My guy is home - let the passion begin!

My guy is back in town. It was good to see him at work today. That is probably the understatement of the month. It has been a couple of weeks since I have seen him, which felt like months at times.

He looked at me for the longest time as we were talking. Well, I was doing quite a bit of talking. He blew me a kiss over our cubicle wall, which made me smile at him.

My guy came over to my desk a few times. I enjoy when he starts to rub the back of my neck, and moves his hand under my blouse, which then moves over to my right breast. His hand then plunged down my bra. He played with my nipple. I was stimulated. He then sat next to me and felt my bare leg.

His hand then moved down my back. I was showing him some pictures on my computer while he was sensually playing with me. A bit later, he reciprocated by showing me his pictures from St. Petersburg.

What is interesting about us is that we are pretty similar when it comes to picture-taking. We take pictures of food, feet, and hotel rooms, as examples. We have never discussed it. Today, we both noticed similar trends.

We have seen each other naked from head to toe. His feet were revealed to me last, as he tends to wear socks and shoes year-round, except when we were on vacation in Las Vegas. He also saw my feet last, although I tend to wear sandals and am comfortable with bare feet at home.

I enjoyed rubbing his calf while we were seated next to each other. I gave him a bit of an upper shoulder rub. I could tell that he liked my touching him.

He had taken a picture of a pretty dress while he was away for a couple of weeks. I was standing next to him by his computer. I like teasing him.

"Did you wear that dress?" I asked him. He playfully gestured hitting me. He swatted my backside, which made me smile.

He also took a picture of an elevator while in St. Petersburg.

"Too bad I wasn't there," I stated in a matter-of-fact tone. He nodded in agreement.

He then moved to decompressing some work-related files.

"There you go, unzipping, as always," I said playfully to him. He laughed.

We left work just after 18:00. We waited by the elevators. We talked. We deferred our treehouse time for another afternoon, as he had an appointment to get to tonight.

"I hope that the elevator is empty," he said slyly. Sadly, it wasn't.

We both got in the elevator, joining two other maintenance guys who were already there. The elevator was headed to the ground floor. My guy immediately pressed the basement-level button.

My guy reached out for my hand as the elevator continued with its descent. I couldn't resist rubbing his hand with my thumb in circles. He likes when I do that. It was the very first gestures that we did when we expressed interest in each other.

We got to the ground floor, where the maintenance guys left the elevator. I immediately closed the door by pressing the appropriate button.

"I have been waiting to do this for a long time," my guy said, holding me and planting a passionate kiss on my lips. I hugged him with my left hand, enjoyed reciprocating such a passionate kiss with my lips, and had my right hand on his toned chest.

We reached the basement floor. The elevator doors swung open. My guy stuck his head out to see if anyone was around. He then put his computer rolling bag in front of the doors.

He came over to me.

"I have missed you," he said, as we embraced tightly. He had a hard-on, which was pressed up against me. He groped my buttocks while we were hugging. We unlocked and he went back to passionately kissing me, until the elevator started to beep.

Our lips parted briefly. He moved his computer bag back in. The elevator doors closed. We kissed one final time before we hit the ground floor.

"That was nice," I said, as we both exited the elevator and walked slowly out, holding hands.

Missing him, being missed, and modelling black, lacy panties

I miss my guy. I could tell that he has been missing me a lot lately, too.

My guy knows that I work from home on Thursdays. This morning, he sent me a message on Skype just after 09:00, asking if I was online. Half an hour later, we briefly typed to each other on Skype before we went into a voice conversation.

I love hearing his voice. He will be the first person to say that he doesn't like his own voice. I find it sexy, though. The feeling is mutual about my voice, too, except that I don't like hearing my voice played back in a voicemail recording or something similar.

We talked for half an hour. It was nice to catch up. I just got a new laptop at work, so I have been busy installing software and configuring various settings. He is still in St. Petersburg on a business trip. He comes home this Sunday.

He asked whether we could talk again later on in the day. I was fine with that plan.

We talked again at around 14:30. He told me that he loves my cute chin. He misses my smile. I miss kissing him on the lips, among other activities.

He wasn't sure if he was using the expression, bottom out, properly. I said that he was. I told him that my default expression, which applies to me only these days, is bottoms up. He agreed. Lately, he has been telling me that I have a cute backside that he can't wait to punish. He also indicated that he loves the visual of my bending over a desk with my butt sticking out for him to smack, while enjoying the look of my legs stretched out.

My guy wanted to hear my voice. He wanted me to talk about anything. So, I provided a follow-up discussion about getting black, lacy panties. I told him that I got a couple of comfortable ones this week.

We did something different today. He wanted me to take pictures of my wearing a pair of black lacy panties. He wanted front, side, and backside pictures of my modelling a pair. It was the first time that I have ever taken photos of myself wearing cute panties, but I complied like a good girl.

I took a couple of shots of my having my panties down my legs. He likes the contrast of the panties against my skin. However, he likes looking at my legs and I thought that I'd be creative.

I uploaded them to Skype. He was horny. He was happy after seeing my pictures, which is putting it mildly.

We got into a phone sex session effortlessly. It was wonderful. The imagery of our bodies pressed up against each other as we make love is sweet and sensual. His telling me that he can't wait to hump me was his way of saying that he was longing for me. My craving to be hugged and spanked by him was normal, but I especially miss him these days.

"I will be back next week," he said to me after our session.
"It'll be great to see you again, especially in the treehouse," I stated.
"Yes. Two weeks without being with you is far too long."

I couldn't agree more.

Phone sex on Skype and black panties

My guy is in St. Petersburg, Russia for the next week. The time difference between us is eight hours. I managed to catch him on Skype this afternoon.

It seems like it has been ages since we both engaged in phone sex. I was thrilled to hear his voice again. He told me that he missed me. The feeling is mutual.

Our sessions over Skype reveal a lot. I have known for a while that my guy loves when I wear a black bra. He likes the contrast between it against my skin. What I didn't know is that he also likes black panties.

I am not the type to match the colour of my bra with my panties. I guess that I will always be a bit of a tomboy in this regard. I told him that I am not big on wearing a thong. Nothing says uncomfortable like giving yourself a wedgie all day. He laughed and agreed.

He likes lace panties. He knows that I have hipster ones that have lace on top. He actually likes panties that "don't cover up much," which made me smile. So, I will need to do some research on getting black panties. I don't exactly have a sexy black pair handy. It's a great excuse to go shopping.

I have always felt that I am not as great at phone sex as he is. My guy has always been patient with me. I shocked him during our session:

"When I see you in your black bra, it drives me wild," he admitted.
"Maybe next time when I see you, I'll let you take my t-shirt off, so you can see me with that black bra on," I stated. "I like it when you cup my breasts. You then reach behind my back to unhook my bra and gently slip it off me. You caress my breasts with your hands, with my nipples getting harder. You then suck them and pleasure me."
"You know, you're really good at this," he complimented. "I am completely turned on."
"I have learned from the best," I admitted.

During one of our recent makeout sessions together, he decided to try something different. He likes referring to me as his slut, which I enjoy, too. He slapped the left side of my face, followed by my right side. I liked it. I introduced it into our sex conversation today. He likes having his way with me in his fantasy. I like that thought, too.

I also like the idea of having him grab my hair, slap my face, and having me submit to giving him a blowjob. We talked about that today. He misses seeing my lips wrapped around his erect penis. I miss pleasuring him.

The best part of our conversation was incorporating being his slut in with being spanked.

"I want to pinch your buttocks hard," he admitted. "I want to spank you till you cry."
"Because I am your naughty little slut?" I asked rhetorically.
"Yes," he stated. "I want to fill you from behind and enjoy seeing how red your ass is, as you cry in pain and pleasure."

He's good. Naturally, we both came. It was quite an intense talk today.

Afterward, my guy said something that was both sweet and funny.

"You have the cutest chin and the most gorgeous smile," he said, flattering me. "Every time I see your smile in the office, I was to come over and kiss you. Fuck everyone around us!"

I knew what he had meant. It's not like he literally wanted to screw everyone around us. As much as we'd like to be hands-on with each other at work, we keep things professional. We don't kiss at work, except when we are alone in an elevator.

And yes, we talked about how we both love kissing and groping each other in the elevator.

"I hope that one day, the elevator at work gets stuck, and we are trapped in it for two hours," he admitted.
"I would like that," I said. "I have thoughts about being spanked by and having sex with you in an elevator."
"Can you imagine if that happened?" he asked. "We'd have a baby nine months down the road."

He's right. We would not be able to keep our hands away from each other. I am hoping for that day when the elevator at work does get stuck for at least an hour with only the two of us together. A girl can only hope.

Spanking meme - my answers

I saw the great answers that Renee Rose had posted on her blog that I wanted to partake in this fun spanking meme. So, here goes:

Would you rather be spanked outside in a cold woodshed or inside by a cozy fire?
I would prefer being spanked inside by a cozy fire. It can get cold in the winter in Canada, you know!

Would you rather be spanked in public or private? 
I have always been spanked in private. I would love to be spanked in public (playful swats in public don't count, but I like those, too).

Would you rather fantasize about spanking or actually be spanked?
I like both. When my guy is away, fantasizing helps. Of course, being spanked is great.

Would you rather be spanked for humiliation or for your spanker's pleasure? 
Pleasure.

Would you rather be spanked by hand or hairbrush?
I like being spanked by my guy's hand. It's more personal. I don't mind the hairbrush. Both do their job nicely.

Would you rather be spanked until you cried or until you are aroused?
I have done both. I like the latter more.

Would you rather have just a red bottom or welts/bruises?
Red bottom, for sure. I am not big on having welts or bruises.

Would you rather be spanked for the naughty things you have done or just because you enjoy the experience?
I like both. I like having a reason for being spanked sometimes. Otherwise, I love being spanked just because I like it.

Would you rather be spanked with panties up or panties down?
I like being spanked with my panties on at first. I am highly aroused when they come down and my spanking continues across my bare bottom.

Would you rather be spanked OTK or bent over a table/chair?
I like both positions, but I'd rather be across my guy's lap. Just like a hand spanking, I find the spanking to be a personal one when I am over his knee.

Would you rather your spanker have physical contact with you?
Yes.

Would you rather be a brat to your spanker to deserve a spanking or simply ask your spanker for a spanking because you know you needed it?
Recently, I have played the part of a brat. It doesn't make my guy immediately spank me. When I do ask him after being bratty, "Have I been bad?" he will immediately have me over his knee and soundly spanked. I love it!

Have you received a spanking in the last week?
Yes!

Would you rather be spanked for the physical pleasure or the emotional release?
Physical pleasure. However, there are times when I do need an emotional release and being spanked helps.

Would you rather be spanked by a despotic, mean person or by a compassionate, benevolent person? 
I like the latter. I don't care for being spanked by someone who is mean.

Would you rather be talked to while you are spanked or no talking at all? 
I like it when my guy tells me that I have been a naughty girl while he spanks me. It turns me on.

Would you rather get one swat at a time with pauses to let the sting set in or a continuous tanning to build up the fire?
My guy likes the former. The pauses make me contemplate what I have done and keeps me guessing as to which buttock he will spank next. He will increase the intensity and the time after a bit, but it's never really a blazingly fast spanking.

Would you rather be forced into a spanking or willingly submit into a spanking?
I like willingly submitting into a spanking.

Would you rather have a safe word or be pushed beyond your preconceived limits?
I have a pretty high pain threshold. It depends on my mood. Sometimes, I want to figure out what my limits are. However, the safe word always rules.

Would you rather spanking be part of love making or not a part of love making?
I used to enjoy being spanked, with the love-making aspect being secondary, but this was with the ex-husband. These days, I like how my guy incorporates spanking in our love-making. It's a wonderful balance.

Would you rather that spanking be a surprise or something that you have to look forward to?
Both! I love when my guy surprises me with a spanking. I also look forward to receiving a spanking, especially when he tells me, "You're going to be spanked later on today." I look forward to being spanked for the rest of the day!

Would you rather that spanking be a part of role playing kinkiness or a response to events that have happened in reality?
We do and I like both!

Would you rather be cuddled or scolded after a spanking?
I am a naturally cuddler. He likes it when we cuddle, too.

Birthday spankings throughout the day

My guy has come a long way. When we first met and were getting to know each other, I didn't think in a million years that he would be interested in spanking. I told him that I enjoyed giving and receiving. He didn't hesitate to learn how to spank me. Thankfully, he hasn't stopped.

Last week, we went on vacation together for the first time. It was wonderful and relaxing. My birthday was conveniently a part of the vacation festivities.

Normally, just after midnight, when it is officially my birthday, I tend to receive my birthday spanking. We had been out for the day and were both tired. We were in bed already, cuddling.

"Happy birthday," he whispered in my ear, holding me in his arms.
"Thanks," I said. "What do you have in store for me?"
"I have big plans for you," he said, hugging me tightly.

He slowly moved his hand towards my pajama shorts and caressed my bottom. He then playfully spanked me. He then slid his hand under both my short and panties, and gave me a number of pinches. I was turned on. I could tell he was, too.

"It's just a teaser for what is ahead of you," he said.
"I can't wait," I said, hugging him tightly before we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to my guy tenderly kissing my forehead and face.

"Rise and shine, my birthday angel," he said to me. He's charming that way.

We both got ready to go down to a local restaurant for breakfast. I had come out of the shower. He looked at me longingly. He took my hand and led me to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed. I removed my towel and placed it on the chair. I was completely naked. I obediently went over his knee.

"Happy birthday, sweetie," he said, smacking my left buttock with his bare hand.

He continued to give me x swats, where x represents my age. He then gave me two more smacks for good luck, along with a couple of pinches. I was incredibly turned on.

We had talked about what implements that I like to be spanked with. I love a good wooden ruler. He has never spanked me with one before. Well, he was sweet to have brought one with him. He used it on my bare backside, taking his time to deliver x swats on my getting-to-be-sore bottom. I loved every stroke that came down hard.

He signalled the end of my spanking my lovingly massaging my warmed up backside. I got up, sat on his lap, and kissed and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and we held each other for a bit. It was nice.

We continued our day being tourists and sightseeing. In the evening, we went out for dinner and saw a show. We then came back to the hotel.

"I want to spank you one final time on your birthday, before it's no longer your birthday," he stated with a huge smile on his face.

He was holding the purple fuzzy paddle that has a leather side that packs quite the wallop.

I removed my shorts and bent over the desk in our room. My pink panties were covering my buttocks, but not for long.

My guy came over, and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. His hands moved down my bare arms. They made it to my buttocks. He was tenderly caressing them. He then sensually pulled down my panties, exposing my bare butt.

He made me count each swat that landed on each buttock. I have never counted out loud before. The leather landing on each buttock hurt. He took his time to meticulously paddle me. As painful as it was, I was extremely wet.

I was weak by the time the last swat was delivered. He let me rest on the desk for a bit. He came over and moulded his body against mine. He hugged me, and gave me tons of kisses down my neck and shoulders.

"You are incredibly special,"he whispered in my ear. He helped me to my feet. I looked at him and kissed him.
"Thank you," I said humbly.

We kissed some more. His hands made it down to my buttocks. He massaged my backside. It was sore.

"I like going to bed with a sore bottom," I said, with a huge smile on my face.
"Did I do a good job?" he asked me.
"You were wonderful," I said, which prompted him to hug me as if he didn't want to let me go.

It was a good birthday.

A quick note while on vacation... birthday spanking details soon

I am still on vacation and am enjoying my time away from the office. A quick update is needed, though. I would love to write more, but I am laptop-free on this trip.
My guy and I are on vacation together. My birthday was a few days ago. I will describe my birthday spanking soon. I will simply say that the soreness is gone and that my spanking was a memorable one!
I am one lucky girl. I still have a huge smile on my face.

Pre-birthday festivities begin with pinches

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From allegedly ruining the coffee-brewing process, to being groped and pinched

I had a bizarre set of events occur at work today. I will get to that in a bit. Today was a bit rare in that I went out with my guy and another colleague for lunch. My guy and I rarely have lunch together these days, as he is often on the road and I tend to have lunch at home.

I drove us to a Mexican place. We sat there and had a great conversation. I offered to drive us to and from the establishment.

When we had finished eating, my guy was nice to take my empty tray and return it to the garbage area. I told him that I truly appreciated his kindness. He is a gentleman.

At the office, I decided to get some hot water for my tea. We have a hot water spout that is connected to our coffee maker in our communal kitchen. I am purely a tea drinker. I did my usual and got hot water using the spout.

A colleague noticed what I was doing and said that I was "ruining" his pot of coffee. I had no idea that one couldn't use the hot water spout while a fresh pot of coffee was being brewed, although both the coffee and my hot water seem to be working fine. I also don't drink coffee, so I didn't know that there were two minutes left in the brewing life cycle.

I apologized. It was a lose-lose situation. My colleague snapped by that I wasn't "sorry enough," as I continued to fill my mug up with hot water. He literally expected me to wait until his coffee had finished brewing, even though I had already ruined it. He didn't have to make a huge issue out of it, especially when he said that, "Next time, I will stand there."

So, I went back to my desk and shared this experience with my colleagues. I don't understand how irritable folks can get over coffee, especially at work.

My guy likes playing the role of saving a damsel in distress. I do like seeing this side of him.

I went back into the kitchen at around 17:30 and we chatted.

"Let's see if any coffee is brewing," he teased.
"I'm not here to get any more hot water," I confessed. "I'm just here to wash my mug, but I need to find some paper towel."

I eventually found a cupboard with paper towel. My guy came swooping in.

"Let me," he said, grabbing a roll out of the plastic wrapping and putting it on the holder.
"Thanks," I said.
"See, I do nice things for you," he teased.
"I never said that you don't!"

I started washing my mug. He came over to me and pinched my left buttock. It completely drove me wild.

"Tonight or Friday?" I asked him, referring to some quality time in the treehouse.
"Friday," he said. He had to drive a client to the airport today.
"I wish it were Friday today," I admitted boldly. He groped my right buttock, which I loved.
"Let me know when you're leaving work today," he whispered in my ear. "We can find an empty elevator."
"I'd like when we're in the elevator together," I confessed. 
"Me, too," he nodded in agreement.

Roughly half an hour later, I said goodbye to my colleagues. My guy followed me to the elevators. There was another colleague waiting. I decided to let him in and waited for my guy. He went into the washroom.

Another elevator was available. I got in. My guy got in, too. I smiled and pressed the ground floor button. The doors closed.

I draped my arms around his shoulders. Our lips met. We kissed. We French kissed. He pressed his body against mind. I could feel how hard he was. His hands meandered to my buttocks. He groped them simultaneously as we continued to kiss. Our elevator ride was nearly over. We managed to unpucker.

"I am incredibly turned on," I said, with a huge smile on my face.
"Me, too." he said quietly. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight," I said, walking out of the elevator, horny, but content.

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.

What a low-cut, fitted top and a black bra can do for a girl

My guy has been back from his business trip to Bangkok for a couple of days now. It was nice to see him again in the office.

I had asked how he was while he had a huge mouthful of food. It was fun teasing him. It's the only time in which he keeps quiet. Of course, he tried teasing me back.

I had a phone interview with a potential candidate to join our team at work. Unfortunately, this person cannot send me any samples of his work due to a nondisclosure agreement that he had signed. My guy said that I enjoy shooting people down because I am a self-professed picky person, which made me shake my head.

At work, it is more difficult for my guy to come over to my desk, to massage my neck or briefly grope my breast. He tried on two separate occasions, only two have colleagues stop by and chat with us.

I could tell throughout the afternoon that my guy was looking at me with his I-want-you stare. When we were both standing up in our cubicles, his eyes occasionally looked down at my lower-cut t-shirt that I had on.

He had made a joke about having a "quickie" when talking about his brief two-day trip to Bangkok. Another colleague had picked up what he had hinted at, but my guy played the innocent boy part, which we all knew was unconvincing.

At 18:00, I decided to pack up. I engaged my guy in a bit of a conversation. He got his coffee mug and we both headed into the kitchen. As soon as the door had closed, we both faced each other.

"You look good," he complimented. "Do you wanna meet at our usual place?"
"Sure," I said. "For a quickie."

He smiled and then swatted my left buttock. I was turned on.

We met at our usual spot. I had arrived there a bit sooner than he did. I got into the backseat of his car and called it the treehouse. I felt like I was climbing into one. It was our own little world. He liked that nickname.

"I love what you are wearing," he confided. "I love your fitted top. I can see your black bra through the gap between the buttons."

His fingers immediately went to unbutton my top. He told me that he absolutely loved the sight of my wearing a black bra.

We kissed. We kissed a lot. It's our usual routine, which we both enjoy. He has a way of using his full lips to grip my bottom lip. He is a wonderful kisser.

He tenderly groped my right breast, eventually taking it out of my bra to play with my nipple. It didn't take much for the nipple to become erect. He did something different. He pinched my nipple hard. I didn't know what to make of it at first, but it did turn me on. You could tell that I was aroused by how passionately I was kissing him.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I pulled down both my panties and jeans. He played with my pussy. I was on my back. He was kind to ask if I was comfortable. I was. I asked if he was okay and he was.

He played with my pussy. He told me that he had missed it. I had to remind him of the new nickname that he had given my pussy last week. Soon, he was also fingering my butt and calling me his whore. I loved it. I eventually came and ended up limp in his arms.

He held me in a lovingly way afterward. He told me to relax and enjoy the moment. We talked about the nipple-pinching. It took a bit of time for me to process what had happened. I didn't mind the pinching. He thought that since I liked my bottom smacked and pinched that it would make sense that I may like my nipple pinched.

He playfully tickled me. I tenderly played with his chest, which I find highly sexy. Sometimes, I think that he is surprised that I get aroused touching his chest and playing with his chest hair. He appreciates that I do, though. He playfully spanked my right buttock.

After I had recovered from being pleasured, he looked again at my black bra contrasting my skin and immediately lowered his pants and underwear. His cock was hard. Without hesitation, I began giving him a handjob.

"I love looking at your perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around my cock," he said.
"I am glad that you let me do this to you," I said, which got him immediately excited.
"I didn't get a massage in Bangkok because no one can make me feel so good like you do," he admitted, which made me smile.

He told me to suck on his erect penis. I sucked on its head as if it were a popsicle. I then went to lick the length of his hard cock before working it in my mouth.

I am still a novice at blowjobs, but I find that I gag now and again. He was so aroused that he tried to shove as much of his cock down my throat. He liked the look of it in my mouth, often sweeping my hair away from my face so he could get a better view.

He then ordered me to pull his cock out of my mouth and to kiss him. I obeyed. We kissed as I went back to giving him a handjob.

His kiss was not only passionate, but strong. There was an intensity to it that I had never felt before until today. He was so aroused. It showed when he finally ejaculated. He had quite the release. I was flattered. He felt good. I could sure tell.

"You are so special," he told me. "I love being with you in our treehouse."
"You're not so bad yourself," I said, hugging him tightly.

We spent a bit of time looking at his travel pictures on his cell phone. We share an interest in photos. It's incredible what you learn about your partner after sex.

Pet names for private parts

Fairly early in our relationship, my guy referred to his penis as him or he. I found it rather strange and asked whether he had a name. He didn't.

So, a good week later, I came up with a name for his penis, which my guy liked. To this day, we use this pet name for his cock. It's nice. It's like a secret code name that only we understand.

Last week, he told me that he loved my pussy. I said that she loved him, too. Naturally, it didn't have a name. So, he gave her one. We now have pet names for our private parts.

I haven't asked whether he would like to name my backside. We'll see whether that flies.

Being spanked in a wheelbarrow position... how intriguing!

I have been intrigued by being spanked in a wheelbarrow position, which I saw on Cherry Red Report's recent blog posting.

I have watched the free video on how she is spanked in this position. I love how the spanker methodically spanks each cheek. It turns me on that he gropes and pinches her backside. I have a feeling that it is a position in which I would like to try with my guy.

My guy would probably go a step further. After spanking, groping, and pinching my bare backside, he would finger and pleasure me afterwards.

I will need to discuss this new scenario. After all, he is still planning my birthday spanking. He won't tell me what is in store for me. He has only hinted that my backside will be various shades of red.

Passionate kissing, fingering, and jerking off on a Friday

Yesterday, I went to an all-female luncheon with a bunch of colleagues. It was at a local buffet. I can't shovel down food as much as I used to. It's good. I'm glad I didn't, for being sluggish when you want to be intimate with your guy isn't exactly hot.

My guy and I had quite the chatting session going on at work in the afternoon. He thinks that I am funny. I do have a twisted sense of humour. I am the office clown, which balances my serious work ethic.

At the luncheon, the human resources woman asked our new colleague what she thought of me. I joked that I shouldn't hear the feedback. My new colleague said that I am good at explaining things to her and that she appreciates my responses. I told her that I didn't even pay her to say such niceties.

In the office, I thanked our new colleague for the kind words. My guy had to chime in when I said that I rarely hear good things from folks about my work.

"Nobody has told you that you do great work?" he questioned.
"Not to my face," I pointed out. "They do behind my back."
"Well, we'll have to change that. Let's start now by saying that you're wearing a lovely green, short-sleeved t-shirt."

My guy makes me smile. I was standing up when we were talking. He blew me a kiss. He is sweet.

We left work at 18:00. He is off to Bangkok on business all next week. We talked about what he was going to there while we waited for the elevator.

We got in an empty elevator. He stood next to me. The doors closed. He lightly pushed me up against one of the walls. He wrapped his arms around me and planted quite the sensual kiss. I couldn't help but to put my arms around his upper back and continue kissing him. It was such a passionate moment. When we got to the ground floor, we unlocked lips.

"Wow, that was amazing," I said. He nodded in agreement.
"Do you want to make out?" he asked me.
"Sure, if you have time," I said.

We both drove to our regular spot. We got into his car's backseat. He held my hand. I squeezed it. Our lips locked once again.

"I have missed those lips of yours," he said. "They are so soft and smooth. You are killing me!"

I normally have my right hand either caressing his neck or head, or touching his chest. I actually did all three. When my hand got to his chest, while we were kissing, I unbuttoned one button on his short-sleeved shirt and placed my hand under it. I loved tenderly touching his hairy chest. I have never initiated such a move before. I could tell that he liked it. He unfastened a few more buttons. I continued to touch his chest.

We kissed for a long time, which is pretty standard for us. His hand briefly fondled my right breast. He then quietly asked if he could touch me. I was incredibly game.

"I love touching your pussy," he said, skillfully fingering it. "It's so wet."

He fingered my pussy and my butthole simultaneously. It felt good.

"You like it when I finger your pussy and asshole, don't you?" he asked, rhetorically. "You're just a slut."
"Yes, I am," I responded, feeling really good.

I eventually came. I rested my head on his chest after and thanked him.

"I have never been so turned on anyone's chest but yours in my life," I said. He chuckled and continued to hug me.

We kissed some more. I kissed his cheek and chin briefly, before I went back to his full lips. My hand went back to touching his chest, which slowly made its way down to his crotch. I found his penis. It was incredibly erect. I moaned.

He unbuckled his belt, took his slacks off, and pulled out his hard cock. I wrapped my manicured fingers around it. He looked down and was so turned on. I worked diligently on giving him a handjob. We continued kissing. He came on my hand. I love the warmth of his semen on my hand.

My guy is quite the gentleman. He always wipes me off first with paper towel before he wipes himself.

We talked for quite a bit.

"What would you like me to bring back from Bangkok for you?" he asked me.
"A massage," I joked. He had teased me in the past that he was going there for a massage. "It's thoughtful of you to think of getting me a present."
"No girl in Bangkok can make me feel as good as when I am with you," he said rather smoothly. "I love being with you."
"I enjoy hanging out with you," I said, resting my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of mine.
"How about knuckles?" he asked me.
"What?" I asked him.
"I can get you brass knuckles," he said calmly.
"Do you want to see me beat up someone?" I asked, which made him laugh.

He is sweet and thoughtful.

"I will miss you," I said, with my usual frankness.
"It's only for a week," he pointed out.
"I know, unlike the four weeks that you were away."
"I know," he nodded while holding me.
"That four weeks wasn't as bad for me than the three weeks that you were away. I am not sure why."
"Maybe you're getting used to my travel schedule," he observed.
"I don't know if I can ever get used to it. Your time away didn't hurt as much as it used to."

We embraced for quite some time. I couldn't help but kiss him. We hugged one last time before we went our separate ways. I will miss him, but I know that I am loved. He knows that he is loved right back.

As for being spanked by him, my birthday is in two weeks. He is planning how to administer my birthday spanking, which is one reason why I haven't been spanked much these days. He is making me wait in anticipation. It kills me, but I am sure that the wait will be worth it.

Why I love sucking cock - the challenge!

I would have never predicted that I would be writing about why I love sucking cock. It is quite the topic for me to write about, but I am up (pun intended) for the challenge. This post has been brought to you by Spanky's fine post to all Cock-Worshipping Subs.

I am new to the art of giving a blowjob. I only started several months ago.

When I was married, I didn't feel inclined to give my now ex-husband a blowjob. It was mostly because he wasn't exactly the most hygienic guy that I knew. I never liked the fact that he could go a few days without taking a shower. As our marriage rolled on, my love for him diminished. In a nutshell, he had a lot of demons and his priorities came first most of the time. Mine often took a backseat.

My first cock-sucking experience was with my guy. After being punished with a crop that he had bought exclusively to use on me, at one point, he asked me to kiss the head of his cock. Not only did I kiss it, but I put it in my mouth. I loved how soft and smooth his penis was when I had first kissed it. I couldn't help but be curious about what it was like to have his cock expand in my mouth. It was a good introduction and experience for me. My guy was so sweet and patient with me. I also enjoyed sucking him while I was on my back and he was on top of me.

Over the months, I have had a lot of practice sucking and pleasing him. I love playing with his balls. I want to suck and lick them one of these days. I am curious. I am also eager to please.

I enjoy the role-playing that we do. Whenever I give him a blowjob, he likes calling me a slut and a whore. I get aroused when he does, too. It's mostly because I am truly a goody-goody, which would perhaps explain why I enjoy being spanked and called names in the bedroom. I qualify his name-calling by saying that I am his exclusive sex slave, waiting to satisfy every sexual need that he has and demands from me. It turns him on immensely.

As of late, we have been experimenting by having me suck and jerk him off. I love switching between the two. He often looks at my manicured nails wrapped around his erect penis and gets incredibly turned on. I like when he tells me that he likes when my tongue licks the length of his hard cock. It's as if I were licking a popsicle. He is just that yummy.

One of my favourite brief conversations with him was as follows:

"I love it when you suck me," he said, with his eyes closed, enjoying what I was doing to him.
"I love it when you let me," I replied, obviously pulling out his erect member to talk before going back to work. Needless to say, he came shortly thereafter.

So, that's it from this novice cock-sucking girl. I love the pleasure that both my guy and I derive from my giving him a blowjob. I feel like I have accomplished something wonderful when he comes after all the hard work I have done sucking, licking, and playing with his erect penis. I get horny when he playfully scolds me. I enjoy when he grabs my hair in our role-playing and tries to get me to suck all of him in my mouth. It's hot. He has told me that it turns him on to see his penis in my mouth. I get turned one giving him a blowjob, especially with a sore, red bottom from being spanked by him.

Ear infection and wanting to be spanked in an elevator

For the past few days, I have been battling an ear infection. My hearing is muffled, but it only affects my left ear. I spent most of the morning at the doctor's office. I am on antibiotics for the next week. Here's hoping that my ear drains soon.

Yesterday, I went to work. I got to see my guy. We talked for quite a bit.

My guy and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to seeing the glass being half empty (him) or half full (me), as the saying goes. We both agreed that it's almost better to have lower expectations about something, so you don't get as disappointed. That happened to me a few months ago. He had never seen me so down in spirits.

I told him that he did the sweetest thing that day by taking the elevator down to the basement. We got off the elevator and he hugged me. He told me that everything would be okay. I felt safe and reassured. I melted in his arms. I felt comforted.

Yesterday, I thanked him. I was a bit late, but I felt obligated. I told him that I have fond memories of being with him in various elevators. He smiled and nodded in agreement.

I find being in an elevator to be a turn-on for me. My guy and I often hug and kiss in one when we are together -- just the two of us in the elevator. We have thought about trying to stop the elevator so we can just make out, but the elevators at our workplace don't have that capability unless we are truly trapped.

My guy gropes me from time to time when we're taking the elevator. I find it highly stimulating.

Courtesy: Top Yaps

I often fantasize about being bent over in an elevator, having my skirt lifted up, my panties taken down, and being spanked. I love the idea of being trapped in an elevator and having no place to escape from a hard, well-deserved spanking.

One of these days, we'll need to find an elevator that we can temporarily stall. In the meantime, I do enjoy making out in one. We did that yesterday. We hugged and kissed. Too bad we don't work on the 65th floor.

Jerking and sucking - a nice way to kick off the weekend!

Friday. The day couldn't have arrived any sooner.

I spent some decent time at work this afternoon talking to my guy. He looked at me longingly at one point and told me that I have a nice smile. It isn't the first time that he has mentioned it. Today, it was wonderful to hear.

Towards the end of the day, he told me that he was going to do some work. Yes, he was attempting to do work at 17:30 on a Friday evening. I told him that he was crazy.

"Yes, I am going to do some work. I have 1.5 hours left."
"I was going to suggest something else, but you're in work mode," I said.
"You're making me feel guilty," he admitted. "Should I feel this way?"
"I don't know," I said, testing the waters.
"How about we compromise and I work till 18:00," he said.
"Okay," I replied.

Sure enough, we left work at 18:00, as promised. He asked me about why I didn't like hearing my recorded voice. We got into an empty elevator. I started to explain why I can't bear to hear my recorded voice. He came up to me. I couldn't help but to wrap one hand around him, cradling the back of his neck with my right hand, and touching his sexy chest with my left. He hugged me with one hand and grabbed my right buttock with his other hand. We locked in a passionate kiss.

"We'll talk later," he said after our kiss, which made me smile.

The floor was wet on the main floor. My stride is a lot better these days. I felt more confident walking across it. My pinched nerve is slowly regenerating, but I am making huge progress.

We drove to our usual hangout. We parked. We got into the backseat of his roomy car.

We held hands. He told me that I was cute and funny. He loved my smile. He thought that my chin was adorable. He loved how my new haircut framed my face nicely. He loved my body. I was getting a bit embarrassed and rested my head on his stomach briefly, before I went ahead and kissed him.

We kissed a lot. His hand moved down to my breasts. He cupped them. He played with my nipples. We continued to French kiss. I love kissing him. The feeling is mutual, thankfully!

That time of the month for me was nearing an end, but I was still off limits. I apologized to him. He was okay, especially when I said that I could focus on him more.

He pulled down his corduroy pants and grey underwear. He pulled out his erect cock. I held it and started working methodically to jerk him off.

We like role-playing where I am a slave to his sexual needs and he tells me how I need to please him. We experimented today.

"I want you to suck me... now," he said, while I was jerking him off.
"Yes, sir," I said obediently, inserting the tip of his cock in my mouth, ramming my tongue down the hole, and continuing to wrap my mouth down his erect member's shaft.

He told me to stop and to jerk him off. So, I did like a good girl.

"You like sucking cock, don't you?"
"Yes, like the slut that I am," I stated. "I am here to please you. I only like sucking your cock."

He asked me to suck his cock some more. This time, he told me to lick and suck it. I obeyed. I was then instructed to jerk him off.

He ordered me to suck him again. I didn't hesitate. I went back to work. This time, he took me by the back of my neck and pushed me to suck his cock more. I didn't gag, but I found it to be arousing. It wasn't a forceful push, but it was enough to get more of his member in my mouth. At one point, he held my hair just to see how his cock looked in my mouth. He found it to be incredibly sexy.

My guy told me to jerk him off. I made a sound after taking his cock out of his mouth, as if I had been sucking a popsicle. I couldn't resist kissing him. Our kiss was strong and passionate. We were both turned on, especially when I was jerking him off as we were kissing. His hand moved down my right side to my hip. He then put his hand under my panties and groped my right buttock as we continued to kiss and jerk him off. He eventually came. It was wonderful.

As always, we tend to talk. I have labelled our chat after sex as "dopey talk." We both like talking, but he is so relaxed and drained afterward that he says the funniest stuff.

"Sometimes, people do good things," he started to explain to me. "Sometimes, they do bad things."
"Ooh, that's deep," I teased, which made up both burst out laughing.

It's no surprise that I like shopping at Gap, especially after I had lost sixty pounds. He teases me about it.

"Gap is crap," he said. I immediately made a pouty face, which made him smile and melt.
"Oh, no," he said. "The Gap looks great one you. It doesn't on me," he explained as he tried to hug me.

One of the best parts of our time after sex was seeing a large spider crawl across my knees.

"Ah, a spider!" I exclaimed, although I was rather calm. My guy killed it.
"I am surprised that you didn't scream," he said. "Most women would be freaked out."
"I'm not a screamer," I said, smirking. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

The other best part after sex? We both said that we like talking and confiding in each other. We hugged for a long time. He is the perfect gentleman. He's mine, too. I am so lucky.

Making out at work, in an elevator, and in a car

My guy came back in town on the weekend. On Monday morning, we immediately communicated on Skype. I could tell that he missed me.

"If you're coming into work today, you're welcome to attend my presentation," he told me.
"I may attend, if I can find a doodle pad," I teasing, suggesting that I may find it boring.

I did go into work in the afternoon. I got my haircut on the weekend. He noticed.

Unfortunately, he was caught speeding on the weekend. He is attempting to fight the charge. He was depressed, which concerned me. I did try to cheer him up by being my funny self. It worked, but it took some time.

Towards the end of the day, I had asked him a question about his presentation. He came over and sat on my desk. We talked. I was so tempted to touch him. Instead, he talked some more, and massaged the back of my neck. It was sensual, relaxing, and quite arousing. His hand went down my purple sweater, massaging the upper part of my back. He then cupped his hand under my chin and caressed it. He then went to sit at his desk.

Yep, we talked briefly on Skype. He wanted to know if I was up for a making-out session. I was, but it was that time of the month for me. Instead, I offered to please him. He was game.

We met at the elevators. The first one came, but it was full. So, we waited. It was just the two of us.

"So, how are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm good," I replied. "But, I am concerned about you."
"I'm okay," he stated confidently, scanning me up and down with his eyes. "You look yummy."

We got into the elevator. We were the only ones in there. The doors closed. He came over and our lips locked into a passionate kiss. Our hands were in a tight, warm embrace. We got the the ground level.

"That was nice," I said, smiling, and squeezed his hand.

We drove to our usual location. We got into the backseat of his car. I could tell that he was horny.

He held my left hand and kissed it. Our lips locked again. We kissed for a bit before we both came up for air.

"I have missed kissing your full lips," he whispered. 

He moved my right hand down to his crotch. His member was getting erect.

He unzipped my sweater. He noticed the black bra that I was wearing underneath it.

"That black bra is so sexy. You are killing me!"

We kissed some more. He groped my breasts and played with my nipples. I played with his penis some more. Finally, he unzipped his pants and lowered his underpants. I took out his hard cock and proceeded to give him a handjob.

He played with my hair. At one point, his hand went down my underpants and he groped my right buttock. He hugged me as I worked diligently on making him come. He eventually did. His semen oozed warmly over my hand. He immediately got some tissues and wiped my hand down first, before proceeding to clean himself up. He is quite the gentleman.

My guy and I talked for a bit. Towards the end of our conversation, he held my left hand and looked at it.

"You have beautiful nails. I love your fingers, your ring, and how smooth your hands are," he said, sweetly.

He looked at my face.

"You are sweet, smart, funny, and cute. I love your haircut," he said, playing with the locks framed around my face.

He looked at the black hairband around my wrist. He wasn't a fan of it. Like the playful guy that I love, he snapped it.

"Ow!" I said.
"That'll remind you to take it off your wrist the next time we're together."

I know that once that time of the month is over, I will be over his knee.

My guy's birthday spanking = my birthday spanking

My guy and I have talked about spanking him. He is curious. I playfully swat his backside now and again, but he has yet to get his first spanking.

His birthday has come and gone for this year. I like this birthday spanking video. I would be happy to receiving such a birthday spanking to mark my guy's special occasion. I don't think that I could last that long with such hard blows, but I would love my backside to glow and smart like Sarah's does.


My birthday is a month away. I can't wait.

Birthday spanking - counting feature is new for me

My birthday is a month away. I tend to look forward to my birthday because I enjoy receiving a sound birthday spanking.

I like thinking about how I will be spanked. I love being spanked over my pajama bottoms at roughly the stroke (pun intended!) of midnight, which then come off. I then get spanked over my panties. They ultimately come off and all the spanker can do is watch my bare backside turn various shades of pink.

I have planted a few ideas into my guy's head on what I would like to happen to me. It isn't like he doesn't know. One element that is new, however, is counting each smack delivered out loud.

We both are quiet counters. I do think that my counting each smack that lands across my backside will excite me even more. My guy will like it because it's an added embarrassment for me, which he tends to enjoy when we are role-playing.

The question is whether I should count before or after each smack. I would like to count after each smack is delivered. I will be struggling to register each smack before I can utter the number out loud. I will be in some pain that I may get it wrong. If my guy has to start from the beginning because I have made an error, I would be okay with it.

Without even asking him, my guy told me that he wants to pinch my bottom hard. I will get a pinch for ever year that I have been on this planet.

I can guarantee that I will be a happy birthday girl with a glowing, sore bottom that day. My birthday seems so far away.

Reminiscing and having phone sex

My guy is away on business this week. Last Friday, the last thing that I had said to him was that I didn't think that we were going to connect while he was on the road. We did yesterday. It was unexpected.

I had logged on to Skype at midnight. I rarely do that. He was online. He rarely is up that late when he is on the road. We talked.

We tend to briefly reminisce about how we felt the last time we were together. We are both fairly reflective people. He told me that he missed me. He missed touching me. He missed massaging my neck. I missed all of that. I remember how relaxed and sensual his fingers were when he massaged my neck last Thursday.

I had mentioned briefly in my previous post that he loved how I looked when I was standing outside, with my hair whipping around, as it was windy.

"You looked so damned sexy," he admitted. "I wanted to kiss you in the parking lot."

My right nipple, on that day, was erect. My guy is pretty observant when it comes to my nipples. I was a bit embarrassed at first. However, I was okay with it. I told him that he was the reason.

We had phone sex last night. It was wonderful. He likes the idea of having me be his slut when we are fantasizing, simply because it is definitely far removed from who we are. I like the idea of pleasing him and doing whatever he wants me to.

"I want to inflict pain, to see how badly you want to suck my cock," he said.
"What kind of pain?" I asked curiously.
"I want to pinch your nipples hard," he stated. "I then want to bend you over and spank your ass hard until you beg me to stop."

Needless to say, I was incredibly turned on. I miss being spanked by him. I wanted to be in his hotel room. Last night was special, though. We both agreed.

Missing me and our makeout sessions

Work is still crazy. However, my guy and I still managed to spend some quality time together this week.

On Tuesday, my guy initiated a messaging conversation on Skype. He normally does this when he truly misses me. He seems to miss me more when it is a long weekend and we are apart.

"Are you coming into work today?" he asked me.
"To borrow your question, do you miss me?" I asked him.
"Let me just say that work isn't as fun when you're not here," he responded.
"Hmm... I love when your response is up for interpretation..."

I did get to work in the afternoon. I was busy training a new colleague. He was busy getting a presentation completed. However, we still got to talk to each other that afternoon. We stood outside. He looked at my hair whipping around in the wind and told me that he loved how I looked.

On Thursday, I was at work in the afternoon. He said hi to me when he had come back from a training course. We had a decent conversation before I had to talk to a couple of people. Finally, when I got back to my desk, I had to ask him a question. He quickly came over to my desk and started caressing the back of my neck. It was incredibly relaxing.

"That's so nice," I said, in a relaxed voice. I was enjoying his gentle massage.
"Do you want to make out?" he whispered in my ear.
"I'd like that."

So, we headed over to our usual hangout. Even though it has been a while since we had done so after work, it seemed normal to us. We parked our cars and we headed into the backseat of his car.

Normally, he initiates most of the moves. It was mutual on this day. We talked for a bit. I held him hand and squeezed it. He reciprocated the squeeze.

Without saying a word, we both adjusted our positions so that we were facing each other. I touched his face with my right hand and initiated a rather passionate, long kiss. 

"I have missed your lips," he said to me, once we came up for air.
"Likewise," I said, as we continued to kiss.

His hand moved to my breast. He cupped it for a bit, before his hand went under my short-sleeved, purple shirt and caressed my breast. He then took my bra off and played with my nipples.

As for me, my hand had moved from his face, to the back of his neck, and then to his chest. He has a toned, sexy chest that I find highly attractive.

His hand moved down to my crotch. He undid the button on my brown chinos and I unzipped them. My panties slid down. His hand moved to my pussy. He was fingering me for a bit and moved to fingering my butt. I was incredibly turned on, probably because I was touching his bare chest, running my hand through his chest hair.

I eventually came. It was wonderful. I love when he kisses me on my head and forehead afterward.

"I love that you don't have an undershirt," I remarked. "I love your chest."

He smiled. I knew that he liked that I had noticed that he had been working out again. I just didn't have to say it in so many words.

My hand reached down to his crotch to stroke his manhood. I am not sure what we did that made me stop, but I repeated the same move. His member was getting harder. Finally, I put my pants back on and he removed his, along with his briefs. He was clearly erect.

My guy gets turned on when he sees me as his whore. He had his right hand on my right buttock as I was giving him a handjob.

"I like when you hold my cock and please me," he said with his eyes closed.
"I like when you let me," I responded, which got him even more turned on.

He came and was relaxed afterward. I always have referred to his relaxed mood as his dopey state. It is almost like he can barely function after he has ejaculated.

"I have missed having dopey talk," he said, obviously in dopey mode. "We have the best talks."

I continued to hug him. It is nice that I have him back for a bit.

Reflections of being spanked after getting hitched

I visited the Spanking Blog, as I normally do, and am going down memory lane. The post, Spanking his new bride, is making me feel a bit nostalgic tonight.

Sure, my only marriage ended in a divorce, but being spanked after we got married was wonderful. I remember the day fondly, despite the outcome over a decade later.

We got married at Old City Hall. Our honeymoon was modest. We checked into a hotel. The first thing we did was spank each other.

My husband had me lay across the bed. He lifted up my gown, and spanked me hard with his hand over my panties and hosiery. I reciprocated by spanking him over his briefs. And, we continued spanking each other, alternating between who would give and receive. We were in love, horny, and sore.

It wasn't a perfect marriage. However, I do recommend a good spanking on one's wedding night and many more nights afterwards.

Purposely creating a reason to be spanked soon

The anticipation is building.

I went to work today. I was debating whether I wanted to. Considering that my new colleague hadn't asked any questions about a current assignment and a new one that I didn't fully understand, I felt that I needed to go into the office.

I love hearing my guy's voice. It's unmistakeable. He was talking to one colleague as I was talking to another one. He came over to where I was sitting after he was done conversing.

"Hey," he said, touching my left shoulder tenderly. "It's not Wednesday."
"I know," I said. "I come into the office three times a week, but I'm pretty unpredictable. I even go to work in the morning sometimes."

Yep, my guy has been away for a month. Things change here and there.

A colleague and I then talked about our experiences wearing braces to straighten our teeth growing up. My guy indicated that he wanted to get braces.

"You have a nice smile," I said. "You don't need braces."
"My teeth are crooked," he pointed out.
"Crooked, to match your personality?" I teased.

He laughed. Of course, I like planting a seed like that for a playful reason to be spanked by him.

Towards the end of the day, we were talking and he looked at me for the longest time.

"Has anyone told you that you're attractive, cute, and sweet?"
"Just you," I replied.

He admitted that he was admiring my backside from afar. It's nice to have him back home again.

My guy is back in town!

It's tough being in a relationship with someone who is on the road fairly often. My guy has been away for just over a month. This afternoon, he came into the office after flying home on a bunch of flight segments, which totalled 36 hours.

He looked pretty refreshed when he walked into the office. It was nice to lay eyes on him. Mind you, looking at him is easy on my eyes. Then again, I am biased.

There has been a lot of change since he was last in the office. I have been training a colleague who will be taking some of my workload off my plate. I finally had the opportunity to introduce her to him. He immediately asked me if I was feeling less stressed. It's still early in the game (I was doing the workload of nearly four people), but it's nice that I have someone else to help me out. It's a question of training my new colleague these days.

Although my guy said that he was tired, we continued talking. We have a colleague, Swiss Miss, who is here for a few more months before she returns back to her homeland. Although Swiss Miss seems more confident when she talks these days, she still asks tons of questions about work that she should know by now. Her questions make her seem like she lacks confidence. My guy and I had the following conversation.

"She is young," he indicated. "She hasn't even started university."
"Yes, I know," I indicated, except that when I was twenty years of age, I wasn't that needy.
"She needs a lot of hand-holding," noted my guy. "I would love to be hand-held by you, too."
"You are still the charming, sweet talker that I know," I said, smiling. "You're so smooth."
"I have missed you," he admitted. "I have missed your charming smile, your cute chin, ... you look good."
"You are starting to embarrass me with your flattery," I admitted, still smiling.
"I hope that you don't go into the fetal position," he stated, also smiling.
"I may have to under my desk," I said. "But, thanks [for the compliments.] Not to change the subject, but you look good in baby blue."

He smiled, not because I actually was changing the subject, but that he liked what I had said. He was wearing a shirt that I have never seen him wear. It was a blue, short-sleeved polo shirt. The baby blue colour brought out his eyes. He looked so good in it. He also revealed that it was one of his favourite shirts.

Towards the end of the day, we both walked out the door. I walked ahead of him. My guy didn't realize that another male co-worker was behind him until we all got into the elevator. My guy didn't bother holding the door for him.

Yes, my guy was too distracted at looking at my backside. It's nice that my guy is back. I am sure that my bottom will be sore again once he has had plenty of sleep and rest.

Groping and patting in a music video

I love when my guy gropes my backside and playfully swats it in public.

The other day, I was watching Live! with Kelly and Kip Moore was a guest on the show. I saw his video, "Somethin' bout a truck," playing as a lead-in to Kip's segment. His girl in the red sundress gropes him at the two-minute mark of this video.



As an added bonus, his girl also swats his backside moments later. It's good, clean fun... with an ice cold beer!

Counting while being spanked

Bare with me here (pun wasn't intended... honest!), as I take you through my twisted mind.

All week, Live! with Kelly has been giving moms money for doing various game show-like activities. At the end of the game, based on how many dolls had fresh diapers on them or how many mom singers were identified when their songs were played, mom contestants would get $100 for each correctly diapered doll or correct answer, respectively.

The counting of each hundred-dollar bill stimulated me. It was a bit of a surprise, at first. Just hearing the audience and the co-hosts shout, "One! Two! Three!" in unison reminded me of getting spanked.

I like being spanked on my birthday. One reason is that I like getting spanked my age over a clothed bottom, over my panties, and then across my bare bottom. The interesting tidbit is that I have never been asked to count each smack across my backside out loud. I do, however, count in my head, which turns me on.

Would I enjoy the semi-embarrassment of counting each smack that I get? I would need to explore this option. My guy, for instance, does keep tabs on how many smacks that he is administering. He, too, counts quietly.

To me, this observation is eye-opening. I am a numbers gal. I nearly majored in mathematics, but settled to minor in the subject as an undergraduate student. Although I have always enjoyed math, my love for the subject would have been heightened if I had applied it to something enjoyable, like spankings.

When I get to see my guy next week, I will need to see if my counting the swats that I receive would arouse us.

I haven't talked much about my guy as of late. The other day, he had told me that his mom had to go into the hospital for an emergency procedure. My guy handles stress well and he took this past week off to be with her. They are both doing well.

I am about to hit the sack. Sadly, counting sheep doesn't turn me on.

Spank-me-hard cookies

I came across this picture a while back and loved it. I imagine that I had found it around Valentine's Day.

Heart-shaped sugar cookies in this picture represent who I am. I'm not saying that I am someone who sugarcoats what I say. I am quite the opposite. I am far too candid to know how to sugarcoat anything that I say.

I have been told by many folks over the years that I am a "nice person" or that I'm "sweet." I suppose that these characteristics are true, particularly when many of these folks do not know one another. I didn't pay them to make these flattering comments, either!

Perhaps my personality makes me enjoy receiving a sound spanking more. I have never truly done anything bad in my life to get me in serious trouble. I get turned on about the notion of getting a spanking. I love the anticipation of getting punished because I have been a bad girl. I want to be spanked. I ache for a spanking sometimes. As the heart-shaped cookie mentions, I want to be spanked hard.

I absolutely love it when my guy makes up the most ridiculous reasons for my getting a spanking. If I am not online when he wants to talk to him, my lack of online presence merits my getting paddled. When I tease him relentlessly, he will pull me over his lap, pull down my pants, and spank me with his hand. When I provoke him by saying that my backside doesn't hurt as much, he lowers my panties and spanks me harder, which makes me playfully regret pushing him to spank me that hard.

I enjoy being spanked for several minutes. My guy is methodical about spanking my bottom, which I appreciate. I get even more aroused when he tells me why I have been bad as he smacks my buttocks.

One of these days, I will need to bake heart-shaped cookies and let him know that I deserve a spanking from him. I probably need another batch to indicate that I want to be pinched hard, too.

Spankings and a sexy chest

I haven't written for a bit. It's mostly because my guy is on the road still. We have been pretty busy with work as of late. So, connecting online or over the phone has been quite the challenge.

Don't worry. I have been thinking a lot about being spanked these days. I do miss my guy spanking me, but his physical absence makes me appreciate all the spankings that I have had from him so far.

This observation will seem a bit odd to some. I miss my guy's chest. Weird, huh?

His chest was one of the first parts of his body that I had touched when we first met. We embraced at work, with my breasts touching his toned chest. I remember wrapping my arms around him, but I have already remembered how comforting it was to be pressed up against his chest.

After sex, I like cudding up to him and often rest my head against his chest. I can hear his heart beating. I always feel safe in his arms. He doesn't mind that I cuddle up to him as if I were a cat.

When we kiss, I usually have my hand on his chest. When he spanked me with the leather side of my fuzzy purple paddle, with both of us standing up, I hugged him tightly, which he liked. My bare backside was smarting. I had to cling to someone!

My guy does have a sexy chest. I enjoyed the first time I touched it. His bare chest. I loved kissing and caressing it.

My guy will be back home in over a week. It is rough when I long to be with him. I am sure that there will be plenty of opportunities to be over his knee and spanked hard. I can't wait to cuddle up to him and hear his heartbeat again.

Your Internet connection is poor, so spank me!

Last night, my guy and I were trying to connect on Skype. Unfortunately, his hotel's Internet connection was exceptionally sluggish. He could hear me fine, but his voice was choppy.

We tried to reconnect, but it didn't work out. I was a bit bummed by the entire ordeal. He had told me, from what I could make out with every second syllable, that he missed me. I wrote him an e-mail, saying that I felt the same way about him, but that it was nice to hear his voice through all that choppiness.

Tonight, we tried talking on Skype again. He called a bit later. The connection was much better.

He told me that he was putting his clothes on, which intrigued me. He had come back from dinner with a couple of folks that he was doing business with. I had to ask what he was wearing.

"I'm wearing blue shorts and a long-sleeved shirt," he replied. "I also have a hard-on."

Normally, he is the one who initiates phone sex. Today, it was me. He was asking how my day went after I had asked him about his day. After talking for a couple of minutes, I completely changed the subject. Yes, we went straight into phone sex.

"You know that you need to be punished for the bad Internet connection we had last night," he stated calmly.
"I don't think that's entirely fair," I insisted, playing the part of a pouty little girl.
"Well,  the connection was down and you are to blame," he reiterated. "You need to be spanked."
"I suppose that I can't run away from you," I said, getting aroused. "You'll eventually catch me and bend me over."
"Yes," he agreed. "I will spanking that sweet ass of yours."
"Will you use your hand to spank me?" I asked him.
"At first, yes," he said, meticulously thinking about it. "Using my hand to spank you also allows me to pinch you."

It was nice that we both came simultaneously. I was absolutely relaxed and exhausted afterwards. I felt great.

My guy has been in Munich all week. I wished him a good flight back home tomorrow and sweet dreams. He is a sweet man. I love that he thinks that my backside is sweet, too.

Travelling guy

Work is picking up for both my guy and me. My guy will be on the road for the next four weeks. As for me, I have been doing interviews with my boss to hire someone to help me out. For months, I have been doing the workload of roughly four people. I ended up feeling exceptionally overwhelmed a few weeks ago. My manager has been good about holding back a number of tasks, as we have a client who is highly demanding. I can't doing it all.

This afternoon, my guy and I got to talk briefly before we both had to get back to our work. I had my regular meeting with my manager. My guy ended up helping a programmer with code. I actually found out through my manager first that he was going to be on the road.

"How is Friday the 13th treating you?" my guy asked me when we both had a free moment at 18:00.
"[Our manager] told me that you're travelling next week."
"Yes, I'm in Germany," he stated.
"I'm really happy that you're on the road. It's what you have been waiting for," I said, genuinely happy for him.
"Yes. I am happy, too," he said confidently, but had a look of concern.

We can read how we feel. He knew that his being away for four weeks would be difficult for me. That happened a few months back. My workload got me down a couple of weeks ago. It was the first time that he had seen me so low in spirits. He actually hugged me for the longest time to tell me that things would get better. He was right. I am doing a bit better.

"It's funny. When I was recovering from surgery, I wanted to come back to work," I stated.
"Yes," my guy said, listening attentively to me.
"Now, when I have so much work thrown at me, I want to be home, on employment insurance again, earning 55% of my salary."
"And reading a book," he said, referring to a spanking book that had short stories, which I had read to him a few times.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Slapped with tons of reading time!" he said, which made me groan.

My guy is off to Germany for a week. He will then be Turkey, Egypt, and Thailand.

"I'll be in Bangkok, where there will be a number of red light districts," he said, with a sly, boyish expression on his face.
"You'll be right at home," I said, playing his game. He likes to try and make me jealous.
"I will be massaged at least 5,000 times," he said. "I'll be back here in a wheelchair afterwards, as I won't be able to walk."
"Won't there be a lot of chafing, even for you?" I stated nonchalantly, which made him laugh.

We left work at the same time.

"I'll be depressed after two weeks," I said, referring to how I felt the last time we were apart for three weeks.
"Don't be. We'll be in touch," he said, with a huge smile on his face.

The sun was still shining brightly outside. I was happy. So was he. We'll be okay, as always. It just means that we'll be having more phone sex!

Missing being touched, and being touched and missed

I can tell when my guy truly misses me. It was evident today.

He was back from a trip to Chicago on Monday. Today was his first day back at work.

My guy has two Skype accounts. One is for work. The other is his private one. I am fortunate to have both.

We primarily chat using his private account. He did just that at lunch time. He asked if I was going to be coming into the office this afternoon. After teasing him a bit, I said that I was. He wrote back that it "sound[ed] good." That was the first sign.

I got to work and we talked a bit before I had to conduct an interview. We chatted quite a bit throughout the afternoon. He then came over to my desk to show me something on his laptop. He caressed the back of my neck, which led to his hand going down the back of my sweater.

He whispered in my ear whether I'd like to have a meeting with him. I was game.

We left work just after 17:30. I got to our usual spot first. Traffic was a bit backed up, as it was the rush hour. He followed suit, parking next to my car. We both then hopped into his office, which was the backseat of his car.

He asked how I was. I put my hand on his lap and said that I was better now. He kissed my hand a number of times. I told him that I had missed his soft lips. He felt the same way about me. He told me that he missed me. The feeling was indeed mutual.

We embraced for a long time. It was nice to be held in his arms again. He proceeded to kiss me tenderly down the left side of my neck, while unzipping my sweater and playing with my right nipple. Our lips met and we kissed passionately.

He unzipped my pants. I felt his cock underneath his khaki pants. He was getting hard. We actually have a pet name for his cock, which I won't reveal here. =)

I pulled my pants and sky blue panties down. He came prepared with a blue glove. I knew that he was going to finger me. He fingered my pussy. It felt incredibly good.

"I have missed touching you," he admitted.
"I have missed your touch," I reciprocated.

He then worked on fingering my butt. It was intense. I actually came twice today.

"You like when I finger you, don't you?" he told me.
"Yes, I like when you have your way with me," I said, smiling.
"You are beautiful and incredible," he reinforced.

I have kissed his nose in the past. He thought that it was sexy and different. He reciprocated today. I enjoyed it.

He then removed his khaki pants and blue briefs. Yes, our underwear matched colour-wise and we didn't even talk about it the night before! He pulled out his hard cock. I rubbed the tip of it, which was soft to the touch. He pulled my left hand over his stomach. My right hand grabbed his cock and began giving him a handjob.

"You have such beautiful hands," he told me. "I love the look of your hand wrapped around my cock."

Probably a good five minutes later, he came all over my right hand. A lot of semen came oozing out. My job was done. I caressed the tip of his penis afterwards.

I figured out what aftershave he uses. It smells so good on him.

After we had both cleaned up, he pulled his underpants and pants up. I looked at his cell phone and asked whether he was used to it. He was.

I love his boyish charm. He showed me his favourite game on his phone, which was Scramble. We both played it for a bit. I had to laugh when he scored points for pee and peed. He gets a bit dopey after sex, so it's cute that he spells such words.

He was trying to find nipple, but couldn't form the word. He did dedicate flog to me.

"We always have so much fun together," he stated.
"I agree," I said without hesitation, hugging him as we both continued to play Scramble on his phone.

Identifying with TV characters when it comes to sex

I am not the type of person who watches brand new shows on TV. I tend to be the one who catches up on them years later. Take Buffy, for example. I still haven't seen the last two seasons, along with seasons three and four.

My guy has been away for over a week. Although I miss him, I am slowly getting used to not seeing him for such periods. It is still tough.

I watched GCB tonight. It was the episode entitled, "Sex is divine." Out of all the storylines that were played out when it comes to sex, my guy and I probably identify with Zach and Sharon the most, respectively.

Sharon had lost a lot of weight and finally got into a pair of jeans that she has not worn in over four years. She is me. I lost sixty pounds within the past year. I fit in clothes that I used to wear four years ago.

There was a scene in which Sharon and Zach had sex in the backseat of their car. My guy and I have done that on numerous occasions, mostly because we get horny as all can be at work. It would be much easier just to find a boardroom. The unfortunate part is that all boardrooms and offices at work do not have doors that lock from the inside. You can certainly lock them from the outside with a key.

There was another scene in which they had sex in their kitchen. Afterwards, they were sitting on the floor and Zach was spilling out everything as if he were a "woman." My guy has told me that he is like a woman in that he likes to chat. I am like Sharon. I don't mind it at all. I like hearing what he has to say. I like that side of him. And no, I don't find that to be feminine in any way.

The final scene of this episode put a smile on my face. Amanda went to visit Luke at a fancy hotel suite. She was nervous about having sex with him, as she has only been with one person. Luke told her that he would wait for her when she was ready -- that she was worth the wait. She, in the end, decided to push him onto the bed and said that she didn't want to wait anymore.

My guy and I started our relationship in a similar fashion. I hadn't been with a man for quite some time. He told me that he wouldn't pressure me to do anything that I didn't want to do. I longed to be with him. It was nice to actually be spanked by him the first time that we hugged and kissed each other.

I do miss my guy. This episode made me smile. We have a good relationship.

My guy is playful. The last time that we were in the backseat of his car, I showed him pictures of me (Costco card and driver's licence) before I had lost all that weight. He remarked that the change was highly noticeable.

I was debating whether to show him my picture on my health card. I had it in my hand and was looking at it. He decided to grab it, but I wouldn't let go. He proceeded to tickle me. I eventually succumbed. It was a lot of fun, even for a ticklish person like me.

Being ticklish is okay. In tonight's episode, Cricket showed that she was ticklish. Blake, her husband, didn't find giggling to be sexy. My guy seems to be okay with my giggling, simply because I can't help it. These days, he uses it to his advantage when we are being playful with each other.

My guy returns on Tuesday. Hopefully, my backside hurting from being thoroughly spanked will also resume. 

Being bratty ends with a sore bottom

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