F is for feeling sore and happy

This post is a continuation of my evening last night with my guy. So, I managed to cleverly use the letter f for today's challenge. Go, me!

Towards the end of our dinner, my guy said something that upset me. He then wanted to sneak in a kiss and some affection downstairs in the restaurant. By that point, I wasn't in the mood for anything. I actually wanted to leave the restaurant and go home.

My guy can be indecisive at times, which was the source of my being upset. He walked me to my car. I got my hoodie from my car's trunk. I was putting my wallet and such in my car and had bent over. My guy helped himself to groping my butt. I would normally enjoy it, but I wasn't in any mood for that.

He helped me put on my hoodie, and proceeded to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me. He then moved his hands upwards and groped my breasts twice. He moved his right hand down to my backside, groping me and whispering that we should have some quality time in the treehouse. I wasn't in the mood. He insisted. I caved.

We drove to our usual parking lot less than two minutes away. We got into my car's backseat. Unfortunately, I had some things from my trunk that I had to move to the backseat a couple of weeks ago. I had purchased a used exercise glider and had to make room for it. My guy was impressed with how much room my car has.

My guy hugged me. He wanted to get me in the mood by feeling my bare leg and playing with my crotch. I moved his hand away. I cried. He knew that I wasn't interested and held me for a bit. He wiped away my tears by finding some tissue in my glove compartment. He can be sweet that way, especially when he first starts wiping them away from my face with his fingers.

He tried to make me feel better by tenderly kissing me. His indecision came crawling back again and I was an upset wreck once more. He apologized and admitted that it was his fault for making me feel confused and upset. He held me again.

I had forgotten that my resisting his moves to get me in the mood actually is a turn-on for him. He held my hand, squeezing it often.

"Do you want to be spanked?" he asked me.
"No," I said, which was true.
"I think that you need to be spanked. You have been a bad girl. I need to punish you. I am not leaving your car until you are over my lap and I have spanked you."
"You could be here all night," I said.
"If it takes that long, so be it," he said, groping my butt once again.
"You are persistent," I said, looking at him.
"I want you to be happy," he admitted. "Come over here."

He pulled me over his lap. I got to hug his right thigh, which was nice and muscular. He caressed my buttocks a bit and then gave me three fairly hard smacks across my grey pants.

He did something that always turns me on. Normally, he carefully unbuttons and unzips my pants, and then spanks me over my panties. When he truly want to spank me hard, he will pull down my pants and panties, without carefully unbuttoning and unzipping them.

My bare bottom was exposed. He landed several hard smacks. He then rapidly gave me many hard smacks after that, which hurt. I playfully called him Mr Meanie, and he continued the assault on my bare backside.

He then pleasured me. I came and was happier, especially with a warmed up bottom. He helped pull up my panties and pants, and then propped me up like a little rag doll.

I rested for a bit. My guy wanted me to play with him, but I wasn't quite ready. Instead, he held me in his arms for a bit. My right hand was resting close to his crotch. I could feel his member get harder. It was nice. My other hand was groping his right buttock.

I rubbed his hard cock that was still in his pants. He couldn't it take it anymore and let me jerk him off.

My right hand was under his bare butt. I loved it. My left hand was jerking him off. I eventually had to change hands, so my right hand took over the handjob and my left hand played with his balls. He came all over my hand, which was the result that we both wanted.

We cleaned up. We cuddled, which I always love and have missed. He agreed.

It was getting late. My guy and I had our goodnight kiss, which lasted for probably ten minutes.

"You are the best kisser, ever," he said to me.
"Likewise," I said, caressing his head and then kissing it.
"That was sweet."

He managed to make things better. I drove home with a sore backside. It was a nice end to the evening.

E is for evening out

I just got home. It has been a long day. Wednesdays tend to be that way.

This entry will be shorter than what I normally write, but I am still determined to get through this challenge.

I have a weekly teleconference at 07:30 every Wednesday. I had problems getting online and on the phone for this meeting. For some reason, my laptop did not want me to log in. I didn't forget my password. My laptop just wouldn't recognize my password that I use practically every day. Twenty minutes later, my laptop decided to stop playing games with me. I was fifteen minutes late, but at least I still managed to attend.

I worked quite a bit in the morning before I headed to the office. It is unfortunate that I work with two writers who fit the stereotype as being quiet and shy. They don't say anything until I initiate the conversation or just plain ask questions.

My guy told me that his flight would get into Toronto by 18:20. It was delayed by forty minutes. I changed venues from sitting at my cubicle doing work till 19:00, to moving to the training room. Sure enough, just before 20:00, my guy came walking in. It was good seeing him.

We talked for a bit. We were both hungry, so we headed to our usual Chinese restaurant for dinner.

Dinner was yummy. The conversation was good. It was nice to see him. It has been nearly two weeks.

We had quality time after dinner, but I will write about that tomorrow, provided that I can think of our time together that starts with the letter f.

D is for dildo

I used to blog daily years ago. Graduate school and life got in the way, so I stopped doing it for a while. The fact that I have blogged for several consecutive days is amazing. I have this fun challenge to thank!

Today's theme may seem like a cliché, but it isn't. Yes, I am going to write about my dildo.

When my guy first went to Amsterdam on business (he travels a lot), he wanted to get me a present. He actually got me quite a number of them. I got a stack of stroopwafel, which was yummy to a girl who craves waffles every now and then. He was also kind to get me slippers that are clog-shaped and have windmills on them. They are comfy.

My guy visited the red light district on this trip. It did nothing for him. I remember him coming back to his hotel and wanting to speak to me. He was disappointed being there on the whole, except for getting me my final gift from this trip.

He bought me a dildo. It is flesh-coloured. It is eight inches long. It looks real.

The problem? It stinks. It has this rubber smell that does and will not go away. I have had it for a year now.

For months, I have been trying to air it out, and soak it in various liquids and concoctions. It is still smelly. It is to the point where I can hold it in my hand for thirty seconds and can smell its rubbery odour on my hand for hours.

It is a shame. My guy meant well. I don't want to throw it out. I actually want to use it. He actually wants to use it on me, both conventionally and unconventionally.

Recently, my guy asked me whether he could spank me and tease me with it by rubbing the dildo's tip in various sensitive spots when we are being intimate. I have never heard of being spanked with a dildo. I think that I would need something less cylindrical and thick. I like my silicone paddle, for instance. The flat part of it does wonders. My backside stings after a number of whacks. It is also flexible, which isn't the same with a dildo.

So, right now, my dildo serves as a sundial. It gets to bask in the sun and I can tell time. More importantly, I don't have to deal with the smell indoors and I don't have to throw out a thoughtful gift.

C is for Cheap Bastard

I love Cookie Monster. I love how he devours cookies. He has beautiful, round eyes. He's blue. And, he always refers to himself as me.

I digress. Today's challenge isn't about my favourite Sesame Street character. It's something different. Today, C stands for Cheap Bastard. Why all this capitalization? I affectionately call my guy this nickname.

What? That doesn't sound endearing, you say to yourself. We laugh about it all the time. It is to the point where he now refers to himself in the third person.

It happened several months ago when my guy and I were talking on Skype. My guy was in San Francisco on business.

We tend to tease each other to no end. We both like to shop. My guy does a lot of research when it comes to getting deals on various items. When he finally buys an item at a terrific price, it is almost as if he is on some purchasing high. He is one happy guy for days.

Often, folks misinterpret my guy as being cheap when they hear about all the effort and analysis that he goes through to get such deals. I don't believe that he is cheap at all. He is frugal, but he does shop a lot. He likes refreshing his wardrobe. He buys a decent pair of glasses every two years. He showers me with gifts, even though he knows that he doesn't have to. He simply wants to.

Well, you can read up on the entire story, but my guy has often given me various goodies that he has brought from his hotel stays while on business. I get nice lip balms and hand creams, and I use them!

For some reason, he always feels that I don't appreciate these gifts -- that he is simply getting rid of his junk so that his computer bag will be lighter. Well, I called him a cheap bastard that day to see what he would say. As expected, he playfully threatened to spank me upon his return home.

Since then, we use Cheap Bastard often. When we are role-playing, I will use that term while over his knee. He will pull down my panties and spank me hard, asking me to take it back. I refuse, and will try and squirm, often using a free hand to cover my bottom, but he ends up moving my hand behind my back, restraining it, and spanking me some more until he feels that my punishment is sufficient. It's nice.

The other day, I told him that I had purchased a used exercise glider through Kijiji. He was so proud of me. He told me that I was following in his footsteps by getting a practically new glider "the Cheap Bastard way."

My guy is still in Croatia. He flies back home on Wednesday. I can't wait to see and be with him again.

We talked on Skype yesterday. We were chatting about cell phone screen protectors. My guy refuses to get a $25 screen protector for his cell phone. He flat out told me, "I would never get such an expensive screen protector. After all, I am Cheap Bastard."

It's sweet that he likes his nickname. We laugh all the time when we use it, whether I am paying for it in a spanking or when we're just chatting. Perhaps I should make him a cape with CB on it.

B is for bizarre business sign

It is day 2 of the Blogging Challenge - Spanking from A to Z. I had a post already in mind for today's theme that starts with the letter b. I have to put that on hold. I need to see if I can use another letter for that one.

Sunday tends to be my only day off in any week these days. Work is crazy, so I end up working a six-day week.

Well, I went out yesterday to run a few errands. I voted at an advanced poll in Ontario's provincial election. I grabbed a bit of lunch. I then drove to Staples to pick up an item that I had ordered.

I was stopped at this intersection in my city. There is construction going on at this major intersection, so cars need to either turn left or right. I am in the right turn lane. This sign caught my eye:

Um, okay. I am technically on Main Street. That's great news that the main ass is open. Who is the main ass? Are you talking to me?! Is my main ass available for multiple spankings and no one told me about it?

I also found it appropriate that there is a blue sign telling you where the local hospital is. I think the main ass will need some medical attention with the volume of traffic in the area. That main ass will be pretty sore.

B is for bizarre. Who says that my city is dull?!

A is for amazement

Today is the first day of Blogging Challenge - Spanking from A to Z. The idea is to blog 26 times about anything, whether it is spanking-related or not, but day 1 (today) starts with the first letter of the alphabet, second day with B, and so on.

I have chosen amazement as my theme. My guy uses that word often. What amazes him? My memory.

My guy thinks that I remember everything. The other day, he told me that he played soccer on the weekend with friends that he hasn't seen in a while. He confessed that he hadn't played soccer in years, but had a lot of fun.

I told him that I remembered a picture of him wearing baby blue shorts, and a light blue and white t-shirt. He looked athletic in that photo, even though he was about to paint a wall. I just had that image of him wearing something similar while playing soccer.

He told me that he could barely remember that photo. He had shown me that at least 1.5 years ago. We were in the treehouse, looking at all the photos on his phone after some intimate time together.

On Sunday, we were talking on Skype. He told me that he had to look up the address of where he was going the following day. He is on a business trip in Croatia for the next few days.

"Aren't you at the same place that you were last year?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said. "But, I don't have your memory where I have the address memorized or the contact's name."
"That was nine months ago," I said.
"Exactly," he replied. "For you, that was yesterday. For me, it was eons ago."

Although it may sound like my guy is annoyed with me, he actually appreciates the memory that I have. I remember terminal numbers at airports without consulting a piece of paper. He told me that I save him a lot of time when we travel.

"We need to go on another trip together," I hinted.
"Yes, I would love to have you as my travel companion."

Travelling is fun, especially with him. We create a ton of memories. We don't necessarily have to remember them. We always have photos and fun triggers that help us relive those moments.

He has come (and returned, too)

Last Sunday, my guy and I engaged in phone sex. This fact would typically not be a huge newsflash. We have been doing it since we became an item.

For the past few months, my guy has been battling depression. He has always felt bad that my needs were not being satisfied because he simply didn't feel like doing much.

As of late, he has been pleasuring me, but he doesn't feel like my reciprocating is needed.

"Do you want to climax today?" he asked me over Skype.
"It would be nice, but it's not fun if you don't with me," I replied.
"Maybe we should both try," he said, which got my attention.
"Do you really want to today? You don't have to, unless you truly want to."
"I think that I can. Let's try."

It didn't take long for both of us. He is back.

For me to reach orgasm consisted of him telling me that he would spank me for being so bad for weeks. He ejaculated when I told him that I wanted to suck him and play with his balls simultaneously.

He's definitely on the mend. It's nice to welcome him back.

May here and practically gone... bring on June and even more blogging!

It's nearly the end of May. What on Earth happened to this month?! Working overtime has definitely seen this month blow by. I have already accumulated four full days that I will be using in lieu of vacation days.

June is just around the corner. I am crazy enough to have signed up for the Spanking A to Z Blog Challenge. I have been preparing for it. I have blogged more this month than I have in any month so far this year.

Can I hit 26 posts in a month? I will certainly try my best. Blogging relieves a lot of my stress. It's funny, but I write for a living, which I enjoy. However, my job can be stressful. I like unwinding, and blogging about anything that comes to mind or my experiences, as you have been reading along here, makes me happy.

So, I hope that you will read along in June. I could use the support and encouragement!

I was going to blog about my chat with my guy the other day, but the excitement about this challenge made me want to write about it first. I will do that post soon, I promise. After all, I do have 26 shots at posting it. =)

Being playful and wanting to talk about sex

My guy and I can be pretty playful. It has been a while since we have been in that mode, especially on Skype.

He sent me a message on Monday at noon, asking if I was having lunch. We both know that it is rather early for me. I asked whether he had had dinner yet. He didn't, so we both suggested that we grab some food and chat later.

Now and again, I crave eating a hot dog. He tells me that I shouldn't have one, because it isn't healthy. He has a point, but I end up going into girlie mode, saying that I want a hot dog because it is yummy to eat. After all, it was 30°C outside and having a hot dog just makes sense to me.

"Enjoy dinner!" I wrote to him. "Get a hot dog or two... or more, because they are yummy."
"Noooooooooooo," he said affirmatively.
"Yessssssssssssssssssss," I wrote back, repeating his syntax.
"Noooooooooooooooo."
"Yes x infinity. There, I win!" I exclaimed.
"LOL," he wrote.
"Tee hee!"
"You're funny and sweet," he stated.
"Thanks... you are, too."

I went across the street to get a veal sandwich. I never grow tired of it. I love it so much. I came back to my desk, spent half an hour working and eating, and pinged him online. He was about to head to the gym.

"Can I call you when I get back?" he asked me.
"Sure," I replied. "I'm still eating. Enjoy flexing your fine biceps!"
"=) Enjoy your lunch!"

We did manage to talk to each other at 15:00. I had to find a free boardroom first, which was an adventure!

He was chipper. He immediately started talking about sex, which he hasn't done for a while. I knew that he sounded more optimistic than he has been as of late. He is definitely coming out of his depression, but it is taking a while.

I'll write more about our chat in another post. It was nice that he suggested spanking me when he comes back.

Skype tag

It has been one of those weekends. My guy had to fly off to Croatia. He didn't tell me that he was leaving on Saturday.

He was at the office at 11:15. I wasn't there until 12:30. I did see my guy's car parked in the lot.

My guy say hi on Skype at 12:30. Our cell phones at work can no longer connect to wifi due to some extra certificates for security that none of us have. My data was turned off on my phone. Skype on my laptop is hit or miss when it comes to the LAN connection. It was miss on Saturday.

I had also accidentally left my car's key fob locked in my car. I had to call CAA to break into my car to retrieve it. I blame taking my key fob off my key chain the day before to get an oil change done, and leaving my sweatshirt in my car with the fob in its pocket as the main reason for this blunder. I immediately put the fob back on my key chain after the nice guy had unlocked my car door.

He pinged me again on Skype at at 14:30. I didn't notice until I got home at 19:30. I wrote back to him, hoping to hear from him again soon.

Today, he said hi on Skype in the afternoon after I had left Starbucks with a caffe espresso frappuccino and was on the road. I pulled over about ten minutes later and we talked. He had made it safely to Croatia.

"You aren't working overtime today, are you?" he asked me.
"I worked a couple of hours earlier today, but then decided to get some sunshine. It's 26°C right now."

"Wow, that's nice," he replied.
"Yes, it would have been even nicer with you here," I said.
"Well, you can still enjoy the day without me," he stated. "Did you go into Starbucks with a bikini on?"
"No!" I exclaimed in disgust. "That isn't my style."
"I am sure that a young girl like you walking in, showing cleavage, in a cute bikini would make many men's members hard."

It is my guy's way of telling me that he misses me. It's sweet. It's my Hallmark card from him.

Slapping before drinking

I was just looking at some past posts that I had written. If you look at my archived posts, I didn't write anything in 2010. That year was hectic. I was wrapping up my graduate degree. I was going through a divorce. I simply didn't have anything interesting to say because spanking was on hold in my life.

Well, in 2011, I attended my graduation by flying to Atlanta, and then driving 1.5 hours south to get to the university campus. I stayed at my fellow graduate's home for the entire weekend. It was wonderful.

I was the oddball out of the entire group. I was the only straight person out of all of us. I didn't feel weird or anything -- just an observation.

We had been friends for three years. Graduate school brought us a lot closer. I remember the three of us (one guy, who just got married a few weeks ago) sitting on her couch and saying that if we all lived in the same city, that we would hang out often. I would have to agree. Thankfully, Facebook keeps us in touch.

Anyway, during our graduation weekend, we were all drinking. My friend was saying that it was a custom for her to slap a woman's butt before a drinking session, but she wasn't sure whether I would like that. I was exempted from this ritual. Little did she know what a huge turn-on that was for me then and still is!

She did land a few hard smacks across her girlfriend's bottom. I loved observing. I was secretly getting wet and aroused.

I should visit them again. Perhaps I should be a participant on the receiving end this time around.

Maks and my guy... are they related affection-wise?

I don't normally watch Dancing with the Stars, except when it's near the end of the season. This season, I didn't watch a single show.

I do watch Live! with Kelly and Michael religiously, though. The winners and runners-up were on the show on Wednesday. Maks reminds me of my guy when it comes to affection.

Although Maks and Meryl have not said in public that they are an item, the affection that they show each other is sweet.

Maks kisses Meryl's hand a couple of times. He sweetly kisses her head, which I love when my guy does that. Maks wraps his arms around her from behind like my guy does with me. I end up touching his arms, which Meryl does with Maks.

The sweetest part? Maks is asked to take his shirt off in front of the audience. My guy would never do that! Maks asks Meryl if it would be okay. She gives him the nod -- permission -- and he does. My guy always asks if it is okay with me before he does something.

I wonder whether Maks and my guy are related. Well, maybe not... my guy doesn't have any tattoos and doesn't dance. That's okay by me. He's sweet to me and that's what counts.

I miss him. Just over two weeks seems like a long time before I see him.

Cock worshipping subs, and being down on hands and knees

I have a link from my blog to the Cock Worshipping Subs blog, which appears to be down. Did I miss something? If someone can let me know whether the site has moved or if it truly does not exist anymore, it would help this clueless girl out.

Yesterday on Instagram, Madonna posted this fine pose:

I am not crazy about her hairdo and the overdone Photoshop usage on her face. However, I love her stance, with someone (it is rumoured to be Katy Perry) holding a yummy leather implement. It would have been nice to have Madonna either in her panties or with them taken off, but it is for a magazine after all!

I have been in that pose before with my guy spanking me. I don't last too long. I need to be leaning on something, like a table or I simply need to be over his lap. I suppose it's because my spankings take more than five minutes.

Friday workday and dashing to look at tires

Last Friday was the last time that I would see my guy this month. He is on the road for the next three weeks.

After lunch on Friday, he told me that he wasn't sure when his seminar would be over. He said that he'd call me.

He didn't. He wasn't being rude. He hadn't forgotten. I had told him previously that I'd leave work at 15:00, simply because I work more hours than I should. With the entire team lagging behind with the work that we have to complete and with a surge of craziness that afternoon, I stayed at work till 17:00.

I decided to visit my guy. He was still in the training room. However, there were two developers with him and I wasn't sure whether the seminar was ongoing. My guy said that he had just finished half an hour ago. I said that work got hectic, so I ended up leaving later than normal.

I sat next to him to chat. The developers slowly left the room. My guy was looking for used tires online. I teased him when I saw more than twenty tabs open in his Chrome browser. It was fun teasing him. I eventually called him tire guy.

My guy made a call to one tire seller. They had arranged to meet at 19:00. That time meant that my guy had to leave.

"You'll be okay, right?" he asked me. I pouted. "That means yes."
"No, three weeks is a long time," I said, like a little girl.
"I'll call you. I promise," he reassured me.
"Okay, tire master!"

He looked back at me with a huge smile on his face. I caressed his head. We kissed and I watched him leave the room. He told me later that night that he got the tires. He would have to wait for a bit to get them installed on his car. He is still on the lookout for two more tires.

It's never a dull moment being with him. I have a feeling that it's true with me, too.

Good morning call and aftermath chat about my rear end

On Friday, my guy did the sweetest thing. To most, it wouldn't be a huge deal. It was to me.

I tend to get to the office by 08:30 when I am there in the mornings. I got a call at 09:05 from my guy, who was in the training room. He has never done that before.

The fact that my car was obviously in the parking lot tends to put him at ease and makes him happy. I noticed that he was in the office earlier than usual. He told me that he stayed at his friend's place overnight, which is closer to work than if he drove from his place. It also helped that many folks took Friday off, kicking off the long holiday weekend here, and made the morning drive to work a lot easier.

"Did you get enough beauty sleep? Well, you don't really need any. You're fine," I said to him.
"I woke up at my regular time of 07:00," he replied. I could tell that he was smiling, judging by the cheerful tone of his voice.

We talked some more. I am not sure exactly what we were talking about.

"Maybe I should flash them, to make the seminar is interesting," he said.
"Well, if you did that to me, I'd be very happy. However, to your attendees, you may not have a job after that," I explained.
"Are you by yourself upstairs?" he asked me.
"Nope," I said.
"Shouldn't you be careful about what you're saying?" he said, in his usual paranoid way when it comes to our private conversations in the workplace.
"Don't worry. All is fine."
"I do worry," he admitted.
"I know you do. It's okay."

My guy wished me a good day and said that he wanted to say good morning to me. I am glad that he did. I said that we'd talk later.

At lunch, he called me. He was waiting in his car in front of our office building. Minutes later, I waved to him while walking to his car and then got in.

I reassured him that all was okay with our conversation this morning. My colleague actually thought that I was talking to our other writer. My guy was fine after that statement, as I am comfortable talking to anyone.

"How's your rear end?" my guy asked, referring to our flogging session the other day.
"It's good now," I said. "The pain was immediate, lasted for a few hours, left some marks, but went away faster than I had thought it would. When you spank me hard, that pain lingers for a day or so. It's good. We should do it again."
"Sounds good," he said, smiling at me. "I was worried about you."

It's great that he's my best friend, my lover, and my disciplinarian. It all works nicely.

First experience with a USB cable as a flogging implement

On Wednesday, my guy and I had agreed to meet at our regular restaurant hangout at 12:45 pm. I got there just in time. My guy parked next to my car a few minutes later and honked to get my attention.

He looked good. He was wearing his new shirt that I had bought him. It fit perfectly. He told me that he loves it so much.

My guy apologized and said that he had a conference call during our lunch. I had asked why he didn't cancel. He didn't want to, for he has had to do that to me a number of times in the past and didn't want the stigma of cancelling on Wednesdays to build. It was sweet of him.

We ordered our food and briefly chatted before he went on his teleconference call. Luckily, it only lasted for half an hour. We got to chat more and he got to finish his lunch after it was over.

He asked me if I wanted to go downstairs. I could tell that he wanted to. I wanted a hug from him, so we did.

In our little corner, we hugged and kissed. I always get nervous when someone comes downstairs. Sure enough, someone did. I whispered to my guy that I was scared, like a little girl. He smiled and hugged me tighter. When the woman had closed the restroom door, we continued to kiss and hug.

My guy groped my buttocks. He then unzipped my pants and fingered me. It felt so good. I was so aroused. Moments later, I came and rested limp in my guy's arms. We hugged. I thanked him.

He went to wash up. I re-adjusted myself and went upstairs. I waited for my guy to return. He proceeded to pay for our lovely lunch and we walked out the door.

We both agreed that we wouldn't do lunch on Thursday. I had a 06:30 conference call and felt that it would be best to continue working from home. My guy had his Nexus interview across the street at lunch that day. Instead, I was going to be in the office on Friday. So, we rescheduled our lunch.

My guy looked down at the ground. We were standing in the parking lot, in front of our cars. There was a black cable. He picked it up.

"It's a black micro USB cable," I said.
"Yes," he replied. "I will have to see if it works."
"Yes, you need a spare one for your phone."
"I was thinking of using it as a whip and making red marks across your butt with it," he said, doubling the cable up and making a swish sound with it.

Although I don't like the thought of being whipped or flogged, whenever someone has a belt or a whip in one's hand, it turns me on thinking that it will be used on me.

I had asked my guy whether it would be okay to stop by the training room to chat after work. He told me that there was one software developer who hangs out there till the cows come home. Instead, my guy would give me a call if the coast was clear.

Well, after work, I decided to stop by anyway, I did have a work-related question for him. My guy had work-related questions for me, too. Sure enough, the software developer was there. I had met him previously. Luckily, the conversation between my guy and I lasted so long that the developer actually left the room and called it a day.

My guy offered me a bottle of water. We both walked over to the bottled water area, which was away from the hall camera. My guy groped my left buttock, which made me tingle and smile. He had a huge grin on my face.

He had to briefly leave the room to get something from his cubicle. He asked whether I could stick around for a bit. I was good with that.

Moments later, he came back with the black USB cable, which had carefully cleaned. He had doubled it up again in his hands.

"I need to use this cable on you," he said sternly.
"No, that's scary," I said, playfully acting scared.

My guy dimmed the lights. He brought his laptop over to the corner.

"You are going to be punished in that corner," he told me, pointing at the back of the room.
"No, you can't make me!" I said in protest, while I reluctantly followed him.

My guy set his laptop down on the desk. He then grabbed my right wrist, which was nice having him play the part of the strict disciplinarian.

"Get in that corner and face it," he ordered, leading me over there with a bit of force.
"You're mean!"

He started flogging me with the USB cable. This experience was new to both of us. He started flogging my hips, which hurt. I don't have as much padding up there as I used to. I had to tell him to flog me lower, as that is where the fleshy part of me is. I told him to flog me as if he were spanking me. He finally got the hang of it.

"That hurts," I said, rubbing my buttocks with my hands when we had a bit of a pause. 

My guy took my right arm and held it behind the small of my back. He continued to flog me.

"It hurts!"
"Shut up! You deserve it. You are such a bad girl."

It was a fun session of getting flogged. He intermittently played with my crotch and wanted me to climax, but stopped and flogged me some more.

He did eventually allow me to climax, which was awesome. He then hugged me from behind and played with my breasts. I love when he does that.

It was my first time being flogged. It hurt. I was rubbing my buttocks a lot. My guy got concerned and rubbed my cheeks for me. He apologized, being the true gentleman that he is.

Before we left the room, we hugged. I thanked him. He kissed me on both sides of my face. He kissed both my hands. He then placed both his hands on my cheeks and gave me a wonderful kiss.

We packed up. My guy nearly forgot his laptop. I had to remind him to bring it with him, which he did. We left the office. I drove home with a sore backside.

I looked at my bare bottom when I got home. I had some nice marks from our session. The soreness didn't last as long as a good, hard spanking does. I could like this mild flogging. I have to explore it some more.

Downstairs... or downstairs?

This past Monday was a day that I didn't dread. My guy was in the office. I was, too. We both like Mondays when we are both at the office. My guy confided in me at lunch time that he was thrilled to see my car in the parking lot when he got to the office by 09:20.

At 12:30, I got a predictable call from my guy. He had a cheerful tone to his voice. We both sounded cheerful, likely because we were both happy to hear each other on the phone.

My guy said that he would be waiting for me in his car. He is such a gentleman. He insists on driving me to and from places.

I got in his car and noticed how quiet his car was, as opposed to the last time that I was a passenger in it. He told me that his mechanic had adjusted a few belts.

I reached for my guy's hand. I missed touching him and missed his touch. He looked content holding my hand.

My guy had to stop at the bank to withdraw some money. I asked whether I could drive his car. He shook his head to indicate that I should be a good girl.

Several months ago, I endearingly called him Cheap Bastard. My guy is frugal. It was funny that he referred to himself as that -- yep, in third person.

I had finally remembered to bring his gift with me. I had visited Atlantic City for a few days weeks ago and ended up at an outlet mall. My guy has a nice selection of brown shirts, thanks to my stumbling on a store that has nice shirt and carries brown ones. Well, I went back to this store and found a brown-and-white-striped shirt. It was different. I had to get it for him.

We were parked in the lot. My guy asked if he could have his present. He had asked me what I had got him earlier. I said that I had got him stuff. He proceeded to ask me how many gifts I had for him. Well, it was just one item, but two items if you count the paper bag.

My guy playfully grabbed my left nipple and played with it. I liked that. It has been a while. I gave him his present. He loved his new shirt. He observed the buttons on the collar, the left pocket, the regular fit, and how different the stripes were. He loved it all. I was so pleased at how happy he was with his new shirt.

We got the restaurant and ordered food. We talked and laughed. It seemed like little time had passed between us. I ordered my usual chicken chow mein dish. He went for the teriyaki chicken dish that he loves so much.

After we were done eating, my guy asked me if I wanted to go downstairs with him. Downstairs at this restaurant is where the restrooms are. It is also where we have enjoyed tucking ourselves in a small corridor to make out and more in the past. I knew that he was in a better mood these days. I said that it was good.

We both went downstairs. We kissed. It has been ages since we kissed that passionately. I got to caress his head and wrap my arms around him. He hugged me, groped my buttocks, and then played with my crotch. I had missed his touch.

"I wish that I could spank you properly," he whispered in my ear.

Just that statement alone got me aroused instantly. He played with me until I came. I felt dopey. I hugged and thanked him.

"Can you carry me upstairs now?" I asked, in a little girl's voice. 

He adjusted my pants and make sure that I was okay. We then went upstairs together.

My guy paid for lunch. I thanked him, as usual. He doesn't mind treating me to lunch. He always tells me that he enjoys my company.

We got in his car and headed back to the office. I couldn't help but to caress his head while stopped at a stop light.

"I need a replica of your perfectly shaped head, so that I can caress it while you are away," I said.
"We can have that done," he stated confidently.
"We need one that talks like you. Maybe I can program your replica to get me a hot dog, because the real you won't get me one."

My guy slapped the side of my left thigh a few times and told me that I was a bad girl. He hasn't done that to me for a while. I liked that a lot. So did he.

It was a perfect day.

Flight, hand-holding, lunch, and chatter

A week ago, my guy got off his flight from India, took a cab across the street to the office, called me from the lobby, and picked me up in front of the door, waiting to drive me to our local hangout for lunch. It was good seeing him again. He looked good, despite the long flight to get here.

I reached for his hand. We held hands as he drove us to the restaurant, chatting and laughing along the way. He has always liked how affectionate I am. He showed me how playful he can be, too.

East Indian food doesn't agree with him. He was thrilled to have Chinese food again. He ordered his favourite dish, eggplant with shrimp. He can eat eggplant all day. I just like how purple it is. I had lemon chicken.

At one point, my guy was talking about something, which made me shake my head in disbelief. He playfully messed up my hair. I liked it. I asked if I could touch his head. He let me caress it. It was nicely shaven.

We caught up with various topics. We laughed. It was a nice outing. I knew that he was tired. I was so happy to see him. He felt the same way about me.

I had forgotten to give him a gift that I had purchased in New Jersey. I had left it in my desk drawer at work. He is old-fashioned to a certain extent. He always feels like the guy should be showing his sweetie with gifts and that I shouldn't feel obligated to give him anything. I simply like showering him with gifts, too.

He was sweet to give me a gift from India. It was a wooden, hand-crafted box with silver elephants all around it. I loved it. He's thoughtful that way.

He told me that I looked cute. I teased him that he was still jet lagged, but I knew that he had meant it. He's sweet.

He was kind to pay for lunch, as he always does. We held hands as he drove me back to the office. I told him to drive safely home. He assured me that we'd keep in touch, as he was working from home for the rest of the week while flipping his biological clock back to Eastern time.

I was relieved to see him. To hear his voice. To touch him. To hold him. To have him back home. It means a lot.

Packing, kissing, and fondling

This post is a continuation of my last one.

After my guy's session was over, the seminar group wanted to take pictures, to commemorate their time. I offered to take pictures of the entire group.

One of the folks had a Samsung Galaxy phone. I can't recall whether it was the S3 or S4. I have fiddled around with the former that I knew my way around it. Her phone felt different, so it could have been the latter model.

Anyway, I snapped one picture of the group and wanted to take another. Her phone froze. I literally had to quit the camera application and relaunch it. My guy was impressed that I had figured it out. He told me later that he would have panicked.

I got a rather older camera model from another person. He thought that I may have trouble with it, but I was okay with taking the group photo. He seemed impressed with me.

It was my guy's camera that caused me some problems. First, it was in video mode. Second, it is such a tiny camera. I have no idea how he can take pictures with it, because my hands seem so large trying to hold it. My guy's hands are even larger than mine. Eventually, I got around to snapping the picture.

As a group, we said goodbye to one another. My guy and I then went up to his cubicle. We are moving to a new building in a few months. My guy decided to gradually move some of his stuff home.

We talked as he packed away various items. We both realized how many gifts we give each other. He had bought me gifts from Madrid and remembered to give them to me. Two were purple-coloured items. The first was a purple case for my phone that was shaped as a cassette tape. I loved it. I immediately installed it on my phone. The other was a purple change purse that was made of silicone. It was pretty.

My guy started to offload gifts. He had a nice marble figurine of an elephant from a previous trip to India. The top part of it has broke off, and he was reluctant to give it to me. There was a baby elephant inside the mother. It was sweet. He also fed me chocolate.

He looked at me. We were both standing up. We hugged. I caressed his head. He looked around and wondered whether there were any new cameras installed.

We walked over to the nearest conference room and closed the door. We hugged some more. We kissed, which meant a lot and felt so good. He groped my buttocks and rubbed his crotch against mine.

He played with my sweater. He moved it off to one shoulder, which revealed my black bra strap. He thought that I looked so good to him.

He gently guided me to the wall and had me lean against it. He unbuttoned my jeans and fondled my crotch area. He couldn't resist and fingered me. It felt so good. It had been such a long time since he made me climax. I did. I hugged him and told him that I loved him. He told me so sweetly that I was his loveable girl.

He wasn't done. He decided to finger my backdoor, too. It was quite the moment. I felt relaxed and happy. I zipped up my pants once I had enough strength to do it. He stared at me for the longest time and said that I looked really good.

We cleaned ourselves up and came back to his desk. I saw him pack some more stuff up before we left.

He reassured me that we'd talk on Skype while he was away for the next two weeks. I wished him a safe trip.

It was indeed a Good Friday.

Lunch, gingering, and figging

I wanted to spend as much time as I could with my guy before he left for India for a couple of weeks ago. Our company had Good Friday off as a statutory holiday. Unfortunately, my guy had to work that day. He was holding a seminar at the office.

It has been such a hectic period at work that I had completely forgot about this holiday. I didn't have any plans for the Easter long weekend. I asked my guy if I could have lunch that day with him and join his seminar. He was good with that. We could then spend some quality time together afterwards.

We both came to the realization that all the office food places would also be closed.

The day before Good Friday, my guy and I were eating at our usual hangout. We asked whether the Chinese restaurant would be open the following day (we both knew the answer to that question, but wanted to know what time the restaurant would be open). My guy and I decided that we would drive everyone to the restaurant in our cars. There were six guests in total, so our two cars could seat everyone just fine.

I met everyone on Good Friday. We got along just fine. I tend to be comfortable talking in large group settings these days. It's probably because I am on teleconferences so often that I don't mind talking at all. We headed to the restaurant, had yummy food, exchanged a number of stories and jokes, and had a good time.

My guy insisted that he pay for my lunch. He is sweet that way. He even got the server to box my remaining Hakka chicken chow mein. Since it was a holiday, the lunch specials were not available. We all ended up ordering dinner-sized portions, so I got leftovers.

We got back to the training room and I attended the session, cracking jokes along with my guy while he was sharing his information with the group. My guy and I work well together. We feed off each other's wacky senses of humour.

My guy had ginger chicken for lunch. He had to burp.

"Sorry, guys. It's a byproduct of ginger chicken," he apologized.
"Should we move away from you?" I asked him. I was a couple of feet away from him.
"It hasn't reach the other end," he said, grinning.
"That is too much information!" I exclaimed, which made everyone laugh.
"I don't have to hit the washroom and do any gingering," he stated, with a continuation of laughter ensuing.

Yes, my guy now equates gingering to pooping. Weird.

We had a chat last week. I told him that gingering is related to figging. I explained the idea of peeling a ginger nub, and inserting it up one's butthole. He asked me whether I wanted to try it while spanking me. I didn't think that it would arouse me as much as simply being spanked. This notion, however, intrigued him.

"It's different how I am sharing with you a sexual practice that you are unfamiliar with. You normally share that sort of stuff with me," I stated.
"It's good," he replied.

It was sheer coincidence that his definition of gingering is closely related to what gingering truly means.

Spanking A to Z challenge

I did the unthinkable.

I saw Renee Rose's post about participating in the spanking A to Z challenge and signed up for it. I didn't ponder about it for excruciating long periods. It sounded great to me, so I signed up immediately.

This challenge will prompt me to blog more frequently. It's also something different. So, I am completely up for this fun challenge!

I hope that you will read along in June as I go through the alphabet and choose a theme based on the letter of the day. I'd appreciate your continued support. Here's to blogging!

A list of fine participants follow. You can also sign up, too!

Instagram conjuring up good spanking memories

I came across this photo a few weeks ago. I have been a fan of Madonna since I was a teenager. These days, I am not as much as a diehard fan as I used to be. It is probably because her last album, MDNA, didn't do much for me.

I do like Instagram. I am an avid photographer. When I travel, I either have my digital SLR or my phone with me, depending on where I am going. For concerts, I can't bring such a large camera with me. Taking pictures on my phone is fun, but the quality doesn't compare to a real camera. I digress, though.

Anyway, I follow Madonna on Instagram and liked this photo:

When she released "Hanky Panky," I loved it. I was a teenager who liked the thought of giving and receiving birthday spankings. I wanted to be spanked, but did not have anyone to confide in.

I was still in high school when "Justify My Love" came out. I didn't understand bondage completely, but have always been aroused by having my hands tied while being spanked. These days, I am fortunate to have a guy who loves to spank me and to hold my hands down while he continues to punish me.

Travel, epost, and a spanking threat

I am getting back into the swing of things. I haven't written much lately. It's partly because it's difficult to write about anything when my guy hasn't been his cheerful self. Being depressed does that to anyone. He is improving, which is encouraging.

We both have been travelling these days. Yesterday, he returned from a two-week business trip in India. I took a few days off from work and went to Atlantic City. My guy can't handle the spices in various East Indian dishes. I will write about those episodes in another post.

He called me on Skype a couple of times on Sunday. I decided to sleep in, eventually waking up at 10:00. It's weird, but I must have known somehow that he had wanted to contact me.

I eventually got out of bed and walked into the den. I was logged on to Skype overnight. He said hi through a text at 10:00. He then tried again a minute before I got to my phone, wondering whether I had decided to hit a bakery early Sunday morning. It makes my day when he says hi like that. I texted him back. Moments later, we were on Skype chatting away.

His mood is a lot brighter these days. He isn't completely out of the dark, though. He told me that he wanted to delete his porn collection. I have never objected to his collection. Frankly, we often watch them together. He used to get off watching them. Being depressed, he simply doesn't care much for them and felt that deleting everything would be good.

It's kind of sad in that he first shared various videos with me when we were first dating. However, I still have fond memories of us watching them. Instead, when we are together in the same city, we watch regular movies while we cuddle together. It's not all that bad!

He asked me a work-related question just before we ended our conversation. I told him that I had forwarded an e-mail about how to get your pay stubs to automatically go to your epost account months ago. I said in an exasperated voice that I had to do more work for him and that he was too lazy to check his e-mail.

"How about I take you to lunch tomorrow, after I land at the airport and get to the office?" he asked me.
"But, you're always nice to treat me to lunch," I replied.
"How about I give you a big kiss?" he asked, upping the ante.
"Okay. But, what if I say no?"
"You can't say no. I'd have to punish you."
"We'll see. I'm safe for now."

I like when he threatens to spank me. It makes my entire day.

My guy is back for a bit

It has been weeks since my guy and I have seen each other. Although he is still battling depression, I continue to see signs of improvement.

He wrote to me on Sunday night. He initiated writing the e-mail, asking whether I wanted to do lunch with him on Monday. He remembered that I am in the office for the entire day on Mondays. He also said that he would call me at 12:30 pm to confirm.

They may not seem like huge details to most. They are to me. He didn't feel like writing or talking to me weeks ago. He wasn't interested in doing anything social. He wanted to be alone. He also didn't want to give me a call. He preferred to communicate with me through Skype messaging if he felt like it.

I wrote back, saying that I would meet him downstairs in the lobby. He bettered that. He was waiting for me in his car, which was just outside the main doors of our office building. It was gusty outside. I walked out of the building and felt like I was being blown away. I opened the passenger door, which seemed to just swing viciously open. Getting in his car and shutting the door felt like a chore.

He immediately placed a gift on my lap. He is thoughtful. We talked the whole way to our usual hangout -- the Chinese restaurant up the road. I admired his yellow-and-brown-striped shirt that he had bought from Costco while in St. Louis. This city is special to the both of us. It was our first trip together. It was the first time where we slept together in the same bed. It wasn't a treehouse setting when we made love. We had a lot of fun there.

We walked into the restaurant, sat down, and ordered our meals. I asked if it was okay for me to open my gifts. He got me a flat, purple wallet. I tend to like anything that is purple, but a flat wallet is nice in that it forces me to not have as many plastic cards in it. He included a slice of iced lemon pound cake from Starbucks that I love. Unfortunately, Starbucks in Canada does not offer it. As a result, it becomes an imported delicacy. He also got some nice chocolates. He is equally as sweet.

We chatted and laughed. We enjoyed teasing each other. He was in a cheerful mood. I told him that he was definitely happier than I last remember him being. He agreed.

After lunch, we headed back to his car. He was stopped in the parking lot and about to make a right turn. I remarked at how perfect his head was and wanted to caress it. He always laughs, but loves when I caress his head, especially when it has been shaved. So, he took off his hat and I indulged. He laughed, but we both know that we enjoy it. It's a sign of affection.

We made it back to work. We were both happy. All is well.

Dream a little spanking dream

When I am more stressed than I should be, I tend to dream often. It is a mini revelation on my part.

I don't recall the circumstance behind (pun intended) having a man over my lap in my dream. I couldn't tell you who he was. My dream only focused on looking at his bare bottom right in front of me.

His butt was cute. It was a bit fuzzy. It was more peach-fuzzy than hairy. I couldn't resist and started to smack each cheek. The smacks weren't hard ones. However, I was spanking him for a long period, to the point where his cheeks turned nice shades of pink.

I woke up. I was horny and content. It then occurred to me that the cute butt that I was spanking in my dream was that of my guy.

It's interesting. Whenever I miss my guy (this week, he was on business for a couple of days in Missouri), I tend to dream about him. I have given him lovetaps in the past, but have never spanked him over my knee. Could there be an underlying reason for my spanking him in my dream that I am unaware of?

I am a switch when it comes to spanking. I haven't delivered a spanking for a long time. I tend to be on the receiving end and love it these days. I wonder if my dream is suggesting that I should try and ease my guy into the idea of having his backside playfully spanked now and again.

Coincidentally, once I was fully awake and alert, I checked my e-mail. My guy had written to me. I wonder if the dream foreshadowed my guy wanting to communicate with me.

I get to see him on Monday, which will be wonderful. In this case, reality will better than this dream!

Chatting and being good

I had one of the best chats in weeks with my guy last Friday. He was in Brussels for business for a week and we connected on Skype.

As you know, my guy is going through a bout of depression. Our conversation last Friday felt great -- like every good chat tends to be. We talked about what happened in our day or week, joked, teased each other, and conversed about what was on our minds.

He told me that he was happy. I could tell from his tone that he was. It was definitely an encouraging sign.

The last part of our conversation was great:

"Well, it's midnight here, so I should go to bed and get up in about six hours to catch my flight. You be good, okay?" he said, which I haven't heard in a long time.
"Being good is difficult for me," I said.
"I know," he replied. "That's why I always have to remind you."
"You always tell me that I'm a bad girl, so being good isn't easy."
"You know what happens to bad girls like you, right?"

I do. I hope that he will do something about it to this bad girl.

"Be good," he signed off.
"I'll try."

I will try not to!

Lunch, gifts, and e-mails

My guy's birthday was last Thursday. It wasn't the birthday that I had planned to spend with him, in light of his recurring bout with depression.

I didn't think it was suitable to hint giving him a birthday spanking or for me to receive his birthday spanking. He has no interest in physical, fun activity these days. I touch his thigh, caress his head, hug him, and hold his hand. He likes all that still. However, he doesn't initiate such contact, which is a part of having depression. You have a loss for interests that you once had.

I insisted that we go out for lunch on Wednesday and Thursday. I feel that it's important to have him out doing something and to engage in a decent conversation over food with someone, which just happened to be me.

I have a pretty good memory when it comes to dates. He is never surprised when I remember his birthday. I don't have it written down anywhere. He doesn't post his birthdate on Facebook or other social media sites. I simply remember the date.

We walked into the restaurant together, with my bringing his gifts in a blue bag. We sat down at a table. He had to visit the men's room. Of course, one of the servers knows us so well at the restaurant. We are regulars. She asked whether I was getting another gift from him. She remembered that he got me castanets the previous day. I told her that today was his turn to receive gifts. She figured out that it was his birthday.

My guy returned to the table. I presented him with his goodies, which was his Valentine's Day and birthday gifts. My guy has been travelling often that I never got around to giving the former gift to him until last week.

I gave him truffles and a travel router for Valentine's Day. This router is amazing, for it acts like a hotspot when you are in a European hotel, for example, and only get an Internet connection for a single device. You can connect a number of devices to your router and you're one happy, connected person. I used mine in Frankfurt recently, which worked wonders. It also doubles as a battery, so you can charge your cell phone or tablet with it.

For his birthday, I got him a Clarisonic Mia 2. I have owned a Mia for a few years now and love it! My guy first saw me using it when we were in St. Louis together. He didn't freak out when he saw cleanser all over my face while using the brush. I looked like a ghost with a round face. He said that I looked cute. He has been intrigued by this device for a while. I decided to get him it.

He immediately perked up at the gifts. He actually took the cleansing brush out of the box to take a look at all the components. He was so happy.

I can tell that his mood is improving a bit. He wrote to me on Friday, saying thanks for the gifts. He said that he loves them on the phone when I spoke to him on Sunday. He wrote to me today to say that he brought it on his business trip to Brussels and loves it.

It's amazing what communication and thoughtfulness can do for a depressed person. He is not out of the woods, but he is making decent progress. The fact that he wants to write me e-mails is encouraging.

On the phone yesterday, I started to tease him. He sounded like his normal self by threatening to make me stop teasing him for being cell phone-challenged. It was nice. It's a great sign.

Sticking it out

The it in the title isn't meant to be a tongue-and-cheek innuendo of sorts. It is kind of clever if it were!

My guy and I met for lunch on Wednesday. His mood was much better. He says that he always smiles when he sees me. I think that I made him laugh a lot.

Our conversation over lunch was a good one. It took him a bit longer to get into his normal chatty self, but it was definitely a better conversation than we had on Monday.

What probably improved the quality was that I took the time out on Tuesday afternoon to write to him and share my insight on my experience battling depression. More importantly, I told him that I wanted to support him and to be there for him if he wanted to talk. I told him that I love him and admired how strong he was to tell me that he was depressed.

Although he is depressed and has lost his interest in a number of areas, including engaging in sex, I can tell that he still loves me. He knew that there was a heat draft directly under our table at the restaurant and suggested that we move, because I am a warm-bodied person. I told him that it was okay. My guy gets cold. I could simply roll up my sleeves if I started to feel warm.

He looked at my beige sweater and asked if it was new. I told him that he has seen it before, but I haven't worn it for a while. I had to remind him that he once told me that my erect nipple was showing underneath it. That detail jogged his mind. He remembered the breeze that day. I told him that he was the cause of my nipple getting all excited. My sweater was also larger on me than I had last remembered. He told me that larger is a good thing. I asked whether he was truly talking about sweaters, which made us both laugh.

He surprised me with a gift from Madrid. He got me castanets. He showed me how to place the strings on my thumbs and to try them out. It was a lot of fun. I felt like a lobster or crab for a bit.

After work, I headed to my car. His car was still there. I decided to lock my laptop bag in my car and to head to the training room. I dropped by to visit him. We had a decent chat about our day.

I asked him if I could give him a hug. He liked that. It was a nice twenty-second hug.

"Thank you, sweetness," he whispered in my right ear.
"I think that you need one," I replied.

After we unlocked from our embrace, he looked at me, with a huge smile on his face. I touched his face and was pleased that he was smiling on his own. He told me that I am still so sweet.

Baby steps. It will take a while for him to get out of his depressed state. All I can do is to be there and support him while he battles out of it.

FetLife

I joined FetLife years ago. I am not sure why I did in the first place, other than the fact that I wanted to befriend other folks out there who like spankings.

The last time that I had logged on to this site was four years ago. Recently, I got a chat request from someone. I got an e-mail alert and decided to log on.

You would think that after so many years that I would neither remember my username, nor my password. I remembered them both on the first try. It was as if I had logged on yesterday.

The person who wrote to me was nice. We are chatting back and forth, trying to understand what we are both into while getting to know one another.

Would I ever want to be spanked by someone whom I am not dating? I have never thought about that till now.

Although I miss being spanked these days, I am just not in the right frame of mind to explore that avenue. I would rather have my guy spank me. In the meantime, watching birthday spanking videos and reading about every spanko's experience these days makes me content.

So, I will continue chatting with this person on FetLife. I am surprised that he took a chance on chatting with someone who hasn't logged on for years.

My guy and his depression

My guy and I have talked about depression in the past. We have both had our bouts. However, mine have not been as lengthy as his can be.

He is currently going through a lengthy depression. It has lasted for nearly three months.

I have noticed a demise in his interests. We don't engage in sex as much as we used to. I haven't been spanked in weeks. We haven't talked much while we were both away on different business trips. Ever since I moved away from his cubicle at the office, he rarely goes to his. He hardly comes up to see me at my cubicle, preferring to stay in the training room.

Last Wednesday, he decided to connect with me on Skype at 18:30. Wednesdays are my longest days and I was heading home. He was on Facebook an hour earlier. I confronted him on the fact that he first apologized for not being online. Yet, he was indeed on Facebook. He said that he was swamped with work. I told him that I wanted to believe him, but his hours on Facebook did not add up.

He told me that he didn't feel like socializing. I suppose that it's a bit ironic that he decided to spend hours on a social network. Then again, I get what he meant. He wanted alone time, which meant being in front of his laptop. Throwing himself into his work is one symptom of being depressed. I do that often when I am depressed.

I told him that I felt that he was pushing me away. He admitted that he just feels anti-social. He still wants to go out for lunch with me. It is unfair for me to "wait" for him, as he barely communicates with me. Part of me wants to just call it quits.

I am not like that, though. He needs to know that I am there for support. It is completely different than thinking that I could possibly cure him of mental illness, which is completely out of my league. He needs help. I can love him and support him. I can't cure him. Professionals need to help him.

He told me to think about having lunch with him on Wednesday. Although he doesn't exhibit wanting or needing me these days, which is understandable under the circumstances, he still shows me that he wants to be with me. This little detail is an important one.

I need to insist that we go out for lunch when he is in town. I have a feeling that he hasn't been working out as often as he used to, so I need to suggest that he return to an activity that he enjoys. I also need to get his mind off being sad and to have him be more active.

I asked him if it was a particular thing that he was depressed about. Nope. He is just in a long, depressed state. Four years ago, he was on medication for a year and it took forever for him to get off it. The side effects were not pleasant for him. I still think that he needs to talk to a professional. If not, he needs to talk it out and talk things through, when he is ready. I reassured him that I am all ears when he feels like opening up to me.

He has opened up. Most men would not flat out say that they are depressed. He is comfortable with me that he can simply tell me so. I don't want him to isolate himself or to think that he is alone. He is not.

Sorry for the rather low tone to this post. It is my outlet to describe what is going on in my life -- both the happy and trying times.

Napping, hugging, reaching orgasm, and lightly patting my backside

It has been ages since my guy and I were both at the office. The last time was a few weeks back. I had meant to write about it, but just haven't got around to it until now. Life seems to get in the way, but it's all good.

Anyway, I went to visit him in the training room after work. He was sitting at the back of the room, looking at his Facebook feed, and laughing hard because he had offended his cousins with a jokey remark that he had made.

I was tired. The day was mighty long for me, so I ended up resting my head against my folded arm on the table. I closed my eyes. I may have napped for a bit.

My guy came over and whispered in my ear.

"You look so cute when you are asleep. You look peaceful. Let me take a picture of you with your phone."

I immediately snatched my phone away from him, as if I were a cat. He held me in his arms. It was nice.

He then poked my side, making me squirm a bit. I am ticklish and he knows it. I ended up curled up against his chest to make him stop tickling me.

Moments later, he was playing with my crotch. Eventually, he managed to unbutton my dark blue pants and unzip them. He was fingering me, coaxing me to reach orgasm. It didn't take long. He did a fine job and I was a relaxed, content little girl.

He lightly and lovingly patted my bottom while I was hugging him. Every workday should end on such a note.

Birthday spanking video capturing a milestone for Sarah Gregory

Just the thought of a birthday spanking gets me all happy, wet, and excited. I love everything about getting a birthday spanking -- from the anticipation of knowing that I will be getting one, going over a nice, comfy lap, to ultimately getting my birthday smacks across my bare bottom.

Sarah Gregory celebrated reaching thirty years of age. I love this birthday spanking. In the past, I have had my birthday smacks delivered to both cheeks. Sometimes, the count would alternate between cheeks. Other times, it would be all smacks applied to one cheek, and then equally applied to the other.

This video does it all. The birthday spanking begins with a cute pair of panties on the birthday girl, who goes across her mama's lap. They come down and it happens all over again. It is just great!



I sure wish that I had a birthday every day!

Breaking the news early in a relationship that you like to be spanked

When my guy and I first started talking on Skype after he made his move and told me that he found me attractive, he asked me what I was into from a sexual turn-on angle. I was hesitant, at first, to tell him that I liked to be spanked and to give out spankings. I didn't know what he would think of me. I wasn't sure if my love for spanking would change his perception of me. I wasn't even sure that he would ever want to try his hand (pun intended) in spanking me.

Well, he turned out to be open about it. He is my disciplinarian and playful spanker. He has grown to love spanking me and I am eternally grateful!

This video reminded me of our first spanking conversation, except that he was in Portugal at the time and he couldn't exactly pull me over his knee and spank me. Sadly, I don't have a full, plump bottom like this fine spankee has. Still, my butt turns that lovely shade of pink after my guy is done thoroughly smacking my backside.

 

Ah, such wonderful memories!

Birthday spanking video - a factorial birthday spanking

I mentioned in my last post that I have been watching a number of birthday spanking videos as of late. It is partly because I miss being with my guy, who is on another business trip this week. It will also be his birthday in just over a week.

Part of me would love to give him a playful birthday spanking. The other part of me would like him to give me his birthday spanking.

This birthday spanking video reminds me of one of the rituals that I like. This birthday girl is celebrating her 26th birthday. She gets a birthday spanking from age 1 through to 26. They aren't all hard smacks that land on her backside (frankly, I wish that the birthday girl would have had her bare bottom smacked and paddled), but this video still made me happy.

Enjoy!

Sick and tired, but alive

I feel like I have dropped off the face of the blogosphere. I didn't mean to. It just happened.

Since I last wrote, my guy went to Madrid for a business trip. It was for a week. He couldn't chat with me until late in the week. He doesn't handle jet lag as well as I seem to. We tried chatting on Wednesday, but his Internet connection died. We tried again on Friday and it was a much better conversation when your connection is stable.

That was the last time that I have spoken to my guy. The following week, I was off to Frankfurt for business. It was a last-minute trip decision, thanks to the various managerial staff who can't get their act together. Their late decision made me scramble to get my travel plans done and to ensure that my work was done before flying out. It was too late to get a corporate credit card. I just picked that up a few days ago, after my trip.

My guy was back in town while I was away. He couldn't chat on Skype, for he had one of those hectic weeks keeping clients happy. I was disappointed. I am sure that he was, too.

I got back this week. My guy is working from home all week. I ended up catching a cold and now have a cough. I have not been in the mood to talk. My guy, however, did send me a nice e-mail yesterday, telling me not to worry about all the work that I have to catch up with.

He knows me too well. He knows what to say when I need to hear it.

Unfortunately, I haven't got around to sharing the posts that I have been meaning to write here. I took the day off yesterday, as I truly was not feeling well. I slept for four hours during the daytime. I was dead to the world. We also had a snowstorm. Yes, it's March and roughly a week before Spring starts. Seeing snow does not make this sick girl happy.

That is all for now. Lately, I have been watching a lot of birthday spanking videos, so I hope to get around to sharing my findings here soon.

Rough week at work, self-pleasure, and a birthday spanking request

This week has been a rough one for me at work. You would think that a shorter workweek would be a breeze. Sadly, it doesn't seem to be the case for me after a three-day long weekend.

On Tuesday, the junior writer on my team said that she was "low" due to being at the hospital with her father-in-law overnight on Monday. She said that she was going to use a sick day. She didn't bother to tell the entire team for the remainder of the week that she was going to be away from work. She eventually did call our boss and he told me.

Well, I didn't hear from her directly until Friday. She frustrates me in that she takes a ton of time off (for example, she took a month off late last year, which was mostly upaid time) and I end up picking up the slack. I won't be able to do that for our upcoming software release. A new writer joined the company on Tuesday. Needless to say, I have been busy trying to get her settled.

What was frustrating about getting her set up with the tools that she needs to do her work was that her laptop wasn't ready until Thursday afternoon. Ugh! I had to spend her first three days showing her various tools and documentation from my laptop. As a result, I have not done much of my regular work.

Add to this mess the fact that my guy had to cancel having lunch with me on Tuesday and Wednesday. He also could not meet with me after work on the latter day, which was my low point of the week.

Tuesday after work was nice, though. I visited my guy in our training room. We talked for a bit. He closed the door and dimmed the lights. He pulled my rolling chair close to his. My leg went over his. We kissed passionately. I caressed his head. He fondled my right breast and admired my black bra strap peeking out from under my purple sweater. He played with me. He made me reach orgasm and he held me tight afterwards, which I needed and always love.

It is nice when he kisses the palm of my hand. I ended up lovingly caressing his chin while he did that.

I will write about Thursday in another post. Sorry if my thoughts are all over the map.

My guy is off to Madrid tomorrow. Once again, I will be missing him. Sure, he is away for a week, but it doesn't make it any easier.

Getting back to the long weekend, I missed him so much on Saturday. I was reading a blog post in which a man was getting back at his sister-in-law for giving him a birthday spanking. She got a birthday spanking on her special day. I have always been so turned on by the thought of either getting or receiving a birthday spanking. After having read that blog post, I was horny to no end. I had to pleasure myself to get some relief. I did.

It's interesting, but I have never truly received a birthday spanking from my guy since we have been an item. Perhaps it is because I get spanked often that I never really noticed. I believe that the main reason is that my guy is often on the road when it is my birthday. We end up celebrating it before or after his trip, and I wind up getting a regular spanking. I am not complaining! These observations finally dawned on me.

This year, I will suggest that I get a birthday spanking. I simply want one. That's all.

I wish I were an octopus this Valentine's Day

I seem to have a love-hate relationship when it comes to Valentine's Day.

As a child, I loved how we'd all write valentines to one another. I always looked forward to receiving them, as well as handing them out. As we get older, these exchanges seem few and far between. We don't do the same thing with our colleagues. It would look like we were hitting on them and we wouldn't want to break any rules out of the human resources policy book, right?

My guy asked me for help. He wanted me to provide a list of things that I wanted for Valentine's Day. Frankly, I was happy that I could spend more time with him, which was good enough to me. He wanted to get me something. So, I prepared a list for him.

My guy can be a traditionalist. He told me not to get him anything. He feels that the guy should give his sweetie gifts on Valentine's Day, but not the reverse. Of course, I did anyway, which I am that I will pay for in the end (yes, the pun was intentional).

He got me a lovely box of chocolate chip cookies and some fancy teas. He knows that I have a weakness for baked goods and that box of cookies was not on my list. The tea varieties were, but he chose to get them all in cute tin boxes. He is practical that way, as he knows that I drink tons of tea and could use some storage boxes.

I gave him a geeky gadget. I actually bought one for myself, too. It's a travel router. The cool thing about it is that you can configure your wifi connection as a hotspot. So, if you are in a European country where certain hotels only allow you to connect to their wifi connection with one device, this router is perfect. You can configure it as a hotspot and all your devices connect to the router. An added bonus is that the router acts as a battery charger. You can actually hook your cell phone or tablet to it.

Of course, I got my guy some chocolates. They are actually truffles. It helps that I live about a fifteen minutes' drive from a Lindt chocolate outlet.

Anyway, I didn't get my guy a card, but I sent this picture to him instead. It's fitting:

He does like the occasional love tap. I like touching and groping his backside. It is cute and it turns me on when I do.

Of course, with eight hands, you can do a lot of multitasking in the pleasuring department. It is a shame that I am not an octopus. Hey, you can't win 'em all.

Making up for a lost lunch date

My guy and I were contemplating whether to have lunch on Wednesday. For some reason, Wednesdays are often not meant for us to get together to chat and eat.

Today, my guy had a huge breakfast and then snacked on some trail mix. So, by the time lunch had rolled around, he wasn't hungry at all. Instead, he rescheduled lunch for Thursday.

I didn't feel sad. I wasn't disappointed. I ended up going to work just before 13:30. Wednesdays tend to be long for me. I have early morning conference calls that start at 07:30 and tend to be chatting throughout the day with various folks.

Just before I headed off to my 16:00 meeting (the third and final meeting of the day), my guy called me. We chatted a bit. I told him how great it was to hear his voice. I said it twice. He wished me a good meeting and told me to swing by the training room after work.

My meeting went overboard by fifteen minutes, which wasn't too bad. We have quite the chatterbox in the group. For me to cut it short like that was almost a miracle.

I dropped by the training room. My guy was quietly working in front of his laptop, trying to upload a bunch of files to a corporate FTP site. It was painfully slow.

We talked about our day. I caressed his head, massaged his forearm, and held his hand in mine. He was wearing the sweater that I had bought for him while I was in London. He looked good in it. He loves it.

We both had the same thought. He said it out loud. I just did it.

"May I get a kiss?" he asked me.
"Maybe," I said, teasing him.

We kissed. His soft lips pressed against mine always feel so good. It was nice to pause a bit by brushing my cheek up against his before kissing it. I then resumed kissing him on the lips, licking them, adding a bit of tongue to the mix.

My guy changed the ambiance up a bit. He dimmed the lights and hooked his laptop to the projector, which was at a fairly dim brightness.

He came over to where I was sitting and caressed my breasts. I loved how great they felt. He placed his hands under my green sweater and played with my breasts some more, massaging them in my black bra. He proceeded to reach under my bra, to play with my breasts and nipples. It felt so good.

He could tell that I was turned on. He rubbed my crotch and kissed me. He wanted me to reach orgasm. It worked. I did. It was awesome.

Moments later, when I had more energy, I managed to stand up, and lovingly caress and kiss the top of his head. He liked that. I then rested my cheek against it.

He tells me that I am sweet and cute. He is sweet and loving, among other adjectives.

We talked a bit more before we called it a day. This moment together certainly made up for our cancelled lunch date.

"Bad Boy" needs to be changed to "Bad Girl" for me

I love 80's music. I was a kid growing up during that decade (I don't care that I am dating myself, as I have a lot of fond memories). My self-discovery of hit music took place then.

I never had poofy, teased hair. I never wore those jeans with the knee flaps hanging down. Nope, I didn't own a neon yellow t-shirt. I did, however, pin my jeans and wear lots of jelly bracelets, imitating one of my favourite singers at the time, Madonna.

When I bought my first Prius, it came with a free subscription to Sirius XM. I was delighted to find the 80's channel, among other special treasures. More often than not, I am driving (or sitting in traffic, as is the case when you are in the Greater Toronto Area (GTA)) with my satellite radio locked on the 80's channel.

Today, as I was driving down to Chinatown to do a bakery run, I heard the following lyrics:

Bad boy
Now I got to be punished 

Go ahead, spank me, whoop me
Let me come back home
I need to be punished 

Spank me, whoop me
Let me come back home
Break out the leather, baby

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked down at my audio display:

I had never heard of "Bad Boy" by Ray Parker Jr. After all, I was still in elementary school at the time and it was definitely not a suitable song for such young ears! I just knew him from singing the theme song to the Ghostbusters movie.

I feel the need to share this gem of a song. When my guy is back in town, I'll need to play it for him.

Of course, he wouldn't exactly be able to relate to this song. Once, he did say something along the lines that I should physically hurt him in some way after he broke up with me. It was more of a figure of speech than to tell me that he deserved to be punished for putting me through that experience.

I would have to rework the song, to make it mine. However, my lyrics would not be a perfect match to the song.

Bad girl
Let me go over your knee
I need to be punished

Spank me, pinch me
Make my butt glow
I need to be punished

Spank me, pinch me
Make me say no more
Break out the leather paddle, baby

Maybe I'll leave a voice message on my guy's phone, singing these fine lyrics. I see a fun ringtone in his future. =)

Jet lag, chats, and puns

I get down when my guy is away on business and doesn't have a chance to connect with me. Sure, e-mail exchanges help keep us connected. However, it's not the same when you long to hear the voice of something you love and miss.

My guy has been in Lebanon for a week. It's a seven-hour difference between us. My guy doesn't handle jet lag too well. So, it took him three days to get used to the time change before he was good to chat with me on Skype.

Although the wait was painful, it was good to chat with him a handful of times. Thursday, we did it twice. We first tried in the morning, but his Internet connection was horrible. I was doing most of the talking. It's funny, but he likes when he lets me babble. He does it often for a living and it gives him a bit of a break. He also likes to know what I have been up to.

He is in the office on Monday. I am, too, for the entire day. Our conversations can be playful and a lot of fun as a participant.

"I'll come up and say hi," he told me, referring to the fact that my cubicle is on the building's top floor now.
"You'll cum?" I said, teasing him. "I know you'll be up."
"Yes, Cutiebootie. I will cum all over the place."
"You'll stand up and say hi, too."
"Of course," he replied.
"I can hand you a sticky note," I started saying, catching myself in the sexual innuendo, which was not deliberate for a change. "I mean, Post-It Note, with my phone extension."
"Yes, you'll definitely be sticky and wet. I'll call you for a good time."

Ah, the fun of being the starter of such a pun-fest!

We had talked in the past about my giving him my phone extension. He thought that it would be convenient for him to call me once his seminar was over. That way, we'd meet downstairs in the lobby before heading out for lunch.

My guy is on a plane right now. It's the only time when I say that I can't wait for Monday to get here.

A bit of buttock exposure is exciting - Miley spanking Madonna is not

This post's subject is old news by now. These days, I have been battling a sore throat and an annoying canker sore on the inside fleshy part of my lip. Both are finally starting to go away.

When I first heard about Miley Cyrus tweeting, "I SPANKED @Madonna (hard) (& she liked it)," it intrigued me. For years, I have been a Madonna fan (the hanky panky panty as my Blogger icon is a clue) and thought that it would be fun to watch.

So, here I was, scouring YouTube and whatever sites on the Internet I could find to witness this fine, hard spanking. To my disappointment, watching it didn't do anything for me.

Perhaps I didn't find it extraordinary because Miley Cyrus is boring to me. She is trying to be edgy and is trying too hard.

I suppose that I like to get a bit of a peek when it comes to seeing someone's backside. I like panties that cover most of one's backside, but there's still a bare spot here and there to entice me. I like hearing the sound of an implement or a bare hand smacking a bottom repeatedly. I like seeing the various shades of pink and red during the course of a spanking. I enjoy the layers of clothing coming down, ultimately exposing a cute, bare backside.

I got none of that watching Madonna being allegedly spanked hard. They were swats for entertainment and shock value. That was all. I am not at all disappointed. The spanking was simply not as hard as I had envisioned.

Maybe I just flat out miss my guy telling me that I am a bad girl who needs to be disciplined often. I enjoy playing the girl who apparently doesn't know that she is bad, resists getting spanked, and succumbs to being pulled over an attractive guy's lap for a hard, bare-bottomed spanking with his firm hand.

I like trying to stop being spanked by covering my exposed backside with a free hand. The last time I did that, my guy gently guided it aside, kissed my hand, and continued spanking me hard. I was incredibly turned on.

You can tell that I miss him these days. He is in the middle east right now on business. We keep in touch through e-mails. He is jet-lagged, so I have yet to hear his voice. Hopefully, that'll end soon.