Playful smack

On Wednesday, I was talking to my friends, who are also business owners. They are husband and wife.

They are a wonderful couple and I'm so happy that we have forged a beautiful friendship. It was my first time seeing the husband smack the backside of his wife in a playful manner.

Man, the sound of that smack echoed throughout the room. It made me happy to see such affection. It was also arousing.

I haven't talked about spanking for a long time, mainly because I haven't been all that interested since I broke up with the ex. It's a weird side effect of a breakup. The interest is there. It's simply dormant.

Kyle Lowry delivers quite the post-game slap

The Toronto Raptors are in round one of the playoffs. The team is doing well so far.

After game 2, Kyle Lowry was so pumped that, while heading to the change room, he gave quite the butt slap to a lucky staff member.

Ah, how I'd love to be on that receiving end!

Restaurant date and a light lovetap

My guy called me on his way to the office.

"I'm on the highway. I should be there at 4 pm or 4:10 pm," he advised.
"Do you mean 4:20 pm or 4:30 pm?" I teased.
"Noooo," he replied.
"I'm at work right now," I advised.
"Really? Why so early?" he asked me.
"I've been running errands for over three hours. I needed to empty my bladder, so I'm at work," I explained.
"I see. Okay, I'll see you in a bit. Happy peeing!" he said.
"Thanks! Save driving," I replied.

Just after 4 pm, he called me again.

"Hey, I'm at the restaurant," he said.
"Cool. I'm about two minutes away. I'm nearly there," I replied.

I managed to park next to his car. We both got out. I had misplaced my wallet, but managed to find it in my computer bag.

"How are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm good. How about you?" I asked.
"Great," he replied.

He held the restaurant door open. I went through it and he lightly smacked my left buttock.

I gasped in a fake surprised expression, except that I was happy. He smiled. He likes when he makes me happy and horny.

Which spanking implement do you like the best?

When my guy and I cuddle, we tend to have the best conversations. We were cuddled up in bed when we had this one.

"So, which implement did you like using on me the best?" I asked him.
"I like the large wooden paddle," he replied.
"How come?" I asked him.
"It spanks both your buttocks simultaneously, which is optimal," he said.

He's so nerdy that it's sweet. He is all for optimization and exerting as little energy as possible.

Naturally, I teased him.

"You are never going into marketing. I love who you are, nonetheless" I told him.
"I'm glad. I love your cute butt," he admitted.

He mushy, too.

Fun smacks with the paddle

After having a fun time being spanked, followed by having wonderful sex, we cuddled. My guy had his legs bent. My legs ended up on top of his.

I love when he is playful.

"I'm a good girl, right?" I teased, as we were cuddled up together.
"Tell me that you're a bad girl," he insisted, taking the big wooden paddle and smacking my bare left buttock.
"No, I'm good!" I insisted.
"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said, continuing to smack my left buttock.
"Yes, for a limited time," I started to admit.
"For how long?" he asked me, giving me yet another smack with the paddle.
"Five years," I said.
"Okay," he replied, putting away the paddle.
"That's it?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes," he said, smiling at me.

We continued cuddling, as if nothing had happened. Well, something did, for my left buttock felt more sore than the other one.

Heavy lifting and a swat

To my friends across the border, I hope that you had a happy Thanksgiving. If you are taking Friday off to recuperate from a turkey coma or hangover, enjoy the longer weekend and recovery soon!

After my guy and I were ready to hit the airport, we had the task of moving his various pieces of luggage from his car to mine.

I decided to help out by taking the smallest item out of his car and rolling it over to mine. It was his computer bag.

He normally tells me to look cute and to not touch a thing. He is sweet in that he doesn't want me to injure my flaky back.

When he saw that I had moved his rolling computer bag, he said the following to me:

"That's one of the heavier items. Just stand there and I'll take it from here."

He walked past me and gave my right buttock a smack.

"Ow!" I said. "That didn't hurt as much as I thought."
"We can change that," he threatened while getting another piece of luggage into my car.
"It'll have to wait till you return," I replied.
"Yes. I'll make sure that your butt is a nice shade of pink when I am done," he remarked.

Naturally, I was horny all day.

Kisses, hugs, gropes, and smacks during a surprise visit

My guy likes to surprise me now and again.

"Hey," he said in a text message.
"Hey... you're lost?!" I asked him.
"Not yet," he replied with a smiley. "I'm in the office. I just got here."
"What brings you in?" I asked him, as it was 4:48 pm.
"I am trying to talk to a software developer. Did you want to drop by?" I asked him.
"Sure," I replied.

My guy gave me the room number that he was in. I walked over. I caressed his head. He groped my left buttock and ran his hand down the back of my left thigh.

I kissed his head and caressed his back. He played with my crotch.

I sat down and we talked. I teased him and he gave me a playful smack across the upper part of my left buttock, which I enjoyed.

He looked at my cleavage. I was wearing a pink scoop-neck t-shirt. He reached in and helped himself to fondling my breasts. I helped myself to caressing his hard cock in his new khakis.

My guy had to briefly step out to make a phone call. He came back and kissed my neck from behind while hugging me.

We obviously had missed each other. Considering how hectic this week has been at work, his appearance at the office made my week much better!

Depression and signs of love

A friend of mine told me the other day that his son has been suspended from his high school for a few weeks. It kind of took me by surprise.

His son has been experimenting with some sort of drug in pill form. He has been taking it for at least a couple of weeks with some friends. Apparently, while he was high, he slapped the butt of a female student, which caused his suspension from school.

You hear all these stories about pills that get you high and how potent they can get. Some simply die from taking a single pill. So, I am grateful that his son is alive. However, there must be an underlying reason why he experimented with his friends.

My friend advised that his son is depressed. His son is in grade 9. I always feel that the transition between grades 6 and 7, and grades 8 and 9 to be the most difficult. For me, it was the former. I was incredibly depressed in grade 7 that I didn't want to go to school. It didn't make sense considering how much of I love to learn. I needed someone to talk about it, but I felt like I was being dismissed.

My cry for help was missing a ton of school. I managed to get counselling, which helped me talk things through and out. It made me realize that, despite missing nearly a month of school, that I still had decent marks. I still passed everything. I even managed to get the third highest mark in shop class out of all things!

His son is obese. His parents and daughter are bright as can be. He doesn't fit that mould. So, he is getting help by talking things through. I can only hope that things getting better for my friend's son and his family.

I told my guy about that. My guy and I know that both depression and anxiety tend to run in the family. Support is key. My guy has been doing pretty well getting help and being on medication. Naturally, it's different from one person to the next.

"I miss you," I said to him after our chat.
"Likewise," he told me. "I miss smacking your butt for being you."
"That makes me happy," I said.

My guy is happy and doing fine these days. I can't ask for anything more.

I went to the local drug store later that evening to pick up some vitamins. I found the purple sheep stuffed toy that my guy had bought me. There was only one left. It seemed like a nice sign that my guy is always with me, no matter where I go.

It's nice that I can come home and have reminders around that I am loved, especially when he is abroad.

Being polite and slapping my butt

Although there are some capitalization and spelling issues, I found this image on Instagram:

Sounds like my guy. I love it all!

Fifty Shades Darker - over-the-shoulder smack

I am enjoying the various teasers coming from Fifty Shades Darker. I can't believe that the movie is out this week. Eek!

I like the thought of a good over-the-shoulder spanking. I don't think that it would work for me, as I am tall and I don't want my guy getting his shoulder dislocated.

My guy and I have talked about how much this position turns me on. We both have not-so-great backs to make it come true, but we love the visual.

In Fifty Shades of Grey, Christian picks Ana over his shoulder and gives her a smack on her backside. I loved it.

Today, I saw another teaser on Twitter where Ana reminisces about that particular moment. Christian says, "Like this?"

Yep, he does it again. It makes me happy.

Getting lost, and laughing in the car and in bed

This week has been crazy at work. Our team finally got our work done for a major software release.

It also helped that my guy has been at the office all week. We go out for lunch, which helps me stay sane while enjoying his company.

After lunch on Thursday, he drove us back to the office. We held hands, as usual.

"Did I tell you that I couldn't find my car in Dubai for an hour?" he asked me.
"Nope, you probably thought that I'd laugh," I replied.
"Well, it took me an hour to locate it," my directionally challenged guy admitted.
"How did you eventually find it?" I asked him.
"I walked around and around," he said, smiling.
"I liked when you told me about walking up the street from our hotel in Istanbul. You walked so much that you couldn't remember how to get back. You hailed a cab. I then laughed while we were cuddling in bed, you hiked up my panties and smacked my bottom a few times," I recalled.
"Yes, because you were a bad girl," he reasoned.

It was funny to me. I will risk getting a few smacks for the chuckle. It's who he is. He's my sweet guy.

M is for mooning

I have never mooned anyone in my life. Part of me wants to giving it a try simply because you only live once. Part of me doesn't want to get caught mooning strangers just because I want to have a good laugh.

My guy and I have never mooned each other. I did enjoy my guy shaking his attractive butt while he had too much to drink once. It was a reflex reaction on my part, but I ended up giving his backside a good smack. It was a good evening.

I suppose that I am not into mooning because there is still a reserved side of me. I'd rather have my guy pull down my panties and spank me. Of course, mooning may be fun because it would land me in trouble. The act isn't who I am. It's as plain as that.

If my guy does moon me, it'll be a wonderful sight to see.

Sharky, butt watches, diets, and circles

I have talked about a project manager at work who likes me. My guy has nicknamed him Sharky, because he often circles around the cubicle that I choose to sit at when I'm in the office.

Roughly four years ago, I decided out of a whim on a cruise to change my diet. I know that it sounds peculiar. You have all the food you can possible eat on a ship and you're on vacation. You decide to cut out carbs and sugar right then and there?

Yes, I did. It was pretty simple. There were sugar-free desserts. I went for low-carb items, rather than cutting carbs out completely.

Two weeks later, I was down ten pounds. I proceeded to lose a total of sixty pounds and have kept them off ever since. No pills. No weirdness. The challenge is a daily one, to maintain the weight.

My guy always marvels at the fact that I like baked goods, such as chocolate croissants, but I still manage to maintain my weight. It helps to have such goodies from time to time. It's okay to indulge. More importantly, I exercise, and eat fresh food as often as I can.

Anyway, when I was about halfway through my goal weight, I had a pair of jeans on that were loose. I knew that I needed to buy a belt.

I had to visit the women's washroom at work. I got up and went through two sets of doors. Sharky was behind me.

There was a glass door in front of me. I had to walk towards it and then make a left to get to the women's washroom. I could see from the reflection that Sharky was looking at me. In fact, he was looking at my butt. It was a nice, quiet compliment.

I told my guy about that a while back. He told me that any man would want to stare at my backside. He is just the lucky one who gets to grope, smack, and pinch it.

My guy's right. He doesn't have a jealous bone in his body, which is nice. He freely admits that any guy would want to have me, including Sharky. However, my guy knows that my heart is with him and the reverse is true, too.

Sharky isn't a shy guy. He does seem shy around me, though.

Last Friday, he was standing behind me when we were both ordering lunch from downstairs. He didn't say a word to me. I did when I turned around after he had placed his order.

My guy and I think that Sharky is being respectful, knowing that we are a couple. It's nice that he finds me attractive, but it's also a bit creepy when he does his circling routine or can find me anywhere in the office.

As for my guy, he likes to sweetly tell me that I am his. I am. And, he's my guy.

H is for hotel

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Sleeping in and getting a couple of hard smacks for napping

Last Friday was our last full day in Istanbul. My guy had finished his training session early, so he had the entire day free for us to spend exploring the city. Naturally, we both wanted to sleep in.

Well, my sleeping in ended up being at around 09:00. My guy kept at it. He woke up briefly at around 10:00.

"Is having breakfast really worth it?" he asked me in a sleepy voice, hugging his pillow tightly.
"Are you being philosophical?"
"Is it really worth it to go out to the bazaar?" he asked.
"If you want to sleep away the day, I am okay with that."
"No, I should take you to the bazaar. I love to sleep, though."
"I know. What did you do last weekend when you slept in and housekeeping wanted in?"
"I was too tired to answer the knock on the door. Housekeeping came into the room, saw me in bed, and left."

He's both sweet and funny that way.

Eventually, he did get up and got on with his day. However, it took him a while because he tends to be sluggish under such conditions.

Since we had missed breakfast in the lounge, my guy opted to fetch us some sandwiches across the street. He left his phone in the room. I decided to help him charge it. It only had about 10% of its battery life.

We ate our sandwiches in the room. He proceeded to answer some work e-mails. I was so full from the sandwiches that I ended up lying on my side on the bed.

"Oh, no," he said, placing his hand on my right buttock.
"Are you going to spank me?" I asked him.
"We need to go to the bazaar," he stated.
"Well, I was ready, but you ended up doing other things, so I took a nap," I replied.

He gave me a hard smack across my right buttock. He obviously did not like my remark.

"How come you always give me a lopsided smack like that? What about my left buttock?"
"Are you sure that you know what your asking for?"
"Yes," I said.

Naturally, he complied with my request and I got the same hard smack across my left buttock. My bottom smarted a bit, thanks to the leather paddle spanking that I had received less than twelve hours ago.

We headed out the door. I was a bit sore and horny. And, I had the entire day with my guy. I was one happy girl.