Cancelled and rescheduled flights

On my last full day in the States, I received a notification on my phone driving back to the hotel that my flight heading home the following day was cancelled. My heart sank.

I pulled over to check my inbox. I'm glad that I did. The airline managed to book me on an alternative set of flights home. It involved going into the opposite direction. I essentially flew from Minneapolis to Denver, and then to Toronto.

It was roughly an extra three hours. It made for a long day, but I was grateful to get home on the same day and wasn't left stranded somewhere.

I was originally upgraded to business class. With these two flight segments, only my second one was in business class. It was fine, as it was the longer segment.

In business class, I sat next to a nice, older man. He figured that I was heading home to Toronto, probably because I was my usual polite self. He was heading to Dubai after landing in Toronto. He had a two-hour layover.

By the way, the flight out of Denver was delayed by two hours. It isn't unusual these days with staff being sick.

When the plane touched down in Toronto, he said, "Welcome home!" He made a comment that it's always a good feeling returning home. He was right.

I have been fortunate to have struck up conversations with folks during my travels. I enjoy them. He was so nice by getting my backpack and jacket from the overhead bin.

I'm going to break your heart

Last week, on the plane going to Minneapolis, I watched a documentary called I'm Going to Break Your Heart. The documentary spotlights the relationship between Chantal Kreviazuk and Raine Maida, who have successful music careers and have been married for over twenty years.

They relationship has bumps. They are seen going to counselling. They work at their relationship, as head as it can get.

They wrote many songs together during this documentary. One of them was the title of this documentary. I lost it. I was crying on the plane.

My ex-guy broke my heart -- three times too many. We never went to counselling. Part of me wishes that we did, but he abruptly ended our relationship.

There are nights where I think of him. One part of me misses the good, fun parts of our relationship. I know that it isn't healthy to want to try it again. I do not want to be hurt by him again. I want better.

I continue to heal. It's not an easy journey. I get by one day at a time.

Booking post-Christmas vacation now

It's amusing to me that I am booking my post-Christmas holiday in the Twin Cities now. I just checked plane ticket prices and they are dirt cheap.

I went ahead and booked my hotel. I can always cancel the reservation if I need to. It will likely stick.

My intent is to spend a week there and ring in the new year. Fun!

Sleeping, cuddling, kissing, and coming home

My guy called me after I had finished washing my car.

"Hey, are you ready for bed?" I asked him.
"I'm in bed right now," he replied.
"I miss cuddling up to you, kissing you, tucking you into bed, and sleeping with you," I noted.
"You're sweet. I miss all of that with you, too," he replied.

My guy hops on a plane today and is coming home. Yay!

Sending a suggestive photo to make each other happy

My guy and I miss each other. The unfortunate part about our travels on Saturday is that we will miss each other by a few hours. My flight leaves at around 13:00. He arrives in the late afternoon.

"I can leave you some raspberry Turkish delight on your desk at work," he said, being his sweet self.
"That would be great. Thanks! Do you know where my desk is?" I asked him.
"No, just where your locker is," he replied.

I like that my guy listens carefully when I give him step-by-step directions to get somewhere. He's thoughtful, which is one of his many strengths.

He was also horny on Wednesday afternoon, as was I.

"My nail polish matches purple Woolly," I noted, with Woolly being his plush sheep that he gave me.
"I love when you have that nail polish on. It turns me on. I don't know why," he admitted.
"I can take a photo of my polish," I suggested.
"I would like that. It would also be nice if you could send me a suggestive phone of your gorgeous hands," he replied.

I don't normally send such photos to him, but decided to provide one of my supporting my left breast in my hand, with my hard nipple clearly appearing. He loved it.

We then went into phone sex. It's fun imagining what we'd like to do to each other.

We both came. It was good. We both needed it.

A spanking before travelling

My guy and I are on travelling schedules for the next few weeks. It's nice that my guy is already planning my spankings before and after he flies off.

He leaves for Cairo on Saturday, so I am taking him to the airport. He is there for two weeks before he travels over to Istanbul for a week. Thank goodness we have Skype! So, I have a spanking coming up.

My guy returns a day before I fly to Shanghai. Unfortunately, we couldn't take our vacation weeks together. It's still fine. I have seen him a lot more on weekends these days.

"It's a pretty long flight for you," my guy remarked.
"Yes, it's a day sitting on a plane," I estimated.
"You are going to be so uncomfortable sitting there with a sore butt," he noted.
"That's mean! You can't spank me hard before I fly off," I playfully protested.
"Sure, I can. You're my bad girl and I will spank you before you go on vacation."

I like when he spanks me before I travel. I remember the first time he did that. It was a day before I few off to Las Vegas a few years ago. It's a sweet reminder of how loved I am and how much he enjoys spanking me.

Missing my guy and waiting for Fifty Shades Darker

It's February. Time certainly flies.

My guy has a number of rushed business trips. He is away from three weeks, may be back for a week, and then is off to another destination for a week. So, I won't be seeing him for a month, give or take a week.

One of his trips is to India. He didn't have time to get a work visa. Instead, he has to get a shorter term visa that only allows entry into the country once.

On top of that, he has a pile of work to do for his last trip at the end of the month, which is to our main headquarters. The subject matter is new, so he feels stressed. He trains during the day and works in his hotel room at night.

We talked about it yesterday. I told him that he always comes through. I always have faith in him. I just wish that I could help him. He knows that.

So, I miss him.

I will be watching Fifty Shades Darker on my own first. When he returns, we'll watch it together. I can't wait! The more I see press junkets and snippets of some movie scenes, it makes me happy.

Reunited after two weeks for a spanking

My guy called me on Saturday at 19:40. His plane was taxiing.

He asked me what the hotel room number was. I let him know. It was nice to hear his voice.

I didn't hear from him for over an hour. He finally called. His car had a flat tire in our office parking lot and he was waiting for CAA to arrive. I told him to stay warm and to take his time.

It's a bummer that he had such a long day. He eventually made it to the room just before 22:00. We hugged and kissed for the longest time. His hands were cold, so we moved over to the love seat so that I could warm his hands up.

He lightly tapped my backside.

"I'm a good girl, though," I whined playfully.
"No, you're not. I want you to bend over the bed."

He held my hand, led me over to the bed, pressed his hard cock against my butt, and carefully bent me over the bed.

More to come...

Seeing my guy on Saturday and getting a spanking

My guy misses me a ton. The feeling is mutual.

"I get to see you on Saturday," my guy said.
"What time do you arrive?" I asked him.
"19:30," he said. "I can meet you somewhere."
"Sounds great. It'll be nice to kiss you again," I replied.
"It'll be nice to punish you," he stated seriously.
"Why? What did I do now?" I asked him rhetorically.
"You couldn't talk to me when I wanted to talk to you on Sunday," he reasoned.
"But, I asked you if it was okay and you said not to worry," I replied, in a mild whiny tone.
"I just wanted to make you feel good about being out with your friend," he replied.
"And, you're breaking the news to me today?" I asked him.
"Yes, because you're at work and work isn't fun."

That's true, especially when he isn't there with me. Of course, I am excited about seeing him and having a sore backside this weekend. The weekend can't come any sooner!

I work with a few idiots, but I love a sweet guy who wants to spank me

There are some folks at work who are difficult to work with. I have mentioned this issue in a recent post, but there are two colleagues that are annoying these days:

• A project manager who comes to her own conclusions about me, despite the fact that I have met every tight deadline. She hints that I am jeopardizing teams in which I belong. Yet, she holds a grudge against me for some reason and can't absorb the facts out there.
• A software developer who insists that I was given a design document to read at the same time as the rest of the team. He also insists that I should continue to ask all developers whether there is work for me to do, rather than the reverse of having developers tell me what they are working on.

It's frustrating. However, it made me realize just how immature they are. I don't want to be like that. Corrupt. Evil. Count me out.

My manager has been a good champion. He fully believes me and my struggle to do my job. After all, why would I lie about that?

I told my guy about it on Skype. He told me to just do what I do. He reinforced that I am an excellent writer and that they are jerks.

He knows how to make me feel better.

Of course, I nagged him about driving his car.

"I should have driven your car after I had taken your keys," I admitted.
"If you had done that, I would spank you hard for doing that," he told me.
"But, I am your good girl," I pleaded.
"You need a lot of punishment, which I am happy to dish out when I see you in a couple of days," he stated firmly.
"That's not good. I'll be sitting on a plane the following day with a sore butt," I reasoned.
"Good," he replied.
"You are such a Mr Meanie!" I exclaimed.
"That's my job," he said, probably grinning.

He's sweet.

Things are good, but busy

All is well. Things are simply busy on my end.

My team at work went bowling as a team-building exercise. My right arm is a bit sore right now, but it doesn't prevent me from writing this post.

I am getting ready for a conference. I fly out to Los Angeles on Saturday, so I have been busy packing and getting as much as I can get done before I leave.

My guy and I have been having lunch dates practically all week. It's nice. I'll elaborate more on them later.

E is for ejaculation

On my guy's birthday, we had a flight out at 08:05. It was also Easter Sunday.

I am typically a morning person who is also a night owl. It's a deadly combination. I actually went to bed at 23:00 the previous evening, which was super early for me. I got up at 03:00. I couldn't go back to sleep.

My guy called me at around 05:45. I was busy scraping frost off my car's windshield. I called him back. Surprisingly, he was nearly at the office. My hotel room was a five-minute drive over.

I swung by the main doors of my office building and dropped my luggage off. I then went to park my car in the underground parking.

By the time I had locked my car and was climbing up the stairs towards the office building, my guy was there, looking at my luggage. He then turned around, saw me, and came over to hug and kiss me.

He got his luggage out of his car. We then sat in his car and cuddled. He liked my haircut and his hand dipped under my shirt. He was caressing my shoulder while kissing me.

"As soon as I saw you, I got hard," he said, in his sweet, boyish way.
"I've missed you, too."

We held hands pretty much the entire way, from the taxi ride, through security, at the gate, and on the plane. We broke up some of the hand-holding by kissing now and again.

My guy's member was exceptionally hard on the plane, to the point where he told me that it hurt. He excused himself to visit the washroom. He came back and seemed relieved.

"Did you wash your hands," I asked, joking with him.
"Yes, I did," he replied, grinning.
"Too bad those washrooms aren't big enough for two people. I would have liked to have given you some hands-on relief," I replied, smiling.

Of course, there was more fun to come later on that evening. We were just getting started.

Two phone calls with my guy before he boarded his flight

Last Saturday, my guy called me twice. When he calls me more than once in a day, it simply means that he misses me. I am glad that he did call.

The first time he called me was just before 15:00. He was on the road. He admitted that he was a bit sleepy, so he thought that my chatting with him would be better than getting a strong cup of coffee. I had to ask him what he would do if I hadn't answered his call. He told me that he would slug his way into his side job of teaching a course on the weekend.

My guy was running late, as he had forgotten his passport at home and had to fetch it. He was travelling to Rome after his course.

I was close to where he was teaching, except that I was going to grab some lunch and then head home.

A few hours later, he called me from the airport. It was the last time that he was going to be in a business lounge. Last year, he didn't travel enough to maintain his flight elite status. He seemed devastated. I had to console him. I don't have any flying status these days. Oddly, that made him feel better!

I told him to ping me when he was safely in Rome. He said that he would.

It's nice when he needs to talk to me. He is away for two weeks, so any chat with him is always a precious moment for both of us.

Good girl whose backside merits a spanking

The other day, I had sent my guy a work-related presentation about a software feature that affects our work. I caught him on Skype on Thursday afternoon and decided to say hi.

We both need time to figure out how this new feature works. I did some searching and figured out the software architect that he needs to contact for a demo.

"You're good now, but you will pay the price later," he said in a threatening manner.
"What price? I'm a good girl," I confidently stated.
"No, that's never the case," my guy insisted.
"Sure, I am. My butt hasn't been sort for months. Therefore, I have been good," I explained.
"Your butt isn't sore because I haven't been around to make it sore," he replied.
"Nah, that's not it. I'm just a good girl," I insisted.
"When I get off the plane, your butt will be my first target," he said firmly, which made me excited.
"We'll see if you are all talk," I teased him.
"We'll see, sweetie," he replied.

I love when he threatens to spank me. It's also fun playing a good girl who really isn't.

One more sleep before my hairy guy returns home!

My vacation started after I left work on Friday at 16:00. I worked twelve hours on both Wednesday and Thursday. When our team was done, I said that we should go home. I packed up and left. I didn't even bother putting my out-of-message e-mail notification on. Yes, I am a rebel.

I felt bad on Friday that I couldn't talk to my guy because things were plain crazy around the office. He was perfectly understanding and told me to hang in there. We caught up on Saturday, Sunday, and today. It has been wonderful chatting up a storm with him.

For the last few evenings, I have stayed up late and have been going to bed at either 02:00 or 03:00. Waking up at nearly 11:00 is different, but I like catching up on my sleep and feeling relaxed.

He is currently on a plane, heading home. I will be greeting him on Tuesday evening, and am excited to wrap my arms around him and more since he left over two weeks ago.

On the hair front, my guy has decided that he doesn't like the nearly inch hair growth on his head. He misses touching his scalp and not dealing with shampooing his hair. He told me that he wanted to shave it off last week, but wanted me to see him with hair before he did that.

It's nice that he has held off shaving his hair just so I can see how he looks with hair. He is suffering a bit, which is romantic to a certain extent. I have always known him as a clean-shaven, bald guy.

As for me, I do need a haircut soon. I just haven't got around to it. Perhaps I will get that done after Christmas and Boxing Day are over. While everyone is hitting the mall, I'm hitting the salon. It makes perfect sense.

One more sleep before I get to see my guy. I am thrilled to pieces!

Back from vacation to have a date with my guy

My vacation is officially over. I flew back on Tuesday evening. The flight was wonderful. I managed to get upgraded to business class, which was a first for me. It was a great experience.

Earlier that day, my guy had sent me a message on Skype and tried calling me. It was a hectic morning. I was checking out of my hotel room. Unfortunately, the elevators weren't operational, so I had to haul two suitcases down three flights of stairs. Naturally, I was on the top floor.

Anyway, my guy wrote to me later on in the day. He wanted to know whether I would like him to pick me up at the airport. He's sweet. I wrote back and told him that he didn't have to go through all that trouble, although it would have been nice to have seen him. He lives an hour away and it would have been close to midnight by the time he got home. Instead, I said that I would pick him up at the office the following day to go to our favourite restaurant for lunch. He liked that plan.

Wednesday was a half-day workday for me. So, I worked for four hours in the morning and then picked my guy up at the office. He looked good. I couldn't help but to caress his head, which had a bit of stubble, but it is always soft.

I gave my guy some goodies from my trip to Colorado. My guy loves ginger, so he ended up with ginger candies, ginger tea, and ginger mints. I also got him some special commemorative coins, which he also loved.

My guy notices a lot about me. He looked at how tanned I was. He actually looked under my short-sleeved shirt and noticed how deep my tan was. He then looked at my feet and noticed the tan lines. We got out of my car and he liked my blue nail polish on my toes.

We got to the restaurant, ordered, and talked. He told me that I had a cute smile and laugh. I told him that I had missed him so much. He felt the same way about me.

After eating our meals, we held hands across the table. I caressed his knee under the table. He stated that I would have better access to his thigh in my car. I suggested that we have some cuddling time soon. He agreed.

We got into my car. My guy was rubbing my thigh. He played with my crotch. It was my time of the month, so I told him that we could focus on him instead. I felt his hard cock under his pants. We kissed like we hadn't for eons.

We drove to our usual spot. I gave my guy a handjob. We both enjoyed the experience. I could tell that my guy was horny and missed me. He ejaculated for what seemed to be for at least ten seconds. He was dopey and content. I was pleased that he felt that way.

It felt like old times. It felt comfortable. It felt like we hadn't been apart at all. It was all good.

We talked as I drove him back to the office. He blew me a kiss and wished me a good day. Naturally, I reciprocated. 

We're going for lunch on Thursday. Dates are always nice, especially for lunch.

Taking flight

My guy and I had booked our flight to Stockholm two Thursdays ago. We were flying out the following Friday, right after work.

He travels a lot, so he gets airline perks. It's nice to ride on his coattails. At the airport, we checked in quickly and headed into the Maple Leaf lounge. We ate and drank. I loved the white chocolate macadamia cookie. While seated across from each other, he took several pictures of me.

We had two flight segments. The longer one was a problem in that we were not seated next to each other. The check-in counter woman was not having a good day. She started addressing us by asking, "What's your question?" Wow. Sure enough, she did not attempt to find seats next to each other, regardless of whether they were available.

My guy is quite the negotiator. He got a woman to switch seats with him. I was so relieved. I was sitting next to a man who was wearing a yellow sweater and green pants. He had a female friend sitting a couple of rows behind us, to our right. She kept on coming over to visit him. I got annoyed hearing her say, "Here's your snack," and handing him cookies every few minutes.

It was great sitting next to my guy. We kissed. We held hands. We watched a movie together. We ate dinner together and chatted.

Afterwards, we pulled our blue blankets over us. My guy unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. His hand guided mine around his erect penis, which he had skillfully taken out of his briefs. He was horny as all can be.

He played with my crotch for a while. He then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and fingered me. It is difficult to keep quiet as I am reaching orgasm. I managed to keep a low profile on the whole, except for my breathing. I came and rested my head against my guy's chest. He kissed my forehead, as always.

My guy wasn't done yet. He managed to get his hand under my backside and was at it again, making me reach orgasm. I looked like I was humping him in my seat. An older woman was sitting next to me. My guy told me later that she had glanced over at me, gave me a weird look, and then went to sleep. See, he causes trouble!

I was relaxed afterwards. We still had to make my guy happy, too. So, while we are doing all of these fine activities under blue blankets, I wrapped my fingers around my guy's hard penis and started giving him a handjob. We were French kissing while I was jerking him off. He was truly enjoying himself. He came, to the point where we both noticed that his jeans had semen on them after the fact. Oops!

Luckily, we used his blanket to wipe up. I had an extra blanket, which I used to tuck him to sleep. Everything worked out well.

We both slept for a bit after that. It's amazing what activities you can engage in on a plane.

Experiments with being tied up and wearing an eye mask are coming up

This post contains tidbits of information from two separate days on my vacation. They do tie in with each other nicely. I just made an unintentional pun, too.

When my guy and I were travelling to the Midwest, we finally sat next to each other on our final flight segment. He was telling me about a number of things that he wanted to do to me sexually. We have talked about tying me up in the past, but this topic has been dormant for a bit. He brought it up in a scenario, and it made us both intrigued and aroused.

I have only been playfully tied up once by the ex-husband. We used his necktie. He tied my hands loosely with it and spanked me. I did like it, but I tend to be incredibly obedient during a spanking. I don't squirm, or try to get away. I take it because I want to be spanked.

My guy has always liked the idea of having me helpless in some way such that he can get his way with me. It would be consensual, of course. It takes a lot of booze to get me drunk, for instance. We know that liquoring me up is not the best method. He likes when I am exceptionally dopey after multiple orgasms. I know what is happening to me, but I am too dopey to do much.

We were talking in bed that night. He entertained the thought of tying me to the bed and pleasuring me. As always, I am game. Unfortunately, we didn't have anything to tie me up with. I need to do some research.

A couple of days later, my guy had purchased a new rolling computer bag and was emptying out his old one. He was giving me various items from the latter. I asked if he was offloading his crap in a teasing way. He said no, but he had a huge grin on his face.

My guy travels a lot. On an Air Canada flight, he got a couple of eye masks and gave one to me. I put it on. It worked well. I sat on the bed, talking to him with the eye mask on. I didn't hear him walking towards me. He passionately kissed me. It was nice. A few minutes later, he tickled me, which made me squirm.

He hinted that I should wear the eye mask when we are intimate. It sounds like a decent plan.

He told me on the plane that I give the impression to others that I am conservative. However, he knows the other side of me. He likes that balance. I have always loved the fact that he is willing to experiment behind closed doors. He feels the same away about me.

So, here's to being tied up and being blindfolded in the near future. We keep things exciting. There has never been a dull moment with him.

Travelling can be so much fun

Two Sundays ago, my guy and I met at our workplace. He told me that he'd get a taxi to come pick us up at around 07:30 to head to the airport.

I had arrived ten minutes earlier. The ramps on and off all highways by the airport were not plowed, so it was slippery driving over snow-covered roads, including the parking lot at work.

I saw the taxi guy circle. My guy arrived ten minutes later. He helped me drag my luggage over to the taxi.

My guy and I go into the taxi. It was like we were about to have treehouse time, but we refrained! My guy looked at my down jacket that I was wearing. It was new. He commented that I looked like I was a vacationing girl in Aspen.

I held his hand. As usual, it was cold. I tried warming it up for the brief five-minute ride to the airport.

My guy and the taxi driver had a bit of a spat. My guy wasn't thrilled that the taxi driver didn't greet him with a cheerful good-morning statement. Rather, the taxi driver said that he had been "circling around for a while." That was untrue. I was there and only saw him circle one time and he wasn't there for a long period. My guy was a bit upset that the taxi driver was charging him a higher flat rate than normal.

Anyway, my guy and I got to the airport to check in. We both found out that our flights had changed. The first segment was cancelled. My guy had two flight segments. I managed to get three. I wasn't too thrilled.

My guy was making me get embarrassed, as he was saying sweet things about me and listing what he wanted to do to me. He enjoys when I get that way. I can't help it. It's who I am.

After speaking with the friendly person at the baggage drop-off counter, my guy and I were on the same flight segments. He asked for our seats to be next to each other. For the first flight, we couldn't have that done. However, we were together on the second flight.

It was quite the walk down to the gate. I still feel like I walk slowly. I told my guy that I appreciated his patience. He advised that I don't walk as slowly as I think that I do. He was impressed that I was doing so well. He's just plain sweet.

My guy got hungry. Our flight was boarding at around 10:00. My guy ordered a jerk chicken tropical salad and was chowing down on it.

We were the last folks to board the plane. I sat down first. He quietly asked me if I was comfy. I was for being on a smaller plane. He continued walking to nearly the back of the plane.

He surprised me by coming up to me and giving me his salad. I had told him that I wasn't exactly hungry, but he wasn't there to just give me food. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was incredibly nice and sweet.

The first segment of our flight lasted an hour. It was uneventful, other than my eating salad as a snack. I got off the plane and waited for my guy to join me. We had arrived in Newark.

My guy travels often, to the point where he has access to any Star Alliance lounge. We seems to be star-crossed lovers. We sat next to each other in brown leather chairs. We kissed and made out. We got tea and snacks. We made out some more.

We needed some lunch, so we headed out to a food court. I wanted to look at the gate information for our flight. My guy discreetly groped my left buttock as we were looking at the flight information screens. It was nice and I was getting turned out. We walked hand-in-hand over to the Earl of Sandwich.

The server called us "lovebirds." We were holding hands the entire time before our meals came.

It was nice that our flight from Newark to St. Louis was only an hour. My guy and I sat next to each other. We kissed and made out some more. He managed to grope my right breast. He then played with my crotch. I actually came twice on the flight and tried to keep my voice down. It was a first for both of us. I played with my guy's hard cock in a discreet manner. It would be messy, so it was more of a taste of what was to come (no pun intended).

My guy admitted that his business trips would never be the same. He wanted me to be with him on every single one. I joked that he could grope the guy next to him on his next business trip and play with his man boob. We laughed.

My guy slept for a bit on the plane. I tried to, but I was wide awake.

Anyway, my guy was throughtful in making sure that I was okay as we deplaned. We passed by a Starbucks in the terminal. He was impressed that I didn't jump to get a drink there.

We headed to the baggage area to fetch our luggage. We then went to find the shuttle to take us to the car rental place. We had to wait for one. So, my guy helped me put on my jacket, hugged me as we sat on the bench, and groped my right breast again as we kissed.

So, the shuttle came. We got on it with our luggage. My guy and I sat behind the luggage storage area. We continued to kiss, hold hands, and he groped my breast again. A car shuttle ride will never be the same!

We got our rental cars and drove over to the hotel. We checked in and unpacked briefly. I went ahead and tried figuring out where all the restaurants were. My guy wanted Chinese, so we went to one close by. Unfortunately, it wasn't open on Sundays. Instead, we went to a Mexican restaurant and had a lovely meal.

We came back to the hotel and showered. My guy and I climbed into bed together. We cuddled. He gave me a lopsided spanking on my left buttock. Our clothes came off. I was straddled on top of him. He was sucking each breast. He came. So did I. We then cuddled in each other's arms before we drifted off to sleep.

The day was long, but magical.

Happy 2009!

I'd like to wish everyone a great 2009!  Here's to more fun, spanking experiences, and sore, red bottoms.

I just came back from a one-week trip out west.  I flew on Westjet.  I love the live television programming that you get on all their flights.  However, I've noticed that over the years, I need more padding on whatever I sit on.  

I know what you are thinking already.  It probably goes something like this:

"Well, Cutiebootie, if you weren't so facetious and naughty, you wouldn't have such a sore backside.  If you were a good girl, you could sit on any chair or padded seat without any discomfort."

Here's the catch.  When I do sit on a padded desk chair or dining chair, and have not been severely spanked recently, my bottom does feel numb and I feel uncomfortable.  I'm like that even when I'm driving for a couple of hours in my car.  I actually have a seat cushion on my car seat, which I love.

When I am on a two-hour flight, my butt gets sore and almost feels numb.  I shift positions and such, which helps a bit.

My trip coming back to Toronto was most uncomfortable.  Yes, it was a two-hour flight.  On top of that, I was spanked the night before.

I must remember to bring a padded cushion next time.  I don't care what others think.  If you do see a woman with a small cushion on a plane, you'll know that it's me. =)