Panties

I received my panties from my ongoing subscription in late December. I was sick with a nagging cough and completely forgot to post them.

I got this red pair. I like the little bow at the front with a small jewel. It does have sheer parts, which I love.

The back is sheer:

These panties are comfy. I don't have many red panties. These ones are cheerful.

I am expecting a new pair this month. I look forward to seeing what I get next.

New red panties

My panties subscription came in themail yesterday. I like them!

Here's the front:

The back is mesh, but extremely comfortable:

I like them!

Holiday panties and thong set for being nice and naughty

I have panty subscription service. I get a cute pair of panties every couple of months.

I just looked at the festive holiday versions that you can get on top of your regular subscription. I love them!

Unfortunately, Blogger is not letting me upload any photos right now. I'm getting a server error. I'll simply have to describe what they look like.

The panties version has NICE written on the backside in yellow letters. The panties are a festive green.

There is also a cheery red thong with NAUGHTY written on the back waistband. The thong looks comfortable, which has always been my main concern when it comes to wearing one.

Yep, I will get them and hope that I can upload photos of them when they do arrive. I am both naughty and nice, after all!

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.

Hot tub, buttocks, and fantasizing about being spanked

On Instagram, I was looking at my feed and found this hot tub pic. I like how exposed her buttocks are.

I keep thinking about how sore it would be to sit on that wooden hot tub rim rim after being thoroughly spanked, with my smarting cheeks matching the colour of my swimsuit.

I appreciate this photo so much.

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.

Being super bad to get a second spanking

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Bad girl spanking with a leather paddle

My guy finally had the energy to get out of bed, go to my suitcase, and retrieve my leather paddle.

"I need to spank you with this implement," he said, taking it out of its protective case.
"You don't have to. Why break my good girl record?" I asked.
"I will use the studded side on your butt," he said, ignoring my good girl comment.
"What studded side?" I asked.
"This one," he said, grinning.

I forgot that one side of my paddle had leather. The other side had silicone with stars that jut out.

"That's going to hurt," I concluded, playing a terrified girl.
"That's the point. Where's that cute butt of yours?"

I was lying on my back in bed and pretended to protect my butt. He rolled me over like a log to my left, but I moved back to my protective, neutral position. He then pulled me closer to him and started spanking my left buttock.

I normally don't fight it. However, it was fun doing it. I moved. He held my arm down and continued to spank me with the paddle. I ended up spanking him in the process, which was fun and aroused both of us.

Eventually, I caved by planting my face in a pillow and flipping over on my tummy. I liked the sound of the smacks that landed across my pyjama shorts.

"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said, continuing to spank me hard.
"Nope, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"I'm afraid that I'll need to spank you some more until your butt is bright red," he remarked.

He pulled down my shorts. He continued spanking me hard across my panties. I loved it.

"Are you a bad girl?" he asked me.
"Nope, I'm still good," I replied.

I was so wet when he pulled down my panties and spanked me with the paddle on my bare bottom.

"I like how red your butt is, bad girl," he said, continuing to spank me hard.
"It hurts, Mr Meanie," I replied.
"Good," he said.

He tested how wet I was by sliding his finger in my completely wet clit. He felt that I deserved to be pleasured. He made me reach orgasm. It was intense and amazing.

I was extremely lethargic. I kissed, thanked, and hugged him tightly while feeling the soreness of my butt increase. I love the feeling of being well-spanked and loved.

Strong relationship with fond memories

Spending a  week with my guy has made us closer. We learned a lot about and from each other.

As an example, take driving in Dallas.

"There are u-turn lanes in this city," he said to me in the car, as he demonstrated.
"That's handy. It's less intimidating than doing it at a major intersection," I remarked.

On my last day in the city, my guy asked that I take some money out of his wallet to pay me for the dinner bill that I had taken care of the night before.

"It's weird to go into your wallet and take out money," I said, taking his wallet and giving it to him.
"It's okay. There's nothing in it," he said.
"That's true. We work for the same company, after all," I said.

Finally, we talked about our electric toothbrushes.

"We have the same electric toothbrush. I used my charger to charge yours today," I said.
"Thanks, sweetie," he said.
"No problem," I replied.
"What does it mean when the light turns red?" he asked me.
"It's means that you are brushing your teeth or gums too hard. You need to back off on the pressure," I replied.
"I see. That makes sense," he acknowledged.

Although our week together has come and gone, we have fond memories and a stronger relationship because of it.

Avocado sock and a spanking certification for being like Cheap Bastard

I was talking to my guy about the Toronto Christmas Market. I went there a couple of weekends ago with friends.

"Did you find anything interesting?" he asked me.
"There were some unusual items. I found a single sock for your avocado," I said.
"What do you do with this sock?" he asked curiously.
"It keeps your avocado safe while ripening it," I replied.
"Wow," he said.
"I can't make this stuff up. It's all yours for a whopping $20. I sounded like you. I was outraged. I can get a pair of socks at the dollar store for much less," I admitted.
"Yes, you could get it for a dollar. You're becoming me. You are CB-certified," he replied.
"Thanks. That's a high compliment to be certified by you," I replied.
"I'll certify you when I spank that butt of yours and leave a red mark or so," he replied.
"You haven't spanked me for a while. It's long overdue," I noted.
"It is. When I see you again, I want to spank you for being my bad girl," he said.
"You'll need to rectify it soon," I replied.
"You mean erectify," he said, being punny.
"You mean you can erectify the situation. It's all you! I love it. It's clever and funny," I commented.
"That's a first. I didn't have to force you to admit that it was both clever and funny," he pointed out.

I like his certification style.

Punished with a leather paddle, followed by cuddles

My guy and I moved from the sofa in our hotel room to the side of the bed. My guy was unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans. I sat on the edge of the bed next him, groping his right buttock.

"I think that you should be punished for being bad, not me," I insisted, enjoying groping him.
"Nope, you're my bad girl. Bend over the bed," he said.
"I don't want to," I said, reluctantly.

As I bent over, he gave me a playful smack on my left buttock.

I had a short skirt on. He lifted it up, which exposed my black panties. The black leather paddle matched up nicely with them.

He started smacking my left buttock a few times before he moved over to my right. The smacks started to sting after the first twenty.

"You're mean to my bottom," I said. "It hurts."
"Good," he replied. "Did you bring the wooden paddle?"
"No," I said.
"That's a reason to spank you harder," he insisted, doing just that.
"That hurts a lot!" I exclaimed.
"Where did you leave the wooden paddle?" he asked, continuing the paddling.
"I left it in my car," I said. "I can't be expected to bring everything because you're lazy."
"What, I'm going to go fetch it?" he asked.
"Yes," I challenged.

He pulled down my panties. I became completely aroused. I love when he does it. I know that I have been his bad girl.

The smacks were hard. He paused to run his hand from the back of my ankle to my thigh, and then went in the oppose direction down my right leg. He loves my bare legs.

He continued to paddle me across my bare butt.

"I love how red your butt is," he said, admiring the view.

He teased me by fingering my wet pussy, which made me want to orgasm. He then gave me a few smacks and did it again. He's my Mr. Meanie.

Eventually, he fingered me and made me reach orgasm hard. It was amazing.

He went to wash up. I pulled myself onto the king bed and rested there.

He came over and chuckled. He joined me in bed and cuddled.

"My butt is sore," I said.
"Good," he said.

He kissed me on my forehead as we continued to cuddle. I love a good start to the weekend.

A spanking to come

When my guy and I are apart, we like having phone sex through Skype.

"I like spanking you and seeing how red your butt gets," he admitted.
"I like when you spank me and tell me that I am a bad girl, even though I'm not," I replied.
"No, you are always my bad girl," he insisted.
"That's not true. When were saw each other for two weeks, I was a good girl because you didn't spank me," I noted.
"I will rectify all that when I return," he said.
"I will have to hide all the paddles," I pointed out.
"I can always use my hand to spank your bare butt," he replied.

I can't wait for him to return and spank me.

Birthday boy's wish - sex and a spanking

The other day, it was my guy's birthday. It is rare that we are together on our birthdays. I wished him a happy birthday in a text. He was funny by thanking me and then indicating that he had forgotten.

We got to chat later on that day.

"I loved when I got to spend the entire day travelling with you to Seattle on your birthday," I reminisced.
"I did, too. It was nice," he agreed.
"It was a special day," I pointed out.
"Yes, you made me horny, high, and happy," he replied.
"What would you like me to do to you on your special day?" I asked him.
"If you were here, I'd want you to kiss me all over, and then kiss my hard cock," he noted.
"I would love that. I can suck you until you cum," I offered.
"Yes. After that, I would bend you over to smack your bare butt until it was red. I'd then take you from behind until we both cum," he described, which turned me on.

Even though we are apart, it feels like we are together. A few more days and we'll be together again.

Role reversal - Fifty Shades of Corden with Jamie Dornan

Being a huge fan of the Fifty Shades set of movies, this parody cracked me up:

I have no idea how they were both able to keep it together. I would have been laughing and annoying everyone on set. This video is hilarious. Such a gem!

Paddle hairbrush or thin leather paddle?

I have two implements. I let my guy choose which one he wants to spank me with.

The first is a wooden paddle hairbrush. It is rectangular, so it covers a lot of surface area when it comes to delivering a decent smack across each buttock.

The second is a long, thin leather paddle. It's kind of like a ruler, except that it's a bit wider in length. It's all leather and it packs a decent, consistent slap each time.

My guy prefers the latter. He has yet to spank me with the former.

I asked him why. He likes the longer handle on the leather paddle. He also likes how effective it is across my bare backside.

I'm good with whatever implement he uses. I simply love when he spanks me.

Tea tree oil allergic reaction - fuller lips

I have a facial wash that has tea tree oil in it. I have been using it for a few months now, alternating between it and another cleanser.

Yesterday, I cleansed my face using it. I got some on my lip. I use a facial brush to clean my face. After I was done, I rinsed my face off.

Well, I didn't realize it later, but I ended up with a minor allergic reaction. Even though the tea tree cleanser was on my lip for a couple of minutes, it was enough to plump part of my upper lip. It was a bit itchy and red.

I told my guy about it. Naturally, he was concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"Yes. I have Reactine, so I took a pill to calm the allergic reaction," I replied.
"Good," he said. "You already have full lips. I can't imagine your having even larger lips that are itchy."
"That's true. You have nice full lips, too," I noted.
"They miss yours a lot," he admitted.

My lips are fine today. I just need to be careful with my facial cleaner.

Butt and heart tattoo

I found this photo on Instagram. It's actually a tattoo that I dig.

Heart by @redberrytattoostudio

A post shared by Heart Magazine (@heartmagazine) on Mar 5, 2017 at 3:32am PST

It's cute. I love it. My guy does, too. He tells me often that he loves my butt, especially spanking and groping it.

I don't own any articles of clothing that are red -- my butt gets red often instead!

At work, all employees on our floor have been sucked into providing entertainment for a Christmas party. This entertainment feature can be a skit, a song, or a short production of some sort.

Frankly, it has been a lot of work to simply think of something to do. I won't give it away, but I am the audio person. I had to look up and download various free sounds to complement what we are doing.

It's incredibly time-consuming, considering how much work we have to do, let alone before the holidays.

My boss complicated things a bit. He asked everyone on our team to wear red.

I don't own red clothing. I have specs of red here and there on certain articles of clothing. I am not a red person.

I suppose that I am not into red, other than the colour of my backside after my guy has spanked me.

Spanking on the bed with his hand and a ruler

I stood by the edge of the king-sized bed. My guy pressed up against my backside. I could feel how hard his erect penis was against by butt.

He told me to bend over the bed. I did, with my guy gently helping me.

I was wearing a pink sweater with a plunging back. He liked how he could pull down the sweater to reveal my black bra straps and shoulders.

I was also wearing a navy blue skirt with white stripes that went vertically down it. He lifted up my skirt. I was wearing black lacy panties.

"Wow!" he said, looking at them. "You have such a cute butt for a bad girl."

He started off spanking me with his hand. My black panties didn't cover my entire backside. I whined as he spanked.

He paused to go fetch my acrylic purple ruler. He continued spanking me with it.

I protested by saying that I was a good girl. He didn't think so and spanked me harder.

He paused again. He decided to pull my panties down. I love when he does that. It makes me feel that I have been such a bad girl that my punishment needed to be severe.

My guy spanked me across my bare bottom with ruler. Each smack landed harder. He remarked that my butt was getting red.

He toyed with me by checking out how wet I was. He fingered me. I wanted to reach orgasm, but he wouldn't let me. Instead, he would spank me more and then repeat. Eventually, he fingered me until I came. It felt so good.

He pressed up against me and told me that he loved me. He gently kissed me.

There is much more to come in my next post.

Fun soccer chat after intimate treehouse time

Our post-treehouse-time conversations are fun. It's probably because we are so relaxed and lethargic that we end up having jovial chats.

Last Saturday, we were parked in front of a soccer club office.

"We scored several goals tonight," my guy said with a smirk.
"Yes, we were goal-oriented and we scored often," I said.
"Penalties were given out," he continued.
"I got plenty of yellow and red cards. The red cards matched the colour of my butt after my spanking."

We were cuddling and laughing. It was sweet and memorable.