My spanking at work

I parked in front of our office at around 22:15. My guy and I badged into the building, and then took the elevator to our floor.

We entered our little meeting room. We both took off our coats. My guy was sitting down, in front of the mini table in the room.

"It's time for your spanking," he stated, pointing at the table's white surface.
"You mean I sit here?" I asked, sitting where he had just pointed.
"No, the other way," he said, gesturing in a circle to reverse myself.

I bent over the table. Surprisingly, it is the perfect height and size for a spanking.

I was wearing blue jeans that were hugging my legs and were form-fitting.

"It's too bad that we don't have a paddle," he said.

With that statement, he started spanking me with his hand. My entire spanking was over my tight jeans. My guy smacked each buttock hard.

"It hurts," I whined playfully.
"Good, you've been a bad girl," he commented, continuing to spank me.

It was a nice, long spanking. He must have given me close to a hundred smacks.

At one stage, he was caressing my calves, thighs, and butt, and then gave me a few hard smacks.

"You are such a tease, Mr. Meanie!" I exclaimed.
"I can't help it. I love your legs and your cute butt," he admitted.

Finally, he made me reach orgasm, which felt so good. I was limp and rested for a bit. He gave me a few light smacks across my butt before I got up and hugged him.

We cuddled for a while. It was the perfect evening considering that we were at work.

V is for valuing my short skirt #AtoZchallenge

I tend to sleep in on Saturdays. My guy was sweet to call me a bit later than usual on Saturday.

"Hey," I said on the phone, with a green drink in my hand.
"Hey, did I wake you up?" he asked cautiously.
"Do I sound sleepy?" I asked him.
"I didn't want to call early, so I waited," he remarked.
"You're sweet. I have been up since 10:20," I advised, which meant that I had been up for over an hour.

We chatted. I had just finished blending my green drink in my mixer and was busy pouring the extra in a bottle. He liked that I was enthusiastic about my new blending kick.

"Can you wear your skirt for me?" he asked me.
"I can. The earlier that we meet, the shorter it will be," I teased.

My guy loves seeing my legs in a skirt. The weather called for a temperature of 15°C, so it was definitely warm enough to wear one.

That afternoon, he was thrilled to see me in my short skirt. At the end of our time together on Saturday, he admired how short it was, and caressed both my thighs.

We were both in the backseat of his car. He deliberately watched me exit his car. He whistled at me. He liked what he saw.

It's amazing how happy he is when I wear a short skirt.