Teasing my guy and wanting a hard spanking

My guy is funny. I like teasing him about driving his car. He is adamant that he is the only person who can drive his car.

He has caved in the past. I managed to drive his car from work to our favourite Chinese restaurant.

Whenever he goes on a business trip, I ask him for his car keys. Sometimes, I playfully try and get his keys from him. He ends up spanking me, which I love.

We had this exchange the other day.

"No, I will not leave my car keys with you," he said, cheerfully.
"I look forward to driving your car," I said, playfully.
"You are such a bad girl," he said to me.
"I hope that you'll do something about it," I said.
"Of course. I like spanking you hard," he replied.

I like when he threatens to spank me.

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.

Spying and spanking

My guy and I have fun conversations.

"I saw you on the conference call this morning," he said to me.
"How come you didn't message me and say hi? Were you spying on me?" I teased.
"No, I would never spy on you. You need a good spanking for calling me a spy," he reasoned.

It's fun being good at being his bad girl.

Teasing my guy to let me drive his car and getting a spanking threat

I like teasing my guy to let me drive his baby, which happens to be his car that has a manual transmission. He simply refuses to let me drive it. I am persistent, though.

On Monday, we went out for lunch. We walked over to his car. He was waiting for me to walk over to the passenger side of his car. Instead, I extended my hand out for the keys on the driver's side.

"I can drive," I said, waiting for his keys to land in the palm of my hand.
"Nice try," he said to me, smiling.
"You're so mean!"

On Tuesday, we went into a Tim Horton's store. He got a coffee and a pecan danish. He bought me a small raspberry frozen lemonade. We held hands. He was holding his car keys, too.

"I should take your keys and drive your car now," I said, playfully tugging at them.
"No, you will not. They are my keys! Take them and I will have to punish you hard."

We should go to Timmy's more often.

Lunch date before my guy's flight

Over a couple of weeks ago, I had my first discussion with my boss about how I tend to be the reliable one on the team. When someone is in a jam, I am the one who ends up bailing that person out.

However, when I asked the team whether they could share a task that I have been doing for over five years, I got nothing. Figures.

This whole conversation, along with taking on more tasks because we are short-staffed, made me feel depressed. I told my guy that. He didn't like seeing me sad.

He was his typical sweet self. He wanted to cheer me up by taking me out for lunch before his flight to Seattle. I said yes without hesitation. We would be dining at our old hangout -- the Chinese restaurant by our old office building.

My guy and I both got there early and at roughly the same time. He looked good in his blue wool sweater. He was once again proving that he was my woolly mammoth.

Staff there are always nice and welcoming. I had finally written a review on Yelp after eating there for four years. The server thanked me for such a nice review. It was the least I could do. I also love eating there, as does my guy.

My guy and I both went with spicy dishes. He went with spicy beef. I went with spicy chicken. The food was consistent and yummy. We had a nice time chatting. It was nice being back that our favourite Chinese restaurant.

I asked my guy whether he needed a lift to the airport. He asked if I was okay with it. I was. He was happy to kiss this cab driver.

Naturally, my guy wanted me to lead us from the restaurant to our office. He is directionally challenged. He also admitted that he "likes following me," but not in a stalker way.

We got to the office and loaded my car up with his training materials and suitcase. We then held hands, laughed, and chatted as I drove him to the airport.

Once parked at the terminal area, I attempted to unload his lighter belongings from my car. He looked at me with his just-stand-there-and-look-cute-or-I-will-spank-you-hear look. He is protective of me and does not want me to do something crazy with my back. Instead, I watched him put all his stuff on a cart.

We hugged and kissed. He whispered that he'd call me soon. We then waved and I saw him walk into the terminal.

Lunch, phone unlocking, and a threat to my backside

Last Tuesday was a bit unpredictable as far as my guy's availability for lunch. A mutual colleague of ours, who lives in Saudi Arabia these days, flew back to Toronto attend my guy's course. My guy said that this colleague had made mention of doing lunch with my guy on Tuesday. So, our date lunch may not happen.

Well, my guy pinged me first thing in the morning. He told me that this colleague didn't show up for his course. My guy asked whether I was still free to have lunch with him. Although I had packed my lunch, I was good with deferring my goodies for dinner and having lunch with my guy. He was relieved.

We went out for lunch at 12:30 pm. My manager had scheduled a last-minute meeting with me and another manager from noon till 12: 30 pm. I advised my manager that I had to do a hard stop at 12:30 pm, for my guy's lunch slot isn't too flexible. My manager tends to talk a lot. Sure enough, it happened and the meeting dragged on. I got up from the meeting, excused myself, and left. I also let my guy know that I was running a few minutes later.

My guy and I met downstairs and headed to his car. We drove to our favourite Chinese restaurant. He ordered my dish from the day before, which was spicy garlic chicken. I went with the chilli chicken. Yep, we are still in chicken mode.

My guy turned a bit serious for a brief moment during our conversation.

"I have a favour to ask of you," he said seriously.
"Oh, no. Is this work-related?" I asked, knowing that it wasn't.
"No. Your cell phone plan is with Telus, right?" he asked me.
"Are you going to tell me your old puns again about cell phone providers?. Telus about your day. Rogers, that, buddy! That rings a Bell," I teased my guy, while giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Wow, now I don't know what I was going to ask you after that rant," he smiled.
"Maybe that's a good thing," I replied.
"I need to unlock my phone and need a different SIM card. You have a nano SIM, too, correct?" he asked me.
"Yes," I replied. "I can help you after work."
"Thank you. That would be great."

My guy and I are pretty consistent when it comes to unlocking phones as of late. I have done it with two of my phones. He has done it with the last two phones that he has owned.

After work, I dropped by a meeting room on the second floor where my guy was teaching his course for the week. My guy was bent over to reach for something. I was admiring the view from afar. I enjoyed it.

My guy and I sat together to unlock his phone. We exchanged SIM cards, with my guy carefully inserting my nano SIM into his phone. He wanted me to record the procedure, in case something went wrong. It was my first time recording video on my phone, which turned out well. He successfully unlocked his phone. We also tried the data. We had to change a setting and it worked like a charm.

We packed up. I teased my guy over something.

"You're such a bad girl," he hinted.
"I'm not. I am a good girl, as always," I replied.
"No, you are never a good girl. If I had a wooden ruler, I would show you how bad you are."

It's nice when he threatens me that way. It's quite the turn-on.

T is for talk and tease

I am a fairly chatty person. I am not sure how that came about.

Ever since I can remember, I was often dubbed as being shy. I disliked this label, because I like being with people. People don't frighten me. I simply happen to be a quiet person by nature.

Being quiet does have its perks. I tend to be a better listener than those who enjoy talking all the time.

My role has changed this year at work. Instead of actually doing the grunt work of writing information from scratch, I am reviewing those pieces that other writers produce on the team. It is a lot of work, but I do enjoy it.

The role that I have also involves talking to each writer briefly when I am in the office. There is one writer who is an only child. I am, too. Yet, we are so different.

She is both shy and quiet. I have to ask probing questions and pry information from her. As for me, I am more of a free communicator. I share information and what I am doing. People don't have to guess what I am thinking or working on.

My guy is equally as chatty as I am. He has told me a number of times that I am a great conversationalist and that everything I talk about is interesting to him. I have never seen his eyes glaze over when I talk about a topic, so he isn't buttering me up!

It's one of many reason why we are compatible. We can talk for hours and never get bored of each other.

We both like to tease each other. When he was trying to cheer me up the other week, I teased him that he could record each positive phrase one some recorder and just press a button to play back an encouraging phrase.

"You can tell me that everything will work out fine, record that sentence, and save it as button 1. You can then press it when you think that I need cheering up," I teased.
"Do you think that I don't mean it?" he asked, knowing that I was pulling his leg.
"I know that you like to optimize your time. So, you could record a speech on how things will always improve over time, press the button, walk away, and fix yourself lunch," I joked.
"Oh, really?" he asked, with a tone to his voice that hinted that he was smiling.
"Sure. You just play it and I listen to it. I continue to feel better as I listen to what you have to say. You then walk over to the couch and take a nap. You wake up from your nap and your recording is still going," I giggled.
"I can't wait to see you soon. You are so going to get it."

It's fun teasing him. Of course, there's a price for doing it. I will have a sore backside the next time we're together. I don't mind it one bit.

Picking up my guy and hearing a threat against my bottom - part 1

Sunday had arrived. My guy was teaching a course for a full six hours, in the heart of downtown Toronto.

Let's just say that the location is a madhouse. There is construction going on in the area. The neighbourhood is busy all the time. It took me ten minutes to drive four blocks.

Then, you have impatient people honking at one another. It isn't exactly stress-free driving.

My guy called me at 17:50. I told him where I was. I didn't realize that his car was near mine, with a dumpster was blocking my sight of his car.

He came out of the building a bit later than expected. He got into my car. We both had the same thought -- that it would be best to keep his car parked and I would drive us to the restaurant to eat.

"Have you done some research on where we should go and eat?" he asked me, knowing that I tend to come prepared.
"Are you in slave-driving mode again?" which made him smile. "I'm heading towards King Street, which is where all the eateries are."
"Sounds good," he replied.

We ended up talking about something else and another discussion happened.

"I am supposedly known as Cheap Bastard," he replied.
"What do you mean you are supposedly?" I teased. "You are Cheap Bastard."
"Really?" he said, with a mild threatening tone in his voice. "We'll see about that when I punish you for that comment."
"My bottom is safe right now. I didn't do anything. I am just driving us to a nice restaurant."
"Well, when we are together for a week in Turkey, you bottom won't be safe when I am done with you."

We held hands as I continued to drive us to our destination. It's always great when he is happy. I am happy, too.

Monday turned out better than anticipated, especially with a punishment warning

I dreaded this past Monday. I felt that this day was going to be long and depressing. My guy had told me late last week that we couldn't do lunch. He had a teleconference to attend with his manager and his manager's manager. I was a bit bummed out, but I understood.

It was 13:30 and a colleague asked whether I was getting any lunch from across the street. I had brought leftover stir-fried noodles and had eaten them about an hour earlier. I thought that getting a root beer would be good, so I agreed to accompany her. She had brought her lunch, but she wanted to sit outside on the picnic table.

Anyway, I was standing in my cubicle with my wallet in my hand. I saw my guy walking toward me, which made me smile. He had his laptop and said that his meeting was shorter than he had anticipated. He wanted to know whether I would like to grab a quick bite from across the street.

I felt bad about politely declining to go with my colleague. She understood, especially after I had explained why. She was cool about it, which meant a lot.

My guy walked with me downstairs. I realized that he needed my help with work.

"I need you to help me configure this software," he said.
"Ah, that explains why you have your laptop with you. Now, I have to talk about work during my break from work."
"Oh, you are going to remind me about it for a while, aren't you? By the way,..." he said, smiling.
"See, you didn't even warn me by saying that lead-in," I said, smiling back at him.

My guy bought a roast beef sandwich. My guy was kind to pay for my diet Dr Pepper and a huge slice of marble cake.

We found a table. I wanted to sit across from him, like I normally do.

"No, you need to sit next to me," he said, glancing at the seat where I should be sitting.
"But, I don't want to," I said, standing next to him.
"If you don't, I will have to punish you," he said in my left ear.
"I don't want to do work at lunch," I said, playing the role of a little girl.
"You know what happens to girls like you," he said, as we both sat down.
"No, I don't."
"I will have to spank you."

It was the best pick-me-up moment for both of us. Anyway, I did manage to help him out. He was happy, as was I.

It was nice spending twenty minutes with him at lunchtime. It felt like we were high school sweethearts.

My guy wanted to spend some time with me after work. I was happy, as was he.

C is for Cheap Bastard

I love Cookie Monster. I love how he devours cookies. He has beautiful, round eyes. He's blue. And, he always refers to himself as me.

I digress. Today's challenge isn't about my favourite Sesame Street character. It's something different. Today, C stands for Cheap Bastard. Why all this capitalization? I affectionately call my guy this nickname.

What? That doesn't sound endearing, you say to yourself. We laugh about it all the time. It is to the point where he now refers to himself in the third person.

It happened several months ago when my guy and I were talking on Skype. My guy was in San Francisco on business.

We tend to tease each other to no end. We both like to shop. My guy does a lot of research when it comes to getting deals on various items. When he finally buys an item at a terrific price, it is almost as if he is on some purchasing high. He is one happy guy for days.

Often, folks misinterpret my guy as being cheap when they hear about all the effort and analysis that he goes through to get such deals. I don't believe that he is cheap at all. He is frugal, but he does shop a lot. He likes refreshing his wardrobe. He buys a decent pair of glasses every two years. He showers me with gifts, even though he knows that he doesn't have to. He simply wants to.

Well, you can read up on the entire story, but my guy has often given me various goodies that he has brought from his hotel stays while on business. I get nice lip balms and hand creams, and I use them!

For some reason, he always feels that I don't appreciate these gifts -- that he is simply getting rid of his junk so that his computer bag will be lighter. Well, I called him a cheap bastard that day to see what he would say. As expected, he playfully threatened to spank me upon his return home.

Since then, we use Cheap Bastard often. When we are role-playing, I will use that term while over his knee. He will pull down my panties and spank me hard, asking me to take it back. I refuse, and will try and squirm, often using a free hand to cover my bottom, but he ends up moving my hand behind my back, restraining it, and spanking me some more until he feels that my punishment is sufficient. It's nice.

The other day, I told him that I had purchased a used exercise glider through Kijiji. He was so proud of me. He told me that I was following in his footsteps by getting a practically new glider "the Cheap Bastard way."

My guy is still in Croatia. He flies back home on Wednesday. I can't wait to see and be with him again.

We talked on Skype yesterday. We were chatting about cell phone screen protectors. My guy refuses to get a $25 screen protector for his cell phone. He flat out told me, "I would never get such an expensive screen protector. After all, I am Cheap Bastard."

It's sweet that he likes his nickname. We laugh all the time when we use it, whether I am paying for it in a spanking or when we're just chatting. Perhaps I should make him a cape with CB on it.

Downstairs... or downstairs?

This past Monday was a day that I didn't dread. My guy was in the office. I was, too. We both like Mondays when we are both at the office. My guy confided in me at lunch time that he was thrilled to see my car in the parking lot when he got to the office by 09:20.

At 12:30, I got a predictable call from my guy. He had a cheerful tone to his voice. We both sounded cheerful, likely because we were both happy to hear each other on the phone.

My guy said that he would be waiting for me in his car. He is such a gentleman. He insists on driving me to and from places.

I got in his car and noticed how quiet his car was, as opposed to the last time that I was a passenger in it. He told me that his mechanic had adjusted a few belts.

I reached for my guy's hand. I missed touching him and missed his touch. He looked content holding my hand.

My guy had to stop at the bank to withdraw some money. I asked whether I could drive his car. He shook his head to indicate that I should be a good girl.

Several months ago, I endearingly called him Cheap Bastard. My guy is frugal. It was funny that he referred to himself as that -- yep, in third person.

I had finally remembered to bring his gift with me. I had visited Atlantic City for a few days weeks ago and ended up at an outlet mall. My guy has a nice selection of brown shirts, thanks to my stumbling on a store that has nice shirt and carries brown ones. Well, I went back to this store and found a brown-and-white-striped shirt. It was different. I had to get it for him.

We were parked in the lot. My guy asked if he could have his present. He had asked me what I had got him earlier. I said that I had got him stuff. He proceeded to ask me how many gifts I had for him. Well, it was just one item, but two items if you count the paper bag.

My guy playfully grabbed my left nipple and played with it. I liked that. It has been a while. I gave him his present. He loved his new shirt. He observed the buttons on the collar, the left pocket, the regular fit, and how different the stripes were. He loved it all. I was so pleased at how happy he was with his new shirt.

We got the restaurant and ordered food. We talked and laughed. It seemed like little time had passed between us. I ordered my usual chicken chow mein dish. He went for the teriyaki chicken dish that he loves so much.

After we were done eating, my guy asked me if I wanted to go downstairs with him. Downstairs at this restaurant is where the restrooms are. It is also where we have enjoyed tucking ourselves in a small corridor to make out and more in the past. I knew that he was in a better mood these days. I said that it was good.

We both went downstairs. We kissed. It has been ages since we kissed that passionately. I got to caress his head and wrap my arms around him. He hugged me, groped my buttocks, and then played with my crotch. I had missed his touch.

"I wish that I could spank you properly," he whispered in my ear.

Just that statement alone got me aroused instantly. He played with me until I came. I felt dopey. I hugged and thanked him.

"Can you carry me upstairs now?" I asked, in a little girl's voice. 

He adjusted my pants and make sure that I was okay. We then went upstairs together.

My guy paid for lunch. I thanked him, as usual. He doesn't mind treating me to lunch. He always tells me that he enjoys my company.

We got in his car and headed back to the office. I couldn't help but to caress his head while stopped at a stop light.

"I need a replica of your perfectly shaped head, so that I can caress it while you are away," I said.
"We can have that done," he stated confidently.
"We need one that talks like you. Maybe I can program your replica to get me a hot dog, because the real you won't get me one."

My guy slapped the side of my left thigh a few times and told me that I was a bad girl. He hasn't done that to me for a while. I liked that a lot. So did he.

It was a perfect day.

Lunch, gifts, and e-mails

My guy's birthday was last Thursday. It wasn't the birthday that I had planned to spend with him, in light of his recurring bout with depression.

I didn't think it was suitable to hint giving him a birthday spanking or for me to receive his birthday spanking. He has no interest in physical, fun activity these days. I touch his thigh, caress his head, hug him, and hold his hand. He likes all that still. However, he doesn't initiate such contact, which is a part of having depression. You have a loss for interests that you once had.

I insisted that we go out for lunch on Wednesday and Thursday. I feel that it's important to have him out doing something and to engage in a decent conversation over food with someone, which just happened to be me.

I have a pretty good memory when it comes to dates. He is never surprised when I remember his birthday. I don't have it written down anywhere. He doesn't post his birthdate on Facebook or other social media sites. I simply remember the date.

We walked into the restaurant together, with my bringing his gifts in a blue bag. We sat down at a table. He had to visit the men's room. Of course, one of the servers knows us so well at the restaurant. We are regulars. She asked whether I was getting another gift from him. She remembered that he got me castanets the previous day. I told her that today was his turn to receive gifts. She figured out that it was his birthday.

My guy returned to the table. I presented him with his goodies, which was his Valentine's Day and birthday gifts. My guy has been travelling often that I never got around to giving the former gift to him until last week.

I gave him truffles and a travel router for Valentine's Day. This router is amazing, for it acts like a hotspot when you are in a European hotel, for example, and only get an Internet connection for a single device. You can connect a number of devices to your router and you're one happy, connected person. I used mine in Frankfurt recently, which worked wonders. It also doubles as a battery, so you can charge your cell phone or tablet with it.

For his birthday, I got him a Clarisonic Mia 2. I have owned a Mia for a few years now and love it! My guy first saw me using it when we were in St. Louis together. He didn't freak out when he saw cleanser all over my face while using the brush. I looked like a ghost with a round face. He said that I looked cute. He has been intrigued by this device for a while. I decided to get him it.

He immediately perked up at the gifts. He actually took the cleansing brush out of the box to take a look at all the components. He was so happy.

I can tell that his mood is improving a bit. He wrote to me on Friday, saying thanks for the gifts. He said that he loves them on the phone when I spoke to him on Sunday. He wrote to me today to say that he brought it on his business trip to Brussels and loves it.

It's amazing what communication and thoughtfulness can do for a depressed person. He is not out of the woods, but he is making decent progress. The fact that he wants to write me e-mails is encouraging.

On the phone yesterday, I started to tease him. He sounded like his normal self by threatening to make me stop teasing him for being cell phone-challenged. It was nice. It's a great sign.

Banter for a purple butt

Quick love texts, e-mails, or messages are nice to receive and exchange. Like with any couple, ours can be sweet, quirky, funny, and playful.

A couple of weeks ago, I drove my guy to the airport. When he had arrived in Auckland, he wrote this quick e-mail:

Hey there sleepyhead (I'm assuming)
Thanks a bunch for the nice cab service yesterday. That was the first time I felt the urge to kiss the cab driver ;)

Part of my reply was as follows:

I was happy to take an attractive guy to the airport yesterday. It made my day.

Kisses,
Cab girl, who misses her favourite customer 

My guy is bright as can be. We both work in the Information Technology (IT) sector. He has told me that he is technology-challenged. It's difficult to believe, as he as been in IT for years. However, I see hints of that when he tries doing various tasks on his cell phone. Last week, he wrote this work-related e-mail:

Hey there sweet lips,

It was very nice to see you yesterday (as always).

I need a favour from you. Could you please save me countless hours of sifting through past e-mails and tell me which e-mail is the one that explains how to log on to our new intranet site with our little fob "thingy"?

Your reward will be a purple butt :)

Some e-mails are wonderful to get, especially those that instantly arouse me.

I like being a playful, insolent little girl. The end of my reply was the following:

The purple butt is just all talk. We'll see if you deliver. =)

We'll find out this week if my backside matches my favourite colour.

Late night chat with spanking undertones

I was awake on Sunday morning at around 01:00. Coincidentally, I was online looking at potential spanking implements that I wanted to purchase (more about that in another post).

My guy was in San Francisco for one final night before returning home the following day. I had urged him to do some sightseeing and recommended visiting Fisherman's Wharf. He logged on to Skype at 01:15 my time.

"Hey, night owl girl," he wrote.
"Hoo hoo!" I exclaimed.
"Wanna chat?"
"Sure!"

We chatted for nearly two hours. It felt so good chatting about everything under the sun, even though we didn't exactly see any sunshine during our conversation.

At one point, I was on a roll, teasing him about various things. My guy was contemplating getting another rolling computer bag. I told him to get it and he did, for he was complaining about how small his current one was. When he changes bags, he often gives me goodies that he carries around in his old one that he no longer wants. I don't mind getting freebies, but my guy likes to spin things by saying that I think that he likes offloading junk to me.

"You always say that I am offloading junk to you," he stated, playing the part of being an annoyed guy.
"That's not true. I like freebies from you. You're just a cheap bastard," I replied.
"Oh, really?" he asked rhetorically. "You know that you are pissing me off."
"No, I would never want to do that to you," I said playfully.
"I know how to deal with girls like you who get me all worked up. You know the saying about the proof being in the pudding?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Well, the pudding is really how sore and purple your butt will be after I am done with it," he stated firmly.
"I like purple. It's my favourite colour," I stated factually.
"We'll see when I am done with you," he said with a menacing, playful tone to his voice.
"You're just all talk and no action. You're far away, so I'm safe."

We actually had this conversation twice during these two hours. I enjoy when he wants to give me a spanking. I instantly get excited. It helps that I get the added bonus of being spanked by an attractive guy who loves me.

Excited all day over an opening salutation

I realize that my posts are not in sequential order as of late. I will link the new ones with my older posts once I actually compose the new ones!

My guy wrote to me on Sunday morning. We tend to give each other nicknames in our opening salutation. These nicknames don't normally stick. It's just our way of showing affection to each other.

Well, I wasn't expecting him to start off by writing, "Hey, longing for punishment girl," but he did. Ever since I read that line, I have been wet and happy.

Needless to say, it is a huge turn-on for me. The anticipation of knowing that I will be over his knee for a sound spanking on Monday makes me horny. He knows which buttons to push. I have not been this excited with a spanking warning for quite some time.

On Friday, he called me sweetness, which is one of his usual nicknames for me.

"I love when you call me sweetness," I said. He proceeded to kiss me on my lips.
"See, sweetness," he said with a huge grin on his face.
"Is that your experiment to prove your hypothesis?" I asked him.
"Yes. I kissed you, and your kiss was sweet. Therefore, you are sweetness."

He's funny and cute.

Friday: the beginning and end

I am behind (no pun intended) in my blog posts this week. I do have the urge to write a few things down at this hour.

Before I left for lunch, I asked my guy online if it was okay for me to crash his meeting this afternoon. He said that there was a spot for me in the training room.

Well, I got to the room and it was practically a full house. My guy introduced me as the writer, joking that any complaints about our documentation should go to me.

You can tell that my guy and I have chemistry, as we feed off each other when it comes to humour. I indicated that didn't like the sounds of that statement and threatened to leave the room. Everyone laughed at our banter.

It was a fun, informative session. We basically were like a comedic team. I even got to shake the hands of several new employees there.

We both had a meeting at 16:30. We left the training room and headed to the elevators. We had an entire elevator to ourselves.

It has been ages since we have been in this scenario. We kissed passionately. I enjoyed caressing my guy's head in my hand. My guy was caressing my right breast.

We got to our meeting. We sat facing each other. At one point, my guy sneaked in a wink, which was cute. He did motion as I was about to leave work that he wanted treehouse time. I was game. He winked at me again.

A future post will talk about our treehouse experience. At the end of our time together, we had this conversation while my guy was groping my left buttock.

"I need to punish you more," he said. "We have been so focused on other things that I have not been punishing you as often as I should."
"That's because I have been good," I said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Noooo!" he objected. "You are always bad."
"That's not true," I said in a girlie tone.
"Next week, I will spank you hard. But, you'll be wearing pants and not a skirt like today."
"But, I want to wear a skirt. We're in a heatwave and you have easier access to my backside. That's what you have taught me," I reasoned with him.
"When I see your legs, I get horny," he admitted.
"There's nothing wrong with that," I teased. "You can spank me for disobeying your clothing request."

He liked that. I politely asked him to stop talking about spanking me. I admitted to him that I was getting turned on, but was perfectly content after having our quality time. Our next meeting is on Monday. 

A sick, sweet message

My guy tends to get sick after returning from India these days. Perhaps it's the stale air being circulated on the plane, which had cold germs that he managed to catch. Last week, he basically went to work for two days and stayed home sick for three.

We seem to grow closer when we are apart. It sounds illogical and ridiculous. Maybe we're just growing closer as the days go by. While he was recovering, we continued to send e-mails to each other.

I could tell that he was missing me on the weekend. He wrote the sweetest message that I have received from him to date. I won't post the entire message here, but he tends to not an expressive guy from a writing standpoint. However, he is slowly warming up to it.

Highlights from his e-mail include these fine points:

• He called me his "hot girl (in more than one way)." He has told me that I am hot, but it has been when he was first trying to get me to notice him and when we have quality time.
• He expressed sadness that he won't be travelling to Hong Kong, as our company has now established a branch there. He was okay with it, though. He said, "I'm glad I have my own sexy Asian girl at home!" 
• He ended his message with the closing salutation, "Guy who is looking forward to seeing beautiful you on Monday!"

Although these points may not seem ground-breaking to most, they are to me.  He used to be a guy who would end his e-mail messages with a simple cheers. As of late, when we are being intimate, he will say that he loves me repeatedly, as if it were a mantra to calm him down, which he never used to do.

I like when he playfully threatens to spank me, either hearing him say that to me or reading it in a message. He didn't do that in this message, but when he does, I get aroused instantly.

More about what had transpired on Monday in my next post!

Great news! Christmas in April

Just a quick post. Christmas came early for me!

My guy was originally scheduled to be away for another week. His trip has been cut short, so he'll be back this week. We chatted on Skype for a couple of hours and had a lot of fun.

"I can't wait to see you on Thursday," my guy said.
"Likewise," I replied. "It seems like ages since we were together."
"We can meet in the treehouse and I can flip you over," stated my guy. "You've got a spanking coming your way."

He just made my weekend.

My guy is on the road for a while... here's to Skype!

My guy and I had a two-hour chat over Skype today. He could be potentially on the road for the next six weeks.

We both agree that e-mailing and chatting has helped us not feel so far apart. My guy has only been away since last Wednesday, but it does feel like an eternity.

On Saturday, I suggested that if he wanted to chat on Skype, to let me know. He wrote back to me with this delightful few lines:

I logged in on Skype last night, but you weren't online... for hours. Someone has to pay for that! I'll try you tomorrow. It would be nice to hear your voice.

What he wrote may not seem significant to most folks, but it is to me. I like when he threatens to deal with me. It makes he excited about the prospect of being spanked by him. Although I didn't know that he missed me so much on Friday night and wanted to see me online, it's his sweet way of indirectly telling me that he missed me.

My guy isn't as vocal about expressing how he feels as I am. It does come outt eventually, but it takes him some time. The fact that he wanted to hear my voice was nice. And yes, it's another example of his indirect way to saying that he missed me.

After a two-hour chat tonight, it's pretty clear that we both miss each other.

"Can I call you tomorrow night?" he asked me.
"Of course," I replied. "I'll make sure that I'm home at a respectable time."

He reciprocated by saying that he wouldn't stay out too late shopping at the mall. I am still amazed that I am with someone who loves shopping just as much as I do. It's nice.

Driving my guy to the airport

It has been a trying 1.5 weeks, which would explain why I haven't written too much these days. I have three posts to write.

I normally would write these events in chronological order, like I had explained in a past post. However, I miss my guy that I will write about last Friday first.

I got to work in the afternoon. My morning was stressful. I got a complain from a manager (I will call him RM), who is a jerk. He is old-school. He complained to my manager that I wasn't in the office when he wanted to come down and see me. He couldn't reach me by phone, either.

It's not the first incident in which RM believes that I must be in the office. My boss told me that his mindset is irrelevant. Who cares if I am not in the office? I get my work done. My manager stuck up for me. He told RM that he has never had a problem reaching me when I am working from home. I am always online. I am lucky to be working for a decent, understanding manager.

Anyway, problematic RM has made my working life more complicated by introducing a couple of changes to a process that has my workload piling up. I felt overwhelmed and told my boss that. When I got to the office, it wasn't until an hour later when I could tell my guy just what I was going through. Of course, my guy made me feel better by saying that the weekend was coming up.

My guy finally got his work visa for India. He told me that he was hopping on a plane at 20:00 Friday night. I was happy for him. He has not been on the road for three months. However, it is selfish for me to want him to be with me.

I offered to drive my guy to the airport. I hopped in my car and drove over to where he had parked his car in the lot. He put his luggage and computer bag in my car, and we drove across the street to the airport.

"I feel like my bag is lighter than it should be," he admitted.
"That's okay. It happens," I said. "If you have forgotten something, you can always purchase it, if you need to."
"True," he agreed. "Maybe I am missing my stack of Hustler magazines."
"I wouldn't know," I said, looking at his huge grin on his face.
"You'll be on Skype, right?" he asked me.
"Should I be?" I asked, teasing him.
"You better be."
"Is that a threat?" I asked.
"You know what will happened if you aren't," he said sternly.
"I don't know," I said, acting like an airhead, but I knew that I would be spanked.

My guy teased me about how I seem to have a knack for getting off the hook for speeding. He doesn't have that luck on his side.

I got him to the terminal that he needed to be at. He unloaded his stuff from my car. I got out of my car to say goodbye. We kissed. We hugged. I touched his chest tenderly with my right hand. We didn't have to say anything. But, we did.

"You take care," he told me.
"You, too," I replied. "Have a safe flight."
"You, too."
"I'm not flying," I said, with a smile on my face.
"I don't know what I am saying," he admitted, smiling back at me. "You just gave me a nice hug."
"That was nice," I confirmed.

We hugged one last time before we went our separate ways.

"Be on Skype," he whispered into my right ear.
"I'll try," I said, which we both know is my way of confirming that I will be.

My guy is away for a week. It seems like an eternity, but I am happy that he is travelling again. Luckily, we have Skype.