Self-cleaning vagina

The vagina is a fascinating organ. Although I miss having sex with a loving partner, self-pleasure is pretty good these days.

Like my menstrual cycle, the vagina also self-cleans monthly. When it happens, it's almost as if I am wet all the time. When I'm aroused while my vagina is self-cleaning, it's like Niagara Falls.

It's not a complain. I'm simply impressed.

I find that focusing on pleasuring myself helps with my anxiety these days. I still can't narrow down the cause of it, but my symptoms go away when I'm not in deep thought.

Lovetaps and an orgasm to start the weekend

Ever since I have been tidying up and reorganizing stuff at home, which started with my panties, I am pleased with the collection that I have. From comfortable to sexy, I have a decent assortment.

Last night, I decided to hand-spank myself, but not to the point where they were hard, you've-been-a-bad-girl type of smacks. I did well cleaning up around the place all week that they were more lovetaps. It was equally as arousing to smack the exposed skin that my panties could not cover. I then slid them down and continued to lightly smack each bare buttock.

I ended up being so wet and aroused that I played with myself, eventually reaching orgasm.

The weekend has been great so far.

Slush equals soggy shoes and socks

Saturday was a soggy, slushy weather day. I didn't choose my shoes well. The slush got to my shoes and socks. It wasn't pleasant.

I'm out all weekend, but have made time to sleep in. It's good.

Dreaming of being spanked, and waking up wet and horny

I had a good dream last night. It was so good that after it was done, I woke up briefly.

I dreamt of my guy. He tends to be in my dreams when I miss him a lot.

We were cuddling. He turned me onto my stomach in bed and spanked me across an extremely short pair of shorts. He pulled them down and continued spanking each buttock with his hand. Finally, my panties came down and it was my bare backside being spanked.

I woke up wet, horny, and happy. I had to play with myself before I fell back to sleep.

It was a good dream that will come to reality soon.

Students, plaid skirt, and a spanking

I have spent the last hour putting together farewell gifts for my students. Earlier in the day, I went out to get gourmet cookies that they love. I also gave them a mug with chocolates inside.

It has been great having them on board. I will be sad to see them go. They do need to head back to university. They are in a few classes together this upcoming term.

My guy likes thinking about my playing his student.

"I would spank you for every question you got wrong on my exam," he said.
"I like that. You'd spank me no matter what result I got on it," I noted.
"Yes, that's true," he replied.
"We both win. I need to find that plaid short skirt of mine," I replied.

He likes that skirt. He immediately got hard. I was already wet. It's all good.

Wet screen protector

Last Friday, I had lunch with three colleagues, including one of my students. Several months ago, she liked my phone so much that she decided to upgrade to the same model. She is equally as enamoured over this phone as I am.

We sat next to each other at the restaurant. She admitted that it made her happy seeing my phone, as it reminds her of my phone.

She taught me something new. She went with a wet phone screen. It basically means that you apply the film by spraying a special solution. It makes applying it to the phone easier.

I have had a glass screen protector on it for a bit. The problem is that my phone is slightly curved, which means that the glass protector does not completely stay flush on the screen.

I noticed that my glass screen protector had a small crack in the left corner. I went online and bought a two-pack of film that you apply wet. It sounds like a sexual innuendo, but it's not!

I just applied it on my phone. Wow! I love how clean it sticks. I'm supposed to let it dry overnight to set. A day later, I am to use the phone case that came with the wet protectors. After five days, I can use my own case. Cool!

Bad girl spanking with a leather paddle

My guy finally had the energy to get out of bed, go to my suitcase, and retrieve my leather paddle.

"I need to spank you with this implement," he said, taking it out of its protective case.
"You don't have to. Why break my good girl record?" I asked.
"I will use the studded side on your butt," he said, ignoring my good girl comment.
"What studded side?" I asked.
"This one," he said, grinning.

I forgot that one side of my paddle had leather. The other side had silicone with stars that jut out.

"That's going to hurt," I concluded, playing a terrified girl.
"That's the point. Where's that cute butt of yours?"

I was lying on my back in bed and pretended to protect my butt. He rolled me over like a log to my left, but I moved back to my protective, neutral position. He then pulled me closer to him and started spanking my left buttock.

I normally don't fight it. However, it was fun doing it. I moved. He held my arm down and continued to spank me with the paddle. I ended up spanking him in the process, which was fun and aroused both of us.

Eventually, I caved by planting my face in a pillow and flipping over on my tummy. I liked the sound of the smacks that landed across my pyjama shorts.

"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said, continuing to spank me hard.
"Nope, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"I'm afraid that I'll need to spank you some more until your butt is bright red," he remarked.

He pulled down my shorts. He continued spanking me hard across my panties. I loved it.

"Are you a bad girl?" he asked me.
"Nope, I'm still good," I replied.

I was so wet when he pulled down my panties and spanked me with the paddle on my bare bottom.

"I like how red your butt is, bad girl," he said, continuing to spank me hard.
"It hurts, Mr Meanie," I replied.
"Good," he said.

He tested how wet I was by sliding his finger in my completely wet clit. He felt that I deserved to be pleasured. He made me reach orgasm. It was intense and amazing.

I was extremely lethargic. I kissed, thanked, and hugged him tightly while feeling the soreness of my butt increase. I love the feeling of being well-spanked and loved.

Madonna's birthday and spankings

Madonna was a huge influence in my younger years. I first heard her music ("Holiday," to be specific) when I was eleven years old. I have been a fan for decades, although my fandom isn't as strong these days as it used to be.

When her song, "Hanky Panky," came out, I was secretly thrilled. I was in my teens, and got aroused when I thought about getting or giving a spanking. This sentiment hasn't changed.

Madonna turns sixty years old on August 16. She looks terrific! I was brought back to being a teen again with her latest instagram:

I like that she has spankings in plural. I love it!

Fun, hard spanking

When my guy and I returned to our hotel room, he continued to play with my nipples under my t-shirt. I had no bra on.

"Can you let me take my sandals off first?" I asked him politely.
"I just want you badly," he said, being his boyish self.

I got my sandals off. We kissed.

"I want to spank you," he said, pulling down my shorts and panties. "Bend over the bed."
"Okay," I said obediently and with excitement, which resulted in a lovetap on my left buttock.
"Did you bring the paddle?" he asked me.
"Yes, it's in my luggage," I replied. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that."
"I would still find another way to spank you, you know," he said.

He went rummaging through my luggage and found it.

"Do you have a rubber glove?" he asked me.
"I don't think I have one," I said, which resulted in a smack across my right buttock.
"Let me see if there's a shower cap," he improved.
"There isn't one," I noted. "I have one in my purse."

He went rummaging through my purse. It has tons of pockets. I asked him to simply bring it to me on the bed, as I was still bent over. Sure enough, I found it. Again, another lovetap happened across my left buttock.

"I found what you were looking for. I shouldn't be spanked," I said.
"Yes, you do. You're my bad girl," he noted.
"No, I'm your good girl," I noted.

He took the leather paddle out of its protective covering. He called me his bad girl and he diligently smacked each buttock with it. I squirmed. It was starting to hurt. He paddled me a bit harder, which made me say that it hurt. He continued and I got extremely wet.

He fingered me. I came hard. I lay bent over the bed limp. He wasn't done with me. He fingered both my wet pussy and my butt. Moments later, I came hard yet again.

He went to clean up. I pulled myself onto the bed. He joined me moments later and we cuddled.

He continued to lightly smack my bare butt. He likes doing that after delivering a good spanking. I love it, too.

Striped t-shirt and butt

My guy and I had the following conversation the other day at the restaurant:

"Is that a new polo shirt?" I asked him.
"I have had this one for a while," he confirmed.
"I know that you have a blue one and a yellow one. I have never seen you wear this grey and white striped shirt," I pointed out.
"It reminds me of my spanking your bare butt and the hand mark that is left behind. The fingers look like stripes," he pointed out.

Naturally, that remark made me wet and horny.

Wooden spatula that is perfect as a spanking implement

My guy and I love Winners, which is a department store that offers decent goods at decent prices. Each store is different in that there are different items every week.

The other day, we went to his favourite one in Mississauga. I love this store, too. We tend to find deals and neat items.

I was in the kitchen section. I found the nicest wooden utensil. It was a spatula.

The wood is thick and hearty. More importantly, it works nicely as a spanking implement. It was a good deal for $6.

My guy held it in his hand. He lightly practiced on my backside as we were lining up to pay for the item.

"You have good taste. I like the feel of it," my guy remarked, giving me a light smack across my left buttock.
"It's effective. I am getting turned on," I replied.
"Good. I'll make you wet a bit more until we get back to the room," he said.

We love Winners.

K is for kneading my butt #AtoZchallenge

I couldn't think of a better word. My guy groping my butt is the usual way that I would describe what he does. However, I am at the letter k. So, knead, it is!

On Saturday, as we were standing in line at Starbucks, my guy was groping my left buttock. I love when he does it. It shows how affectionate he is. It also turns me on. I immediately get wet.

My guy went to grope my right buttock.

"You're phone is in your right pocket," my guy observed.
"Yes, after you let me know that you had arrived, I slipped my phone in my right back pocket," I reasoned.

I took my phone out of my right pocket. He proceeded to grope my right buttock. It was nice.

A hard spanking with a new, purple ruler

Last Friday afternoon was a fun spanking session. I drove my guy and me to a parking lot that we know is pretty quiet. I parked and we got into the backseat.

My guy looked incredibly good-looking. We kissed. He got to touch my tummy, which he loves to do. I got to caress his head and chest.

"I forgot to get my ruler," I replied.
"We need it. Do you have one in your car?" he asked me.
"Yes, I generally have one in my glove compartment."

I stood up and stretched over to the glove compartment. I went searching for it.

"I like this view," my guy said.
"I don't seem to see my wooden ruler," I replied.

My guy gave me several hand swats while I was bent over. Eventually, I found a ruler, but a different one.

A while back, I had bought a purple Poppin ruler. It is made out of thick acrylic. I got it on sale for $4.90, as stated on its little plastic pouch.

I handed the purple ruler to my guy. He spanked me with it over my tight jeans. It is an excellent spanking implement. It hurt. I was sore, wet, and horny.

"I love this ruler," my guy said, continuing to spank me.
"It hurts!" I replied.
"Good! I won't stop spanking you with this ruler until you admit that you're a bad girl," he replied.
"But, I'm good," I whine.
"You are bad, bad, bad," he told me, punctuating each word with a hard smack.
"No, I'm good, good, good!" I replied.
"No, you are a bad, bad girl," he repeated, giving me another three swats.
"Good, good, good!" I exclaimed.
"You are bad, good, bad," he said.
"Hey, you said that I'm good!" I noted.
"It was a slip!" he exclaimed.
"Nope, I'm good, good, good!"

So, my spanking ended earlier that my guy would have liked. However, it gave me a chance to rub my sore bottom and spend some time holding him in a wonderful, sweet kiss.

Assuming the position... more than one

My guy went to wash his hands. I flopped onto the bed.

He came out and smiled at me.

"I am assuming the position. I'm in sleepy position," I said.

I was on the bed, with my head on a pillow, on my side with my knees bent, and with the comforter partially over me. I was slanted on the bed, which allowed my guy to join me. He spooned me from behind.

I love when we cuddle. We talked and spooned. It was nice and affectionate.

"I think that I can spank you in this position," he said.

He removed the comforter and hiked up my skirt, revealing my lacy black panties. He approved of them by saying that he liked them a lot. He then started spanking my right butt cheek with his hand. To avoid a lopsided spanking, I flipped over to my tummy. He continued to hand-spank me.

"Can you not spank the pillow?" I asked him, placing a square pillow over my butt. His hand made a dull thud.
"I like the sound of your butt being spanked more," he admitted.

So, I removed the pillow and more smacks happened. I get excited when he pulls down my panties. It means that I have been a bad girl. He did just that.

He spanked my bare bottom. It was a hard spanking. I loved it. He tested how wet I was and teased making me cum. When I wanted to, he didn't think that I should, and continued spanking me some more.

Finally, he let me reach orgasm. I did. It was nice. He hugged me and then went to wash his hands. He came back to join me in bed.

It's nice to cuddle, talk, and kiss his sweet face when we spend quality time. The sore butt was worth it.

Second spanking of the week and more

It's a long weekend for most parts of Canada. I decided to spend a weekend in the same city in which my guy resides. It took me two hours to drive there.

I checked into a hotel close by. It feels like a mini vacation.

My guy is going camping with some family members today. So, we had Saturday together.

We spent some time at my hotel room. He walked in, and we kissed and hugged. His aftershave smelled good. He told me that I smelled good, too.

He caressed my breasts and played with my crotch over my skirt as he embraced me from behind.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked me.
"I think so, but you always think that I'm bad."
"Bend over," he said, guiding me over to the bed.

He paused, likely looking at the view that he had.

"Nice skirt," he said, lifting it up.
"It's from the Gap," I replied.
"Nice panties, too," he commented, admiring my black and pink patterned panties.

The smacks happened with his open hand. He told me that I was his bad girl, which turned me on. I loved the sound of each hard smack landing. Luckily, I had the TV on loud!

He teased me by playing with my pussy. When I wanted to orgasm, he spanked me some more. At one point, he hiked up my panties and spanked my bare butt.

Eventually, I came. So good! He hugged me from behind and simulated taking me from behind. We both liked that and laughed.

We hugged as we sat on the edge of the bed. We then stretched out on it. My guy worked on my nipples by licking and playing with them until they were erect. He then fingered me until I reached orgasm again. I told him that I loved him while I slipped into a lethargic state. He whispered in my ear the same thing.

We worked on him next. He took off my pants and underpants, and I gave my guy a handjob. I told him that I wanted him so badly because I felt slutty, which turned him on a ton. He liked when I placed my bare thigh between his legs. He ejaculated all over my hand. It was wonderful!

It was nice lying next to him. I enjoyed seeing his bare butt when he got up to pull up his underwear and pants.

We both had nice views. It has been a great start to the long weekend.

Dropping his glasses and pulling down my panties

Last Saturday, my guy returned from his two-week trip to Seattle. We decided to meet at work in the parking lot.

For once, we both timed it perfectly. I got there by 16:00. My guy's taxi dropped him off at his car about five minutes later.

My guy came over to my car. He looked happy and even more attractive to me. He opened the passenger-side door to adjust the seat forward. I caressed his head, running my fingers through his soft, curly hair. He liked that.

I felt like I was a school girl. I wore a skirt and a sweater with a wider crew neck than normal. My guy liked my outfit, too.

We held hands. As always, his hands were freezing cold. I held them until they warmed up. He insisted on spanking my bare butt to warm them up. The spanking came a bit later.

My guy took his glasses off and placed them on the armrest in front of us. We kissed and hugged. It seemed like ages since we did. I missed his soft lips against mine. I told him so. He felt the same way about mine.

He caressed my bare legs. He then found my panties and pulled them down. He proceeded to pleasure me. I was so wet that you could visibly see the large wet patches on the gusset. Needless to say, I reached orgasm pretty quickly.

During this phase of our treehouse time, my guy knocked his glasses over. I felt like we were playing Twister. My legs were intertwined with his. He went to look for his glasses around. He couldn't find them. Instead, he found my bare left hip and kissed it.

Eventually, we both managed to shift our positions a bit more. His glasses had fallen into the front seat.

Of course, I had my fair share of fun. I accidentally pressed the automatic window button, so it came down. I fixed that a few seconds later.

It's never a dull moment with us. It's fun that way.

Reaching orgasm a few times, and hearing a story afterwards about enjoying spankings and sex

The Friday before the long Labour Day weekend, my guy and I agreed to have some quality time after work. My guy typically ends his teaching day early on Fridays and I was ready to call it quits that day after a number of deadline changes had occurred during the first three hours of the day.

"Hey, there. When would you be free to leave?" My guy asked me online at nearly 15:00.
"Hey! I am ready whenever. I just need my boss to send me something before I send out an e-mail to another writer. I am so bored," I replied.
"I can relate. At least it's Friday."

My guy and I eventually were ready to leave at 16:00. He had an issue with his laptop's battery. I had suggested that he get a new one by dropping by our IT department. He finally did so while I was writing my e-mail. My guy said that he'd wait for me outside the office, sitting on one of the benches. I found him and did a quick caress of his head.

We drove in our respective cars over to our somewhat usual parking lot. I got there a bit later than my guy and noticed that it had more cars than usual. I decided to leave the parking lot and found my guy. He led us to another lot across the street, which was deserted.

So, we had treehouse time. We cuddled for a bit, with my guy kissing my head as I curled up in his arms, as my head continued to rest against his chest. We then kissed for a while.

"You are such a bad girl," my guy whispered in my ear.
"That can't be. I'm a good girl," I protested.
"Not to me," my guy said, groping my butt.

My guy removed my capri jeans first. He then carefully pulled down my lacy black panties, which he remarked were beautiful. He proceeded to pleasure me a handful of times, at one point, fingering both my butt and my wet pussy simultaneously until I came.

I was incredibly lethargic afterwards. My guy likes when I am. It is confirmation that he did a good job.

"I'm sleepy. Tell me a bedtime story," I said, as if I were a little girl.
"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cutiebootie," he started. "She was a good girl."
"See, I'm a good girl. Even you just admitted it," I interrupted myself briefly from being dopey.
"No, you're a bad girl. Let me finish," my guy insisted.
"Okay," I said, resting my head against the backseat.
"She was a good girl to everyone who knew her. However, only Mr Meanie knew otherwise," he stated.
"That sounds familiar," I replied, which made us both smile.
"Over three years ago, Mr Meanie met Cutiebootie and they fell in love. He has been spanking and having sex with her ever since, and they both love all that."
"And they lived happily ever after," I said, smiling.
"Yes," my guy replied while holding my hand.

The end.

Absence makes my bottom sore after a hard spanking

I playfully acted reluctant to go over my guy's knee. Instead, we made out some more, with my being on my knees, straddling him as he sat in the treehouse. It was wonderful. We truly missed each other after being apart for three weeks.

Finally, I went over his knee. My black lace-trimmed panties were already down my thighs. My guy hiked up my short navy skirt. He caressed my bare buttocks briefly. My punishment then took place.

As promised, he didn't ease into my spanking. He started smacking me hard across each buttock with his bare hand, alternating while calling me a bad girl. It hurt. My protests were ignored as he methodically spanked each buttock hard. I told him that he was being mean and the smacks grew in intensity.

He had had enough of my calling him Mr Meanie. He spanked my right buttock ten times in rapid succession.

"You always give me a lopsided spanking!" I exclaimed.

Of course, it isn't smart to make such a remark while exposing my bare bottom to him. He proceeded to give me the same number of fast smacks across my left butt cheek.

"How's that?" he asked me.
"That hurt!" I whined playfully.
"Good. There's more."

He was right. He tested my pussy to see how wet I was. He proceeded to tease me by fingering me. I wanted to cum badly, but he would stop and spank me some more. Finally, he let me reach orgasm. It was intense and nice.

I remained across his lap, limp. He kissed my bare right buttock three times. He's sweet. He then rubbed my bottom.

I got up and hugged him tightly. I love being in his embrace, especially with a sore bottom. 

Swimming and spanking

Work drives me insane. I worked from home on Wednesday. The rest of my team stayed at work till 21:00.

I went into the office yesterday and pulled a twelve-hour workday. I am so exhausted, but I wanted to blog tonight, to unwind a bit.

My guy managed to give me a call from a cafe during my lunch time. Although he has been in Dubai for nearly two weeks, he is still jetlagged and doesn't sleep too well.

We were talking about working out and the pool at his hotel.

"I don't find swimming all that interesting, especially when I am swimming by myself," he complained.
"I think that it would be more fun if I were in the pool with you. I could splash you. I could also fondle you."
"Yes, I'd like that," he replied. "I could reciprocate."

Naturally, being spanking in a wet bathing suit would hurt quite a bit. I have never been spanked that way, so that will be a first when it does happen. A girl can certainly dream, of course.

Wednesday kiss and dill

As many of you know, I write for a living. My writing style on my blog is far different than what I write about at work. With the latter, I am generally describing to readers how to perform various hardware and software tasks.

It's different on my blog. I write to share what has happened to me recently. I'm not telling anyone to do anything. I am simply writing about my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I then share them with you.

I found this draft post, which is dated April 16, 2014. My guy was still battling depression, but he seemed to be slowly getting out of that dark period. We were still working at the old office.

Here goes...

I met my guy for lunch at our usual Chinese restaurant. We circled the parking lot together. I pointed to a parking spot for him. I ended up parking a bit further.

He waited for me, and then we walked into the restaurant together. It was packed. We are regulars there. We got a table wiped down quickly. We are always greeted promptly.

I ordered the lemon chicken. He went with the broccoli chicken.

Our chat was good. I teased him about ironing, removing stains from his clothing, and attempting to find his car at Costco.

He noticed my blue sweater that I was wearing and said that it looked new. I think that he is slowly coming out of his depression.

I teased him some more to the point where he playfully tossed his napkin at me. I couldn't help but to grab his hand. We held hands across the table. It was nice.

He wore a light blue, checkered shirt. He confessed that he was getting tired of ironing. It's sort of surprising. He is good at ironing and rarely finds it to be a chore. However, he is more into convenience these days. He'd rather wear something that doesn't require hauling out the ironing board and iron.

We drove back to the office in our respective cars. I must have beat him to it by a large margin. I didn't see his car in sight.

After work, I dropped by the training room. We talked about instant ginger tea. I teased him some more about his need for exerting the least amount of energy to perform tasks. It was a nice chat.

I closed the door. I caressed his head. He got up and wanted to give me a hug. It felt good.

I asked if i could kiss him. He was fine with that. I kissed him on the cheek. He played with my right cheek by sliding his hand in my navy blue pant pocket. He was groping me. I was playing with his chest.

He told me that he felt guilty for not making me feel good. I told him that it was okay under the circumstances. He was making me wet as he continued to grope my buttock.

He looked at me longingly. He initiated a kiss on the lips. It was a nice, long kiss. I got to lick his lips. They were so full and sweet.

My guy has to work on Good Friday. I asked if I could join him for lunch and crash his training session, as I didn't have anything planned that day. He was game.

He shared his cabbage rolls stuffed with rice with me. It had dill in it. I loved them. He learned that I have a love for dill. He said that he didn't even notice it.

My guy often eats without knowing what he has eaten. He smiled when I called him out on it.

I told him about Applebee's and how I used to order the chicken fingers. The place had honey dill dipping sauce. It went away and I was crushed. Luckily, I can make my own whenever I want to.

We left work an hour later. We embraced before we parted and headed home. Both the taste of his sweet lips and of dill lingered as I licked my lips.