hand lightly with his.
"It hurts," I whined.
"Good. You deserve it!"

My guy held my hand behind my lower back. He spanked me even harder for my stunt. He paused a couple of times to see how wet I was. I was extremely excited. He teased me by making me orgasm. I wanted to. He wasn't ready for me to do so, so he spanked me some more.

Of course, I called him Mr. Meanie. The hard smacks continued. He played with me some more. I wanted to orgasm. He spanked me some more.

Finally, when he felt that the time was right for me to climax, he fingered me until I did. It was incredible. I loved it. I was limp across his lap.

He lightly tapped my backside. Even the light taps hurt.

"Are you going to stop spanking me?" I asked him in a relaxed tone.
"Yes," he said, tapping each buttock one last time before letting me get up.

I hugged him tightly after I got up and sat next to him. He held me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

Absence makes my bottom sore after a hard spanking

I playfully acted reluctant to go over my guy's knee. Instead, we made out some more, with my being on my knees, straddling him as he sat in the treehouse. It was wonderful. We truly missed each other after being apart for three weeks.

Finally, I went over his knee. My black lace-trimmed panties were already down my thighs. My guy hiked up my short navy skirt. He caressed my bare buttocks briefly. My punishment then took place.

As promised, he didn't ease into my spanking. He started smacking me hard across each buttock with his bare hand, alternating while calling me a bad girl. It hurt. My protests were ignored as he methodically spanked each buttock hard. I told him that he was being mean and the smacks grew in intensity.

He had had enough of my calling him Mr Meanie. He spanked my right buttock ten times in rapid succession.

"You always give me a lopsided spanking!" I exclaimed.

Of course, it isn't smart to make such a remark while exposing my bare bottom to him. He proceeded to give me the same number of fast smacks across my left butt cheek.

"How's that?" he asked me.
"That hurt!" I whined playfully.
"Good. There's more."

He was right. He tested my pussy to see how wet I was. He proceeded to tease me by fingering me. I wanted to cum badly, but he would stop and spank me some more. Finally, he let me reach orgasm. It was intense and nice.

I remained across his lap, limp. He kissed my bare right buttock three times. He's sweet. He then rubbed my bottom.

I got up and hugged him tightly. I love being in his embrace, especially with a sore bottom. 

My guy is back and I have a sore bottom

My guy is back. He is sweeter than ever. He got me a new case and glass protector for my new iPhone 6.

He told me that I look cuter than ever. I thought that he was delusional. I was wrong. He missed me. The feeling is definitely mutual.

He also gave me quite the spanking tonight. I loved it. My sore bottom concurs.