Attractive manager, and handjobs and blowjobs

I have a love-hate relationship with my current job position. I love training folks and working with students. I like research. I dislike incompetence and my huge workload. That's nothing new.

I was talking about it with my guy. We both don't exactly like the company's direction. We just grin and bear it.

My guy still urges me to continue finding employment elsewhere. I pointed out that I have not had a standard-of-living raise within the last two years. I have not received a bonus within the last three years.

I am currently dealing with a new project manager who thinks that she knows everything. Yet, she chimes into e-mails, which is irrelevant and adds more grief than necessary. She then flips it around to indicate that I seem unclear. Whatever. The proof is within the e-mail transcript that she is delusional.

She has set up a meeting for me to step through two documents for a final review with folks. I find it a waste of time, as we went through a first round of reviews. She can step people through it. After all, it's her meeting. I don't need to be there to walk folks through documents. People can read. She can handle this walk-through exercise, since she knows everything. Yes, read that last sentence with sarcasm.

She is a horrible communicator. I don't know where we get such incompetent project managers. Naturally, my manager just sits there and does nothing. It's probably because I have been handling everything well on my own.

Anyway, my guy and I had this chat about the situation.

"I think that it's great that you are looking for employment, as not getting any salary raise is not ideal," he sympathized.
"Yes, I haven't stopped. I just haven't found the right job," I noted.
"Fair enough. Once you find an attractive job, you can make your move," he agreed.
"If you were my attractive manager, I would definitely work for you. You'd have a job for me. A hand job, at least," I said.
"If I were your manager, we'd be doing a ton of jobs, like handjobs and blowjobs," he said.

It's nice when we incorporate some teasing and role-playing into our serious conversations.

Manage and spank me

I get along well with my manager. He revealed an interesting tidbit of information over lunch on Friday.

A few years ago, there was a manager who was in charge of technical support. He apparently had a conversation with my boss. He told him, "You need to manage Cutiebootie."

It's funny. He never mentioned anything to me until now. This support manager left the company around three years ago.

Several years ago, this manager told me to change a set of tabs in a spreadsheet. He wanted the most current tab at the end. I indicated that it didn't make sense. The most current tab should be at the front. He was adamant that he was right.

What did I do? I gave him an updated spreadsheet with his changes. After that, I flipped it back to having the most current tab at the beginning. I proceeded to slap on a password on this spreadsheet. It was evident that he wanted access to this file. It was also obvious that he didn't know how to use Excel, for I had to do a ton of work to restore it.

I owned this spreadsheet. This manager did not.

I pointed out this episode with my manager, who wasn't my boss back there.

"That doesn't make sense to have that current tab at the front," he agreed.
"I know. He probably wasn't thrilled that I shunned him out of the spreadsheet," I admitted.
"He was afraid of you and didn't know how to approach you. So, he talked to me," he revealed.
"Did you say anything to him?" I asked.
"Nope. He asked me to manage you. I didn't say anything. You were doing a fantastic job. I didn't need to say anything," he said.

I like who I was back then, standing up for what I believe was best for both the customer getting this spreadsheet and for me. Luckily, I haven't changed.

I told my guy this story. He found it amusing that this manager was intimidated by me.

"I wonder what would happen if you were my manager and I locked you out of this spreadsheet," I pondered.
"I think you know what would happen to that cute butt of yours," he smirked.
"I'd enjoy the consequences, I'm sure," I noted.
"I liked the offices back in the old office place. I would call you into my office, close the door, bend you over the desk, and spank you hard for being such a bad girl," he replied.

He's sweet. I miss those offices, too.

Spanking me for not getting a perfect paper

My guy shared the following video with me. It's a video on the difference between white and Asian parents when it comes to reacting to their child's grades.

We have done a bit of role-playing where he asks for me to get a spanking implement to spank me with. However, we have never done a scene in which I am spanked for getting poor grades.

"I would love to give this scenario a try," I said to him.
"Me, too. Would you like to be over my lap or bent over when I spank you?" he asked me.
"How about both? You can bend me over and spank me over my panties. Then, I can be over your lap for a bare-bottomed spanking," I suggested.
"Sounds good to me, sweetie," he said.

It's great when we both like each other's suggestions.

U is for uniform - clothes and head

I have a feeling that this post will be a bit different.

Uniform.

I never had to wear a school uniform when I went to school. In high school, when I finally made it to the concert band (I have always enjoyed music), I had to wear a band uniform. It consisted of a tartan kilt that had red, black, and white, a white shirt, a red blazer, black socks and tie, and a hat that was black. Otherwise, I didn't have a dress code at school. I simply had to wear respectable clothing.

At work, most of the places that I have worked for expect business casual attire. My first job required business attire, except for Fridays.

As for role-playing, I tend to be the naughty girl in whatever scenario. I don't really have uniforms either, but I do like wearing either a short skirt or a short pair of shorts. It makes me feel like the bad girl that I am and my guy has easy access to me and my backside. As for tops, my guy likes shirts with buttons and a black bra underneath. What I wear, and eventually do not have on, turns my guy on a ton.

My guy used to shave his head for years, simply because he didn't like that he was starting to grey and was developing a small bald patch. However, since he decided to grow back his hair, I have convinced him that he looks much younger with a head of hair and that he doesn't have as much grey as he thinks.

Getting back on point, my guy has a uniform head. It is perfect. I find it sexy and attractive. I love caressing it, even with his hair. He loves that I do.

Once bitten, twice spanked

My guy likes giving me lovetaps throughout the day. They lead to wonderful spankings.

I was brushing my teeth. He came into the bathroom, which is spacious. He slapped each buttock several times, saying that I will always be his naughty girl.

The other evening, we went out for dinner, and came back. Kissing, hugging, and more in an elevator to ourselves going up 32 floors is wonderful.

We got into our hotel room where he hugged me from behind and gave me several kisses. He was planning on hanging up his coat.

We have wooden hangers in our closet. He took one and used it across my bottom.

"It has been a long time since I have been spanked by a wooden clothes hanger," I said.  "Bend over," he said.

I loved how it felt. Just ten slaps across my clothed backside. I was turned on. He even used the hanger to rub my crotch and get me excited. I feel bad for the next person using that hanger for their clothes.

My guy and I did some fun role-playing in which he is Mr Meanie and I am the good girl who never deserves to be spanked.

He used the leather paddle across my bottom. He took down my panties. I tried grabbing them and pulling them up, but the smacks got harder. I tried to cover my bare buttocks with my hands, but he slapped my hands away with the leather paddle, and then continued to spank me harder.

It was a fun night. He entered me from behind and made me reach orgasm. I then gave him a handjob.

We then spent the evening laughing and cuddling. He rubbed my sore bottom just before we fell asleep. It was sweet.

Sightseeing first, chatting next

My guy has been pretty consistent with catching me on Skype at around 17:00. On Thursday, I was at work and we connected online.

I had left my earbuds at home. However, having Skype on my phone is a blessing! I found a conference room, shut the door, and talked to my guy for an hour.

I was surprised to hear from my guy. He told me the other night that he was going sightseeing. I thought that he would be dead tired that he wouldn't have a chance to talk to me.

He had so much to tell me. One of his clients was kind to give him a tour of Zagreb with another colleague. They were both women. My guy found the client to be cute. She was small and chubby. He also told me that she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

"You wish that I were tiny and an airhead sometimes, don't you?" I asked him.
"I like the thought of that, but I could never hold a decent conversation and have great sex as I do with you," he replied.

He's a smooth talker. He always has and continues to be one.

He was disappointed that this tour didn't include showing him the nightlife that the city has to offer. He recommended that I visit this city. He couldn't help but rave about it.

We said goodnight. I told him that I wished that I could kiss his head and tuck him into bed. He confessed that he has always loved when I kiss him all over his face. I told him that I will do that more often, but I tend to kiss his lips first, as they are enjoyable and so full. He said that the feeling was mutual.

A lull - my guy is not in his happy place and is miles away

My guy is moody. On Saturday, he wrote be a sweet e-mail, saying how much he loved his birthday gift from me and how great I am in the gift-giving department.

I have mentioned in the past that he has called me his girlfriend a couple of times. In this e-mail, he did it a third time. It is rare that he calls me his girlfriend and that I call him my boyfriend. Instead, we tend to give each other playful nicknames.

Well, the playful nickname trend came crashing down on Monday. I didn't hear from him for a couple of days. He is on the road and normally lets me know that he's okay.

He did eventually send me an e-mail on Monday night. He told me that he has been in a "bit of a bad mood." He never explained why. He said that he would "resurface soon." He used my real first name as part of the opening salutation. The last time he did so in a private e-mail was the first few e-mails that we had sent to each other when we started dating.

Perhaps I am reading into his e-mail more than I should, but it certainly convinced me that he was not his regular self. I told him that if he wanted to talk about it, to just let me know. I also said that he probably needed a real hug, but that I could only offer a virtual one to him for the time being.

He wrote back to me tonight. He seems like he is on the mend. He told me that I was my sweet self and that my virtual hug helped.

I am hoping that we'll talk soon. I do miss him, but I also know that he needs some time to work out whatever is bugging him. Pressing him to tell me will not work. When he is ready to tell me, he eventually does.

I do worry about him when he get into such a dark zone. If I were with him, I would be holding him in my arms, reassuring him that things do work out.

Anyway, before my guy got in his bad mood, he told me on Friday that he'd like to tie me up sometime. He reassured me that I'd like what he'd do to me. I knew that! My job is to find ties or cuffs that he can use on me. The research is fun. I have found something that I like and it's on sale, too!

I also need to get a feather duster. Although it's not a mandatory item, my guy and I had watched a video in which a woman in a French maid costume was using a feather duster on a man. She was dusting around his balls and cock, alternating between this task and sucking his hard cock. I would like to give the feather duster a try. My guy likes envisioning me sucking him in such an outfit.

Thanks for reading along. It has been an odd week. I miss him, but I am hopeful that he'll get back to his usual self.

Spelling and grammar mistakes? That's a paddlin'!

I write for a living. I ended up in this profession by accident. I have no regrets. It has been a wonderful accident.

Yesterday, I came across this lovely photo on a Facebook page. It triggered a memory from my childhood.

In grades 1 and 2, I had the same homeroom teacher. In grade 2, towards the end of the school year, she gave us what seemed to be the mother of all spelling tests. What she said to us a day or two before the test day was the following:

"If you make three mistakes or more, you know what you'll get? The smacks."

Now, it sounds like I am ancient. I don't think that I am. However, if a teacher said that these days, it wouldn't been acceptable.

This teacher was special. I probably have mentioned that she was the one who spanked me lightly for finishing my math exercises faster than she had expected. She then hugged me after she was done patting my backside. Perhaps that is one reason why I like being hugged and cuddled after being spanked these days.

Anyway, I did make more than three mistakes on my spelling test back in grade 2. I had secretly hoped to get my fair share of smacks, but that never happened. However, it would be a perfect role-playing scenario to act out with my guy. Making grammatical errors would also be perfect for my backside to be paddled, too.

Nail polish, footsie, and sleepyhead pictures

On Monday, my guy and I went out for lunch with another colleague. Our colleague is leaving the company in a couple of weeks and she wanted to spend some time chatting with us. It was great.

I drove us to the restaurant. My guy asked me whether I had changed my nail polish. He has never asked me that before. He normally holds my hands or looks down at my feet to figure that out.

I said that I did. He knows that I change my nail polish every week. I am not that diligent with my toenails. However, I went with painting my toenails with a shade called midnight blue, as the nights have been pretty cool for the past few days.

We got to the restaurant and sat down. My guy sat across from me. He looked under the table to see the colour of my toenails. He has a boyish charm about him that I absolutely love.

Under the table, he lightly brushed his shoe against the side of my sandal. I extended my leg and brushed my calf next to his. It was a nice moment. We have never played footsie in a restaurant before.

Our colleague had to use the washroom. My guy decided to snag my cell phone from me. I playfully tried to get it back, but he has longer arms than I do. He did admit to me that he is not as cell phone-savvy as I am. He wanted to see the two pictures that I had taken of him when he had dozed off at his cubicle.

So, I showed him my photos of him. He laughed hysterically. He wanted me to send them to him. That wouldn't be a problem.

I reassured him that I would not be sharing these pictures of my sleepyhead with anyone. They are just for us. I want them to be used in our role-playing scenarios. These pictures are supposed to get me in trouble and I get spanked for being disobedient.

It's fun to be mischievous. It looks like Friday will be my punishment day. I look forward to it!

Slapping, orgasmic time in the treehouse

It has been great having my guy back. I am a bit behind with my posts. I would love to describe what we did today, but I need to talk about Wednesday's fun first.

I got to work in the afternoon and started chatting with a colleague. My guy then came over to our cubicle area and said hi to me. It was nice to chat with him.

He then came over to my desk with his wired mouse. He was having problems with using it on his laptop. He wanted to try the USB connection on my laptop, to diagnose the problem. He talked about "popping," which made me tease him over taking pills to get him high. His mouse worked fine on my laptop. I gave it back to him. He took the cord and playfully whipped my right arm with it.

"Bad, Cutiebootie! Bad!" he said with a smile.
"Is that it?" I asked him playfully.
"You'll have to make it up to me later," he said with a sheepish grin on my face.

I decided to lend him my extra wired mouse. I reached over the cubicle wall to pass it over to him. He held my hand and the mouse. It was sweet.

We all talked about camping. He showed us pictures of a caterpillar on his head. It was cute. I told him that I wished that I were that caterpillar. My guy has a uniform, adorable skull. He smiled.

At around 17:00, my guy logged on to Skype and discreetly set up a rendezvous with me at the treehouse. As explained in a post way back when, we both give each other nicknames of our private parts. It was fun using those nicknames on Skype.

I left work at 18:00 and drove over to our regular spot. I had debated whether to change into my black lacy panties. I decided not to. I wanted to see if my guy would notice. About ten minutes later, my guy parked next to me. We both climbed into the backseat of the treehouse.

My guy said that I looked as cute as ever. He loves kissing my hand, gradually moving his lips my arm and neck. We looked at each other lovingly. I then touched his right cheek and initiated a kiss. It was nice to kiss his soft lips again and again.

My left leg went over his right thigh as we continued to kiss. He played with my breasts, eventually letting them out of my black lacy bra, and having my nipples touched and pinched. The experience was heavenly.

He unzipped my pants, and proceeded to finger my clitoris and anus. It was wonderful. He called me a slut. I got extremely turned on and eventually came. I then rested in his arms. My guy lovingly swept my hair away from my face and said that I was beautiful.

Moments later, he asked that I slip my pants off completely for more access. He made me come again. He called me a whore and slapped both sides of my face a number of times. After the first four slaps, I had the strong urge to kiss him. I did. Moments later, he delicately pushed me away.

"You can't kiss me whenever you want," he stated. "You're a slut. I tell you when you can kiss me."

He went on to slap my face again.

"Yes, sir," I said, a bit dejected, but it went away as he was magically working on my clit.

It has been a while since I have reached orgasm twice in succession. I felt relaxed and was in dopey mode. He loved seeing me in that state.

Once I had snapped out of being in dopey mode, I worked on him by giving him a handjob. We tried something different, where he rubbed his hard, erect cock as I played with his balls. He ejaculated into my right hand. It was quite the release. It was nice.

We relaxed for a bit and talked. He got me a present while he was in St. Petersburg. I had a good feeling about it. He had taken a photo of a number of Matryoshka dolls and I loved it. He gave me a set. I was so happy. I used to have a set when I was a little girl, except that I had dunked them in water and the dolls ended up being warped. My guy chuckled.

I felt a bit of soreness in my cheeks. My guy apologized for hitting me harder than the first time that we had experimented with having my face slapped. He was expecting my cheeks to turn red, but they never did. He lovingly rubbed my cheeks as I closed my eyes and savoured the moment.

On Monday, my guy and I were talking away from our cubicle area. I was leaning up against the wall. He had talked about how complicated languages can be and his rant made me laugh uncontrollably, to the point where I had bent my knees and wanted to sit on the carpet.

"You know, when you were laughing on Monday, you looked so cute," he admitted.
"Really?" I said with a smile.
"Yes."
"I wish that I had this doll set on Monday," I said playfully.
"Yes, a cute doll holding a cute doll," he said smoothly.

Toward the end of our conversation, he admitted that he would be sad when the time comes for him to sell his car, as we have had so many good memories in our treehouse so far. I told him that we'll make new memories in the new treehouse, whenever he does get one. He nodded in agreement.

My guy then asked me why I wasn't wearing any black panties. I told him that I didn't think that we were going to meet today. He smiled, but I could tell that he wanted to see them on me.

I asked whether I could hug him or if he would slap my face. He was back to his sweet self and held me tight as I reciprocated.

Spanking meme - my answers

I saw the great answers that Renee Rose had posted on her blog that I wanted to partake in this fun spanking meme. So, here goes:

Would you rather be spanked outside in a cold woodshed or inside by a cozy fire?
I would prefer being spanked inside by a cozy fire. It can get cold in the winter in Canada, you know!

Would you rather be spanked in public or private? 
I have always been spanked in private. I would love to be spanked in public (playful swats in public don't count, but I like those, too).

Would you rather fantasize about spanking or actually be spanked?
I like both. When my guy is away, fantasizing helps. Of course, being spanked is great.

Would you rather be spanked for humiliation or for your spanker's pleasure? 
Pleasure.

Would you rather be spanked by hand or hairbrush?
I like being spanked by my guy's hand. It's more personal. I don't mind the hairbrush. Both do their job nicely.

Would you rather be spanked until you cried or until you are aroused?
I have done both. I like the latter more.

Would you rather have just a red bottom or welts/bruises?
Red bottom, for sure. I am not big on having welts or bruises.

Would you rather be spanked for the naughty things you have done or just because you enjoy the experience?
I like both. I like having a reason for being spanked sometimes. Otherwise, I love being spanked just because I like it.

Would you rather be spanked with panties up or panties down?
I like being spanked with my panties on at first. I am highly aroused when they come down and my spanking continues across my bare bottom.

Would you rather be spanked OTK or bent over a table/chair?
I like both positions, but I'd rather be across my guy's lap. Just like a hand spanking, I find the spanking to be a personal one when I am over his knee.

Would you rather your spanker have physical contact with you?
Yes.

Would you rather be a brat to your spanker to deserve a spanking or simply ask your spanker for a spanking because you know you needed it?
Recently, I have played the part of a brat. It doesn't make my guy immediately spank me. When I do ask him after being bratty, "Have I been bad?" he will immediately have me over his knee and soundly spanked. I love it!

Have you received a spanking in the last week?
Yes!

Would you rather be spanked for the physical pleasure or the emotional release?
Physical pleasure. However, there are times when I do need an emotional release and being spanked helps.

Would you rather be spanked by a despotic, mean person or by a compassionate, benevolent person? 
I like the latter. I don't care for being spanked by someone who is mean.

Would you rather be talked to while you are spanked or no talking at all? 
I like it when my guy tells me that I have been a naughty girl while he spanks me. It turns me on.

Would you rather get one swat at a time with pauses to let the sting set in or a continuous tanning to build up the fire?
My guy likes the former. The pauses make me contemplate what I have done and keeps me guessing as to which buttock he will spank next. He will increase the intensity and the time after a bit, but it's never really a blazingly fast spanking.

Would you rather be forced into a spanking or willingly submit into a spanking?
I like willingly submitting into a spanking.

Would you rather have a safe word or be pushed beyond your preconceived limits?
I have a pretty high pain threshold. It depends on my mood. Sometimes, I want to figure out what my limits are. However, the safe word always rules.

Would you rather spanking be part of love making or not a part of love making?
I used to enjoy being spanked, with the love-making aspect being secondary, but this was with the ex-husband. These days, I like how my guy incorporates spanking in our love-making. It's a wonderful balance.

Would you rather that spanking be a surprise or something that you have to look forward to?
Both! I love when my guy surprises me with a spanking. I also look forward to receiving a spanking, especially when he tells me, "You're going to be spanked later on today." I look forward to being spanked for the rest of the day!

Would you rather that spanking be a part of role playing kinkiness or a response to events that have happened in reality?
We do and I like both!

Would you rather be cuddled or scolded after a spanking?
I am a naturally cuddler. He likes it when we cuddle, too.

Why I love sucking cock - the challenge!

I would have never predicted that I would be writing about why I love sucking cock. It is quite the topic for me to write about, but I am up (pun intended) for the challenge. This post has been brought to you by Spanky's fine post to all Cock-Worshipping Subs.

I am new to the art of giving a blowjob. I only started several months ago.

When I was married, I didn't feel inclined to give my now ex-husband a blowjob. It was mostly because he wasn't exactly the most hygienic guy that I knew. I never liked the fact that he could go a few days without taking a shower. As our marriage rolled on, my love for him diminished. In a nutshell, he had a lot of demons and his priorities came first most of the time. Mine often took a backseat.

My first cock-sucking experience was with my guy. After being punished with a crop that he had bought exclusively to use on me, at one point, he asked me to kiss the head of his cock. Not only did I kiss it, but I put it in my mouth. I loved how soft and smooth his penis was when I had first kissed it. I couldn't help but be curious about what it was like to have his cock expand in my mouth. It was a good introduction and experience for me. My guy was so sweet and patient with me. I also enjoyed sucking him while I was on my back and he was on top of me.

Over the months, I have had a lot of practice sucking and pleasing him. I love playing with his balls. I want to suck and lick them one of these days. I am curious. I am also eager to please.

I enjoy the role-playing that we do. Whenever I give him a blowjob, he likes calling me a slut and a whore. I get aroused when he does, too. It's mostly because I am truly a goody-goody, which would perhaps explain why I enjoy being spanked and called names in the bedroom. I qualify his name-calling by saying that I am his exclusive sex slave, waiting to satisfy every sexual need that he has and demands from me. It turns him on immensely.

As of late, we have been experimenting by having me suck and jerk him off. I love switching between the two. He often looks at my manicured nails wrapped around his erect penis and gets incredibly turned on. I like when he tells me that he likes when my tongue licks the length of his hard cock. It's as if I were licking a popsicle. He is just that yummy.

One of my favourite brief conversations with him was as follows:

"I love it when you suck me," he said, with his eyes closed, enjoying what I was doing to him.
"I love it when you let me," I replied, obviously pulling out his erect member to talk before going back to work. Needless to say, he came shortly thereafter.

So, that's it from this novice cock-sucking girl. I love the pleasure that both my guy and I derive from my giving him a blowjob. I feel like I have accomplished something wonderful when he comes after all the hard work I have done sucking, licking, and playing with his erect penis. I get horny when he playfully scolds me. I enjoy when he grabs my hair in our role-playing and tries to get me to suck all of him in my mouth. It's hot. He has told me that it turns him on to see his penis in my mouth. I get turned one giving him a blowjob, especially with a sore, red bottom from being spanked by him.

Jerking and sucking - a nice way to kick off the weekend!

Friday. The day couldn't have arrived any sooner.

I spent some decent time at work this afternoon talking to my guy. He looked at me longingly at one point and told me that I have a nice smile. It isn't the first time that he has mentioned it. Today, it was wonderful to hear.

Towards the end of the day, he told me that he was going to do some work. Yes, he was attempting to do work at 17:30 on a Friday evening. I told him that he was crazy.

"Yes, I am going to do some work. I have 1.5 hours left."
"I was going to suggest something else, but you're in work mode," I said.
"You're making me feel guilty," he admitted. "Should I feel this way?"
"I don't know," I said, testing the waters.
"How about we compromise and I work till 18:00," he said.
"Okay," I replied.

Sure enough, we left work at 18:00, as promised. He asked me about why I didn't like hearing my recorded voice. We got into an empty elevator. I started to explain why I can't bear to hear my recorded voice. He came up to me. I couldn't help but to wrap one hand around him, cradling the back of his neck with my right hand, and touching his sexy chest with my left. He hugged me with one hand and grabbed my right buttock with his other hand. We locked in a passionate kiss.

"We'll talk later," he said after our kiss, which made me smile.

The floor was wet on the main floor. My stride is a lot better these days. I felt more confident walking across it. My pinched nerve is slowly regenerating, but I am making huge progress.

We drove to our usual hangout. We parked. We got into the backseat of his roomy car.

We held hands. He told me that I was cute and funny. He loved my smile. He thought that my chin was adorable. He loved how my new haircut framed my face nicely. He loved my body. I was getting a bit embarrassed and rested my head on his stomach briefly, before I went ahead and kissed him.

We kissed a lot. His hand moved down to my breasts. He cupped them. He played with my nipples. We continued to French kiss. I love kissing him. The feeling is mutual, thankfully!

That time of the month for me was nearing an end, but I was still off limits. I apologized to him. He was okay, especially when I said that I could focus on him more.

He pulled down his corduroy pants and grey underwear. He pulled out his erect cock. I held it and started working methodically to jerk him off.

We like role-playing where I am a slave to his sexual needs and he tells me how I need to please him. We experimented today.

"I want you to suck me... now," he said, while I was jerking him off.
"Yes, sir," I said obediently, inserting the tip of his cock in my mouth, ramming my tongue down the hole, and continuing to wrap my mouth down his erect member's shaft.

He told me to stop and to jerk him off. So, I did like a good girl.

"You like sucking cock, don't you?"
"Yes, like the slut that I am," I stated. "I am here to please you. I only like sucking your cock."

He asked me to suck his cock some more. This time, he told me to lick and suck it. I obeyed. I was then instructed to jerk him off.

He ordered me to suck him again. I didn't hesitate. I went back to work. This time, he took me by the back of my neck and pushed me to suck his cock more. I didn't gag, but I found it to be arousing. It wasn't a forceful push, but it was enough to get more of his member in my mouth. At one point, he held my hair just to see how his cock looked in my mouth. He found it to be incredibly sexy.

My guy told me to jerk him off. I made a sound after taking his cock out of his mouth, as if I had been sucking a popsicle. I couldn't resist kissing him. Our kiss was strong and passionate. We were both turned on, especially when I was jerking him off as we were kissing. His hand moved down my right side to my hip. He then put his hand under my panties and groped my right buttock as we continued to kiss and jerk him off. He eventually came. It was wonderful.

As always, we tend to talk. I have labelled our chat after sex as "dopey talk." We both like talking, but he is so relaxed and drained afterward that he says the funniest stuff.

"Sometimes, people do good things," he started to explain to me. "Sometimes, they do bad things."
"Ooh, that's deep," I teased, which made up both burst out laughing.

It's no surprise that I like shopping at Gap, especially after I had lost sixty pounds. He teases me about it.

"Gap is crap," he said. I immediately made a pouty face, which made him smile and melt.
"Oh, no," he said. "The Gap looks great one you. It doesn't on me," he explained as he tried to hug me.

One of the best parts of our time after sex was seeing a large spider crawl across my knees.

"Ah, a spider!" I exclaimed, although I was rather calm. My guy killed it.
"I am surprised that you didn't scream," he said. "Most women would be freaked out."
"I'm not a screamer," I said, smirking. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

The other best part after sex? We both said that we like talking and confiding in each other. We hugged for a long time. He is the perfect gentleman. He's mine, too. I am so lucky.

Being tied up and waiting patiently

On Saturday, my guy and I played dominant and submissive roles, respectively, on Skype. It was different for both of us, but it was surprisingly enjoyable.

One of the interesting tidbits that came out of our role-playing session was my guy saying that he was going to tie me up and play with me. He would stimulate my clit to the point where I wanted his cock inside me, but he would tease me. He wouldn't give in. He would keep me waiting.

I never thought that I'd say what I am about to say. Although it is just plain torture, I like that thought.

After our session, when we were relaxed after getting off, we talked.

"I have never been tied up," I confessed.
"Maybe it's time that you were in real life," he said.

Handcuffs? I watched Anderson on TV this afternoon. He had given Katherine Heigl a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. Perhaps I need a purple pair, seeing that I have a love for the colour and that they would go well with my fuzzy purple paddle. Or, should I just have a standard pair of steel handcuffs slapped on my wrists?

Part of me likes the thought of having a scarf tied around my wrists for starters. It's more romantic. I am not the type to resist, especially when I am getting spanked.

Anyway, just thoughts about being tied up. They are all worth exploring.

A couple of days ago, we talked about seeing each other once he gets back in town on Saturday. The office is across from the airport.

"Should I meet you in the office or in your car?" I asked him. "The backseat of your car is your office."
"We can meet in the office," he said, after chuckling.
"I don't have access to the elevator after hours, so you'll need to get me," I indicated.
"Yes, I'll get you from the lobby, and then I'll get you again in the office," he said, which made me smile.

Three more days to go before I get to see my guy again and get a sore backside. I can't wait.

Spanking interest and preferred implements

My guy has never been with someone who likes getting spanked before until now. I had anticipated one specific question from him. He posed it today.

"So, how did you get interested in spankings?" he asked me.

I told him about getting swatted lightly for finishing my math homework fairly fast when I was in elementary school. He seemed intrigued by my story. It made sense to him. A good girl who wants to be naughty. I fit this mould perfectly.

I talked about implements tonight. I like getting spanked with an open hand. The spanking is personal to me. It's difficult to describe, but there's more of a connection there.

The wooden ruler is another object that I enjoy getting spanked with. I remember going to summer school in grade 5. Back then, we had these yellow plastic rulers. One boy was making such a fuss and had his backside in the air. The teacher had a yellow ruler in her hand and gave him a few strokes over his shorts. I remember wishing that my backside were taking those strokes instead of my classmate.

I have never been big on having the belt used on me. I just don't find it appealing. I'd rather have a wooden stick come across my buttocks as if I were being caned.

My guy wants to get a ruler and use it one me. I may have to give him a slipper, too. I love a good spanking with a slipper.

I like that he's willing to fulfill my spanking needs. He's a trooper and a keeper.

He has never done role-play before, but is open to trying it out. I think that it's fun. There's something exciting and creative about acting out a part. It's good fun, as is spanking.