Skype, shellac manicure, sleep, and spanking

My guy pinged me on Skype while I was waiting to see my doctor on Wednesday afternoon. Naturally, my appointment was running late.

I have never understood why things run that late with doctors in general. My appointment was at 13:00. I make it a habit to get there at the exact time of my appointment.

Anyway, my guy kept me company for a bit. I told him that I'd ping him once I was home. He was good with that.

Sadly, we never got around to talking to each other. I texted him and didn't hear back from him:

I'm home. Let me know when you're free.
Think you may be in dreamland =0

At 17:00, I had a manicure appointment. I had to use a Groupon by the end of the month before it expires. I got purple shellac polish, which is my favourite colour. My guy loves when I have purple polish on, as it turns him on even more.

He woke up while I was getting my nails done:

Hey
Where did you go?
You will be punished for this
You're in big trouble

My argument is that I shouldn't be spanked because he was his usual sleepyhead self. Naturally, that's not going to hold up well as a decent reason.

How to log off from the work network to access porn

When my guy was still in Rome, we were chatting on Skype. He asked me what seemed to be a work-related question.

At work, if we are not in the office, we need to connect to the company's network through secure channels. Naturally, with most of our work tools, the method isn't exactly user-friendly. For instance, it isn't obvious how to disconnect from the network once you are connected.

My guy asked me that question. He knows that I ultimately figure out such things. After much trial and error, I figured it out. I showed my guy how to disconnect from the network.

"How come you're asking me?" I asked him.
"I know that you're better at such technical details as I am. I also need to know how to log off the network so I can access porn," he admitted.

I bursted out in laughter. I wasn't laughing at him. I simply wasn't expecting that answer. The company does block porn sites, as you'd expect.

He's sweet and he's honest.

Coming into work ten minutes later than usual

On Monday, I went into the office in the afternoon. I had a brief chat with my colleague by the elevators. I then headed to my cubicle. My guy was at his desk. I could tell that he was happy to see me as he looked up a couple of times.

We chatted for a bit about our weekends and whatever else was on our minds. He then changed the subject.

"You're ten minutes late," he said, looking at the clock on his laptop.
"Wow, I didn't realize that I needed to punch in when I got to work," I said to him.
"You normally come into work at 14:30," my guy stated.
"Am I in trouble?" I asked him.
"Why, yes," he said, with both of us smiling at each other.

I like the notion of being punished for something. It's the perfect setup. It turns me on.

I realized later on in the day why my guy had pointed out my slight tardiness. My guy said the sweetest thing to me.

"When it's 14:30 and I hear the kitchen door open, I look to see if it's you. I kept on looking today and it wasn't you. I was disappointed each time until you finally walked through the door."
"That's so nice," I said, nearly melting in my cubicle.

I have never taken his sweetness for granted. It means a lot.

Banter, compliments, birthday planning, and the treehouse

My guy and I had a new set of conversations today, all filled with sexual innuendos. Although he has never told me that he appreciates that I can keep up with him on this front and can dish out some of my own, I could tell that he was enjoying the banter today.

A colleague has asked me what a three-legged race was. It was a part of the activities list for the upcoming company picnic. I explained that you have a partner, you each put a leg next to each other and you tie them up. So, you have three legs between the two people. The objective is to walk as quickly as possible together from the starting line to the finish line.

My guy couldn't help but chime in.

"Being tied up like that isn't bad," he said sheepishly.
"That's too much information," I said, playing the I'm-shocked-but-not-really card.
"What?" he looked up at me as I was standing in my cubicle, looking at him.
"You just want to either be close to your loved one or you're weighing her down like an anchor," I joked.

I recall making a joke about his personal three-legged race, which got my guy to laugh hysterically. Later in the day, he made the same reference, which meant that he had liked my original joke.

He does say sweet things to me. He often refers to me as his angel. Today, he told me that I looked good.

"I am here all week," he confided. He tends to work from home twice a week, similar to my setup. "Will I see you on Wednesday?"
"Yes," I said. "Friday, too."
"I hope that I can squeeze in some time to meet in the treehouse," he stated, which indicated to me that he had missed me over the weekend.
"I would like that," I replied.

Our boss came over to tell my guy that he had got our boss in trouble. My guy hadn't filled out his timesheet for months until now. Our boss got in trouble by the timesheet manager for not following up. Anyway, when our boss had walked away, my guy and I continued to talk.

"See, I seem to get other people in trouble," my guy admitted.
"I know. What are we going to do with you?" I asked him rhetorically.
"The key question is what are you going to do to me?" he said with a huge grin on his face.
"Just wait and see," I hinted.

Speaking of hinting, my guy teased me some more.

"You're off on vacation next week on your birthday," he said, in a thoughtful state of mind.
"Am I going to get spanked?" I asked him, like an excited little girl.
"Of course," he replied calmly.
"Maybe the festivities can start a little early," I hinted.
"They can," he pondered.

He still hasn't told me what my birthday spanking will consist of. However, it makes me happy anticipating getting a sound spanking from him.

We left work together. We talked about our rollerbag computer bags. I just replaced my twelve-year-old one with a purple one. He liked mine. He needs a new one.

We got into an empty elevator. I pressed the ground floor button. The doors closed. He came up to me and held my arm. Our lips locked. We kissed as the elevator continued its descent. I caressed his head as we passionately kissed. It was wonderful. We finally unpuckered. He took a small staggered step back. It was quite the kiss.

We ended on this parting note.

"I can't wait to get you back into the treehouse," he said.
"I can't wait to revisit it."

I am due for a spanking. I have a feeling that he is planning a pre-birthday spanking. I welcome it.

Getting in trouble... perfect!

Words do a lot for and to me. I have noticed for years that I get excited when someone tells me that I "have it coming" or that I should wait till I "get home" for a spanking.

I have been trying to figure out what makes these warnings or threats toward spanking my backside such a huge arousal for me. I suppose it's the fact that I was a decent child growing up that such statements were never made. There was no need for them.

My guy thinks that my love for spanking is my "dark side," but in a good way. I crave to be bad, because I never have been a naughty girl growing up.

My guy (MG) and I recently chatted on Skype. Our instant messaging exchange started off as follows:

MG: Hey
Me: Do I know you?
MG: I guess we met before
Me: Your handle doesn't ring a bell
MG: It's [my guy]
Me: Lol
MG: Ring a bell?
Me: Maybe
MG: Have your earbuds?
Me: Maybe
MG: I suggest you put them on
Me: And what if I don't?
MG: You'll be in trouble
Me: The usual
MG: More

A similar conversation a month ago had me ask him online, "Am I in trouble?" It turns me on when he tells me that I am in trouble. It is the anticipation of ultimately exposing my bare bottom for a hard spanking that I love. My guy pushes the right buttons. If not, I gently remind him during our conversations.

He is back from his business trip. I am hoping to have a sore bottom soon. It feels like ages since I felt that way.

Take home chef

One of my favourite programs on Food TV is Take home chef, with Curtis Stone as the talented and good-looking chef. I record this show daily and watch it at home after a long day at work.

The other night, he was cooking dinner with a woman. The goal was to surprise her husband, who worked in construction, I believe. The chef, his crew of roughly fifteen camera folks, and the wife all shouted surprise! when he walked up the stairs of their home.

The exchange between the husband and wife went something like this:

"Someone's in a lot of trouble," he said, hugging his wife in a sweet embrace.

"Spank me," she said, escaping from his embrace and sticking out her bottom for a loving swat that never happened on her jeans.

I'm a foodie and a spanko. There no programming quite like this episode.