He's back and so was treehouse time!

On Monday, my guy and I saw each other at work for the first time in over a week. Seeing him was a sight for sore eyes. I mean that literally. I was working away at my cubicle, staring at the computer monitor when he walked in.

We talked for quite some time. It was nice to catch up.

What? We didn't immediately drive over to our regular spot and climb into the treehouse? Oddly, no, we didn't. We chatted for what seemed to be hours.

Treehouse time was on Wednesday.

My guy was in a training class all week. Our company has clients in this training class who do pre-sales. On Monday, my guy had mentioned to me that the class was boring and suggested that I come visit him.

So, he came up from the training room to see me on Wednesday. We could both tell just by looking at each other that we were happy to see each other. He asked me how my drive into work was. I asked him how training was going. It was a nice ten-minute chat.

I then whispered to my guy whether the offer to visit this training class was still on. It was.

Did I tell you that the part-time writer at work drives me nuts? Well, going to this training class was a nice diversion. I took my laptop and cell phone with me, and walked to the elevators with my guy.

We got into an elevator. We had it all to ourselves. The doors closed. I caressed the back of his head as our lips met. My guy was hugging me with one hand and rubbing my crotch with the other.

"I've missed you," I said, as we briefly parted lips for a few seconds.
"I have missed you, too."

We kissed a bit more before we got to the main floor. We walked to the training room. My guy introduced me to the four clients. The training course then continued.

I had taken this course a couple of weeks ago, so I had all the examples coded and took them out. My guy sat next to me. He discreetly touched my back and right shoulder. It was nice.

After the course was over for the day, my guy and I walked out of the room, and waited for an elevator. We got into yet another empty one. We got in. The doors closed.

"You look exceptionally pretty today," he said to me in a seductive tone.
"I think you're delusional," I said, as I leaned in to kiss him.
"Maybe I have just missed you," he admitted, as we kissed again.

The doors opened a floor earlier than expected. We hit the proper floor number.

"I don't know what I am doing," my guy stated.
"Me, neither. It's okay," I responded, as we kissed some more.

The doors opened. We got out of the elevator. It was the correct floor, too.

"Let's get out of here and have some treehouse time," my guy stated.
"Sounds perfect."

The only thing that wasn't perfect was that it was my time of the month. So, I couldn't share the fun of using my new vibrator with my guy. It just meant that I could focus more on my guy.

We drove to our usual spot and got into the treehouse. We held hands. He kissed the back of my hand, which he finds smooth. We continued from where we had left off. We locked lips and kissed. French kissed. Licked lips. Kissed.

My guy kissed my chin, which he has always found to be cute. He proceeded to kiss my face and my neck.

My hand moved down to his left side. He did the same to my right side, except that I started to giggle. I am ticklish.

"You are so sweet," he said to me.
"Because I am ticklish, right?"

My guy finds my being ticklish to be sweet and cute. It doesn't bother him one bit.

I had my left hand squeezing his right thigh. He moved my left hand over to his crotch. His penis was hard. I held it in my hand. It was erect.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them and his briefs off. I started to jerk him off.

"You are so angelic," he said in a relaxed voice.
"I am your angelic slut," I said.
"I love that."
"I am angelic to everyone. But, no one knows that I have another side. I am your slut and only we know about that side."
"I love both your sides," he stated, as I continued to give him a handjob.

Last week on Skype, my guy had pointed out that it has been a while since I gave him a blowjob. So, I made amends and went down on him, inviting his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked the tip of it for a bit before I started licking his cock's shaft while moving my lips up and down it. He moved his hand down to my left buttock. He pinched and groped it. It turned me on immensely.

My guy was thoroughly enjoying it. I moved my hand from under his right thigh and played with his balls.

Moments later, he came. He entered dopey mode. I asked him if he was happy. He was. His being happy makes me happy.

"It's nice that I can touch both your heads simultaneously," I said, with my right hand still holding his cock and my left hand caressing his head. He laughed.

What was particularly special to me was my kissing his forehead and head several times. At one point, I rested my cheek on his head between kisses. I enjoy tender moments like this one. He had a permanent smile on his face.

We definitely had missed each other. We talked for quite a bit afterward. It was nice to catch up and to spend some quality time with him again.

Dopiness, new vibrator, and Skype

I have mentioned in the past that my guy tends to initiate Skype chats. I used to initiate writing e-mails to him.

I am not sure why I stopped writing them. I think that it was mainly because my guy didn't respond to them for days. I just gave up. It was a lot faster to talk to him over the phone or to text him.

As of late, my guy has been writing more e-mails to me. I am uncertain why there is this sudden shift. The only explanation I can come up with is that he misses me. He should be on his way home from The Hague right now.

Last Tuesday, he wrote me a short e-mail. I'll just quote the first few sentences. The rest of the e-mail only makes sense if you work for the same company!

Hey there dopey girl,

How are you doing? Hope all is good and you're back to your sober self (not that the dopey version of you is not a lot of fun :)).

I'm trying to survive here with a group of folks who have more questions than the Trebek dude :)

Tuesday was a bit hectic for me. I was working from home and was about to turn off my work laptop. My guy sent me a message on Skype. He caught me at a good time. He wanted to voice-chat. So, we did.

Recently, I got a new vibrator. I told my guy about it. I don't have too many sex toys. This vibrator was regularly priced at $65, but I bought it on sale for $5. The geeky part about this vibrator is that you can plug it into your iPhone or iPod touch, and play music. The vibrator then vibrates to the beat of whatever song you are playing. My guy was equally intrigued as I was about this device. It finally arrived late last week. I just need to get AAA batteries to test it out. My guy wants to test it out with me. Yay!

We reflected on our time in the hotel. I didn't think that we'd have another opportunity like that. My guy said that he'd tell my boss that he wanted to screw me and that he would get the room. Yes, he was joking. It was also sweet that he was thinking of me and missing me terribly.

He thought that I was sweet when I was so dopey. I remember all of it. I just was too dopey to react. We both agreed that the dry humping from behind was enjoyable.

We went into phone sex. I actually wanted to get him off. What did the trick? I said the following:

I want you to spank me hard. You will want to fuck me from behind afterward and I will resist. But, secretly, I want you to take advantage of me. Although I will deny liking it, I truly want you to, because I am your slut and I'd do anything for you.

My guy said my name as if it were a mantra after hearing what I had said and came. He made my day.

I miss him. I especially miss him tonight.

Getting spanked and finding myself in dopey mode

Last Friday was my last day of a four-day training course. I got to work later than usual, thanks to waiting for the slowest train you could encounter that was crossing a major street. I have no idea why this street does not have an overpass for trains. I don't even understand why a long cargo train would crawl that slowly during rush hour.

Anyway, I got to work at around 08:40 after I had taken an alternative route. My guy got to work even later. He told me that traffic going eastbound along highway 401 was horrible. He actually had to take the 403 to get to work. So, he arrived at 09:40.

As you know, my guy and I keep a working relationship when we're at work. On Friday, it was too difficult for us. Just when I thought that my guy couldn't get any sweeter than he already is, he completely proves me wrong.

He walked into the training room, passed by me, and discreetly poked my right side. Of course, I immediately squirmed, for I am ticklish. I asked him later if the poke was deliberate. It was.

Lunch time had finally arrived. Practically everyone evacuated the training room. My guy came back about fifteen minutes later and noticed that I was still there.

"How come you didn't come upstairs?" he asked me. "Is it that bad?"
"I just don't want to talk to the part-time writer," I admitted. "Every time she opens her mouth, I feel like I have to challenge whatever nonsense come out of her."

My guy nodded. He got his sandwich and sat next to me. We ate and talked. He then went over to the window and closed the blinds.

He sat next to me again. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. We kissed for quite a bit. My left hand held his. My right arm was giving him a side hug. I then proceeded to rub his head.

We stopped for a brief period. My guy went to lock the main door.

He came back and made me come. It was quite the lunch break. My guy had to comment again about the double v-neck sweater that I had worn to work the other day. He felt that it was feminine and sexy. I wanted to blush!

We spent another few hours in the course. When our class was over, we headed upstairs.

We got into the lunch room. I was leading the way.

"Stop!" he said. I did. We kissed. He groped my buttocks. I was melting.
"How am I supposed to go back and do work?" I asked him rhetorically.

My guy is off to The Hague next week. We talked for a bit before we called it a week.

We got into an empty elevator. Yes, we kissed some more as if we were high school sweethearts. He groped my buttocks again. I felt like Jell-O!

"How about we spend some time in the treehouse?" he proposed.
"Sounds good," I said.
"You can ride with me," he said.

So, we got in his car and he drove us to our regular spot. We climbed into the backseat. He showed me a wool sweater that he had bought. It felt nice. It was blue, which he looks good in.

We continued to kiss. He made me reach orgasm again by simply rubbing me with my jeans on.

It wasn't enough. We both knew it. He put his hand down my jeans and panties. He fingered my butt and my clit. Moments later, I climaxed. It was nice. I was starting to get dopey.

I touched his cock, which was as hard as a rock. He whispered in my ear.

"Today isn't about me. It's about you," he said, gently moving my hand away from his member and carefully placing my hand on my lap as he kissed me.

He lightly slapped by backside four times. He then gave me a few hard smacks over my jeans.

"What's that for?" I asked innocently.
"It's for being a bad girl," he stated, pinching each cheek in between smacks.
"I don't think I deserved to be punished," I reasoned. It didn't matter to him, as he continued to work on my backside.
"You are such a slut," he said. "You've been naughty. Do you agree?"
"I've been a good girl," I said defiantly.
"Oh, really?" he said in a surprised tone.

I pushed the right button. He spanked me hard. For the first time, he spanked me six times in rapid succession. He normally spanks me methodically. He was spanking me both out of pleasure and in a disciplining, you-need-this-punishment way, which was an incredible turn-on.

He pinched my backside as hard as he was spanking me. I loved it. My butt was getting sore. He scolded me during the entire session. I liked it.

He stopped and kissed me. We hugged for a bit. My guy wanted to touch me. He undid my jeans and played with my clit.

"You are really wet," he told me.
"Is that surprising to you?" I said with a smile.

Yep, he pleasured me so well that I came again.

"You are so easy to pleasure," he said.
"You do a great job," I said, in quite a dopey state of mind.
"You deserve it."

My guy found my dopey state to be both cute and sweet. He was pinching my vagina, aggressively groping my breasts, and slapping me on my right cheek. I actually had to put my hand on top of his and tell him to stop slapping my face. He was trying to wake me up from being dopey, but he loved the thought of taking advantage of me.

My guy tickled me. All I recall is holding both his hands down with mine, as if I were handcuffing him. He crawled over me to get out of the car. It felt like he was on top of me in the backseat, kind of playing Twister, but without the colour-coded vinyl map.

"Are you humping me?" I asked in a dazed voice.
"Yes," he said, simulating anal sex, but with our clothes on.

I am not sure how I managed to get out of the backseat and into the passenger shotgun seat, but I did. I sounded dopey. My guy smiled at me. He thought that it was endearing. He drove me to my car.

"Tonight should sustain you while I am gone," he told me.
"It probably will," I said.
"Will you be okay?" he asked me.
"I think so."
"Have your car window down for a bit to get some fresh air," he suggested. "We'll talk on Skype soon."
"Maybe," I said, which is my way of saying yes.

I got out of the treehouse. It was a nice evening. I knew that I would sleep well. I could tell that he was going to miss me as much as I tend to miss him when he is away on business.

Infinite sweetness

My guy is sweet. This week, he has been exceptionally sweet.

We're in a training class together all this week. On Thursday, I had to install new software that we're developing at our workplace. For some reason, I could not run a script using the software. My guy and I were trying to troubleshoot this problem, as this script had worked fine in previous versions. We couldn't figure it out. I wanted to go home and call it a day.

Lunch rolled around. My guy left for a bit. I stayed in the training room to try and troubleshoot. My guy came back and said that he was hungry. He wanted to get something at the local restaurant. I was munching on catered food for this course. He asked me if I wanted anything. I asked for a bowl of chili. It was so thoughtful of him to ask.

Sure enough, he got me some chili with a sourdough roll. It hit the spot and made my day. We then continued our training session.

At the end of the session, my guy looked at my laptop, cables, and water bottle that I was carrying and immediately took my laptop from me. He carried it up to my cubicle. He's quite the catch. I am a lucky girl.

He looked at my outfit that I was wearing. I had a silk-cashmere blue sweater and a tight pair of green khakis on. My sweater had a double v-neck on the front and back. My guy commented that it looked good on me. He has seen me wear it before, but I had only worn it once last winter.

At the end of the day, I told him how exceptionally sweet he was throughout the day and that I wasn't expecting so much sweetness all at once. He told me to have it coded in an infinite loop. Yes, we both are geeky, which is one reason why we get along well.

He makes me feel incredibly special. It does feel like we're in high school sometimes. I don't mind it.

My guy is off to The Hague for a one-week business trip. Just when you think that he has maximized how sweet he can be, he completely proves me wrong. Stay tuned for that post.

Showered and spanked

My guy came back from his two-week business trip to India. He was supposed to return last Friday night. Unfortunately, he had missed two of his flight segments and his luggage got lost. The good news was that he did get his luggage delivered to him on the weekend.

My guy was in a training session on Monday. Like clockwork, I got to work in the afternoon. He managed to come upstairs to say hi. I could tell by how he was looking at me that he had missed me a lot.

He looked good. He was wearing a blue sweater and grey slacks. He sat on my desk and we talked for fifteen minutes. He looked at my face, my hair, my chest, and my legs as we talked. It reminded me of when we first started seeing each other.

He had to go back to his training session. He told me that he loved seeing me, and touched my arm and back. He is sweet to drop subtle hints like that.

Later on in the afternoon, he came over to my desk again. I was standing up. He groped my backside. I turned into mush. I couldn't concentrate for a brief period.

What was going to happen next took me by surprise.

Winds were picking up throughout the day, thanks to Hurricane Sandy. The greater Toronto area wouldn't be hit hard. Still, the winds were gusty and it was raining all day.

My guy lives an hour away. It took him two hours to get to work. He talked to our boss about the wind and his commute. Somehow, my guy managed to convince our boss to have the former stay overnight at a local hotel. My guy just had his gym bag with clean workout clothes and deodorant. So, at least he could sleep in those clothes as if they were pajamas.

It was 18:00. I was heading home. My guy looked up at me and quietly mouthed to stay with him. I decided to sit next to him at his cubicle and talk.

My guy looked at my chest again. I teased him about it. He smiled.

"I have a room for the night," he said.
"That's pretty subtle," I said, grinning.
"It would be nice to hug you in a place other than the treehouse," he said.
"Okay," I said, without much convincing.

We left work together. We got into an empty elevator. We kissed passionately. He groped my buttocks. I felt like mush again. It was lovely.

We drove over to the hotel. My guy checked in to room 1307. Nope, we're not superstitious. The room was comfy. It had a king-sized bed.

We kissed. We hugged. He pressed his hard cock against me.

"Let's take a shower together," he suggested. "It'll be fun."
"What if I don't want to," I whispered in his ear, still in an embrace.
"You'll be spanked hard," he said, as we continued to kiss and hug.

I was wearing a purple sweater with a zipper on its left shoulder. He unzipped it and saw my navy blue bra with lace. He liked it. He took my sweater off and he did the same with his navy blue wool sweater. We hugged and kissed some more. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and proceeded to do the same with his trousers. We continued to hug and kiss as if we needed the practice. We both groped each other's buttocks. It was sweet and arousing.

More kissing and hugging ensured. We talked briefly again.

"Would you like to shower with me?" he asked, with an eager tone to his voice.
"Maybe," I said shyly, which made him smile. It was my way of saying yes.

We moved to the bathroom. We continued to hug and kiss. He unfastened my bra and groped my breasts standing behind me. My bra slipped to the floor. He pulled down my black lacy panties and then took his briefs off. He held my hand and led me to the shower.

He found the soap and unwrapped it. He turned on the water. He lathered me up first, groping my breasts and proceeding to lathered my chest and tummy. He fingered my pussy, and then continued to lather my legs. I then turned around and he lathered my back and backside. I couldn't help but to kiss him as a compliment.

He then lathered himself up. I massaged his chest and head with my hands. I held his erect cock. We kissed some more as we both rinsed off.

He got out of the shower first and found a bath towel. He dried me off and wrapped it around me. He makes me feel like a doll sometimes. He is sweet. The towel looked like a white mini dress on me. He said that he loved the look of my legs. He proceeded to find another towel to dry himself off.

We then got into bed. Yes, we continued to kiss and hug.

"You have been bad," he said, smacking my bare, somewhat damp backside with his hand.
"What's the reason for my punishment?" I asked him.
"Why do you need a reason?" he asked me, continuing to spank my bare bottom hard.
"I simply need one to understand what I have done," I pointed out.
"You don't need one. You are just a bad girl," he insisted, smacking me harder and harder.

He then played with my clit and made me reach orgasm. It was intense. I had clearly missed him.

The feeling was mutual. He pleasured me again, this time fingering my butt and pussy. Wow!

Our legs were intertwined. It arouses both of us. I find it highly sexy. His left leg was between both of mine. I gave him a hand job while we French kissed. I enjoy using my tongue to outline his full, smooth lips. He was clearly enjoying the entire experience, ultimately ejaculating and feeling dopey afterward.

We cuddled for over an hour. I got to stroke his chest. He wrapped his left arm around me. We watched TV and talked for a bit. It was nice spending quality time again.

My guy got me a present from his trip to India. He got me a snake charmer flute (pungi). I blew a note from the wooden instrument. I teased him that it reminded me of him. It was long, hard, and had a young coconut representing a ball. He thought that it may come in handy for spanking me. I wondered whether it would charm his own snake. We are weird sometimes, but we're never dull.

We both were hungry, so we decided to go out for a bite. We ended up at a restaurant about twenty minutes away from work. He had a steak sandwich on a bun with fries. I had halibut fish and chips. We talked. It was still pretty windy and rainy outside. It was a sweet date night.

My guy is sweet. He drove us to the restaurant and he drove me to my car. We kissed and hugged one last time. On the radio, all we heard was "a piece of dung." It kind of ruined the moment. The radio segment was in regards to a researcher who was studying beetles and dung. We both laughed.

I am glad that he's back home for a bit.

Bad singers, sleep, and eight arms

I don't expect to catch my guy on Skype when I am online. Normally, he finds me and initiates the conversation. It was different last Sunday.

I was giving myself a manicure and pedicure. I tend to do them on Sundays. I find Sundays to be a relaxing time to work on my nails, especially in the afternoon.

I had just applied my nail polish and wanted to check my e-mail on my phone. It's definitely easier to do so with a touchscreen while your nails are drying!

Well, I checked my Skype application. Sure enough, my guy (MG) was online. I decided, in a rare move, to initiate a chat with him.

Me: Hey, you're a mirage!
MG: Hey. How are you?
Me: I'm good. Waiting for my nails to dry. How are you doing?
MG: I have a headache.
Me: =(
MG: There is some kind of party going on, and it's loud and driving me nuts. Let me give you a taste.

He called me without any hesitation. It was different on so many levels.

Normally, my guy waits for me to find my earbuds before voice-calling me on Skype. He didn't give me that opportunity. He just called. I could tell that he wanted to talk to me and rant about how he was trying to get some sleep. He couldn't with a male singer putting on some musical number in the lobby. My guy was on the twelfth floor. He was in a deep sleep before his beauty sleep was rudely interrupted. I could actually hear the techno-electronic music playing in the background.

My guy's rants can be hilarious. I don't mean to laugh, but we both have pretty good senses of humour. When we do rant, it comes out as a comedy routine. It never sounds like we're being hostile or downright angry.

I could tell that my guy felt better talking it out with me. We talked for an hour.

It was a festive holiday all week in New Delhi. We talked about goddesses. He thought that maybe one of them had eight hands and that those hands would come in handy.

He talked about my having eight hands so I could do various pleasing actions to him. If my guy had eight hands, my backside would be in trouble. I doubt that I could sit down a week after he was done spanking me with each hand.

It was a different kind of talk. We are both geeky folks. We talked about workflows and operating systems, and applied them to how often I should be disciplined. We like to have fun and make each other laugh, though. It's one of many reasons why we get along.

We didn't say that we missed each other. It was probably one of the first times where we didn't. It is a given. It's simply understood.

It was nearly midnight in New Delhi. I wished him goodnight. I told him that if I were with him, that I'd tuck him into bed, kiss him on his forehead, and give him a hug. He liked that. It'll happen soon. He's coming home.

Yes or no? Meme time!

Well, I was planning to write about how much I miss my guy, but this fun meme that I saw on Fondles's blog immediately caught my interest. I just had to do it!

Only two rules: You must answer yes or no. You may not explain unless someone asks.

Taken a picture naked? Yes
Made money illegally? No
Had a one night stand? No
Been in a fist fight? Yes
Slept with your best friend? No
Had sex in a public place? Yes
Ditched work to have sex? Yes
Slept with a member of the same sex? No
Seen someone die? No
Ran from the police? No
Woke up somewhere and not remember how you got there? No
Worn your partners unmentionables? No
Fallen asleep at work? Yes
Used toys in the bedroom? Yes
Ran a red light? Yes
Been fired? No
Been in a car accident? Yes
Pole danced or done a striptease? No
Loved someone you shouldn't? Yes
Sang karaoke? Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
Laughed so hard you peed your pants? Yes
Caught someone having sex? No
Kissed a perfect stranger? Yes
Shaved your partner? No
Given your private parts a nickname? Yes
Ever gone in public without underwear? Yes
Had sex on a roof top? No
Played chicken? No
Mooned/flashed someone? No
Do you sleep naked? No
Blacked out from drinking? No
Felt like killing someone? Yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day? No
Been with someone because they were in a band? No
Taken 10 shots of liquor in a day? No
Shot a gun? No
Gone outside naked? Yes

That was fun! Do participate. I'd love to read your responses. 

One-year anniversary - celebrating it with phone sex

It has been three months since my guy and I have used Skype to chat. He is in India on business for a couple of weeks.

As I had briefly mentioned in my last post, I was bummed that my guy had said hi on Skype on Tuesday morning and then signed off. I had missed him by ten minutes.

On Thursday, we finally got to message each other on Skype. He had signed off so quickly on Tuesday because he has been jet-lagged. For the first few weeks in Calcutta, he would leave work, head back to his room at the hotel, and sleep. So, that was his main reason for not being online.

He was finally getting used to the ten-hour time difference. We talked about regular stuff online. We then moved to chatting on Skype. It was wonderful to hear his voice.

It has been a year since we have been together. He had told me last year that he found me attractive in our communal kitchen at work. We first really talked about ourselves and about what we enjoyed from an intimate, sexual perspective on Skype. So, chatting on Skype is special to both of us.

I still find that I am not as good doing phone sex as he is. Still, I can manage to get him off, so I can't be as bad as I think I am.

We chatted on Skype for a good hour, catching up on our lives. I missed him a lot. He felt the same way about me.

Our relationship continues to grow. In the past, we wouldn't really spend that much time on Skype chatting about what we ate for dinner or about my crappy Internet connection at home. But, we enjoy hearing what we have to say. We are good friends, which helps a ton in keeping a healthy relationship going, among other aspects.

My guy hadn't had dinner yet. So, we decided to break for a bit and come back. He said that "we'd get naughty" upon his return.

We reconvened on Skype. He asked me what I was wearing. I was working from home. I was in a tight, grey, short-sleeved t-shirt. I had a lacy, cream-coloured bra underneath. I was also wearing a pair of short shorts and a navy blue pair of lacy panties. My guy approved what I was wearing.

Phone sex with him is terrific. He knows what buttons to push without any hesitation.

"You know that I don't like when you are not online when I want you to be," he stated sternly.
"I was online, but I had to walk away briefly," I reasoned. "It wasn't my fault that you were impatient and logged off in less than ten minutes."
"You have a new cell phone," he pointed out. "You could have logged on to the Skype application, had it on vibrate, and placed it between your legs. When I would send you messages, you'd know."
"My phone doesn't have a case yet," I pointed out.
"Well, the point is that you need to be online all the time and you weren't," he said. "Besides, I would be making you happy if we had used your phone that way. We want to do the opposite. You need a good spanking for what you have done."
"I don't think so," I replied. "You're just being your usual mean, cruel, unreasonable self."
"Oh, really?" he mocked while questioning me. "You need to remember what you have done wrong."

He pointed out that my wearing my usual Gap jeans wouldn't be good, as it provided a bit of protection. He told me that he'd pull them down, exposing my lacy black panties covering my backside. He also would expose my legs.

My guy talked about using a wooden ruler hard across my backside, occasionally checking to see how wet I was. He said that he wouldn't hesitate to slap the backs of my thighs and calves. He then said that he's stop using the ruler and switch to spanking me with his bare hand. Hard smacks would ensue. I was incredibly turned on. 

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said deliberately.
"Maybe? That's not good enough. You need far more discipline than I had imagined. I will tell you what. I will remove my leather belt, fold it up, take down your panties, and strap you."

My guy always brings an element of surprise to whatever we're doing. I don't like the belt in a real spanking, but it does make me extremely horny when I think about it.

"But, the belt will hurt," I whined.
"Your opinion is irrelevant," he pointed out. "It's what I want that is important. You are a slut. You are my slut and you need to remember your punishment, so it doesn't happen again."

He made me beg for him to stop and to tell him that I would be good.

"How are you going to make up for your disobedience?"
"Whatever you want me to do, I will do it," I replied without hesitation.
"You don't know what your master likes?" he asked me.
"I want to suck you."
"Yes, that is what I want," he said approvingly.

What is interesting is that my guy has never used master in any conversation that we have had. It's significant to me.

I described to him that he'd be standing up. I'd undo the button on his trousers and unzip the fly, pulling them down. I'd then take down his briefs. I'd kneel in front of him. I would then ask him for permission to hold his erect cock and place it in my mouth.

I'd look up at him. I'd kiss the tip of his penis and start licking it. I'd put more of his cock in my mouth, continuing to lick and enjoy having it move up and down in my mouth, feeling like a whore. I told him that he'd push the back of my head, so that I could have more of him in me, regardless of whether I felt like gagging. I liked the thought of him grabbing my hair.

I described having my manicured fingers wrapped around his cock. It didn't take too long for my guy to ejaculate.

It was midnight his time. He was content. He was sleepy. If I were with him, I would tuck him into bed, kiss his forehead, and cuddle up next to him.

Happy first year being together, sweetie.

Happy National Ass Day!

A friend on Twitter indicated that it was National Ass Day. I am thinking that this is more of an American auspicious occasion, as Canadians need more fun days like this one to celebrate.

So, this special day made me think. How does one celebrate it? For me, it would be nice to grope my guy's backside or to be pulled over his knee for a solid spanking. A girl needs to fantasize, especially when my guy is halfway across the world.

As for Skyping, we haven't connected all that well so far this week. On Tuesday, he had sent me a brief message. I had stepped away from the computer for ten minutes. I have not seen him online since.

I am bummed out. No pun intended... really!

I miss him a lot. I know that he's busy. Having a 10.5-hour time difference isn't helpful, either. Here's hoping that we can chat before the week is over.

In the meantime, it's probably safe to say that every time my guy spanks or gropes my backside is a perfect ass day. We have plenty of such days to look forward to.

Blue, blue, rain!

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that my guy was sad. He is moody. It's not to the point where one minute, he is all happy-go-lucky, and then he swings to the opposite extreme in which he wants to jump off a cliff. He has his moments, as do I.

Two Fridays ago, we were chatting in the communal office kitchen. He looked at me and liked what I was wearing. He wanted to talk to me after work. I was good with that. He kissed his finger and then touched my face with it. He is sweet that way. We try and be as discreet about our relationship when we're in the office.

We had initially agreed to talk in the training room. However, it was being occupied by a team of software developers. Instead, we moved our chat to the treehouse.

We drove over to our regular spot. I didn't dress up in a short skirt or anything. I wasn't exactly in the mood, as a number of things at work were also getting to me.

We sat in the backseat of my guy's car. He looked at me and couldn't help but to kiss me. We made out.

It had been several days since we had quality time. I could tell that he had missed me. The intensity that he exhibited when he groped my left breast said it all.

It was my time of the month. He is particularly sweet when I tell him that.

"Even though it's that time of the month, I can still spank you hard, can't I?" he whispered in my ear.

It immediately turned me on. However, we were both enjoying making out that we let that slide.

"It's time to free Willy," he said, which made me groan.

He unfastened his belt that was holding up his slacks. He let me have access to his erect penis. I started off giving him with a handjob. My guy then asked if I could suck him. I didn't hesitate. I went right ahead.

It took him no time to ejaculate. We were both so incredibly relaxed for a bit.

We talked about what was bugging him and making him blue. I am glad that he can confide in me. Unfortunately, he made me feel sad to the point where I couldn't stop crying. I am normally not the type to cry in such a manner. I just couldn't stop.

My guy held me. He apologized for upsetting me. He kissed me countless times and rubbed my thigh. He even went to his car's trunk and got me some strawberries to snack on. Although I felt bloated, I did manage to have a couple.

It was raining outside. We were with each other in the backseat. He held me for hours. It was nice.

He told me that he had dreamt of me the other night. In his dream, he went to kiss a complete stranger. But, he knew that he was kissing my lips. 

He walked me to my car. We had been sitting in his car for four hours. He made sure that I was okay when I finally sat in my car. He leaned over and kissed me on my lips. We then went our separate ways.

I did feel like crap, but how sweet and patient he was with me helped. I noticed that he had sent me an e-mail by the time I got home, asking if I was feeling better.

Despite being so down that day, my guy is a decent guy. He is a keeper. I have said it so many times. I have meant it every time.

Driving my guy to the airport

It has been a trying 1.5 weeks, which would explain why I haven't written too much these days. I have three posts to write.

I normally would write these events in chronological order, like I had explained in a past post. However, I miss my guy that I will write about last Friday first.

I got to work in the afternoon. My morning was stressful. I got a complain from a manager (I will call him RM), who is a jerk. He is old-school. He complained to my manager that I wasn't in the office when he wanted to come down and see me. He couldn't reach me by phone, either.

It's not the first incident in which RM believes that I must be in the office. My boss told me that his mindset is irrelevant. Who cares if I am not in the office? I get my work done. My manager stuck up for me. He told RM that he has never had a problem reaching me when I am working from home. I am always online. I am lucky to be working for a decent, understanding manager.

Anyway, problematic RM has made my working life more complicated by introducing a couple of changes to a process that has my workload piling up. I felt overwhelmed and told my boss that. When I got to the office, it wasn't until an hour later when I could tell my guy just what I was going through. Of course, my guy made me feel better by saying that the weekend was coming up.

My guy finally got his work visa for India. He told me that he was hopping on a plane at 20:00 Friday night. I was happy for him. He has not been on the road for three months. However, it is selfish for me to want him to be with me.

I offered to drive my guy to the airport. I hopped in my car and drove over to where he had parked his car in the lot. He put his luggage and computer bag in my car, and we drove across the street to the airport.

"I feel like my bag is lighter than it should be," he admitted.
"That's okay. It happens," I said. "If you have forgotten something, you can always purchase it, if you need to."
"True," he agreed. "Maybe I am missing my stack of Hustler magazines."
"I wouldn't know," I said, looking at his huge grin on his face.
"You'll be on Skype, right?" he asked me.
"Should I be?" I asked, teasing him.
"You better be."
"Is that a threat?" I asked.
"You know what will happened if you aren't," he said sternly.
"I don't know," I said, acting like an airhead, but I knew that I would be spanked.

My guy teased me about how I seem to have a knack for getting off the hook for speeding. He doesn't have that luck on his side.

I got him to the terminal that he needed to be at. He unloaded his stuff from my car. I got out of my car to say goodbye. We kissed. We hugged. I touched his chest tenderly with my right hand. We didn't have to say anything. But, we did.

"You take care," he told me.
"You, too," I replied. "Have a safe flight."
"You, too."
"I'm not flying," I said, with a smile on my face.
"I don't know what I am saying," he admitted, smiling back at me. "You just gave me a nice hug."
"That was nice," I confirmed.

We hugged one last time before we went our separate ways.

"Be on Skype," he whispered into my right ear.
"I'll try," I said, which we both know is my way of confirming that I will be.

My guy is away for a week. It seems like an eternity, but I am happy that he is travelling again. Luckily, we have Skype. 

Feels like high school, but we're at work, supposedly working

This post is late. I need to be dealt with. My tardiness is an issue. =)

Two Wednesdays ago, my guy and I were in a training session together. However, this week had a number of events that had occurred. The latest was that our medium-sized company that we worked for had been acquired by a rather large one.

The day before, there was an informal gathering about the news. Everyone in our training class completely missed this announcement. There was, however, going to be a formal rollout on Wednesday. Our manager indicated that we all had to be at this rollout, which was held at a hotel ballroom close by.

So, on Wednesday, my guy and I rode in a colleague's rented minivan. Our colleague was from the Chicago area and was also with us for training. He was nice to chat with. He had a new white iPhone 5. I got to hold it. It was impressive compared to my nearly three-year-old BlackBerry.

Anyway, my guy and I sat next to each other in the ballroom. Our relationship feels like we are high school kids. We seemed like insolent kids who just didn't care. It was partly because the vice president, who was describing the parent company, had a thick Italian accent and was based in Sweden. She was on a conference call in which the audio was poor. Whenever someone joined or left the conference, that person's name was announced to everyone that he had joined or left, respectively. It was highly annoying!

My guy was playing a number of games on his phone during the presentation. He first played a toss-the-crumpled-paper-ball-into-the-wastebasket game. He then played virtual pool, which he completely sucked at. I had to tease him. His sinking a ball by tilting his phone to will the ball into the pocket was not working. He scratched a number of times, which made me laugh. Then, he played some kind of twisted Tetris game that involved elements of nature.

There are moments where I want to put my guy over my knee and spank him. Today was one of them.

We cracked jokes throughout the entire presentation. I did something different, though. I had dropped my left hand between our chairs. I decided to touch the back of his thigh. My guy liked it. He actually moved his right calf closer. I caressed it for quite some time.

Eventually, I reached under his pant leg and felt his bare calf. It was nicely sculpted. I liked the feel of it. I did it discreetly. I could tell that my guy enjoyed every minute of it. Needless to say, I loved it, too.

We went back to the training room for the rest of the day. We occasionally showed signs of affection. He touched my thigh. I squeezed his. He came over and put his hand behind my back, which slide to my left buttock. He groped it. I was incredibly aroused.

It is rare for us to be in training together. I like it. I wish that we had training more often.

My guy told me afterwards that he thought that the day was special. I agreed. In fact, we both felt that the week was shaping up to be a memorable one.

Hugs are good, with a bit of teasing

I am a few posts behind schedule. I usual go in chronological order with my posts. I do have to write about last Wednesday, but I've decided to talk about this week first. I'll talk about Wednesday another day.

There has been a lot of stuff happening at work. I feel that it's good, but there's uncertainty right now. Again, that'll be either a Wednesday post or a subsequent one.

On Monday, I received an e-mail from a manager who is a jerk. He basically has added a feature to our software bug tracking system that makes me do more work. I was annoyed, but not really depressed. I talked about it with my guy at work. He knows that I do a ton of work and wants me to be happy.

"I want to give you a hug," he said to me. He's good at making me feel better.
"That would be nice, but it's probably not a good idea in this setting," I replied. He nodded in agreement.

We left work together. We got into an empty elevator. He wrapped his arms around me. It was nice to do the same. I love being in his arms. He tenderly kissed my head, always reassuring me in his own way that things will be okay.

My guy was supposed to travel to India and stay there for two weeks. He was to depart this weekend. Unfortunately, getting a visa for India is a longer process. Our manager is not good at planning. Needless to say, my guy is bummed out.

We are similar in that we both love to travel. He has not been on a business trip for three months. In a selfish way, I have enjoyed having him here. I get to see him more often and we have more quality time together. However, I do want him to be happy and was genuinely pleased that he was going to India.

Well, he was down about not travelling until he gets his visa. He told me that he felt stressed out, irritable, and grumpy. He actually went to a sauna to relax for a bit on Tuesday, which made him feel better. It pains me to see him unhappy.

It seemed like a carbon copy of Monday night. We both left the office and got into an empty elevator. I reached out and hugged him. I don't say much, but how I hug him reveals to him how I feel. We didn't let go for a long time. We eventually did separate. He reached for my hand and squeezed it. Of course, I did the same thing and smiled at him.

We talked for a bit in the parking lot. My guy looked at me. He liked the pants that I was wearing. He liked how slim my legs looked to him. I told him that he didn't look too irritable there. He laughed.

I told him to drive safely home. We had talked earlier about how we react when someone cuts us off. My guy drives aggressively and flips the bird at the driver. I end up driving up to the car, driving beside the car for a bit, making eye contact with the driver, and then speeding past that car.

"I will [drive safely], unless someone cuts me off," he said, smirking.
"What if I am the one who cuts you off?" I teased.
"I would have to hit you hard," he said, obviously referring to my backside, and not my vehicle.
"I would welcome that."
"I would rear-end you, too," he said cunningly.
"Literally and figuratively, I am sure."

My guy seemed in better spirits. Perhaps I can make him feel better soon.

What you wear to training class can lead to a treehouse meeting

My guy decided to schedule our treehouse meetings on Wednesdays. When we had talked about it last week, I indicated that it was a rather long wait. I didn't think that my guy could wait that long. Frankly, I didn't think that I could hold out. However, compared to my guy, my patience stretches farther.

My guy and I were in a couple of training courses at work for the entire week. We tend to keep our public affection under wraps when we are at work. It is difficult.

I hauled my laptop into the training room at around 09:20. I tend to go upstairs on the seventh floor to drop all my stuff off and to do a bit of work before heading downstairs on the main floor of the office building. My guy doesn't bother stopping by his cubicle. He just comes into the training room from the parking lot. His laptop was already in the training room.

I walked out of the room to visit the ladies' washroom. My guy was standing outside the training room, looking down at his cell phone.

"Hey, you!" I said to him. He looked up and smiled.
"Hey, good morning!" he said cheerfully, looking at me from head to toe.
"How are you?" I asked him.
"I'm good now," he grinned. "You look good."
"Thanks," I said, walking away. "I have to make a pit stop."

Five minutes later, I walked into the training room. My guy's eyes were still on me. I could tell that he liked what I was wearing. I had a cobalt blue Gap cardigan on, which had three-quarter sleeves and a v-neck. I had a black tank top underneath that had a built-in shelf bra. My dress pants were from Gap and were dark grey.

Throughout the morning, my guy discreetly put his hand on my back a few times. I put my hand on his thigh several times and squeezed it under the table.

When lunch came around, we were the only two people in the room. We were both standing up. We looked at each other. He grabbed my left buttock. I initiated kissing him. We hugged. I caressed the back of his neck. It was sweet.

He walked behind me and hugged me. His penis was erect under his dress pants. It was rubbing my backside.

The afternoon was no different. We were in training class, trying to pay attention. But, we continued to discreetly show signs of affection toward each other. It felt like we were in high school.

After the training session was over, we both headed up to our cubicles on the seventh floor. We both left work at 18:00 and stopped in front of the elevator.

"Do you want a quickie session?" he asked me.
"It's not Tuesday," I said, smiling.
"I know," he said.
"I'm game."

So, we drove over to our usual spot and climbed into the treehouse. My guy admitted that he loved what I was wearing so much that he wanted me all to himself immediately. He thought that I had a sixties look to me that was sexy to him. He also admitted that he liked my dress pants and their material, especially when he groped my backside.

As always, we kissed. I love tracing his lips with the tip of my tongue. The feeling is mutual. We French kissed for a bit.

His hand went to my thigh, running his hand up and down it before groping my breasts. I had my hand on his chest for a bit. It then moved to the back of his neck and head.

My guy unbuttoned my cardigan. He liked the tank top. He pulled it down, exposing my breasts. He worked on my right breast. He sucked, licked, and nibbled on my nipple. I loved it all.

Before I got into the treehouse, I had handed him my wooden ruler. I like this ritual that I started of handing him an implement that will be used when I am spanked. The action turns me on instantaneously.

My guy whispering in my ear also gets me aroused.

"You aren't wearing a skirt," he noticed.
"It's not Wednesday," I noted, referencing the fact that he had established our treehouse meeting for that day, and not Tuesday.
"I don't care," he said. "You need to put on that skirt and show me your bare legs."
"You're unfair and mean," I said, acting like a bratty schoolgirl.
"I'm mean?" he said, sounding upset. "You need to be punished."

I ended up in a position where I was face down on my guy's crotch. So, I nuzzled his cock and noticed that he enjoyed my rubbing my face over his hard member. My butt was up in the air. My guy has long arms. He used the wooden ruler on my backside.

"Do you still think that I am mean?" he said and whacked my right buttock with the ruler.
"Yes," I said. He alternated between slapping each buttock. My butt was starting to sting.
"How many times have I told you to be prepared for me? You are my slut."
"Ow!" I said, feeling the sting build up as he continued to slap me with the ruler.
"Will you behave?" he asked me.
"Yes, sir."

His hand went down my dress pants and panties. He proceeded to finger both my wet pussy and butthole, telling me that I was his naughty slut. He wanted me to beg him to finger me. I did what I was told. I was so aroused. It took little time for me to come. I rested my head on his chest for a bit. His hand was still inside me. I knew that he wanted to have me come again. I was right. Moments later, I reached orgasm. It was wonderful.

My guy whispered in my ear that he wanted me to suck him for being a bad girl. Sure enough, his dress pants and briefs came down. I had his hard cock to myself. I wasted little time in licking the tip of his penis before inserting his erect penis in my mouth and proceeding to give him a blowjob.

It drives him crazy when I use my tongue nonstop. He has told me that I have a smooth tongue, which surprised me at first. I have always thought that it was rough.

He came. He came a lot. He was completely in dopey mode. We rested for a bit before we cleaned up. He put some aftershave in the palm of my hand to kill the semen.

My guy looked like he was sleeping. I kissed his hand and then held it. He had a sweet smile on his face.

"I am so happy," he said in a dopey tone.
"I am glad that you are," I admitted.
"You just get better and better sucking me."

It was the best compliment a girl could get from her guy. I rested my head against my guy's shoulder. He rested his head on mine and then kissed me. It was a nice moment in the treehouse. I love training week.

Taking a BDSM quiz - my results

I like taking quizzes from time to time. And nope, I am not talking about quizzes for a couple of training courses that I am taking at work this week.

I stumbled across a BDSM quiz on Renee Rose's blog, which I sat down and diligently went through the seven pages of questions. The verdict? I am a switch.

• Switch - 96%
• Masochist - 86%
• Submissive - 79%
• Sadist - 75%
• Bondage - 71%
• Experimental - 68%
• Dominant - 64%
• Exhibitionist / Voyeur -  27%
• Degradation - 54%
• Vanilla - 25%

This result doesn't surprise me. For years, I enjoyed spanking my ex-hubby and being spanked. These days, I am exploring more of my submissive side with my guy. However, he has expressed interest in being spanked. I like the thought of having him over my lap for a spanking. I told him that we could explore this avenue when he was ready.

I am pleased that he likes when I touch his buttocks. It's promising. I am hopeful.

Quickie after work and dopiness ensues

My guy seems to like treehouse meetings on Wednesdays these days. I suppose it's fitting, considering that they are considered hump days.

I like that he schedules when we have our meetings. I tend to be in control of everything in my life. It's nice that he takes control when it comes to quality time after work.

Personally, I like treehouse meetings on Fridays. It's just a nice way to kick off the weekend. I doubt that it will happen as often as they used to. He has agreed to drive a co-op student home on Friday evenings.

Anyway, this Wednesday was busy for both of us. I had to spend some time proofreading a colleague's user guide. He had to talk to a long-winded IT guy for a few hours.

As a result, our treehouse time was shortened. My guy likes to call it a quickie. Even our quickies aren't exactly quick. Such meetings last an hour. We both are okay with it, because we miss each other and are horny.

Sure enough, we left work together and got into the elevator. We had it all to ourselves. We kissed. He told me that he had missed me. The feeling was mutual.

I had to change into my short skirt, so I dashed into the washroom. My guy had a five-minute lead to our regular meeting place.

So, I climbed into the backseat of his car. He looked at me and liked how I looked. I was immediately drawn to his chest. He had taken his undershirt off just for me, but had his dress shirt on. I was a happy girl.

As usual, we started off kissing. I had missed his lips. I caressed his head. He touched my bare legs and squeezed my left thigh.

He proceeded to kiss my neck and chest. He then lifted my blouse and played with my breasts. He loves sucking and nibbling on my nipples. He didn't hesitate to take my right breast out of my black bra. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on my nipple. It was heavenly! We then kissed some more.

His hand went up my skirt. It was time for me to be fondled. My right left went over the armrest in front of us. My other leg went over his lap. He proceeded to finger my pussy, which was already wet. He went ahead and fingered by butt simultaneously, while calling me his slut.

"You know what happens to bad girls like you?" he asked me.
"No," I said like a naive little girl.
"They get punished," he said, gently rubbing my cheek. "Your cheek will get slapped around because you've been bad."
"No," I said, like a whiny kid in elementary school.

He slapped my left cheek a good six times while making commentary that all sluts like me get slapped around. It was hot.

"Do you have anything to say about getting slapped?" he asked rhetorically.
"Nope," I replied.
"That's right. I tell you what to do."

It took practically no time for me to reach orgasm. It was wonderful. Just before I came, my left hand was touching his chest. I was actually playing with his left nipple.

My guy put his hand on my abdomen, which made me giggle. I am ticklish. I immediately put my left hand over his hand and opened my eyes. My guy was looking at me lovingly.

"That tickles," I said with a smile.
"I love touching you there," he admitted.
"I wish I weren't so ticklish," I observed. "It gets in the way sometimes."
"I like that you are. You're cute when you are ticklish."
"I giggle like a ten-year-old girl!"

I reached over and cupped my left hand against his right cheek. My guy turned and kissed my hand. He is so sweet.

My guy was squeezing and running his hand up and down my left leg. It was nice. Eventually, he was rubbing his erect penis against my bare leg.

It was time for me to give my guy a blowjob. He took down his trousers and briefs. He was masturbating as I was pulling my hair back into a ponytail.

I went down on him, taking his hard cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, enjoying the moment of having him in my mouth. My right hand was cupping his balls. I had my thumb and pointer finger holding his penis for stability. I tried something different and had my left hand under his right thigh. My guy liked it all.

After he had ejaculated, I cracked a few jokes and he laughed at them. He kissed my forehead gently. I kissed his tummy. We then cleaned up. He told me that I get better and better at sucking him. Compliments are always appreciated!

My guy gets dopey after a blowjob. He was caressing his now limp cock, talking to it about me and how I make it hard when I am around. I went to hold his limp member and told my guy that his cock couldn't hear what we were saying, as it doesn't have any ears. It's a head after all!

We both laughed. It was a funny moment. My guy is so sweet in dopey mode. I rubbed his head. He loved it. He looked so relaxed.

I love when my guy whispers in my ear. He often provides details about our next meeting in a tone that turns me on.

"Prepare to be touched by me at any time next week," he whispered, as we were hugging.
"And, what if I don't give you access?"
"You will be severely punished," he stated with conviction.

We hugged some more. I caressed his back. My left hand eventually made it to his buttocks. He tends to have his wallet in his right back pocket. So, I played with his left buttock. It was nice. I could tell that he liked what I was doing, too.

Next Wednesday seems so far away for a meeting after work. That's okay. We have Friday and the weekend to see each other.

Surprise spanking in the elevator

My guy surprises me often. Today, he caught me completely by surprise.

I got to work and opened the door. There he was. He looked good.

"What, no blue shirt?" I asked him.
"Nope. Should I be wearing one?" he said sheepishly.
"That's okay. You'll have other opportunities," I said, admiring his grey and white dress shirt, and grey slacks. "You look really good."
"You look great yourself," he said.
"You're just saying that," I responded.
"Why would I just say that?" he asked me.
"Just to butter me up."
"I would show you physically," he started.
"I know. Showing me in this corridor is probably not the best place," I smirked, as we both nodded in agreement.

My guy and I chatted often throughout the afternoon. We were talking about my former manager who was a jerk.

"Didn't you want to kiss him?" he asked me, pulling my leg.
"You're making me shiver," I said. "Why would I want to do that?"
"Well, you have a thing for older men with bald heads," he hinted.
"True," I said, looking straight into my guy's eyes. "Not him, though."
"I know," he replied. "He doesn't deserve to have someone as cute as you with those kissable lips."
"You do," I pointed out, which made us both smile.

We chatted about my guy's upcoming presentation for a bit. We then realized that it was 19:00. We packed our stuff and headed out the door.

My guy held the door open for me. I walked through it. He pinched my right buttock. It was nice.

At the elevators, a colleague had his foot in front of an empty elevator. It was odd. He let us go in it.

Normally, when we have an empty elevator, my guy and I tend to kiss and hug all the way to the ground floor once the doors close.

Today was different. The doors finally closed.

"Turn around," he said.

I did what I was told. He pinched and groped my left buttock. Without any hesitation, my guy spanked me as I was bent over, holding on to the handrail. They were pretty good smacks on each buttock with his bare hand. He didn't hold back. I got a good eight swats before the elevator stopped.

I adjusted myself and we got out of the elevator.

"Wow," I remarked. "I am so turned on. That hurt!"
"Good," he said. "Wednesday."
"Wednesday," I repeated, which was perfectly clear to both of us that we'd be in the treehouse for some quality time.

I was completely aroused and wet. My guy knew it. He had just fulfilled one of many spanking fantasies that I have. I get to cross that one off my list.

I wish that every workday ended that way for me.

Sweet moments in an elevator due to my forgetfulness

The most difficult part about being with someone who is also your colleague is keeping work separate from your personal life. My guy and I do a fairly good job at making this delineation. We don't make out while on the job.

Last Friday, we were in a meeting with our manager. My guy has a presentation to make this Wednesday. I am involved as I wrote the input, which will be the basis of his presentation. My guy was his usual polite self, pulling out the chair for me. I thanked him.

We had a pretty good discussion. My guy had to open a documentation ticket in our software tracking system. I thanked him for assigning me more work. He felt bad about it, but told me before our meeting that he would make that up for me. Yes, he implied quality time down the road with me.

Anyway, both my boss and my guy liked the fact that I could sympathize with how many software features my guy could possibly discuss in a two-hour presentation. Most writers don't think about presentations from a timing standpoint. I have always been different.

I had my legs crossed during this meeting. I was wearing a pair of jeans, a green t-shirt, and sandals. I caught my guy looking at my legs and feet. It was cute.

Trying to keep our hands off each other when we are sitting inches away from each other can be difficult. We managed to be professional!

A couple of hours later, my guy and I talked at our cubicles. It was great catching up.

We left work for the weekend. The elevator had folks in there, so we couldn't kiss or hug discreetly. It was a bummer. We haven't done that for a bit.

I had worn a sweatshirt to work, as it was breezy. I had left it hanging over the back of my desk chair. It had my keys in one of the pockets. I told my guy that I needed his help to retrieve it. My guy has an after-hours pass to ride the elevator. I don't have access. He was sweet in helping me.

We walked into an empty elevator. The doors closed. We kissed and hugged passionately. I was happy to gently caress his chest. We enjoyed the ride.

My guy made sure that I could enter our floor. I could. I went to get my sweatshirt and came back to the main elevators. My guy was waiting for me.

We got into another elevator. It was empty. We lucked out twice! The doors closed. He groped my buttocks. I caressed his head and hugged him tightly.

I thanked him for helping him and for being so sweet. He smiled at me, and liked that we had some happy ups and downs in an elevator.

Reunited with sucking and lopsided slaps

My guy goes on business trips fairly often. As of late, he hasn't travelled anywhere. He may have an upcoming trip to Dubai, but nothing has been finalized.

I feel selfish to a certain degree. I like that we spend more time together when he's not on the road. However, I know that he misses travelling, so I feel for him and want him to travel soon. It was also a bit strange that I took a week off to go on vacation and he was here. Needless to say, we had both missed each other.

We kept in touch during my entire vacation, so it wasn't too bad. However, we did miss being with each other physically.

So, we finally saw each other on Wednesday when I got to work. My guy was wearing a blue, long-sleeved shirt. He looked good in it. Blue suits him. He paired his shirt with a nice pair of charcoal grey slacks.

We talked for a bit. I told him that I was pulled over in Ohio for exceeding the limit by 15 mph. The state trooper let me off the hook, likely because I was a tourist. My guy thinks that the trooper thought that I was cute. He had to let me go. I figured that this incident would be a playful reason for me to be spanked. After all, when my guy got caught for speeding in Pennsylvania, he was fined.

My guy came over to my cubicle and we talked. He rubbed my shoulders and neck. I ended up rubbing my forearm against his cock, which was starting to get hard. He suggested that we have a meeting. I was game.

My guy and I sent instant messages on Skype for a bit. He asked me how my pussy was. We have both nicknamed each other's private parts. I told him that my pussy has been lonely for over a week. He indicated that he could rectify this issue. I assumed that the feeling was mutual with his cock. Yep, I was correct.

He left work at 17:20. I followed suit, but had to change into a denim mini skirt. I met up with him at our regular spot and climbed into the backseat of his car, which we affectionately call the treehouse.

My guy had taken off his blue shirt. He was wearing a white tank top, which looked good against his nicely tanned skin. I handed him my wooden ruler.

We looked at each other. He said that I looked good. He did to me. We immediately kissed. I definitely had missed his tender, sweet lips pressed against mine. It was enjoyable to make out with him. After all, it had been nearly two weeks since we last were together.

I was playing with his chest, running my fingers through his chest hairs. We briefly talked between kisses.

"I have missed your lips," he said. "You're beautiful, amazing, sweet, cute, and adorable."
"I like this look," I pointed out, enjoying caressing his bare shoulders.
"The wife-beater look?" he asked me. We both cracked up laughing.
"No, that's not what I meant! It's the access to your chest that I love."
"I know," he said, as we both continued to chuckle for a bit before we continued kissing passionately.

He played with my breasts, taking them out of my black lacy bra. He pinched my nipples. I loved it.

He then played with my pussy, eventually fingering my clit and butt. He is wonderful at pleasuring me. I reached orgasm and was content laying there in his arms for a bit. He tenderly kissed my forehead. He still had his hand in my pussy. He liked the look of it.

He wasn't done with me. He wanted me to come again. This time, he decided to slap my right buttock repeatedly with the wooden ruler as he continued to finger me.

"You know that you can't go on vacation like that," he reasoned, slapping the ruler against my right buttock, which was barely protected by my lacy black underwear and short skirt.
"But, I needed to take time off," I explained.
"You weren't there to suck me," he said, continuing to assault my buttock with the ruler.
"I had sucked you twice the week before I went away," I pointed out. That wasn't a good idea. More smacks took place.
"When I need you to suck me, you need to be there for me," he stated. He lifted up my skirt and slapped me even harder with the ruler.
"Ow!"
"Are you going to leave me all alone with no slut like you to suck me?" he asked rhetorically and then slapped my buttock repeatedly.
"No, sir."
"You know that I can't go out and find another slut. You are my slut," he said, slapping away.
"That hurts!"
"You deserve it," he stated. "Are you going to suck me today?"
"Yes," I said.

He stopped spanking my right buttock and focused on making me reach orgasm again. He told me to come like the whore that I was. I was incredibly aroused that it took little time for me to come. I was so happy. He was, too.

My guy pulled down his trousers and briefs. His penis was erect. I asked him if I could suck him. He let me.

He told me that he loved what I was doing to him. He had missed my mouth wrapped around his member, taking it in and out, and licking it. I played with his balls simultaneously. It was enjoyable pleasing him. He came. He became dopey. My mission was accomplished!

He said the sweetest compliments. I love him and when he does that.

"You're being super sweet," I pointed out.
"That's because you are super sweet," he replied, still dopey from my sucking him.

We chatted for quite some time. Before we said goodnight to each other, I asked him if I could give him a hug. He didn't mind. He commented that he could tell by my hug that I had missed him. It was nice to be in his arms, safe and loved.

I went home and looked at the damage that my guy had done to my right buttock. It was nice seeing red marks hours after being spanked. It was great to be back from vacation.

A late entry - being spanked hard in the treehouse

I was hoping to write about my last meeting with my guy before I went on vacation. I did indeed get a Bluetooth keyboard for my iPad. However, I was enjoying being on vacation and relaxing that I decided to blog once I returned home.

So, as you can tell, I am back. This post recounts what happened a couple of Fridays ago.

My guy had sent me a message on Skype at 09:15. It was a first. Normally, he is driving to work at this hour. He told me that he has been at work since 08:00. I couldn't believe it! I hoped that I could take another picture of him sleeping at his desk. He told me that I'd have that opportunity later on in the day.

Previously, I had told him that I may not come into work. However, I ended up scheduling a meeting with a software manager at 15:00. My guy teased me and asked if I had a treehouse meeting then. I wished!

I got to work in the afternoon. My guy and I talked, as usual. He then came over to my desk. He had told me the other day that he wasn't sure if we'd do another treehouse meeting. I could tell that he wanted to, as did I.

He came over to my desk, and caressed my back and shoulders. Oh, how I enjoy when he does that to me! I was caressing the back of his thigh. He decided to move my hand up to his right buttock. It was nice groping it. I had no idea that he liked my doing that. I moved my hand over to his left buttock and did the same thing. It was wonderful!

My guy left work first. It is a bit rare for him to depart early. I am generally the one who leaves first. I ended up talking to a colleague, which delayed my departure.

I quickly went to change into my short, dark blue skirt. I then drove to our usual location. I could see my guy sitting comfortable in the backseat of his car. I walked over with my wooden ruler and handed it to him. I apologized for being late. He understood. We both talk for a living.

We talked briefly.

"Are you all packed for your vacation?" he asked me.
"Nope, I have to pack tonight," I admitted. "
What makes you think that you're going to be packing tonight after we're done here?" he asked me. I smiled.

As usual, we kissed passionately. He had taken his undershirt off, so I was able to use both my hands to unbutton his dress shirt, allowing me to caress his attractive chest. He was feeling the length of my bare leg, eventually squeezing my thigh.

He caressed my breast. He took my bra off and sucked each nipple. It was incredible pleasurable. He nibbled on them, too.

He proceeded to whisper in my ear.

"You need to be punished."

I couldn't have agreed with him more. I asked how he wanted me. I ended up kneeling on all fours on the backseat. He lifted up my skirt and liked seeing my bottom sticking up with my lacy black panties covering most of it.

"Comfy?" he asked me, as my head was resting against the side of his car.
"As comfortable as I can be," I said.
"You were late coming here," he said.
"It's my first time," I stated. "You're always late."
"It's not about me. It's about your tardiness," he said sternly. He swatted my backside with his bare hand several times.
"Ow!"
"That's what you get for being disobedient," he said, continuing to smack my buttocks. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"No, I haven't done anything wrong," I said defiantly, with a smile on my face.
"You've done nothing wrong?" he repeated and continued to smack my bottom even harder. "How does that feel?"
"It hurts!"
"Are you going to behave?"
"No!"
"No?" he questioned me.

My guy pulled my panties down and spanked me hard with his bare hand several times. I loved every swat. He continued to scold me for being late. He wasn't done. He used the wooden ruler.

"You can't be late when we have a meeting," he reasoned, slapping my bare left buttock three times in a row hard with the ruler.
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling the effects of his slaps.
"Sorry isn't good enough," he stated, working on my right buttock.
"I'm so sorry, sir," I said, really feeling the sting.
"Will you be late again?" he asked me, slapping both buttocks hard.
"No, sir. Never again," I said.

My guy stopped spanking me. Instead, he fingered both my clit and butt. I was so wet and aroused from the spanking that it took no time for me to reach orgasm. It was incredible. I rested in his arms for a bit.

My guy still had his hand in my pussy. Round two started. He made me come again as he called me his exclusive slut. I was so relaxed afterwards. He hugged me tightly.

I massaged his erect penis for a bit. He then slipped his trousers and briefs off, allowing me to wrap my hand around his hard cock. I used my tongue to lick around his head for a bit before I put his cock deep in my mouth. I enjoy giving my guy a blowjob. I could tell that he was enjoying being sucked and having his balls caressed in the process.

He ejaculated a lot. He kissed me tenderly afterwards as I rested my head on his tummy. We then cleaned up and held hands. We chat afterwards. It's mostly dopey talk, but it's fun. We both find our chats to be special.

Towards the end of our little meeting, we hugged tightly. We'd be away from each other for over a week. He whispered in my ear.

"When you come back, you will be punished for going on vacation and leaving me alone without you."
"I'd like that," I said, without hesitation.

We hugged each other a bit longer. I liked the soreness that I was feeling from being spanked.

"You are becoming quite the spanker," I said, smiling at him. "Thank you." 

My guy hugged me tightly. He obviously liked my compliment.

Still alive... just on vacation!

Sorry for not posting much these days. I am on vacation in western Pennsylvania. I can't believe that my vacation is half over. I am not vacation with my guy. I do miss him, but we are in contact. We had quite the farewell-before-vacation meeting in our treehouse last Friday. I plan on writing a post on it. I have been travelling with my iPad and finally got a Bluetooth keyboard today. So, expect a detailed account soon. =)

Catching up - my spanking and his blowjob

My guy has meetings with a client all week. These meetings end at 15:00. It was wonderful seeing him with a blue long-sleeved shirt on today. He looks good in that colour.

"Hey, lady in pink," he said to me, noticing my blouse.
"Hey, there," I replied. "You look great in blue."

I saw my guy looking at a fellow female colleague's breasts. Yes, they are huge. It was obvious that he was looking at them. He is not a fan of a huge rack, as I certainly don't have one. He was looking at them as if they were freaky. I laughed. My guy came over to ask what I was laughing at. I told him. He told me that I was bad. Yes, I loved it.

My guy was yawning up a storm. He doesn't function well with five hours of sleep. I threatened to take a candid picture of him sleeping. He said that getting a third sleepy picture of him to add to my photo collection was feasible. He walked over to my desk.

"Are you sleepwalking?" I teased, which made him laugh.
"You know that e-mail about point number two?" he asked me. We both knew that this point was covered already in our deliverables.
"Yes, I recall this point well," I nodded.
"We should schedule a meeting to work on this point," he said with a smile.
"This meeting can certainly be arranged," I stated, with both of us smiling at each other, as my guy continued to massage my upper back.

I then had something to say about an e-mail sent by the part-time colleague who is horrible at reading the entire e-mail. My guy walked over again. We talked about it. My arm was stretched out, rubbing his hard cock with it as my hand was on my desk. He squeezed my underarm in the process. It was nice.

I like teasing my guy. I drove 140 km/hr this afternoon to get to work, as I was running a bit late and traffic was flowing well along the highway. My guy did this speed in the States and got a speeding ticket. I indicated that I was the goody-goody driving a hybrid vehicle, while he was in a six-cylinder, two-door car. I have yet to get a speeding ticket (knock on wood).

We both headed over to our usual spot. I had my lacy black panties on and a blue skirt. I didn't have my black lacy bra on, as I don't like it showing under a pink blouse. I knew that I would be scolded for having a nude bra on instead, which would be a good reason for getting spanked.

We both got into the treehouse. I handed him a wider-than-normal wooden ruler and said that he would need to use it on this bad girl. He nodded in agreement.

It was wonderful to kiss him again. His cold was gone. We kissed and used our tongues to circle each other's lips. It was terrific.

He touched my bare legs, methodically moving his hand up and down them, and squeezing my thighs. Eventually, his hand went under my skirt and was groping my right buttock.

His hand then moved under my pink blouse. He caressed my breasts. He proceeded to take my right breast out of my bra and sucked on my nipple. He licked around it. He sucked on it like a baby would. He nibbled on it for a bit. It was heavenly as I caressed his sweet head while resting my chin on his shoulder.

He took a blue surgical-like glove out.

"You're actually taking a glove out of the glove compartment," I remarked. "And, it's blue, which matches your shirt," I pointed out, which made him grin.

We kissed a bit more before we talked briefly. 

"Why didn't you wear your black bra?" he asked me.
"I don't wear a black bra under a pink top," I indicated.
"I don't care," he said, getting into our respective roles. "You are expected to wear it. You need to be punished."
"It's such a minor detail," I pointed out. "You're just being mean."
"You need to have that bra on for me. It's not up to you to decide whether it is a minor detail," he said, shifting his position to the middle of the backseat and rubbing his thigh against my bare thigh. "Bend over!"

So, I went over his knee. I was excited about getting a spanking. He lifted my skirt up and put on the glove. He groped and pinched my backside, which made me horny.

He started to spank me with his hand, which I love. I was aroused, especially when he talks while spanking me.

"Will you wear your black bra from now on?" he asked me, slapping my left buttock.
"Maybe," I said.
"Maybe? That's not good enough," he replied, smacking my right buttock.
"You will wear that bra because I want you to. Understood?"
"No," I replied defiantly, which prompted my guy to slap both cheeks, and the backs of both thighs and calves.
"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked me.
"No," I said.
"No?" he mocked, instead using the wooden ruler to smack my buttocks.
"Ow," I said playfully, which prompted him to use the wooden ruler with greater force across my backside.
"You're such a bad girl," he remarked, continuing to smack the backs of my thighs and my buttocks.

He stopped and started to finger my clit. I was clearly wet from all this spanking activity. He then fingered my ass. He has wonderful fingers that do a fine job pleasuring me. It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm. It was heavenly. I ended up limp across his lap. It was nice that he helped me sit back up after he had adjusted my panties and skirt.

My guy admitted that he liked what he had seen. He liked looking at my butt and fingering me. I told him that I liked looking at his socks and shoes again, which made him laugh.

I rested in his arms for a bit. We kissed again. I squeezed his right thigh and moved my hand toward his penis, which was hard as a rock. My guy unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled down both his trousers and briefs.

"You look so good in blue," I said, sounding like a broken record. "Even your briefs match your shirt!"

I proceeded to tie my hair back. I know that my guy loves seeing my lips wrapped around his erect penis. I licked the tip of his penis first, circling it with my tongue. He enjoyed it immensely, judging from his reaction. I licked up and down his penis for a bit before I began sucking it like a good little slut.

It didn't take too long for him to ejaculate. I had my left hand at the base of his penis as I was giving him a blowjob. My other hand was playing with his balls. He loved what I was doing to him. I am still not interested in having him ejaculate in my mouth, so he pulled out just before he does. It was wonderful to see how relaxed and dopey he was afterward. I rested my head against his chest and we held hands for about ten minutes in this position.

We then talked for a bit, as we normally do. He's sweet in always telling me that I'm an attractive woman with a nice smile and a cute chin. He admitted to me that he has always found Asian women sexy and has been so pleased to be seeing someone who is at long last. He's a keeper.

I rubbed his head again, which he likes just as much as I do.

"Your head is so soft and uniform," I said, caressing his slightly fuzzy shaved head, which I adore.
"You like my head?" he asked me.
"Yes, both of them," I said with a naughty smile on my face. "Two heads are better than one."
"I was thinking the same thing," he admitted.
"Scary, isn't it?" I said, which made us both laugh.
"I won't shave my head as often," he indicated. I nodded in agreement.

My guy told me about getting a massage in Hong Kong last year, before we started seeing each other. My guy has always been curious about everything, so this tidbit of information didn't surprise me.

"Did you like it?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it was okay," he said, still in dopey mode. "But, I couldn't hold her hand, like I do with you."
"I probably can't give a massage like that," I stated.
"You do things to me that no massage parlour in Hong Kong can do for me. You make me feel good. You give awesome blowjobs and your kisses are hot. I need and want you."
"That's sweet," I said.
"It's true," he said, smiling and looking into my eyes.

We then talked about my spanking.

"You spanked me well," I pointed out. "Did the ruler split?"
"No, I didn't want to hit you that hard," he admitted. "I didn't want to cause too much damage. Did it hurt?"
"A little," I said. "You can spank me a bit harder next time."
"If you insist," he said, which made me smile.

It was a good day in the treehouse, as usual and as expected.

Observations while being spanked and groped

My guy and I went out for lunch with a colleague today. I chose a local Chinese restaurant to frequent and drove us there. The food was delicious and the company was wonderful!

We had a good 1.5-hour break there. We chatted up quite the storm. We laughed a lot. My guy and I were sitting across from each other once again.

He looked longingly at my hands that were laying flat on the table. I could tell that he had missed me.

When we were leaving the restaurant, he held the door open for me, like the polite man that he is. I walked through it. He grabbed my left buttock, not once, but twice! I was aroused. He knew it.

For what seems to be years, I had always thought that my being spanked caused me to be extremely aroused and wet. Nope, it's more than that. I love being groped. I get turned on even when my buttocks are lightly caressed.

When you are over your spanker's knee, do you close your eyes while you are being spanked or are they wide open? Mine tend to be open. The last time that I was spanked, I was looking at my guy's Rockport shoes. I also observed that my guy was wearing grey socks.

On Friday, I casually asked whether my guy was wearing Rockport shoes again. He nodded. He was impressed that I knew what brand his shoes were.

"When you were spanking me last week, I was looking at your shoes and socks," I admitted.
"That's nice," he said, with a smile on his face.
"You probably had a better view than I did," I hinted.
"Yes, I love spanking that cute little butt of yours," he said sweetly. "We need sturdier implements, though."
"I should find that fuzzy purple paddle. I doubt that it'll break like the other implements so far," I smiled.

If a third implement is destroyed while I am being spanked, I am getting a lottery ticket. In either case, I am a winner.

Chatting turns to groping and pleasuring thanks to a short skirt

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Nail polish, footsie, and sleepyhead pictures

On Monday, my guy and I went out for lunch with another colleague. Our colleague is leaving the company in a couple of weeks and she wanted to spend some time chatting with us. It was great.

I drove us to the restaurant. My guy asked me whether I had changed my nail polish. He has never asked me that before. He normally holds my hands or looks down at my feet to figure that out.

I said that I did. He knows that I change my nail polish every week. I am not that diligent with my toenails. However, I went with painting my toenails with a shade called midnight blue, as the nights have been pretty cool for the past few days.

We got to the restaurant and sat down. My guy sat across from me. He looked under the table to see the colour of my toenails. He has a boyish charm about him that I absolutely love.

Under the table, he lightly brushed his shoe against the side of my sandal. I extended my leg and brushed my calf next to his. It was a nice moment. We have never played footsie in a restaurant before.

Our colleague had to use the washroom. My guy decided to snag my cell phone from me. I playfully tried to get it back, but he has longer arms than I do. He did admit to me that he is not as cell phone-savvy as I am. He wanted to see the two pictures that I had taken of him when he had dozed off at his cubicle.

So, I showed him my photos of him. He laughed hysterically. He wanted me to send them to him. That wouldn't be a problem.

I reassured him that I would not be sharing these pictures of my sleepyhead with anyone. They are just for us. I want them to be used in our role-playing scenarios. These pictures are supposed to get me in trouble and I get spanked for being disobedient.

It's fun to be mischievous. It looks like Friday will be my punishment day. I look forward to it!

Payment for driving my guy to the airport

In my previous post, I had indicated that I had taken a couple of pictures of my guy sleeping at his cubicle. I showed them to him today. He laughed. He liked them.

I advised my guy that I wouldn't use them maliciously. My guy is cute when he is a sleepyhead. I really took the pictures to provide an excuse for him to spank me. It's not that he needs a reason to do it, but it's fun to have one when you are about to be punished.

My guy (MG) logged on to Skype this afternoon. Normally, he initiates the chat. Today, I decided to start it.

Me: Are you awake?
MG: Yes. You won't need your phone camera today I suppose :)
Me: :(
Me: For now, you're safe
MG: You'll have other chances I'm sure
Me: Maybe
MG: Could u give me a ride to [Pearson Airport] terminal 3 around 6 or so? I don't have my car today!
Me: What happened to your car? Speeding ticket?
MG: no. long story!
Me: I can give you a lift. I don't mind a long story.
MG: I guess the longer the better
Me: Can I charge you $25 like the cab guy did from that terminal to get me to work to fetch my car?
Me: Cup size obviously doesn't matter to you, but length does. ;)
MG: :)
MG: Can I pay in services rather than cash?
Me: Maybe :)
Me: I've been thinking about that conversation we had last week. I would rather have you schedule our meetings. It fits our role-playing model nicely and I don't want to break something that doesn't require fixing.
Me: So, it may take several servicing sessions to pay me :)
MG: Deal :)
MG: Payment may be painful though
Me: I can handle it. Two broken implements sort of proves that... lol
MG: Were you sore much?
Me: I was on Saturday. It wore off on Sunday. It's all good. The level of service was excellent. :)
MG: Glad to hear it :)
MG: There is a lot more where that came from ;)
Me: I welcome that :)
Me: So, are you renting a car or something at the airport to get you back home or are you flying to Amsterdam?
MG: I wish I were flying to Amsterdam. I'm meeting a friend who's dropping someone off at the airport and will give me a ride.
Me: Ah, I see. Convenient timing all around. :)
MG: Yes :)

When I drove him to the airport, he caressed my right thigh and reached over to touch my clit. It was nice. We held hands for the entire journey. He was sweet.

"We need to take more driving trips to the airport together," he said with a smile on his face.
"I agree, but we still need our parking lot and treehouse," I replied, as we both smiled at each other.