A quick change for lunch... pho sure!

On Friday, I went out with my small team for lunch. We had originally thought about going to Dairy Queen.

When we approached the restaurant, I looked at a sign that indicated that there was pho. All three off us were curious. We decided to try that restaurant out instead. Both restaurants are in the same plaza.

You know what? The pho was amazing. It was all about the broth. So good!

I like how we can easily change our plans and no one is stressed out. It's nice.

Spontaneous spanking for allegedly being a bad girl

This past Tuesday, my guy and I went out for lunch. We went to our usual restaurant. It was pretty busy.

We normally get a booth, but we got a table with two wooden chairs instead. We both sat down.

"My butt doesn't hurt," I remarked.
"We can change that," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"You are never a good girl. I need to punish you," he stated.
"When you look up good girl in the dictionary, my face is next to the definition," I teased.
"I don't think so. Your sore red bottom is the photo next to bad girl in that dictionary," he teased.

We had a good time catching up on our day and laughing. I ordered the spicy garlic chicken and he ordered the chilli beef. After we had finished eating, my guy paid and we headed to his car.

My guy made a surprising move and turned right.

"This way isn't to the office," I remarked.
"I know," he said, pulling into a parking lot where we had some treehouse fun the other day.

My guy parked his car.

"I want your butt in the backseat now. I have to punish you," he said.
"You don't have to," I said, playing a frightened little girl.

It has been ages since we went into the backseat of my guy's car. He has a two-door sedan, which can be a challenge climbing in and out of it. We were good doing it, though.

We looked at each other.

"We don't have much time, so I suggest that you go across my knee now," he stated firmly.
"Okay," I said, acting intimidated.

He spanked me with his hand across my dark blue pants. It hurt and I loved every moment. He scolded me for being a bad girl, with each smack seemingly landing harder across my bottom than the previous one. I tried to protect my butt with my hand, but he held it tight, away from my bottom as he continued to spank me. He then skillfully made me reach orgasm, which was a nice release for the afternoon.

I rested across his lap for a bit. He continued to lovingly smack my butt. I asked him whether he was going to stop. He continued. I finally made him stop by getting up and kissing him. We had a decent, passionate kissing session. One of my hands was brushing against my guy's hard cock, which he liked. We both enjoyed making out.

We had to get back to the office, so making my guy happy had to wait for a bit. We got back into the front of my guy's car and my guy drove us to the office.

"I'm still a good girl, right?" I asked him.
"Of course, not," he replied. "You haven't sucked me in ages."

He had a point. It's fun being his bad girl.

Warming up a bottom on a cold day

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Spontaneous spankings

I find it both refreshing and exciting to either give or receive a spanking spontaneously. No planning. No reason is necessary, other than it being the right time to do so. I'll share a couple of examples.

A few months after G and I were married, I woke up one morning and loafed around in bed as G was getting ready for work. I was lying on my side, reading in bed. G came over and flipped me over to my stomach.

"What are you doing?" I asked. It was a rhetorical question.

Over my pajama shorts, he spanked my bottom a number of times with his bare hand. He then reached over and grabbed the wooden hairbrush on the dresser. He gave my bottom several smacks with the instrument before he hugged and kissed me. I had a sore bottom and he had a huge grin on his face as he walked out the door to get to work.

My second example? Here goes...

A few years later, G decided to make some dinner that was cooking in the oven. He said it would take another half an hour before we'd eat. I was good with that and went back into the den to continue some writing I was doing on the computer.

Roughly half an hour later, I walked into the living room. G was there to greet me. He said that dinner would take longer than first though. He confessed that he had forgotten to turn on the stove.

Without thinking this through, I pulled down his underwear, bent him slightly forward, and gave him a good spanking. I then left him to stand up on his own and pull his underwear back up. He enjoyed it. So did I, as he went back into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Spontaneous spankings rule.