Plans and spanking checklist of important items

I like when plans and arrangements fall into place. It's nice.

I put in some hours at work on Saturday. I indicated to my manager that I would be cutting my day short on Wednesday, which is today. It gives me time to hit a bakery to get some vegan baked goods for a potluck snackfest at work this Thursday. I have one vegetarian in the group who cannot eat anything with egg in it. Often, I see her excluded from celebrations involving cake. So, I'm going to fix that problem for our gathering.

Wednesday is also when I check in to my hotel room. I like when I have enough points to do a mini staycation. My guy flies in on Thursday morning, so it makes sense to have a room for some quality time and relaxation.

I am all packed. I always feel like I am missing something, though.

Spanking implements? I have a leather paddle and a wooden ruler. He can also use his hand on my backside, which I prefer the most.

His favourite clothing items before they come off me: Black lacy panties and bra? Check. Short skirt? Yep. Low-cut sweater? Definitely.

To say that we are both looking forward to seeing each other is quite the understatement!

Rock of Ages - spanking scene

It's Sunday afternoon. I rarely turn on the TV at this hour, but I decided to have a quiet afternoon of lounging at home.

I flipped channels. Rock of Ages, the movie version of the musical, was on. I decided to watch it.

I like musicals. I already knew after the first ten minutes that it wasn't a good flick. However, I watched it like a train wreck.

What shocked me was a spanking scene. While the mayor's wife is belting out "Hit me with your best shot" with fellow Church worshippers, her husband is getting spanked with a ruler by his mistress.

If the spanking scene were more convincing, I would perhaps like it. I'm just here to share this surprising tidbit with you and to tell you not to bother watching this flick!

Storing a ruler at work when I need a spanking

On Saturday, I took a leisurely drive to work. I was there to move my belongings out of my locker to one that is closer to my desk.

There were three people at work. The other two were in separate mini meeting rooms. I was pleased, for I could do my move in silence.

I had to walk between the two lockers four times. The last time could have been prevented. I left the silver ring on my old key. I was instructed to leave my old key in my empty locker. My new key didn't have that ring, which I need to fasten it to my badge.

I noticed the top three items that I have in my locker:

• Training manuals
• Tea
• Snacks

What do all three things have in common? My guy has contributed to my locker's contents. I also found a sticky note that he had placed on one of the training manuals. He wrote my name on it.

I am fortunate to have a locker. My guy doesn't have one because he works offsite at home.

We had a good chat about my little locker move:

"I am glad that I have contributed to furnishing your locker," my guy said.
"I am, too. I love the constant reminders of you," I replied.
"I should get you a ruler and have you store it in your locker. When I am in the office and need to spank you, you'll retrieve it from your locker and hand it to me," he said.
"You'd then find a meeting room, bend me over the table, and use it on me, right?" I asked him.
"Of course. You will always be my bad girl with that spankable butt," he said.

It'll be nice to have that ruler close by at work.

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.

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.

Love our lurkers (LOL) day - my spanking

For love our lurkers (LOL) day, I asked fellow readers to leave me comments. Each comment would lead to two smacks across my bare bottom, administered by my guy.

Well, after a revision, I went with a total of 34 smacks, and multiplied it by four:

• 34 smacks with a wooden hairbrush
• 34 slaps with a purple acrylic ruler
• 34 whacks with a leather paddle
• 34 spanks of my guy's choosing

Some details about the implements:

• My wooden hairbrush is a rectangular paddle brush, so it covers quite the surface area
• My purple acrylic ruler is one of my favourite spanking implements, which is always in my car's glove compartment
• I have two leather paddles, but my guy chose the larger one where one has leather on one side, and fuzzy soft purple material on the other
• As expected, my guy chose to use his bare hand to spank me

As crazy as this statement may sound, getting 136 smacks + more across your backside isn't that bad. That's not to say that my pert posterior isn't sore right now. Perhaps it's because we have fun banter as he spanks me that I don't notice how sore I am until well after the spanking is over.

We got into my car's backseat after lunch on Friday. I presented the spanking implements to him.

"Do you have a preference as to which one you'd like me to use?" my guy asked me.
"Not really. I would like you to spank me with your hand last, though," I replied.

I find that an open-hand spanking to hurt more. It's also the most intimate spanking to me. He was good with using his hand last.

My guy signalled me to go over his lap. I playfully protested, which caused him to give me a few swats as I finally got pulled over his knee. He took down my jeans and panties. He caressed my backside and told me that he has been looking forward to spanking me, especially before he flies off on business.

The unpredictability of whether he is going to spank me with the soft part of the paddle or the leather paddle added to the surprise. Naturally, a bad girl would prefer to have the former. My guy alternated between spanking me hard with the leather side and lightly with the fuzzy side. When the leather side landed, the sound was loud and sometimes shocked me when the hard slap came down. He teased me by rubbing the paddle across either buttock from time to time and quickly giving me a few smacks in succession.

My guy then used the purple ruler. He playfully scolded me for being his bad girl while slapping me with it. Some slaps came fast and in one spot. 

"That hurts!" I told him, trying to protect my bare butt with my hand.
"You are such a naughty girl. Move your hand," he sternly stated, tapping my hand with the ruler.
"No!" I replied defiantly.

My guy held my hand behind my back and used his free hand to continue slapping my bottom with the ruler. Because I was disobedient, he gave me ten extra slaps as punishment.

He then went to using the wooden hairbrush. He has never spanked me with one before. The last time I got a spanking with a wooden hairbrush was over a decade ago. It was exciting! 

My guy changed it around by being methodical about spanking each buttock with the same intensity. He changed the location while telling me that my butt was getting red. I knew that it was. I could feel the soreness set in, but I loved how it felt.

Finally, he caressed my sore backside.

"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl?" he asked me rhetorically.
"I've told you a ton of times that I am always good," I replied.
"That's not true. I already got a confession from you and now you are telling me a lie?" he asked me.
"No, it's the truth," I insisted.

My guy didn't like that. He spanked me hard with his hand. I loved every smack, even though my butt was warm and achy.

"Are you going to admit that you're a very bad girl now?" he asked me after my 34th smack with his hand.
"Yes," I replied.
"Good," he said, rubbing my backside for a while. "Your butt gets cuter when it has been spanked long and hard."

He helped me up. I sat next to him. He held me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

"You can certainly take a good, long spanking. I always knew that you could," he said to me tenderly.
"Thanks for being such a good spanker and my Mr Meanie," I replied.

He hugged me harder.

Love our lurkers (LOL) day 2 - the results

I hope that you had a wonderful Love Our Lurkers (LOL) day yesterday. I had a lot of fun checking out blogs that I visit regularly, and discovering brand new ones to add to my blogroll.

My goal was to have enough comments to get the number of smacks across my backside in the double digits. Thanks to everyone, both lurkers and non-lurkers, for leaving comments.

Fifteen fine folks left comments. The number of smacks that I will endure on my bare bottom will be thirty. I am more than thrilled!

I have votes for a leather implement, a ruler, and a hairbrush to be used on me. I still need to hammer out those details. Part of me wants all three implements used on me. I will need to discuss my strategy with my guy.

My guy likes the fact that I have a high pain threshold. Naturally, I am aiming for the following:

• Thirty smacks with the wooden hairbrush
• Thirty slaps with my purple acrylic ruler
• Thirty whacks with a leather paddle

I am adventurous. Yep, I'd be getting a grand total of ninety smacks. It just depends on how energetic and enthusiastic my guy will be. 

As always, I will keep you posted. Thanks for making my LOL day so memorable and fun!

Difference between we and you during a ruler spanking

On Saturday, our date night was a bit different. My guy's class ended an hour earlier than usual. It just meant that we got to see each other earlier, which was a bonus.

We met in our usual spot, in the treehouse. My guy and I got into the backseat. His hands were cold. I am nicknamed the furnace, as I tend to be so warm that holding his hands for ten minutes actually warms them up.

My guy is thinking about selling his beloved car. Recently, it has had a series of odd things happen to it. The battery drained a few times. Trying to use the manual key lock was a challenge, requiring a screwdriver to pop off the cover. The other week, one of his car's headlights died. Screwing in the lightbulb took a visit to a mechanic to diagnose the issue.

So, my guy is on the hunt for a pre-owned car again. He told me about what cars he has seen so far. I can only hope that he finds a car with fewer issues.

He then focused his attention on me.

"Even though you are on your period, I can still punish you," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl in a good world. You sang that to me recently," I teased.
"I don't think so. Where is your spanking apparatus?" he asked me.
"Apparatus? It sounds like you are conducting an experiment," I giggled.

He went to my glove compartment to find my ruler. He then signalled me to go over his knee, smacking my butt lightly with his hand.

"I think you have the wrong person," I protested, as I stretched across his lap.
"Nope, you're the bad girl that I want. I am going to spank you until you admit that you're a bad girl," he insisted.
"I am a good girl, though" I insisted.
"No, you are bad, bad, bad," he said, slapping my backside after each instance of bad.
"Good, good, good," I replied.
"Bad, bad, bad," he repeated.

I like when he slaps each buttock in rapid succession. The stinging feeling is nice for a bit until the pain starts to creep in.

"So, are we going to admit that we are bad?" he asked.
"We?" I asked him. "Who's we? The royal we?"

We both started to laugh. It's the writer in me. It's also the fun that we have during a spanking session. The chatter is fun.

"I mean you," he stated.
"You said we. If we means you, then yes, you are bad," I teased.

That remark led to more smacks with the ruler, which hurt.

"Are you going to admit that you're a bad girl?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am a bad girl," I said, caving in.
"Are you a bad girl or a very bad girl?" he continued.
"I just said that I am a bad girl. Isn't that enough?" I challenged.

More ruler smacks landed across my sore backside. I finally said that I was a very bad girl. He laughed and stopped. We then cuddled.

I enjoy the spankings that he gives me. They are fun and I like the idea of confessing that I'm bad.

Treehouse time on Saturday night consisting of a hard spanking - part 2

My guy swatted my panty-clad backside with his hand. He shifted over to the middle of my car's backseat. I kissed him on the lips and obediently positioned myself across my guy's lap.

He spanked me with my sturdy purple acrylic ruler over my hot pink panties. I could tell by my guy's reaction that he liked the colour of them. He alternated slapping the ruler on each buttock. He told me that I was a bad girl each time. He then went into a stern talk about how bad I was. He punctuated each word with a hard slap across each buttock.

My butt was warming up and was stinging.

"It hurts," I said to him, moving my right hand over my butt to rub it.
"Move your gorgeous hand," my guy instructed, tapping it lightly with the ruler.
"My bottom hurts," I whined.

He moved my hand, kissed it, and then spanked me some more with the ruler.

I was squirming a bit over his lap as the slaps continued.

"It hurts a lot," I told him.
"Really?" he asked rhetorically.

He briefly put the ruler down and gave me a dozen smacks with his open hand.

"That hurts more!" I protested playfully.
"It's going to hurt more," he told me, pulling down my panties.
"Oh, no... not my bare bottom!"

I love when he pulls down my panties to expose my butt. I feel like I have been such a bad girl.

He used the ruler hard across my bare butt. I loved the sound of the ruler landing on each buttock.

"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said to me.
"No!" I said defiantly.
"I will continue to spank you hard until you say that you're my bad girl."

He probably got another dozen hard slaps in before I finally caved and said that I was bad. He chuckled, pulled my panties up, gave me a couple of lovetaps, and helped me sit down on my sore backside. We kissed and cuddled.

"From now on, I am going to spank you until you admit that you're bad," he said, holding me tightly.
"Okay. As you have said to me, all because I say that I am good, it doesn't mean that I am. Same goes with being bad."

We cuddled for a bit as the soreness set in. He's a good spanker. I enjoyed the hardest spanking that he has ever given me.

Treehouse time on Saturday night - part 1

On Saturday night, I waited for my guy to finish his course at 19:00. He came out of the building about fifteen minutes later. He looked over at my car and headed over to his.

He wore his new pink shirt that he bought at the liquidation centre. He looked good to me, as always. He drove over to my car, honked, and we drove across the street to an empty parking lot.

My guy came over to the passenger side of my car, said hi, and proceeded to adjust the seat forward. I caressed his cleanly shaved head, which he told me that he'd do, along with wearing his new shirt. He smiled.

I adjusted my seat and we headed into the treehouse. We held hands for a bit. My guy had cold hands, as it's Fall after all.

We cuddled. He put his left hand into my back pocket. He then lightly tapped my butt.

We kissed. He pulled down my lilac sweater, so that my shoulders were exposed. He kissed my neck and shoulders. We then locked lips again and kissed. He wanted to play with my breasts, so he pulled them out of my bra and did just that.

I am ticklish. The fact that his hands were cold made me even more ticklish when he ran them down my sides. He thought that it was cute, apologized, and we cuddled some more.

I touched his crotch. His penis was hard in his pants as we kissed.

We both ended up taking our pants and underwear down. He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I proceeded to while he fingered me from behind.

I came first and ended up nuzzling his hard cock afterwards. He told me to rest there for a bit. I kissed his erect member. It responded by getting bigger. I continued sucking it while I was kneeling on the carpeted floor. Just before he ejaculated, I pulled it out of my mouth and jerked him off. He came all over my hand.

I went back to my seat and sat there. We both cleaned up. I then pulled my panties up, which made my guy upset that there wasn't any access. I told him that there was. I just had my panties on.

I caressed my guy's perfectly uniform head. We kissed a bit more. He then started slapping my butt.

"Do you have your ruler?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's on the front seat," I replied.
"Good, let's use it."

More about my spanking in my next post.

Travel, ruler, soreness, video, and jetlag

My guy is in Stockholm this week. We have fond memories of spending a week together a few years ago.

On Tuesday, we chatted on Skype. He asked me how long it took for the soreness to go away after my hard spanking with a purple ruler. The soreness lasted nearly three days. He told me that he was pleased and would spank me again when he is back in town.

He called me while working out at the gym, which is a five-minute walk from his hotel. While he was walking back, he turned on Skype's video feature on his phone. It was great to see his sweet face, warm smile, and perfectly uniform head.

He surprised me by taking a video shot of his head from above. It was sweet of him. I miss caressing it.

He was less jetlagged yesterday. Here's hoping that he continues to adjust as the week progresses.

A hard spanking with a new, purple ruler

Last Friday afternoon was a fun spanking session. I drove my guy and me to a parking lot that we know is pretty quiet. I parked and we got into the backseat.

My guy looked incredibly good-looking. We kissed. He got to touch my tummy, which he loves to do. I got to caress his head and chest.

"I forgot to get my ruler," I replied.
"We need it. Do you have one in your car?" he asked me.
"Yes, I generally have one in my glove compartment."

I stood up and stretched over to the glove compartment. I went searching for it.

"I like this view," my guy said.
"I don't seem to see my wooden ruler," I replied.

My guy gave me several hand swats while I was bent over. Eventually, I found a ruler, but a different one.

A while back, I had bought a purple Poppin ruler. It is made out of thick acrylic. I got it on sale for $4.90, as stated on its little plastic pouch.

I handed the purple ruler to my guy. He spanked me with it over my tight jeans. It is an excellent spanking implement. It hurt. I was sore, wet, and horny.

"I love this ruler," my guy said, continuing to spank me.
"It hurts!" I replied.
"Good! I won't stop spanking you with this ruler until you admit that you're a bad girl," he replied.
"But, I'm good," I whine.
"You are bad, bad, bad," he told me, punctuating each word with a hard smack.
"No, I'm good, good, good!" I replied.
"No, you are a bad, bad girl," he repeated, giving me another three swats.
"Good, good, good!" I exclaimed.
"You are bad, good, bad," he said.
"Hey, you said that I'm good!" I noted.
"It was a slip!" he exclaimed.
"Nope, I'm good, good, good!"

So, my spanking ended earlier that my guy would have liked. However, it gave me a chance to rub my sore bottom and spend some time holding him in a wonderful, sweet kiss.

Sharing my wooden ruler story and being cute

On Friday, I told my guy about what had happened a week ago in my car. It pertains to my boss finding the wooden ruler that my guy uses to spank me.

As expected, he laughed. What were the odds of my boss saying "corporal punishment" when he saw the wooden ruler in the seat pocket in front of him?

My guy and I hadn't seen each other for a bit until we went out for lunch on Friday. He looked across from the table after we had finished eatin.

"How come you get cuter and cuter?" he asked me.
"You're sweet. Are you sure?" I asked him.
"I call it as I see it. My hard cock is also a good indicator."

I swear that he should write greetings for Hallmark cards.

Questions from my passengers about the ruler in my car's backseat pocket

It's interesting how I had predicted a situation taking place in a past blog post. It came true on Friday.

Sharky, a software development manager at work, had invited his team for lunch. I am a part of his team. The distribution list left off my two co-op students. I forwarded the invitation to them. They gladly accepted. After all, they are foodies like I am.

Sharky then extended the invitation to my manager and indicated that I would be there. I don't know why he had to make that point or whether I am reading too much into it. My manager accepted.

When it came time to depart, one of the co-op students asked me if I could drive us, as she had to fill up her van with gas. I agreed. My boss wanted to hitch a ride with me, as he does not want to drive. It annoys me sometimes. I wasn't liking the idea of a full car.

So, we all walked over to my car. Naturally, my boss wants to sit behind me and notices that I have grocery bags hanging behind my car seat. Yes, I have hooks there. I wasn't expecting so many passengers. So, I had to hear my boss do a play-by-play about my bags. I had to tune him out and drive off.

I got us to the restaurant and bar. Mind you, I had missed the turn because no one knew where this place was. I ended up doing a u-turn and then turning left in a lane that wasn't meant to be a turning one. I told the co-op students to forget that they saw me do an illegal turn. They didn't mind!

So, last week, my guy and I had quality time in the backseat of my car. He spanked me hard with a wooden ruler. He had placed it in the seat pocket behind my seat. I didn't know that until my boss had mentioned "corporal punishment" to the co-op sitting next to him.

"What?" I asked him. I didn't get the reference.
"We are wondering why there is a ruler back here?" asked the co-op.

Oddly, I didn't panic.

"I use it as an extension of my arm. Sometimes, things roll onto the passenger side of the floor from the passenger seat. When I am stopped at a light, I can't reach it with my arm, so I use the ruler to fetch it."

The explanation made sense to them. I also told them that I was doing some cleaning in the back. It also made perfect sense, as I had a roll of paper towel in the other seat pocket. We all know the real reason why it's there, of course. It's to clean up my guy's cum.

"Did you think that I use the ruler to smack your skull?" I asked my manager.
"The reverse," he responded.
"I don't think so. You'd have to walk back to the office if you did that."

So, although I could have been horribly mortified, everything turned out fine. I can't wait to tell my guy about this story. Perhaps I should make sure that my ruler is safely stowed in the glove compartment after our treehouse sessions!

A spanking, a handjob, and more in the treehouse

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Bank manager spanks employees in public for poor performance

I saw this post on Facebook. It's sad that a bank manager decided to publicly punish eight employees for not "exceeding expectations."

They aren't going to perform better if you beat them hard with a stick in front of their peers.

I enjoy being spanked by my guy with a wooden ruler or paddle. This scenario is completely different. I consent to being spanking by a good-looking, loving guy. I also want it.

These employees just stood on stage and got spanked. How horrible! They were probably too frightened to do anything because they would probably lose their jobs if they protested.

That manager should be fired. Then again, it is China, where things work differently under a Communist regime.

Finding the wooden ruler and loving Woolly

I was happy that Friday had arrived. It has been a good week. I have been training our new hires. On Friday, the three interns, my boss, a new writer, and I all went out for lunch.

On Thursday, I had to clean my car. I knew that I would be one of the drivers going to the restaurant.

Last weekend, my guy has spanked me with the wooden ruler that I typically keep in my car's glove compartment. After our treehouse time, I didn't know what he had done with the ruler.

I was panicking a bit inside. I went searching around the backseat. It turned out that my guy had slipped the ruler in the seat pocket in front of where he had been sitting.

I took the wooden ruler and placed it in the glove compartment. All was safe for my passengers to not question why I have a ruler in the first place.

My guy did send me a quick e-mail today. I was busy at work training the two new interns and writer. He wished me a nice weekend. I did the same in return.

We get to see each other on Monday. Next to my pillow is Woolly, the Irish sheep plush toy that my guy bought for me. I love it. It's a nice reminder of him.

Bad girl gets a spanking with a wooden ruler

My guy and I were cuddling in the treehouse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's always nice to have him home.

Ruler spanking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gifts and a spanking to come

After our nap, my guy and I exchanged gifts. My guy started with his to me.

He got me a woodwind instrument from South Africa. He also christened my car with a sticky pad for my cell phone. Finally, he got me Egyptian Turkish delight with walnuts. So good!

I got my guy a car accessory, too. I got him the FrostGuard. You place it on your windshield. Any frost or snow gets removed when you take the FrostGuard off. It's great!

We both loved our gifts. We kissed and sat on the corner edge of the king-sized bed.

My guy was putting on his new leather shoes. They looked good on him. I was hugging him around his waist. I then moved to hugging him across his chest.

"You know that I can't leave here with giving you a spanking," he said to me.
"You don't have to," I said, hugging him tighter and kicking my dangling legs around as if I were a little girl.
"Yes, I do," he insisted.
"Can't I continue having a sore-free butt a little longer? It has been a couple of months," I replied.
"I am afraid not. I have to find something in this room to use on your butt," he stated.
"I brought my wooden ruler," I said. "I don't have to give it to you."
"I can use my hand to spank you, so you might as well surrender the ruler to me."

I win either way.