Touching base through texts and loving my new wifi extender

I like when former co-workers end up being friends with me. One of them texted me yesterday to ask for a reference and to meet up for dinner.

It was perfect timing. She rescued me from a rather boring all-employee meeting.

On a completely different note, I got a wifi extender. I find that my wifi in my basement tends to be spotty. This wifi extender works well. I'm impressed!

Sore arm observations and patio dining

What's different after my second vaccination shot is the duration of my sore arm. It's longer.

I've been told that it's a good thing. It doesn't bother me until I touch it.

I'm meeting a friend at a patio for dinner later on today. I haven't been on a patio since last October. I haven't dined out since March of this year, just before our third lockdown had started.

I am so looking forward to patio dining.

Mac mini update and new iPod touch

I cringe whenever my old Mac mini has a software update. The update is happening right now. Either it goes smoothly or I lose two days trying to get it to boot up.

I'm not ready to get a new one. I have a MacBook Air that is getting on in years, but works a lot faster than my MacBook Air. I don't need to shell out for a new one. They aren't cheap!

I went ahead and got myself an iPod touch. I have been doing so well with paying off my debt this year. I thought that it would be a nice gift for me that I know will last for years. I need a bit of joy.

I'm writing this post on my phone. The software update is expected to take another forty minutes. Here's hoping that all goes well.

Packing and restoring my iPod classic

I am packing light for my trip. I am away for three days and I am in the Twin Cities for two of them. I am technically done. I'll I need are snacks.

As of late, I want to return to simpler times. I spent some time last night restoring music on my iPod classic. Yep, folks say that it looks like a brick. However, it holds my entire digital music collection.

I like it because I don't need to stream my music. I don't have the option to check my e-mail or do searches online. I am removed from plenty of distractions.

The fact that it is probably over a decade old and still works well is nice. I am contemplating getting the newest iPod touch. It would be a distraction, as it has bluebooth, wifi, and messaging capabilities.

I'll stick with my iPod classic for now.

Chin and ears

My guy and I were in my car the other day. He looked at me lovingly.

"I've always loved your chin. It's cute," he said, touching it.
"You're sweet," I replied.

It's nice. I feel the same way about his ears.

My sugar levels are great and I'm glad I can touch-type!

On Friday, I went to see my family doctor for my routine three-month checkup. The last time I was there, my sugar levels were higher than normal.

I had bloodwork done on Wednesday. She shared the results with me. Everything looked great. Yay!

I shared that news with my guy. He's proud of me. Getting back on the low-carb routine does wonders.

My doctor has changed her process of note-taking in her office. She now uses a computer instead of writing notes down everywhere. She complained to me that her typing takes forever.

Touch-typing is second nature to me. I suggested that she take a touch-typing course when she has a chance. Once you learn, you're good. I'm so glad that I took this course in my final year of high school. It has served me well.

Travelling home with a cleanly shaved, sexy head

It's a long weekend for me. My guy travels home today. I am hoping that his middle ear infection is gone or close to it.

He has a long flight coming back home. It'll be nice to see him again.

We had this conversation the other day:

"I can't wait to see you," I said to him.
"Likewise," he replied. "I will make sure that I have a cleanly shaved head for you to caress."

I love touching his perfectly uniform head. He likes that I love to.

If my guy and I were babies...

I saw this photo on Facebook. Sadly, I don't know who to credit.

If my guy and I were babies, I am pretty sure this incident would happen:

I love his uniform head. I wouldn't hesitate to touch it, even as a baby.

Fifty Shades Darker is a day away from being in the theatres... I can't stand it!

I cannot contain my excitement! Although I won't have a chance to see Fifty Shades Darker on its opening day, I am so excited. I can't stand it! The wait is killing me.

There is yet another new trailer for the movie. I can't find the one where Christian Grey is working out on a pommel horse. It is a mighty impressive pose! However, this trailer makes me equally as happy:

I am going to do my best to go see this movie on Saturday. My guy said that he'd like to fondle me while watching the movie and vice-versa. He thinks that it can be done if we're sitting at the back of the movie theatre.

I like how he thinks. He also told me that he would get me real Diet Coke and not bring microwaved popcorn to the theatre... haha!

I can't wait for him to return home.

Watching Fifty Shades Darker and touching in the theatre

My guy has completed his first week on travel. He told me that it has been a rough week for him and is glad that it is over.

He is travelling from Brussels to Chennai as I type. He called me just before leaving for the airport.

"Fifty Shades Darker is coming out next week. I can't wait to see it," I told him.
"I know," my guy acknowledged. "Are you going to touch yourself in the theatre as you watch it?"
"I'd rather have you touch me while we watch the movie," I pointed out.
"True. We'll see it once I'm back and can touch you then."

We miss each other. He's still my sleepyhead, trying to adjust to the time difference. He gets to do it all again once he arrives.

Polite students and happy reminders of my guy

It is nice to be working with co-op students again. I have missed how attentive and eager to learn they are. The two young women that I am fortunate to work with these days are polite. They make it a habit to say goodnight to me before they leave for the day, which is sweet.

It makes me think about my colleagues. Folks on my writing team have the same pattern of wishing one another a good evening when they leave for the day and they are in the vicinity. When I look at software developers working in the same vicinity, it is never the case. They just pack up and leave without saying a thing.

I don't get why that is the case. Perhaps it is because they have been quietly coding all day that they are exhausted and want to leave without saying boo.

For me, especially these days when I am training students and talk all day, I still manage to talk to people. Perhaps it's just who I am.

My manager does not believe that I am genuinely a quiet person. I am sociable. However, to get things done, I do need peace. I concentrate much better without any unnecessary distractions.

I miss my guy. I pass by his car after work and I look at it in the parking lot at work. The car is fine. I miss the owner of it and his voice. I long to physically see him, hold him, and love him.

One of my students has the same cell phone model as my guy. I went grocery shopping at one of his favourite grocery stores on Saturday. Various objects remind me of him. I know that he feels the same way when he misses me, too.

He will be back soon. I am looking forward to seeing him at work for a couple of weeks.

Mattress, love, and horniness

A few weeks ago, my guy and I bumped into each other at a liquidation centre. Neither one of us knew that we'd be shopping there that day.

We talked on the phone that evening.

"You looked good," I told him. "If there weren't so many people there, I would have thrown you on one of the mattresses."
"You looked good, too. I wanted to touch you all over. It was the best thing that happened that day," he admitted.

There is nothing like being in love and being horny all rolled into one.

Spanking me and potentially spanking him

This week has been a bonus good week with my guy. He came into the office to talk to various folks about an upcoming course that he is planning out. 

On Monday, I had a last-minute meeting to go to. Unfortunately, we couldn't go out for lunch together. However, I did manage to drop by the room that he was in a couple of times.

My guy gently brush my hair away from my face and tucked it behind my left ear. He admired my pink earrings again and told me that liked them. He also looked at my helix piercing and played with the beaded hoop.

He can't keep his hands off me at times. I am not complaining. He simply is making up for lost time. He managed to caress my breast by going under my v-neck purple sweater to play with it. 

I had to go to my meeting. I was standing up and mentioned that my butt was still sore from the spanking I got from him on Saturday. He gave me a couple of smacks. He's so mean, but I liked it.

He told me that we should explore spanking him one of these days. On Saturday, I caressed his butt, told him that I liked it and found it attractive, and gently gave him a few lovetaps. He enjoyed them.

Miracles can happen. I am glad that he is open to trying out being spanked.

O is for over his knee or a table

I recall a wonderful post that I had read on a blog the other day asking what spanking implement one loves and hates when it comes to receiving a spanking. By far, I love a hand spanking. I find it intimate and my butt aches for a while after a hard spanking. I like when my guy uses a ruler or a paddle on me, too. They definitely rank high on my list.

Getting the belt turns me on, but I don't like it actually used on me. At first, I thought it was because I didn't like the thought of having welts on my backside, which is partly true. It also stems from accidentally getting whipped on my lip by a belt carelessly being waved about by a classmate in grade 6.

I probably have mentioned it in passing, but I have never stated what spanking positions I like and don't like. So, that is what this post is about. Two of my favourite positions deal with being over something.

By far, I love an over-the-knee spanking. I feel comfortable being over my guy's lap. As with getting a hand spanking, I find being over his lap intimate. I like getting up after a hard spanking, and either curling up against his chest or kissing him as a simple thanks.

When I am over his knee, I playfully try and cover my backside with my hand to protect my butt from further smacks. However, my guy likes to pin my arm behind my back and spank me even harder after I do that.

I also like when I am bent over a table or sofa for a spanking. My guy has more of a swing with either his hand or an implement, so it's a different kind of pain that develops. I find that he likes running his hand from my ankle upward, to my calf, thigh, and buttock. He doesn't do that when I am over his knee.

When the smacks become intense and hard, I sometimes jerk my legs up. It doesn't happen much when I am bent over the table, but it happens more when I am over his knee. He will then caress my calf for a bit before continuing with my punishment.

What spanking position do I hate? I would have to say being bend over while grasping my ankles. I don't find that enjoyable at all. My guy doesn't like that, either.

Some people don't like the diaper position, but I don't mind it. It gives me a chance to see my guy's expression when each smack is delivered. He can also see how I am reacting to each one.

So, if you'd like to share what spanking positions you like or dislike, drop me a line. I would love to read your responses!

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.

Receving a thoughtful e-mail

My guy is travelling to Auckland for business and had a stop in San Francisco last night. He wrote a nice e-mail to me on Saturday morning.

We give each other pet nicknames. We have a lot of them! I started off calling him sleepyhead a while back, because he tends to travel a lot and is often jetlagged. I have seen him asleep at his desk, but it hasn't happened these days, simply because he seems to be constantly on the road.

In his e-mail, he called me sleepyhead, with the additional comment that he was assuming that I was still asleep. He knows that I tend to sleep better on weekends. I slept in till 10:00 on Saturday morning.

The best part of his e-mail was this excerpt:

Thanks a bunch for the nice cab service yesterday. That was the first time I felt the urge to kiss the cab driver ;)

He often has to call a cab from our office to the airport. It is barely a five-minute drive. From my recent experience, that trip costs anywhere between $25 to $35 CAD. It is a ripoff, but I wasn't doing it because I wanted my guy to save some money. Frankly, he can expense that charge.

I simply wanted to spend some time with him. I wanted to chat, hold his hand, and kiss him. I wanted to make sure that he was okay. I wanted to send him off on a good note.

My reply to his e-mail ended with this line:

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

His flight has taken off. In thirteen hours, he will be in Auckland. There is a seventeen-hour difference, so connecting on Skype will be challenging this week. We'll try and make something happen, as always.

Boosting a car battery and more

My guy flew back to Toronto early Monday morning. He did the craziest thing -- he went straight from the airport to the office to work.

I have done that a few times in my life. I have vowed never to do that again. I have kept my word.

Just before I was about to head to work in the afternoon, my guy caught me on Skype.

"Hey there," he wrote.
"Hey! How are you holding up?"
"Just wanted to tell you to bring some sleeping wear, as I'm thinking of renting a room for the night."
"You're asking me to spend the night with you or you need to borrow sleepwear from me?"
"Very funny =)"

My guy and I talked a few hours after I was done discussing work-related topics with a colleague and my guy's meeting was over. He brought over some sweets and shared them with me. He noticed my haircut. He has always been so observant whenever I change my hairstyle.

We left work to grab some dinner. Unfortunately, my guy's car wasn't starting up. The battery was dead. I drive a hybrid, so the battery wasn't a regular one to boost. My guy called CAA.

It has been hot and humid lately. We talked for a bit before my guy said that we should move to cooler territory.

We headed back to the office and sat in the training room. We started talking. He noticed how tan my arms were. I told him that I wanted to caress his head. He leaned over and let me do it. It made me so happy. My guy smiled at me.

He was concerned that he didn't get a text message from CAA. I suggested that he give the folks there a call again. He did. I got up and gently caressed his back. He hung up the phone. I tenderly kissed his head.

He swivelled his chair around to look at me. My guy played with my crotch. It was nice. He then groped my buttocks. It was turning me on, but I didn't want to come just yet.

I leaned over to kiss him on the lips. He loved that. He told me that he was getting hard. I gently stroked his cock, which was indeed hard under his slacks.

My guy is like a little horny boy sometimes. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

"Nice! Black lacy panties."

He took a good look, and then zipped and buttoned up my pants.

My guy guided me over to a different part of the training room, away from the main doorway. He turned me around, carefully propped my back against the wall, and passionately kissed me on the lips, rubbing his hard member against my crotch. I cradled his head in one hand as I hugged him with my other. At one point, I was groping both his buttocks.

We hugged and kissed for a bit, while rubbing up against each other. The moment was briefly interrupted by his cell phone ringing. It was CAA and help was on the way in five minutes.

My guy took his erect penis out. I began jerking him off.

"Five minutes or less," I said.

I looked at my guy's face. He was so into the moment. I initiated kissing him while jerking him off. It took no time for my guy to ejaculate. He did so all over the carpet.

We were both breathless from a wonderful moment.

"That was awesome," I pointed out.
"I can't believe that we did that," he said, shaking himself dry before re-adjusting his briefs and zipping his pants up.

We headed toward my guy's car and met up with the mechanic. The mechanic boosted the battery and all was good.

The battery wasn't the only thing that got a boost. Who says that Mondays are always bad at work!

A sweet conversation to start off the day

I wish that every morning started off this way. I will need to backtrack a bit.

On Sunday, my guy and I had started to chat on Skype. However, his hotel room had lost power and he was fumbling around in the dark, trying to find the fuse box. Yes, I was shocked that it has a fuse box right in the room itself.

So, his room had power once he had flicked the fuse switch, but his laptop would not charge properly. He only had ten minutes of battery power. As a result, we only chatted for ten minutes.

He felt bad about not being able to chat. I was wondering whether it was his laptop's battery that was shot or his charger. Well, the following day, he borrowed a charger from a client in Amsterdam for the day, and then went out to buy a new one.

On Monday morning, we chatted on Skype. I was feeling sluggish, mainly because I had tried to sleep in after having woken up from six hours of solid sleep. That attempt wasn't a wise one.

My guy convinced me to take the day off, to not go into work, and to take it easy. He knows that I work hard. I took his advice and did just that.

We actually chatted again on Skype later on that day. He asked me whether I had wanted a sex toy while he was in Amsterdam. He wanted to get me my first dildo, to remind me of him when he was on the road. It's quite the thoughtful gift!

Anyway, he had hoped to chat with me on Tuesday. I had figured that he'd be too busy sightseeing, shopping, and packing to chat. So, I wasn't upset when he didn't.

This morning, after having fixed myself some breakfast, I fetched my laptop and powered it up. I don't normally go and grab my cell phone first thing in the morning. I don't know what possessed me to do it this morning, but I am sure glad that I did.

As soon as I had picked it up, my phone rang. It was a long-distance number that I didn't recognize. Knowing how curious I can be, I picked it up.

"Hello, Cutiebootie speaking," I said.
"Did you just wake up?"
"What?"
"I called you an hour ago. I know that you're an earlybird."

In a rare move, my guy had called me from the car rental place at the airport an hour earlier. He was now waiting to board his flight back home. It was great to speak to him this morning.

"I got you a dildo," he said.
"Thanks so much. What colour is it?" I asked.
"It's a light pink," he said.
"That's very feminine," I remarked.
"I will leave it in your desk drawer at work, in a bag," he said.
"That sounds good. I would hate it to be standing up in front of my monitor as a paperweight."

We both laughed. It would be a pretty good conversational piece.

"Can we do lunch at our usual place tomorrow?" he asked me rather sweetly.
"That sounds good. It would be nice to see and chat with you."
"Maybe after lunch, we can have dessert," he hinted.
"You really can't wait, can you?" I asked him rhetorically.
"For sure."

It has been three weeks since I last saw him. Touched him. Kissed him. Got spanked by him.

I told him the other day that I longed to see him. I can't believe that in several hours, I will.

The wait is about to end. It's about time!

My only question to answer, spanning several upcoming posts!

You would think that receiving a single, multi-part question during the March question-and-answer post would bring me down. Sure, the number of questions I received wasn't exactly an explosion. That's okay.

In a way, I am glad that I have one question, because I have technically addressed all parts of this question in the early stages of this blog. However, it's nice to reread those posts and to add to them.

I received this question from Karl:

Hey Cutiebootie, I've been following your blog for quite a while, and find it a lot of fun. I think it would be great if you could describe for us the genesis and history of your interest in spanking. What made you start thinking about it. And how did you pursue that interest once it was awakened?

It will likely take me several posts to complete, for I wrote several of them to explain my spanking interest and how it evolved.

When my guy told me that he found me attractive and we started seeing each other, he asked me what interested me sexually. I was a bit hesitant to tell him that I enjoyed spanking -- both giving and receiving. I didn't know how he would take it, but I managed to gather enough courage to tell him. He was fine with it. He was interested in spanking me. He had never done it before. He has never stopped and has grown to enjoy it.

Our next conversation sparked him to ask how I got into spanking. My post from years ago, Pinches and lovetaps, still holds true. I do have some extra details to fill in, though.

When I was a child, I liked being carried in either my mom's or dad's arms. I look at photos of my day carrying me in his arms. It was sweet. Carrying a baby in one's arms requires an arm under the baby's backside. I believe that I have always had a soft spot (no pun intended... really!) when I have my bottom touched.

My guy has started to caress my bare bottom just before spanking me. I love his touch. I love the anticipation of being spanked soon. I love the contrast between how calm and loving it is to have my buttocks caressed before the hard smacks land. I also enjoy having my sore, red bottom rubbed after a spanking.

As I have mentioned before, I have always been a good girl. My guy tells me all the time that I am a good person. He told me recently that I come across as being a conservative woman. However, he has told me that he knows my "secret," and that what I do behind closed doors with him is far from being conservative.

To sum my old blog post and this one is that I love the idea of "making up" for not being a bad girl growing up. I love the feeling of being spanked for a ridiculous reason. I love the stinging sensation I get when being spanked. I love being held afterwards. I feel good. I feel safe. I feel closer to my spanker.

My guy has told me that when he spanks me harder, I tend to hold on to him tighter. I either hug him tighter or I squeeze his thigh more when I am over his lap. He enjoys when I do either to him. I simply love what he does to me. I especially enjoy when he scolds me as I get spanked.

Spanking is always on my mind. I just played a word game tonight.

My guy returns on Friday. It will be nice to receiving a real spanking then. Here's hoping that his flight gets in early!