Z is for zap

I have reached the finish line. I am at the final letter of this challenge. Woo hoo!

It has been a slice. Thanks to everyone for following along. I hope to do this challenge or a similar one sometime soon.

For years, I have been curious about electric paddles that emit a zap. Initially, I saw a similar paddle on eBay years ago, but it was geared toward zapping flies and bugs. Naturally, it was a hidden way for the seller to say that it was for some spanking and paddling fun.

I am still hesitant about having it used on me. How strong are these zaps? Part of me wants to go out and buy one. After all, it is less than $20. But, how safe are they, really?

I have read some of the reviews. One review scares me. It says that the paddle left "burns on my victims." The same person goes on to say that the paddle emits "a very brief, yet intense shock."

I am still mixed about it. Will I actually like being shocked for such a brief moment? Do I want burns on my backside? After all, the thought of having welts on my backside does not appeal to me, let alone burn marks.

If you have had experiences with using an electric zapping paddle, either administrating or being on the receiving end of one, please share!

Checking up my sadness and spanking aftermath

I have mentioned in the past that I tend to initiate writing e-mails to my guy, to see how he is and such. Lately, when my guy is concerned about me, he tends to send me e-mails.

Sure, we Skype, but we're not always online at the same time, unless it's during regular business hours. Yes, we both have cell phones, but our texts are short and we are often meeting somewhere and need to communicate quickly. Writing e-mails allows us to express a lot more.

On Thursday, both of us were working from home. He sent me an e-mail, asking if I was feeling better -- both emotionally and physically from the spanking that I had received the previous evening.

I wrote to him, saying that I wasn't sad like I was on Wednesday. My backside was sore, as expected. I liked how I had a constant reminder of the fine level of service that I got from him whenever I was seated.

I also hoped that he wasn't scared from my crying while receiving such a hard spanking from him. I told him that I was sad. Being scolded and spanked hard while being so sad caused me to cry. It was an emotional release and I felt much better after letting my sadness out.

My guy wrote back tonight. He told me not to worry about crying in front of him. He let me know that I am comfortable doing it and that I can tell him exactly how I feel. He admitted that he was worried about me on Wednesday, but he knew that I would get out of my blueness phase.

Last week, he said something to me that was significant in my eyes. My blog posts these days are a bit messed up (I have two older posts to complete, for instance). On Wednesday, he told me that I was the best girlfriend he could ever have.

To most folks, using girlfriend would sound like being in high school and perhaps even like we were naive young kids starting out in the world. My guy using this word to describe me is huge. He has never used it before, although it has always been understood since we've been together. I told him that. It meant and still means a lot to me.

Just when you think that you can't grow closer as a couple, you truly do.

Monday funnies and a sweater

Mondays can be interesting. It is difficult to get enthusiastic about them, especially when you have to go to work after a relaxing weekend. However, when something comical happens on a Monday, it certainly brightens up your day.

I got to work at my usual time and cut through the communal kitchen. I went to the water cooler to fill up my water bottle. I then headed towards the second door.

Well, I noticed that someone was opening that door. So, I just stood there. It was my boss. He looked at me and was startled. Yes, I had scared him.

He laughed. I would have laughed normally, but I wasn't sure how to react. He eventually cracked me up.

"Well, hi there, Cutiebootie!" he said, laughing, while also being a bit embarrassed.

That remark did it. I was laughing hard. We both were.

"I'm sorry for giving you a heart attack," I said and we parted ways.

My guy is in meetings all week. He came to see me at around 17:30. We talked. It was nice to see him.

I told my guy about startling our boss.

"Any man would love to bump into an attractive woman," he admitted. "I would love to bump into you. I want to bump into you more often."

My guy is genuinely sweet. I have been working on a set of marketing documents. As you can probably tell from my posts, I am not cut out to be writing marketing materials. I am too direct. I don't fluff. But, I have to complete this task for work.

"I am brain-dead," I said to my guy, as I was tired writing fluff.
"You are never brain-dead," he said. "You are always sharp as a tack."
"That's better than being tacky," I joked, which made him smile.

My guy looked at my beige sweater. Whenever I wear it, it makes him wonder whether it is new. I couldn't figure out why he liked it so much until we both headed home for the day.

Unfortunately, we didn't have the elevator to ourselves. We did get to the ground floor and talked for a bit.

"I really like your sweater," he said to me.
"Thanks," I replied.
"I love how it's cut on you. It's thin enough to see the shape of your bra underneath. Your sweater highlights your boobs nicely," he complimented.
"I see," I replied.
"I am getting hard now," he admitted.
"I wish that I could reach out and touch it, kind of like that Bell commercial from decades ago," I replied. "I could make a long-distance call."

We both chuckled. We wished each other a good evening. We kissed. It was a nice end to a Monday.