Moodiness changes everything, but breaking a wooden spatula after a spanking mends a relationship

My guy and I had talked about meeting on Friday for some quality time in the treehouse. I had been looking forward to it all week.

Things took a bit of an unexpected nosedive.

My guy rarely logs on to Skype these days. For the past two Fridays, whenever he needed to cancel our meeting or reschedule it, he would do it on Skype. He logged on at around noon. I just knew that he wanted to cancel.

I dislike when he starts off by saying hi and the regular pleasantries that we go through. I then asked him flat out whether he was bored at work or if he had other thoughts that he wanted to share. He told me that he was in a "blah mood" and that we would "probably not meet." I was disappointed.

I told him that I knew that he would be cancelling, as he had logged on to Skype. He joked that he should break more good news on Skype. He told me not to be upset. It was too late. I was.

I decided to log off. I felt taken for granted that I am always on Skype and that he is the one who ends up changing his mind. It annoyed me.

I got to work at 14:30. I could tell that he was trying to test out the waters. He asked how I was doing. I just said that I was okay. It was clear that I didn't feel like talking to him. He tried to get me to talk about the lack of parking spaces available at work in the afternoon. I had little to say.

My guy fell asleep at his cubicle, but he did hear my talking to another colleague. I told her that she was cheering me up. I also took a dig at him when he was awake, saying that it's sometimes better not to plan anything, or one gets disappointed when plans change unexpectedly.

To take my guy's point of view, he was being kind in telling me that he wasn't in the mood for a meeting. But, it was several hours away. It seemed pretty premature to me to cancel so far in advance.

He has also been sleepy for the past few days. He doesn't know why that is. He's not preoccupied or anything. On Wednesday, he fell asleep at his cubicle. I took a picture of him using my cell phone. I did the same thing on Friday.

So, at around 17:30, my guy wrote to me on Skype. Our cubicles are so close to each other that it's almost odd to communicate by instant messaging. He asked if I was still mad. I was perturbed. He wanted to change his mind. I asked why he wanted to do that. He wanted the meeting. I told him that I wasn't in the mood for our regular meeting. I was okay with talking, though.

My guy gets nervous about talking. We did. I told him that he tends to schedule everything because it's convenient for him on his own terms. All I do is wait. I'm just there. I'm tired of it. He thought that I was upset that we weren't meeting as often as I would like. That wasn't my problem.

I went on to say that it was a pattern that he cancels on Fridays. He disagreed. What I should have said was that it's what I see because I am far more intuitive than he gives me credit for. In the end, he said, "Fair enough." I asked him whether he still wanted to meet, although I wasn't exactly in the mood anymore. He did. We ended up smiling at each other.

I had my black lacy panties on. I didn't feel like putting on a skirt. My guy looked at me and said that I "looked the same." I could tell that he wanted to see me in a skirt, but his mood had wrecked mine.

We drove to our spot. I handed him the wooden spatula and said that he needed to use it today before I got into the treehouse.

I could tell that we both didn't like where our conversation was headed. The way that he was rubbing my fingernails said everything. He said that it was okay for me to initiate treehouse meetings. He told me not to be on Skype all the time if I didn't want to. He embraced me tightly in his arms.

"I am sorry for being so moody, which ruined everything," he admitted.
"What are you sad about?" I asked him.
"Nothing in particular," he stated. "I woke up this way."

His right hand moved over to my butt. He first caressed it. He then began to grope it.

"I like that," I said, enjoying his hands over my jean-clad bottom.
"I like grabbing your butt," he said.

A few moments later, he told me that it was time for my spanking.

"Do you know why I need to spank you?"
"No," I said, playing dumb.

He shifted his position to the centre of the backseat. I went over his lap.

"I have to spank you because you don't say no," he explained, pinching my bottom and the massaging my clit.

The first smack with his hand landed on my left buttock. He then alternated between cheeks. He got a couple of hard pinches in, too.

The hand smacks came down harder and more frequent when he got into the groove.

"You have been bad for not wearing a short skirt. You always need to have a short skirt with you, either in your purse or in the trunk of your car."
"You didn't want to meet today, so I didn't bother," I said.
"That is the wrong response," he replied, continuing to smack my backside, except he was using the wooden spatula. "You always need to wear a short skirt for me. Do you understand?"
"No," I said defiantly, looking at his black Rockport shoes while still over his knee.
"No? You think that you have a say in this?"
"Yes," I did, challenging him to spank me.
"I tell you what to do," he stated sternly.

He used the wooden spatula hard on my backside. He likes smacking the backs of my thighs and calves with it. I was incredibly turned on by how hard he was spanking me.

His right hand went down the back of my jeans and under my black lacy panties. He knew that I was wet when he fingered my pussy. He then fingered my ass and was pleasuring me.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked me.
"No!"
"Yes, you will," he replied, using his other hand to smack my buttocks with the wooden spatula.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!" 

I started to giggle. My guy likes when I giggle and equates it to my being ticklish.

"Is your butt ticklish?" he asked me.
"No," I replied. "Our yes-no conversation is making me chuckle."

I have never laughed while being spanked. There is a first for everything.

I eventually came while over his lap. It was wonderful. I was so limp afterwards. I could barely get myself off his lap.

We kissed. It felt good.

"Touch my cock," he ordered, but it was more like a request.
"Maybe," I teased. I waited ten seconds before I did it. It was hard as can be.

After playing with his erect penis while kissing, he unfastened his belt, and pulled down both his grey trousers and blue briefs. His penis greeted me, erect as ever. It was nice to see how turned on he was. I gave him a handjob.

He told me to talk dirty to him. I told him that I was a whore, and that I wanted to be spanked and screwed by him in every possible way. I was his sex toy and was eager to please him. I told him that I wanted to be slapped around. He caressed my chin before he lightly smacked my right cheek a few times. That did it. Soon after that, he came all over my hand.

I helped him clean up. He sat there in dopey mode, which I loved seeing.

"I am glad that you changed your mind [about meeting today]," I said to him.
"I am glad that I did, too."

I told him that I had taken two pictures of him sleeping at work. He took the news well and said that he would behave. I indicated that I wouldn't blackmail him. I'd use it for our role-playing sessions instead. He wanted to see them. I said that after I have made copies of the pictures, that I'd share them with him. He laughed.

Although I feared that his moodiness earlier, which had affected my mood, may have altered our relationship, it looks like we'll be okay. I asked if he was okay. He was. He reciprocated with the same question. I was, too.

He showed me the wooden spatula. It had split. For the second time, we have broken a spanking implement.

"You have a hard ass," he joked.

We made it through the brief storm. It's nice how a meeting can fix things. I also like coming out of our meetings with a sore backside.

Melting away stress with multiple orgasms and planning a spanking session

My guy loves me. He loves being with me. The feeling is completely mutual.

I got to work on Monday. He was in a meeting. When he had a free moment, he came to see me. We started chatting. Of course, our annoying colleague who enjoys jumping into our conversations did just that. She and my guy disagreed over comments they had made about me last week.

Well, my guy was correct. I wasn't at work to hear them. He did saying something nice -- that I am truthful and I don't sugarcoat anything that I say. This colleague said that I was there when they were chatting, but she was mistaken.

My guy could tell that something was irritating me. That something was more our colleague. He is sweet in that he came over with what was left of his jar of chocolate candies. He always offers me chocolate first before he spreads the wealth. I went for the long gold-foiled one.

"It's your favourite one," he said. "I knew that you would choose it."
"You know me too well," I said, smiling at him.

A couple of hours later, he came back to his desk. Most of our colleagues had left for the day. We had a brief chat.

"So, what really was upsetting you earlier?" he asked.
"I made a factual statement to our colleague that I am doing the workload of three people. She said that she felt insulted. I found that reaction to be odd. I had to state that it wasn't meant to be an insult. Before she came to "save the day," I was doing the workload of five people. I think that if she were really doing her job these days, instead of socializing for most of her day, that she wouldn't have reacted that way."

My guy nodded. He came over to my desk and started to rub the back of my neck. I love when he does that. He then whispered whether I would like a meeting. Without really needing to ponder over that question, I nodded my head.

He was waiting for me at our usual spot. I had to change into a denim mini skirt. I also had my lacy black panties on.

I entered our treehouse. My guy could not stop looking at me. We kissed. His hand immediately went for my bare thigh. We stopped for a bit.

"Let me take a look at you," he said, looking at me from head to toe. "You are gorgeous."
"Thanks," I said, and we embraced.
"Do you want to get dopey?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said, which throws us back to when we first started flirting with each other in the office.
"I like maybe," he said, which is really closer to my saying yes. "Is your skirt from the Gap?"
"Yes," I replied.
"I am beginning to like the Gap."

My right hand was wrapped around him, caressing his back. My left hand was on his butt, occasionally playing with his belt around his waist. He had his right hand hugging me and his left hand was on my thigh, which proceeded to play with my pussy, eventually fingering my butt.

"Do you feel like a slut?" he whispered in my right ear.
"Yes, like the slut that I have always been," I replied.

I eventually came and took a break. My guy still had his fingers in my pussy. He admitted that he didn't want to take them out.

My guy likes to push the boundaries a bit from time to time. I came not twice, but three times. Every time, he would show his affection by brushing his hand over my forehead, playing with my hair, or kissing my shoulders and neck.

He played with me for a fourth time. I love when he fingers me. He is skillful at it.

"You're driving me crazy," I said in a low voice, obviously aroused by what he was doing to me.
"I love when you talk like that," he said, obviously pleased that he was doing a good job at pleasuring me.

I came. I don't recall reaching orgasm so many times in succession in recent years, but I did. I then rested in the backseat as my guy cleaned up.

My guy smiled at me sweetly. He touched my cheek and gingerly pinched my cheek.

"You are so cute," he said to me. "I didn't think that you could get cuter than you are right now, but you are."

He had briefly licked my left nipple earlier. I told him that I remembered the only other time that he had sucked it. He remembered that day fondly, too. He went ahead and sucked my left nipple some more. I loved it when his tongue circled around my hard nipple. He nibbled at it a bit. His lips creating suction was wonderful. He looked up at me and we kissed for a bit.

My guy looked at me lovingly. He removed my sandal off my left leg and placed it on the armrest in front of us. I then put my other leg up. He touched my left leg. He proceeded to massage it.

"You really love my legs," I remarked.
"I do," he admitted. He touched the back of my left thigh. "You are so smooth."
"No one has ever done that," I noted.
"The guys that you used to be with don't know how to pleasure you," he stated.

We talked some more.

"I can't believe that you have been hiding your legs from me for so long," he said with a sweet smile on his face.
"I can't go to work every day like this, you know," I stated, which he agreed.
"I am so attracted to you," he admitted. "You are everything that I need."

He is sweet. I told him that he was smooth. That trend continued.

"I love kissing you," I said to him, as we had spent another ten minutes kissing.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your lips, and how soft, full, tender, and smooth your lips are?"
"Maybe," I said with a smile on my face. "I use that word a lot, don't I?"
"I like it," he nodded. "I have never kissed anyone as long and as much as I have kissed you."
"I am honoured," I said.
"The honour is mine," he replied.

I enjoy touching his thigh. I was actually squeezing it lovingly. He liked it.

He told me that he'd like to spank me this Friday. He told me how.

"I'd put you over my knee, lift up your short skirt, and spank you with that wooden spatula over your lacy black panties."
"You'd get quite the view," I said.
"Yes, and I would do more to you while you are in that position."

I liked the last part of our meeting. He spanked my left buttock and pinched it.

"Maybe we should have done this first," he noted. I agreed. "I liked when you touched my butt earlier."
"I loved touching it. You have a cute butt."

I think that he'll be just fine when I ease him into spanking him down the road. I can't wait for Friday to arrive.

Unicorns

Renee Rose has nominated my blog for the Meta Awesomest Blog Unicorn award! Thank you so much!

It has taken me a bit of time to write a post about it, but I'd rather be late than to completely forget about it. Sometimes, life gets busy, so being a bit late is okay!

So, the award rules are as follows:

1. Include the award logo somewhere in your blog
2. Answer 10 questions you have about yourself.
3. Nominate 10 to 12 blogs you enjoy. Or you pick the number.
4. Pay the love forward: Provide your nominee’s link in your post and comment on their blog to let them know they’ve been included and invited to participate.
5. Pay the love back with gratitude and a link to the bloggers who nominated you.

 Here are ten random tidbits about me that you may have already figured out from reading my blog:

1. I like to give and receive spankings. With the ex-husband, we were both switches, although he seemed to like to get spanked than spank me towards the end (no pun intended) of our marriage. My guy spanks me these days. He is open to receiving a spanking, but I have not pressured him into it. When he is ready, I will be, too. For now, I enjoy being spanked by him, so all is good.
2. I have lived in two Canadian provinces and spent two years working in the United States. I am Canadian and never expected to move to a different country for employment, but am certainly glad that I had that opportunity.
3. I am a writer by trade. However, the professional writing that I do has a completely different style than how I write in this blog. I also write in this blog in the wee hours of the morning, so expect typos that will get fixed when I am more alert down the road!
4. Growing up, I was a tomboy. I still feel that I am. My guy is extremely supportive and encouraging. These days, I am comfortable with wearing sexy underwear and short skirts for him. They were his suggestions, but he has never forced them on me. I just want to make things fun for us and I like feeling good in them.
5. I was never spanked as a child. I was always a goody-goody. I was the geeky girl who never did anything wrong. I suppose that is one reason why I enjoy being spanked. It turns me on when my guy tells me that I have been naughty, simply because it is not the case in real life. I enjoy being bad. It's kind of my "dark side," according to my guy. He likes that side of me.
6. The thought of having anal sex both intrigues and scares me. My guy and I are novices. For the past few months, he has been fingering my butt, which we both enjoy. So, we are taking baby steps. I like the idea of being spanked and then engaging in anal sex. I wonder how it would feel for have his balls rubbing against my backside as I am pleasured from behind. What scares me is the pain that I may experience, for my guy's member isn't exactly tiny. Again, we're taking baby steps.
7. It's related to point 3, but I tend to blog after midnight. I tend to shower late at night. After I'm done, I feel relaxed and am in a blogging mood.
8. I am a music enthusiast. I have over 19,000 songs on my iPod. My guy likes music, but he isn't a fanatic like I am!
9. My guy is the first guy I have dated who is taller than I am. He is 6'. I am 5'10".
10. I can't stand listening to my recorded voice. When I pick up my voicemail and hear my voice recording, I have to immediately skip over it. It's strange, but I have been told that I have a nice voice. I just can't stand having it played back. I literally cover my ears and want to curl up in the fetal position until the pain subsides.

I would love to nominate someone for this cool award, but I am horrible at having so many great options to choose from. Seriously, anyone on my blogroll is worthy of this award. So, if you're on my blog, please feel free to participate. I would enjoy reading your answers and being in your award company!

Skirts, shorts, and panties

I had a meeting with my manager late on Friday afternoon. My guy briefly popped into our manager's office to say hi. He was done with his meetings for the week. It was actually our boss who decided to invite my guy into our regularly scheduled one-on-one meeting.

It's interesting, but I think that our manager likes chatting with both of us. Perhaps it's because we like what we do and we are both funny. This week, a colleague called me "comedy hour." Naturally, my guy needs to be there to make the hour even more humourous.

After my meeting with our manager, I went back to my desk and chatted with my guy. I could tell that today wasn't going to be a treehouse day. I had a lousy morning, so I wasn't exactly in the mood. My guy hasn't been sleeping too well, so he was yawning quite a bit.

He asked me to "shoot" when it came to dishing out why my morning was so horrible. I replied that I didn't exactly have the equipment to do much shooting, but I would try. I said it in my usual deadpan way, which made my guy laugh. Yes, we like sexual innuendos when we talk. It spices up everything.

So, I told my guy about one manager who was giving me a hard time at work. Our manager told me not to worry about it. I'm not, really. I just found this manager's constant hounding to be tedious. I told my guy everything. When I am annoyed, I tend to be funny. My guy likes listening to me, hearing my voice, and laughing at how I describe people who bug me. He got a good laugh.

My guy was waiting for 18:00 to leave work, as was I. Traffic is a bit better on the major highways on a Friday if you leave later.

"When traffic is bad on the highway, I usually get off... at [this highway exit] to shop at Costco," he stated.
"I like that pause," I said. It finally clicked in his head and he laughed hard.

My guy didn't mean to make that pause, but it was funny to me. He thought it was hilarious, too.

He revealed to me that he was so tired today that he had fallen asleep a couple of times during his meeting, but for maybe a minute or two. I said that, if I were in that room, I'd be snapping pictures of him sleeping so sweetly. He changed the topic slightly and suggested that I take pictures of my wearing a short skirt on, showing my thighs. He likes the photos that I had taken a few weeks ago with my lacy black panties on.

My guy then said something revealing. He is obviously turned on when I wear a short skirt. He loves the look of my legs and exploring what is under the skirt. I asked him about whether he feels the same way about shorts. He doesn't. I asked if he was sure. He does like it when a woman's cheeks are showing. In other words, the shorts have to be literally short and skimpy.

I would never be caught with tight shorts like that in public. However, I do like the thought of wearing them before I get spanked. Naturally, the shorts and panties would eventually be pulled down as I continued to be spanked, but it arouses me that my exposed buttocks from under those short shorts are unprotected from a spanking.

Short shorts remind me of my lacy panties. The latter are hiphuggers from Victoria's Secret. They don't completely cover my buttocks. They are comfortable and make me feel sexy in them. Perhaps it's just fine to be spanked over my lacy panties.

Maybe I don't need to invest in a pair of short shorts. However, it never hurts to browse. I like to throw an element of excitement into our fun, as does he.

Modelling a short skirt purchase in the treehouse

My guy doesn't have any planned business trips for the next few weeks. Although I am pleased that we will be spending more time together, I know how much he doesn't like sitting at his desk, catching up on work. Luckily, he has a bunch of meetings with clients for the next three business days, so he won't be too bored.

On Wednesday, he had a twenty-minute break from these meetings that were being held on the main floor of our building, in a boardroom. He came upstairs just to see me. We caught up.

"So, how was your weekend?" he asked me, as if he wasn't fully aware of what I had done.
"It wasn't long enough," I said. I knew that he would take advantage of my answer.
"That can be said about a lot of things," he said with a straight face, which made me laugh.

He talked about having a private meeting with me after he was done with his meetings.

"We need to fill a hole," he said.
"Or two," I added, which made him laugh out loud.

My guy went back to talking about my weekend.

"I heard that you went shopping," he said with a smile.
"Yes, I went to the Gap outlet," I said. He knew about my excursion.
"You bought a skirt?" he asked like a curious little boy.
"Yes, I bought a few."
"Are you going to show me?" he asked. I could tell that he was getting aroused.
"Maybe," I teased.
"I like maybe," he smiled.
"I know. It's closer to a yes in your books," I hinted.

Unfortunately, it is that time of the month for me, which hit the moment I got to the office. Poor timing.

My guy was finished his meetings at around 18:00. I got a Skype text from him. I indicated that we'd be working on him today. He was understanding and said that he didn't mind. I thought so.

So, off we went to our regular meeting hangout. Well, I got there first. He arrived about ten minutes later. He looked over at me. I had a short, blue skirt on. It had two layers that allow you to see the silhouette of my thighs under it when the sunlight hits my skirt at the right angle. My guy looked at my legs and made a comment on how great they looked.

We got into our treehouse. We chatted a bit, held hands, and then started making out. Yep, we always start with kissing.

I can always tell when my guy misses me. Our kissing becomes more passionate the more we engage in it. It was to the point where he started kissing my shoulders, my neck, and my face. He put both hands on my face and kissed me. It was nice to feel wanted and loved.

Our tongues met. He loves when I use my tongue to lick the circumference of his lips. He was enjoying the moment a lot. I was, too.

I love caressing the back of his neck and head as we kiss. His hand moved to my breasts. He was cupping them sweetly. I then reached over to his penis. It was erect, as expected.

He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled down both his pants and briefs. I got to play with his hard cock.

My bare left leg went over his lap. At one point, he pulled my leg over to his balls. I was rubbing my leg against them like the whore that I enjoy being. I will do anything for my guy.

He was highly aroused, to the point where his legs intertwined with mine. He locked my left leg between his legs. I loved it. It was as if he wanted to make sure that I would stay with him -- that I belonged with and to him. It was a lovely moment. His right hand reached over to my right thigh. He squeezed it as I continued giving him a handjob.

Eventually, my handjob brought satisfaction to my guy, who came all over my hand. It was great to please him again. We wiped up and sat next to each other, with my hand caressing his thigh and his holding my hand.

"Do you mind if I open the door to let some air in?" I asked him.
"Not at all. I should have had the air conditioning on. It's hot in here," he replied, swinging his door open.
"It's hot in here because you're in here," I said, which sounded cheesy, but I was being sincere.
"Thanks, sweetie."

My guy, after relaxing from dopey mode, looked at his cell phone and said that we were making good time.

"It must be you taking up all the time during our sessions," he teased.
"Sure, blame me," I said, with both of us smiling. "You made me come three times last time!"
"I wanted to go for a fourth time," he said.
"I would have been in the backseat, laying there for a couple of hours if you had," I joked.

My guy says the sweetest things to me.

"I love everything about you -- your personality, your sense of humour, and your physical features."
"Thanks," I replied. "You aren't so bad yourself."
"Have I told you that you have pretty hands and fingers?" he asked, holding my left hand and looking at my nails.
"Maybe a couple of times," I said, with a smile on my face.
"Have I mentioned that you take great care of your hands and legs?"
"Yes, you have mentioned that in passing," I said.
"I love your legs. I hope that you'll wear more skirts," he hinted, caressing my bare thighs.
"I will break them out on special occasions, like today," I said, which made him smile.

Shopping for short skirts at the Gap outlet does have its benefits.

Getting pinched, pleasured, and spanked on a Friday

On Wednesday, it was clear that my guy and I would be scheduling some time in the treehouse on Friday. Towards the end of that day, he whispered two words in my ear: black panties.

Friday had finally arrived. I got to work at my usual time and talked with my guy, who was pleased to see me. We chatted throughout the day. I actually initiated a conversation with him about needing some information from him. He had a couple of files that I could use on his USB flash drive.

When he first handed over his USB drive, which was attached to his keychain, our hands automatically touched. I squeezed his hand and he reciprocated. We then continued our sexual innuendo-based conversation from Wednesday.

"I wonder what this key does," I said, looking at my guy's keychain. He came over to talk to me.
"Are you pushing my buttons?" he asked, as we were both looking at his car fob.
"I am holding your stick," I said, referring to the USB flash drive.
"Now you have made me blush," he said, but we both knew that he was acting there.

As for the part-time colleague, we both made her feel a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't the content of our conversation. It was that she couldn't interject and contribute to the banter. Where do you go with that, really?

I had a brief conversation with our boss about work. He then brought in my guy to talk about creating a video to train a customer services manager who does not know how to use a software application. My guy suggested that I record a video. I told them that no one wants to hear my voice. My guy said that folks are likely tired of his voice. Our boss agreed that having a female voice would be good, but we were all joking about this task. My guy mentioned husky in the conversation, which we both knew was a reference to mine. My guy loves my voice and has told me that it gets husky whenever we engage in phone sex.

My guy teased me in front of our boss. My boss said that my guy was playing a third-party psychological test on me. I told my guy that he needed psychological help. He thanked me. I was planting another seed.

On Skype, my guy asked me when we'd be heading out. I said that I would in ten minutes. I tend to leave first. My guy follows suit shortly afterwards, simply because I start my workday earlier than he does. It just makes sense that we punch out in that order, so it doesn't look like he is goofing off. Then again, it is Friday. Goofing off is okay.

I drove to our local spot. Before I had left the office, my cell phone was completely dead. I decided to pull battery out and reseat it. That worked. By the time my phone was powered up, my guy had parked his car next to mine. I had the windows down. He got out of the car.

"Does your phone work?" he asked me. Before I could answer, I knew that he couldn't care less anymore.
"Yes, see," I said, showing him my phone as if I were a little girl.
"Wow!" he said. He was looking at my bare thighs. 

On Monday, he had asked when I would be wearing a skirt again. I decided to find my short, black mini skirt and wear it for this occasion.

I got into the backseat of his car, which is our treehouse. I wasn't sure how graceful an entrance I'd make wearing such a short skirt. He didn't care. He liked what he was seeing. His hand immediately touched my left thigh.

We kissed. A lot. The usual. I unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his toned chest.

He played with my breasts. He then adjusted my blue t-shirt and slipped it off my left shoulder to show my black bra strap. He then pulled my shirt down a bit and took out my left breast.

I enjoy when he adjusts my clothing and how I am seated. I feel like a helpless doll, which is completely different than how I am in the real world.

"See, wearing a short skirt has its benefits," he stated, as we were embracing. "I have full access to you."

He took my left leg and put it over his lap. He moved his hands up and down my leg. I could tell that he loved feeling my leg. He took my other leg and put it up against the armrest. My right foot was nearly touching the steering wheel.

My guy lifted my skirt up and played with my black lacy panties that I was wearing. He started fingering my clit, which derived so much pleasure, as usual. He then moved to fingering my butt simultaneously.

"Do you want another finger in your pussy?" he asked me. I knew that my answer was pointless.
"Yes, sir," I said.
"I won't do it just yet," he said.
"When will you?" I asked, in an anxious, disappointed tone.
"I don't have to tell you that," he said. "It's up to me."
"I will be patient," I said.

At one point, he had all four fingers in my pussy. I moaned. He did something different.

"Have you ever tasted your juices?" he asked me.
"No," I admitted.

He took his hand out of me and smeared my juices all over my face. He then continued to pleasure me.

It took a bit longer for me to reach orgasm, but I eventually did. As usual, after I come, I tend to rest limp.

I then told him that I didn't like my face smeared. He laughed. He immediately took out his bottle of aftershave, put some of it on a paper towel, and wiped my face.

"I hope I got all of it off," he said.
"I think that you did," I replied. I liked this pampering part. He's good at it.

I rested for a bit before we had round two. My guy likes to actually look at my pussy these days. He is the first guy I have ever been who has loved to look at it. He pulled my black panties down to my thighs and admired the sight of them against my skin.

"Do you feel like a slut?" he asked me, as he was pleasuring me with two fingers up my pussy.
"Yes," I admitted it.
"Because you are," he reinforced and slapped my left cheek with his palm. I liked it.
"I know," I said. He slapped my right cheek to even everything out.

I could feel the pressure as he had four fingers up my pussy and his thumb up my ass. I was so turned on. He then pulled his hand out.

He asked me to masturbate like I do when we are on Skype together. He worked on my butt simultaneously, telling me how many fingers I could use. He allowed me to use two fingers. He used the same number of fingers up my ass. It didn't take must to get me off. I did, feeling dopey, but in a good way afterward.

I finally opened my eyes. My guy was lovingly looking into my eyes.

"You are so gorgeous," he said. "You are like a schoolgirl lying there, letting me have my way with you in the backseat."

I was so relaxed. My guy took my left hand and cleaned it up. I knew that he enjoyed looking at my manicured fingernails as he was doing the cleaning.

My guy continued playing with my pussy. It was sweet how he was rubbing it.

Round three. Yes, I wasn't expecting round three.

He started pinching my pussy lips and then pinching my buttocks. I loved the sensation, although it hurt.

"You know, all week, you have made nasty remarks about me to colleagues at work," as he continued to do a pinching number on my backside.
"I was teasing you," I said.
"You didn't think that I wasn't going to punish you, did you?"
"I'm sorry," I said, letting him know that my butt was getting sore.
"Sorry isn't good enough," he stated sternly.
"Ow! My butt hurts, sir."
"It's supposed to hurt."

And, he fingered me yet again. He has magical fingers. I was surprised that I got off again. I was also spent. I rested in his arms. He kissed my forehead.

After he had cleaned up, he rubbed my legs and caressed my face. He's sweet that way.

His right hand moved to caressing my backside. He then lightly smacked my bottom and the intensity started to increase.

"What's that for?" I asked him.
"For being a brat this week," he admitted with a smile. "I love your reaction to when I finger you."
"What do I do?" I asked him, not completely aware of what I do.
"You moan. You breathe more heavily. When I smack your buttocks, you hug me tightly, like you're doing now."

I wanted to work on him, but he was okay with focusing on me today. He wanted to make me happy. He also liked what he was seeing. He told me that hiding my sexy legs in pants was a shame and then smiled at me.

We then went back to square one. We kissed passionately. I especially like to cradle the back of his head as we kiss.

"I could kiss you for hours," he admitted. "I love your full lips and your tongue."
"Which tongue?" I joked.

After two hours, we got out of the car and embraced. I could feel how hard his cock was. I knew that we'd be working on him soon.

I love when the workweek ends on such a good note.

Planting a seed for Friday fun by teasing and groping

Wednesday was a fun day of banter with my guy. We both had planted a seed for what was in store for us on Friday.

I decided to go to work a bit earlier than usual. I was there two hours earlier. My guy noticed.

Our conversation throughout the day was full of sexual innuendos. It actually caught a part-time colleague who got laid off last year, but decided to return a couple of months ago, off-guard. There is one huge story about her that I could write about at length, but I won't. In a nutshell, both my guy and I thought that she felt a bit uncomfortable with our entire discussion, mainly because it's the type of banter that she can't really keep up with. She is the type that needs to be a part of every conversation, but she can't readily contribute to ours.

My guy played the innocent card, meaning that he was just minding his own business, saying whatever he needed to say, and that I was twisting his words. It was his standard acting job. We both knew it. Apparently, I have corrupted everyone around us.

The best part was my guy saying that he had to go the washroom badly. He still stuck around talking to another colleague.

"You better go or you're going to have an accident!" I exclaimed.

My guy decided to march over to my cubicle area instead.

"If you don't behave, ..." he said to me, which made me smile and turned me completely on.

When we finally had a quiet moment to ourselves, we chatted. Our chats are wonderful. He confided in me that when he was a young boy, his mother's female friends, who were in their thirties, were beautiful. Since then, he does have a thing for older women. He has never told anyone about this interest of his, which says a lot about the trust in our relationship. I don't fit this mould, though.

"You know so much about me," he admitted. "It's not good."
"How come you feel that way?" I asked him.
"I feel so vulnerable."
"You know that I won't be blurting this tidbit to the world," I reassured him.
"I know."

 We both left the office together. We waited for an elevator to come. An empty one came and we got in it.

It didn't take long for our lips to lock. I was hugging him. He took both his hands and grabbed my buttocks. Once again, I was aroused.

"Wow," I said, as the doors opened and we both exited the elevator. "I wasn't expecting [the double-handed groping]."
"It's just a preview of Friday," he said, as we both held hands and walked out the building.

Mondays aren't all bad, especially when he is making up with you

Last Friday, on Skype, my guy and I were talking about an e-mail that he had sent out. I had a feeling that his request would make me do more work. Sure enough, I ended up with more work on my plate to complete.

Our boss had asked my guy to create a software trouble ticket. He did on Monday. It ended up being assigned to me. I told my guy. He apologized and felt bad about the entire situation. To resolve the issue, it is nice that I have a couple of writers on board to help me out these days. I assigned the ticket to one of them.

For nearly a year now, I have been doing the workload of a team of three to four people. Although I am not as stressed as I used to be, I am still doing more work than I should.

I could tell that my guy wanted to make it up to me for adding more work to my to-do list. He wanted a meeting in our treehouse to fix things. I agreed.

We met in our usual place and climbed into the treehouse. My guy didn't waste any time. He asked how I was and then kissed me. It was quite a powerful kiss filled with tons of emotion.

We briefly stopped kissing. I joked that he wouldn't let me respond to his question. I do like when he does that. We said that we were both fine and continued kissing. I unbuttoned his shirt and gently stroked his chest.

He went for my breasts, playing with them, and then taking them carefully out of my black bra. He loves caressing them, stimulating my nipples by twisting them gently. He then pinched my nipples hard, which got me excited.

He pulled my left leg over his lap. He whispered in my ear.

"Are you wearing those lacy, black panties?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said, teasing him a bit.
"Are you being a fortune cookie, where I need to find out how lucky I will be today?" he said in a cute, cheesy way.
"I guess so," I admitted, with a smile on my face.

We both unzipped and unbuttoned my pants. I then pulled them down. We were in different positions than normal. We were facing each other. I was reclined, with my leg still on his lap.

My guy has magical hands. He played with my pussy, fingering me. I was well-lubricated from being so aroused. He also fingered my butt. He told me that I was his slut. I felt like I was one.

"Do you want another finger up your ass?" he asked me.
"Yes, please," I said.
"I'm not going to do that just yet," he said firmly.
"I don't like you. That's unfair."
"Do you mean that?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I said, clearly in a pleasurable state of mind, which made him laugh.

I eventually came and remained reclined. I was relaxed and felt limp, but I was completely content.

My guy looking at me sweetly.

"You know, I love that you give me VIP access to your pussy," he said.
"You're worth it," I replied. "And a backstage pass, too."
"Yes," he smiled. "You do know that you are the only person that I have fingered up the ass."
"I am honoured," I replied, which made us both smile.

He continued to look at me. It was a different look in his eyes than I never have seen.

"Who would have known that the goody-goody employee that everyone sees would be posing in this provocative position in the backseat, allowing me to have my way with her," he said to me. "I got to see your clit and how pink it is."
"I'm glad you had a good view," I said with a smile on my face.
"I love your panties," he said, stroking the "cute mountain area," as my guy calls it.
"That feels good," I admitted.

I rested for a bit. My guy continued chatting with me.

"Do you want to get dopey? Today is all about you."
"What about you?" I asked him about pleasuring him.
"What you did to me on Friday will sustain me," he admitted.
"That was a wonderful day," I said. He agreed.

He went back to pleasuring me a second time. At one point, I called him mean because he asked me if I wanted another finger in my pussy. I did, but he refused.

"Do you know what happens when you disrespect me?"
"I do," I admitted.
"Tell me."
"I get punished," I replied.

He agreed. He started to scold me and slapped my left cheek. I loved it. I turned my head and let my guy slap my right cheek. He told me that I was a whore and that he determines what happens to me. I agreed and obeyed.

Whenever I am about to reach orgasm in his car, I have the inclination to grab something. I am often grabbing my guy's thigh. On Monday, I ended up squeezing the headrest twice. Both times that I came, they were intense. The second one tends to get me into dopey mode and this day was no different. I was extremely limp afterward. My guy does good work.

We hugged and kissed a bit more.

"I'll work on you next time," I reassured him.
"I know that there will always be a next time with you," he said, hugging me tightly.

My guy is sweet. We both got out of the car and he groped my right buttock. I love when he does that. He then held my hand and walked me to my car, to make sure that I was okay. We hugged and kissed a bit more before we parted.

He's good at making up with me. I'm glad that he did.

My guy and his love for my hands, fingers, and fingernails

I have mentioned in the past that my guy loves my fingernails. I suppose that I was the right girl, at the right place, at the right time.

My guy told me last Friday that nicely manicured fingernails are a huge turn-on for him. When I first found out about it almost a year ago, it was a surprise to me. I am fortunate to have inherited pretty hands and nails from my mom.

A year ago, he had made a comment to me in the lunchroom at work that I had nice fingernail polish on. I had just tried a nail strengthener that had a hint of pink, as my nails were chipping more often than I had liked. He touched my left hand's baby finger.

A few weeks later, after he had spanked me for the first time, we sat down and he held my hand. He made a remark about how beautiful my hands were. I have had a couple of doctors and colleagues comment on my hands over the years, as I write for a living. I suppose that it's pretty obvious when you see my hands stretched out over a keyboard practically all day.

My guy told me that he has never gone out with a woman who didn't have nice fingers, fingernails, and hands. I lucked out. He analyzed my left hand fondly last Friday.

"Your fingers are perfect," he remarked. "They aren't too thin or too fat. They are just right."
"Like the bed in Goldielock and the three bears?" I asked him, which made him smile.

I am glad that he loves my hands, fingers, and fingernails. They turn him on when I am giving him a handjob and he looks at my fingers wrapped around his erect penis. He loves when I touch him, especially when we are intimate. One time, I was caressing his forearm after sex. He wasn't looking at my face. Instead, he was looking at my hands on him.

He constantly compliments me. It's not that I have low self-esteem or anything. He is simply a sweet guy.

As of late, it is nice to see an aggressive side of him come out when we are intimate. Afterwards, we hold each other, kiss, and hug. And yes, we hold hands and he gets to look at my hands and manicured nails.

Skipping one meeting to have a spanking-good-time meeting instead

This week was a long workweek. Sometimes, Fridays are great for goofing off.

My Friday started off pretty well. I was doing a decent amount of work and was productive. Toward the end of the morning, my guy (MG) logged on to Skype and we started to text.

MG: Hey
Me: Hey... how are you?
MG: Good. How are your cheeks... both sets? :)
Me: One set isn't as sore as the other set was on Wednesday. :)
MG: Oh, that's good.

He asked me when I would be in the office. He wanted to have another meeting in our treehouse, but once I got into the office. I told him that I had a meeting with our boss that would be a problem. My guy had to leave a bit early today. I decided to deviate from my goody-goody personality and offered to cancel my meeting with our boss. My guy didn't want any chaos to ensue. I told him that our boss has often cancelled our Friday afternoon meeting with me. I had yet to return the favour. So, I did.

I decided to wear a lacy pair of black panties. I was looking for my black mini skirt that I had worn a while back, but I couldn't find it. I also managed to find the first implement that my guy had ever bought for me to use on my backside.

I got to our usual parking lot a couple of minutes before 14:30. My guy was already there. I pulled up next to him. Our eyes met as we both got out of our respective cars. We said hi and headed into our treehouse.

He got into the treehouse first. I handed him the wooden, slotted spatula that he had bought late last year.

"You'll be needing this," I said, handing him the spanking implement. He smiled and took it.
"I remember it well," he remarked.

My guy said that he hadn't been there long. He had been there for ten minutes, which I found to be long. He told me that I was punctual, as usual. I knew that it wouldn't be a reason that he would use to spank me today.

We held hands. He told me that I was gorgeous. He's sweet. Our lips met. We kissed a lot. They were long, sweet, passionate kisses. We finally unlocked in what would be roughly about ten minutes of kissing.

"Have you been good?" he whispered in my ear.
"Not really," I said, as we continued to kiss a bit.
"You know what happens to bad girls like you?" he asked rhetorically.
"Nope," I said, although I knew what was coming.

We both moved over. He sat in the middle of the backseat. I went over his knee.

"You remember on Wednesday when you didn't wear your black panties?" he asked me. I was getting aroused. I was hoping that he would use this detail as a playful reason to spank me. Hoping works well.
"Yes," I said, feeling my guy caressing my backside with his hand.
"You think that you can wear anything you want, don't you?" he asked, groping each buttock for a bit before pinching each one hard.
"Yes," I said defiantly, feeling a bit sore from his hard pinches. He was also playing with my clit without pulling down my jeans.
"Well, you're going to get punished for not wearing those black lacy panties that I like," he stated.

The first slap with the wooden spatula landed on my left buttock. I loved the sound and sting of it smacking against my jeans. My lacy panties weren't protecting my backside much. He alternated swatting each buttock. I love when he scolds me as he spanks me.

"Whenever you come to work (smack), you need to wear black panties (smack). Do you understand? (smack)"
"Nope, I don't get it," I said, testing the waters.
"You don't understand?" he asked, sounding a bit surprised. "I will make you understand."

He continued to slap me with the wooden spatula, but also smacked the backs of my thigh and calves, which I know that he likes doing. I enjoy it as well.

"Do you think that I am done punishing you?" he asked me.
"No, sir," I said.
"That's right," he commented, continuing to give me the spanking that I have longed to have. "You will be spanked whenever you don't have those black lacy panties on."

He checked to see if I was wearing them today. Like a cute schoolboy, he was pleased to see the lacy band under my jeans.

Finally, he stopped. He wanted to finger me. So, I got up and we both got my jeans off me. He pleasured me by fingering both my clit and my butt. I was so turned on that it didn't take long for me to come. It was wonderful. I rested in his arms afterward. He kissed my face gingerly. I thanked him.

"I like being in your arms, among other things," I said, content to rest for a bit. He smiled.

Probably five minutes later, he whispered a question in my ear.

"Do you want to be dopey today?"
"I don't think that you'll be leaving work by 18:40 today if you do," I said with a smile. He laughed.

He has figured out that making me come twice gets me in the same relaxed, dopey state of mind that he does when he comes just once. He fingered me again and called me a whore. It took a bit longer for me to come, but I did again.

When I get into this dopey mode, I tend to giggle more.

My guy was playing with my right hip, feeling the contrast between my lacy panties and my skin. The way that he was rubbing my hip was making me giggle, as I am highly ticklish. He then decided to do a physical examination on me, trying to figure out which parts me were ticklish. At one point, I was laughing so hard that my head was resting comfortably on his lap, my knees were bent and together in an upright, fetal position, and I was telling him to stop. He held me as if I were a little girl. It was sweet.

He then suggested that I give him a physical exam. We both shifted positions. He pulled down his slacks and briefs. His penis was erect. I took a hair elastic band and tied my hair back.

He wanted me to lick his cock, so I did like a popsicle. He wanted to see my tongue move up and down the entire length of his erect penis. He loved the look of it.

I kept sucking and licking him. I could tell that he was enjoying the moment. He then told me to stop. I pulled his penis out of my mouth and proceeded to give him a handjob. He finds it exceptionally arousing to see my manicured fingers wrapped around his penis. I did that for a bit. He likes changing it up. Today was no exception.

He then took over rubbing his penis. He asked me to play with his balls. He even went one step further and asked me to finger his butt. So, I fingered him, which made him come effortlessly.

After cleaning up, we rested in each other's arms.

"You know, I am getting a prostate exam on the 14th," he confided in me.
"I just gave you one," I joked.
"I wish you were doing the exam," he stated. "I hope that my doctor doesn't find your ring up my ass when she performs the test."

He's funny.

We kissed and hugged some more. It's always difficult to part when we want to be with each other longer. My guy also likes to adjust my clothing on me.

"Let me fix your blouse," he said. "It's on too low. We can't have guys looking at you that way. Just me."
"So, only you can approve who can see my clevage?" I asked, smiling at how sweet my guy can be.
"Exactly," he said, with a grin on his face.

We eventually got out of the treehouse. We stood, embraced, and kissed a couple of times. It was a lovely Friday afternoon. I wish all Friday meetings were like that one.

Slapping, orgasmic time in the treehouse

It has been great having my guy back. I am a bit behind with my posts. I would love to describe what we did today, but I need to talk about Wednesday's fun first.

I got to work in the afternoon and started chatting with a colleague. My guy then came over to our cubicle area and said hi to me. It was nice to chat with him.

He then came over to my desk with his wired mouse. He was having problems with using it on his laptop. He wanted to try the USB connection on my laptop, to diagnose the problem. He talked about "popping," which made me tease him over taking pills to get him high. His mouse worked fine on my laptop. I gave it back to him. He took the cord and playfully whipped my right arm with it.

"Bad, Cutiebootie! Bad!" he said with a smile.
"Is that it?" I asked him playfully.
"You'll have to make it up to me later," he said with a sheepish grin on my face.

I decided to lend him my extra wired mouse. I reached over the cubicle wall to pass it over to him. He held my hand and the mouse. It was sweet.

We all talked about camping. He showed us pictures of a caterpillar on his head. It was cute. I told him that I wished that I were that caterpillar. My guy has a uniform, adorable skull. He smiled.

At around 17:00, my guy logged on to Skype and discreetly set up a rendezvous with me at the treehouse. As explained in a post way back when, we both give each other nicknames of our private parts. It was fun using those nicknames on Skype.

I left work at 18:00 and drove over to our regular spot. I had debated whether to change into my black lacy panties. I decided not to. I wanted to see if my guy would notice. About ten minutes later, my guy parked next to me. We both climbed into the backseat of the treehouse.

My guy said that I looked as cute as ever. He loves kissing my hand, gradually moving his lips my arm and neck. We looked at each other lovingly. I then touched his right cheek and initiated a kiss. It was nice to kiss his soft lips again and again.

My left leg went over his right thigh as we continued to kiss. He played with my breasts, eventually letting them out of my black lacy bra, and having my nipples touched and pinched. The experience was heavenly.

He unzipped my pants, and proceeded to finger my clitoris and anus. It was wonderful. He called me a slut. I got extremely turned on and eventually came. I then rested in his arms. My guy lovingly swept my hair away from my face and said that I was beautiful.

Moments later, he asked that I slip my pants off completely for more access. He made me come again. He called me a whore and slapped both sides of my face a number of times. After the first four slaps, I had the strong urge to kiss him. I did. Moments later, he delicately pushed me away.

"You can't kiss me whenever you want," he stated. "You're a slut. I tell you when you can kiss me."

He went on to slap my face again.

"Yes, sir," I said, a bit dejected, but it went away as he was magically working on my clit.

It has been a while since I have reached orgasm twice in succession. I felt relaxed and was in dopey mode. He loved seeing me in that state.

Once I had snapped out of being in dopey mode, I worked on him by giving him a handjob. We tried something different, where he rubbed his hard, erect cock as I played with his balls. He ejaculated into my right hand. It was quite the release. It was nice.

We relaxed for a bit and talked. He got me a present while he was in St. Petersburg. I had a good feeling about it. He had taken a photo of a number of Matryoshka dolls and I loved it. He gave me a set. I was so happy. I used to have a set when I was a little girl, except that I had dunked them in water and the dolls ended up being warped. My guy chuckled.

I felt a bit of soreness in my cheeks. My guy apologized for hitting me harder than the first time that we had experimented with having my face slapped. He was expecting my cheeks to turn red, but they never did. He lovingly rubbed my cheeks as I closed my eyes and savoured the moment.

On Monday, my guy and I were talking away from our cubicle area. I was leaning up against the wall. He had talked about how complicated languages can be and his rant made me laugh uncontrollably, to the point where I had bent my knees and wanted to sit on the carpet.

"You know, when you were laughing on Monday, you looked so cute," he admitted.
"Really?" I said with a smile.
"Yes."
"I wish that I had this doll set on Monday," I said playfully.
"Yes, a cute doll holding a cute doll," he said smoothly.

Toward the end of our conversation, he admitted that he would be sad when the time comes for him to sell his car, as we have had so many good memories in our treehouse so far. I told him that we'll make new memories in the new treehouse, whenever he does get one. He nodded in agreement.

My guy then asked me why I wasn't wearing any black panties. I told him that I didn't think that we were going to meet today. He smiled, but I could tell that he wanted to see them on me.

I asked whether I could hug him or if he would slap my face. He was back to his sweet self and held me tight as I reciprocated.

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.