When my guy and I had last met for lunch, his cell phone had died. He didn't have a USB C cable in his car to charge it.
I had a USB C cable and a battery pack in my purse. I never thought of having his phone charge while we were having lunch. Oops!
We talked about it the other day.
"How did you get to the restaurant?" I asked my directionally challenged guy. "My phone died across the street from the restaurant, so I was okay," he admitted. "How about leaving to head back to the office?" I asked him. "I knew roughly where the highway was. I just took a major street north and found it," he said. "Cool. I'm so glad," I replied. "I was directionally skilled," he said.
I laughed out loud.
"You're just making fun of me because I'm directionally challenged," he pointed out. "I'm teasing you because you're sweet," I replied.
He liked that a lot.
"I now have a USB C cable my car after that incident," he said. "That's a relief," I noted. "I can also use it to punish you. I like red lines across your butt," he hinted. "I'm a good girl, though," I pleaded. "No, you're my bad girl," he said.
I like being his bad girl. I also like the thought of having him tie my hands up for a good spanking.
On Saturday, I drove my guy to the airport. It's nice when we hold hands and chat as we headed over there.
I parked by the curbside at the arrivals level.
"I'm going to get a cart. Don't touch any of my luggage," he said to me. "I'll try not to. It's tough," I replied, which made him smile.
Sure enough, I couldn't resist but to take his computer rolling bag out of my car's trunk. I left his larger piece of luggage alone.
He came over with his cart and looked at me with a playful disappointed look on his face.
"You seem to have a problem within insisting on lifting my stuff out of the car," he said, putting his luggage on the cart. "It was the smaller item. I was just being helpful," I said. "I need to do something to you when I get back," he hinted. "But, I'm your good girl," I replied. "I need to punish you," he said, hugging me. "We'll see. I haven't been spanked in a while," I noted. "We'll change that," he said.
I went to kiss him. He leaned in and we locked lips. I love when we kiss. It's wonderful.
I heard my guy's distinctive knocks on my room door. My heart and feet raced over to the door.
The peephole didn't help much. All I saw was charcoal grey. I knew it was my guy standing there. I opened the door. I was thrilled to see him.
"Hello," he smiled. "I noticed the do-not-disturb sign and decided to knock." "That's okay. You don't work for this hotel chain," I replied, which made him smile walking in.
This exchange refers to my hotel incident on my recent vacation. I had the do-not-disturb sign on my room's doorknob. Yet, housekeeping still decided to knock on the door. I had to point out this issue to the housekeeping guy.
My guy took his hat off. I naturally went to caress his perfectly uniform head. I forgot that I was walking on a carpeted floor, so I gave my guy a static shock by accident. He was okay.
We hugged a few times. They were meaningful, loving hugs. We missed each other so much.
My guy took off his charcoal grey wool coat. We went over to the couch. We hugged, cuddled, and kissed. It all felt wonderful.
His right hand moved down to my right buttock. Light smacks landed on it.
"I can't wait to punish you," he whispered. "No, I'm a good girl," I playfully said. "You are never good," he replied.
We kissed some more.
"I'm going to take off my clothes and we can go to the bed to cuddle some more, if you're okay with it," he said. "I'd love that," I replied.
My guy looked good as I watched him undress in front of me.
I was heading towards the bedroom. He hugged me from behind, which his hard member rubbing up against my butt. His hug across my breasts moved down to my crotch. He was fingering me and kissing my neck. Moments later, I came.
My guy and I cuddled for longer than we normally do. We missed each other. We didn't have to say it.
"I don't want to let go," I told him, continuing to snuggle up to him tightly. "I know. You can hug me for a bit longer."
We then had a nice, long kiss. It prompted my guy to touch my lower back, followed by slidng his hand under my panties.
"I want to punish you," he said, rubbing the start of my butt crack. "No, that's not nice," I said, playfully brushing his hand away, making him want me more. "Come across my lap," he said. "It's going to hurt," I said, pulling up my jeans as much as I could.
I always feel like I have been an exceptionally bad girl when he spanks me on my bare backside. In one smooth swoop, he managed to pull my jeans and panties down, exposing my bottom.
I love hand spankings because it makes it more intimate. It also hurts more.
He started to spank me hard with his open hand, alternating between buttocks. Eventually, he smacked my right buttock in rapid succession. It hurt. I whined. He did the same thing to my left buttock. I whined some more.
He teases me often. He'll play with me, which makes me want to orgasm. He's then stop and spank me. He did that for a bit before he made me cum again and again.
I reached into his right coat pocket and took his car keys.
"I have your car keys and a sore butt," I admitted. "You can't drive when I have four fingers in your vagina," he told me. "Eventually, they'll come out and I can drive your car," I said.
He helped me sit up after he pulled my panties and jeans up. I then sat in front of him, dopey. I was happy, tightly clutching his car keys in my left hand. He smiled at me.
My guy and I thought that we'd be meeting sometime next week. He is full of surprises.
On Saturday, he called me while driving to his class. His car's bluetooth connection isn't the best, but it's tolerable.
"Hey, can you meet me after class at 7 pm? I miss you," he told me. "I can. I miss you, too," I replied without any thought. "Can you give me a blowjob like last time?"he asked me seriously. "Sure, I'd love to," I replied. "I can then punish you for being bad," he replied. "But, I'm a good girl," I said, playfully whining. "Never!"
It was a fun time, as expected. I have a sore butt to prove it.
On Friday night, we had this conversation over the phone while we were both driving home in our respective cars:
"Starbucks is expensive," my guy remarked, favouring Tim Hortons more. "Starbucks is good, just like me," I said. "You are never good! I am going to punish you tomorrow," he replied. "No, I'm a good girl. Maybe I shouldn't come see you," I teased. "No, you will come and I will make you cum," he insisted. "You want to see me because you miss me," I hinted. "I miss punishing you," he pinpointed. "You're so mean!" I replied.
He kept his word. I am sitting here with a sore backside. All is well!
Last Tuesday was a bit unpredictable as far as my guy's availability for lunch. A mutual colleague of ours, who lives in Saudi Arabia these days, flew back to Toronto attend my guy's course. My guy said that this colleague had made mention of doing lunch with my guy on Tuesday. So, our date lunch may not happen.
Well, my guy pinged me first thing in the morning. He told me that this colleague didn't show up for his course. My guy asked whether I was still free to have lunch with him. Although I had packed my lunch, I was good with deferring my goodies for dinner and having lunch with my guy. He was relieved.
We went out for lunch at 12:30 pm. My manager had scheduled a last-minute meeting with me and another manager from noon till 12: 30 pm. I advised my manager that I had to do a hard stop at 12:30 pm, for my guy's lunch slot isn't too flexible. My manager tends to talk a lot. Sure enough, it happened and the meeting dragged on. I got up from the meeting, excused myself, and left. I also let my guy know that I was running a few minutes later.
My guy and I met downstairs and headed to his car. We drove to our favourite Chinese restaurant. He ordered my dish from the day before, which was spicy garlic chicken. I went with the chilli chicken. Yep, we are still in chicken mode.
My guy turned a bit serious for a brief moment during our conversation.
"I have a favour to ask of you," he said seriously. "Oh, no. Is this work-related?" I asked, knowing that it wasn't. "No. Your cell phone plan is with Telus, right?" he asked me. "Are you going to tell me your old puns again about cell phone providers?. Telus about your day. Rogers, that, buddy! That rings a Bell," I teased my guy, while giving him a taste of his own medicine. "Wow, now I don't know what I was going to ask you after that rant," he smiled. "Maybe that's a good thing," I replied. "I need to unlock my phone and need a different SIM card. You have a nano SIM, too, correct?" he asked me. "Yes," I replied. "I can help you after work." "Thank you. That would be great."
My guy and I are pretty consistent when it comes to unlocking phones as of late. I have done it with two of my phones. He has done it with the last two phones that he has owned.
After work, I dropped by a meeting room on the second floor where my guy was teaching his course for the week. My guy was bent over to reach for something. I was admiring the view from afar. I enjoyed it.
My guy and I sat together to unlock his phone. We exchanged SIM cards, with my guy carefully inserting my nano SIM into his phone. He wanted me to record the procedure, in case something went wrong. It was my first time recording video on my phone, which turned out well. He successfully unlocked his phone. We also tried the data. We had to change a setting and it worked like a charm.
We packed up. I teased my guy over something.
"You're such a bad girl," he hinted. "I'm not. I am a good girl, as always," I replied. "No, you are never a good girl. If I had a wooden ruler, I would show you how bad you are."
It's nice when he threatens me that way. It's quite the turn-on.
I recently got a new cell phone. I have had an iPhone 5 for the past three years. My cell phone contract has finally expired. So, I switched providers to go with a discount that I get with my employer. So far, so good.
I now am using an iPhone 6, and love the slightly larger screen and fingerprint recognition feature. It's fun!
The other night on Skype, I told my guy about it. I only have one cell phone case. It's nice, but I love the M&M's characters and need one for this new phone.
My guy remembered that, when we were in Istanbul, I had purchased an M&M's phone case and a glass protector for my iPhone 5.
We talked today about his day. He went to his favourite market in Istanbul after work.
"I bought you an M&M's case in purple," he told me. "I'm so excited! Thank you," I responded with glee. "You're welcome. I also got a glass protector for your new phone. I know how much you loved the one that you bought last year."
He's sweet and thoughtful, as always.
He also shared what other goodies he had purchased.
"I also got a taser," he said nonchalantly. "What are you going to do with it? Go into law enforcement?" I asked him curiously. "Well, if you resist getting your next spanking from me, I will tase you," he joked. "You're mean!"
He got it because he was curious to see how it works and it was just dirt cheap.
"I can lend it to you to knock some sense into some of your lazy colleagues on your team," my guy suggested. "I don't think that would work. They need an electric chair." "You're so bad," my guy stated, laughing.
It has been a while since I have seen my guy. Naturally, I need some discipline.
My guy and I have spent some decent time this past weekend talking on Skype. We miss each other. It showed the first night when we talked for nearly three hours.
He got me off that evening. Afterwards, he continued making me long for him.
"When I get off the plane and see you, the first thing I want to do is spank you." "Wouldn't you want to hug and kiss me first?" I asked him innocently. "Of course," he pondered. "But, I want to spank you hard on your bare bottom and punish you for being such a bad girl." "I'm not a bad girl!" I protested. "Sure, you are! You are never a good girl and you always need to be punished."
It's pretty romantic to a girl whose backside needs a good spanking. I enjoy our banter. It's sweet.
I love 80's music. I was a kid growing up during that decade (I don't care that I am dating myself, as I have a lot of fond memories). My self-discovery of hit music took place then.
I never had poofy, teased hair. I never wore those jeans with the knee flaps hanging down. Nope, I didn't own a neon yellow t-shirt. I did, however, pin my jeans and wear lots of jelly bracelets, imitating one of my favourite singers at the time, Madonna.
When I bought my first Prius, it came with a free subscription to Sirius XM. I was delighted to find the 80's channel, among other special treasures. More often than not, I am driving (or sitting in traffic, as is the case when you are in the Greater Toronto Area (GTA)) with my satellite radio locked on the 80's channel.
Today, as I was driving down to Chinatown to do a bakery run, I heard the following lyrics:
Bad boy Now I got to be punished
Go ahead, spank me, whoop me Let me come back home I need to be punished
Spank me, whoop me Let me come back home Break out the leather, baby
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked down at my audio display:
I had never heard of "Bad Boy" by Ray Parker Jr. After all, I was still in elementary school at the time and it was definitely not a suitable song for such young ears! I just knew him from singing the theme song to the Ghostbusters movie.
I feel the need to share this gem of a song. When my guy is back in town, I'll need to play it for him.
Of course, he wouldn't exactly be able to relate to this song. Once, he did say something along the lines that I should physically hurt him in some way after he broke up with me. It was more of a figure of speech than to tell me that he deserved to be punished for putting me through that experience.
I would have to rework the song, to make it mine. However, my lyrics would not be a perfect match to the song.
Bad girl Let me go over your knee I need to be punished
Spank me, pinch me Make my butt glow I need to be punished
Spank me, pinch me Make me say no more Break out the leather paddle, baby
Maybe I'll leave a voice message on my guy's phone, singing these fine lyrics. I see a fun ringtone in his future. =)
