Depression and a movie

It saddened me to hear about Robin Williams's passing. He was too young to take his own life. May he rest in peace.

Depression is an illness. My guy has been talking about his battle with depression often, which I welcome. It does worry me when he doesn't open up, because it is difficult to tell how he is feeling. However, we talk often and he knows that I am there for him whenever he needs a good listener.

What is my favourite Robin Williams movie? Well, there are so many to choose from. I must admit that I love Dead Poets Society.

I was in high school when this movie came out. My closest friends and I hit the movie theatre to watch it. We all loved it. It was inspiring, moving, tragic, funny, and more.

I actually have Robert Sean Leonard's autograph, who went on to star in House. I could identify with Ethan Hawke's character in the movie, for I was a fairly quiet person who didn't enjoy public speaking back then. These days, I can't shut up!

Of course, this movie has a paddling scene. I secretly wanted to be paddled. I never told anyone that I liked this scene. Now, you all do.

I own this movie on VHS. Yes, I even have a dual VHS player, thanks to living in the States and watching QVC. I don't even know if GoVideo is still kicking around, but my double-decker VHS system still works.

Unfortunately, I am not sure where I put this movie, but I need to dig it up. Otherwise, I will need to get with the times by either downloading it off iTunes or getting a DVD version.

Intimate time in a conference room

Last Monday, I moved a number of personal items from my desk into some canvas bags and placed them in my car. We're moving offices by the end of this month, so I decided to get a head start while my guy was working on Civic Holiday.

As agreed, I met him in a conference room on the seventh floor just after 16:30. The floor was completely deserted, as expected. I had brought my short grey skirt. I decided to change out of my three-quarter-length jeans and into my skirt in this room.

I waited. I was in front of my laptop, surfing. Moments later, my guy came into the conference room and closed the door.

"Hey, you made it," I said. "Where's your laptop bag?"
"I left it in the training room," he responded. "I couldn't wait to see you."

My guy wrapped his arms around me from behind and groped my breasts. I love when he does that. He kissed the right side of my neck. It was both affectionate and passionate.

I swivelled my chair around to see him. He bend down to kiss me. The kisses were long and loving. He has the softest lips. They are wonderful to kiss. I felt like melting while gently holding his face in the palms of my hands.

My guy sat down in another office chair. We embraced for a good five minutes. It felt good. He gives the best hugs and I love being in them.

He wanted to feel my bare legs, so my right one rested across his lap. My thighs eventually parted while my guy was feeling me up, ultimately rubbing against the crotch of my lacy black panties. He caressed my right hip, noting how smooth my skin was. He had enough room to grope my right buttock, which made me instantly wet.

Moments later, I reached orgasm and came. I rested in my chair and hugged him. He was standing next to me. I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. His member was hard in his pants.

He let his hard cock out of his pants by unzipping just his pants and taking it out from his briefs. I started giving him a handjob while groping his right butt cheek, which turns me on as much as it does him.

"Can you kiss and suck me?" he asked.
"Are you sure?" I asked him, as there is a reason why I needed to make sure that he wanted it.
"Yes," he insisted.

I kissed his erect penis from the shaft all the way to its tip. I then licked the tip for a bit before I started sucking him. I could tell that he was enjoying it.

Then, the unexpected happened. His cell phone rang. It was one of his guests from his seminar. He felt obligated to answer the phone. It was funny, but the guy on the other end was asking about the other restaurant that we had recommended at lunch. I could tell that my guy wanted to get rid of that guy on the phone.

"I thought that it was something urgent," he explained, after he had hung up the phone.
"He wanted the name of the Afghani restaurant that we love?" I asked him.
"Yes. I had to quickly end the call. He was interrupting a perfectly good blowjob!"

I continued on. He was enjoying every moment of it. Normally, my guy is either lying down or reclining when I give him a blowjob. His standing up was a first.

I could tell that he was about to ejaculate. I pulled his fully erect penis out of my mouth and jerked him off. He came all over my chest and his juices oozed down the right cup of my black bra. We were both happy and dopey. We both sat down. His cock was still jutting out of his pants. I was there with cum all over me.

We went to wipe ourselves off. We talked for a bit, which my guy marvelled over the fact that I could remember when he had bought his car and his first business trip in it to Montreal.

When we decided to call it a day, he sweetly kissed me on his forehead. We both went to freshen up before we headed to our cars. My guy showed me his Magic Mount Window for his cell phone. I asked him if he could get me one. He agreed.

We both kissed. I caressed his head, which we both love. We then blew each other kisses as he drove off and I headed back to my car.

Being at the office on a holiday isn't bad at all.

The Strokes - Is This It?

I love music. I played various musical instruments in elementary school until my last year of high school. I don't do it as much, but am an avid music lover. I continue to listen to a lot of music.

Well, I found this list last week of the best albums of the 21st century and more. Sure enough, The Strokes made it with the band's This is It album.

The album cover is intriguing:

It almost make you want to get the album cover and forget about the music on it... almost! It's fitting that the band's name hints at what this fine backside should be receiving.

Lunch and breaking on Civic Holiday at the office

Monday was Civic Holiday. I went to work to visit my guy. He had to work and had a whopping eleven people in his seminar.

Being his usual sweet self, he wrote me an e-mail, saying that one of the folks had a car, that there were ten people, and that I could skip lunch. Instead, he insisted that I see him after work.

However, an hour later, he wrote back and said that another person had joined, so he needed my transportation services. I was going to drive to work anyway, so it wasn't a huge issue.

I dropped by the training room and my guy was beaming. He introduced me and said that he was nearly wrapping up.

It takes a bit of coordination to transfer a baker's dozen of people to a restaurant. We did it. They were nice to chat with for the hour or so. The restaurant that my guy and I frequent were happy to see us. I joked to one of the nice staff there that we had brought them business on a holiday. They like the fact that we love being there and eating their yummy food dishes.

My guy was kind to pay for lunch. He does it all the time and I appreciate it. We sat down and talked as the rest of the people were paying for their lunch that they were going to expense.

I told my guy that I would hang out at my cubicle. We are moving to a new office in a few weeks, so I thought that doing a bit of packing would be good. I don't exactly have much to pack, but I do have a lot of tea at work. It would be best to bring most of my stash home.

I decided to watch some Web episodes of Live! with Kelly and Michael on my laptop. I heard the door open. I knew that it was my guy, for we were the only ones in the building who had access to the top floor.

"Hey, there!" he said to me, standing at my cubicle.
"Hey! Let me pause my show. I'm watching TV," I explained.
"It is a holiday. You can certainly do that," he said, approving my TV-watching at work, which I don't normally do.
"It's nice to see you. Are you taking a break?" I asked him.
"Yes," he replied. "I thought that I'd come up and see how good you look to me."
"You're so sweet."
"I can't wait till after work," he said, looking straight at my face, chest, and further down.
"Me, too."
"Let's try the conference room on the seventh floor," he said.
"That would be wonderful," I said.

We blew each other kisses. Unfortunately, my cubicle is by the security camera. I was sitting down, so I could discretely blow him a kiss. I then stood up and my guy walked away. He did turn around when he was just under the camera and blew me a kiss in return.

There are guys in Texas who monitor the footage from those cameras. It wouldn't be right to put on an affection show for them. That show is strictly for us.

Stretch and pop

I should have written this post two weeks ago. Yes, I am a bit behind with my observations here.

My guy and I were having quality time in the treehouse. He wanted my bare legs over his lap. I was sitting and just draped them over his thighs. My position soon changed a bit. My legs remained over his lap, but I was on my back, being well-pleasured by my guy.

When it came time to reciprocate, he unfastened his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His hard cock greeted me immediately. It was poking straight at me.

My guy was wearing briefs that had a single button opening. There was his erect penis, jutting out, and skipping the entire unbuttoning process.

I remarked that his hard cock did not have any hands to unbutton and escape. Instead, it decided to bust out of his surroundings to greet me.

I found it to be flattering.

Why am I mentioning this incident now? It happened again today, except that my legs weren't over his lap. Instead, he had plenty of opportunity to touch them. More about that soon. By soon, I mean this week!

Long weekend, but not for my guy

It is a long weekend for most of us in Canada. In Ontario, we have Civic Holiday on Monday. Unfortunately, my guy does not have the day off.

He wrote to me yesterday, indicating that he is back home from his camping adventure. It sounded like he needs another vacation to recover from this vacation. I can relate, especially when you cram so many activities that you want to do that you don't feel like you have done any relaxing.

My guy has a seminar at work on Monday, which is only several hours from now. Since there aren't any restaurants open in our office area, he has to take his guest someplace for lunch. I offered to help drive some of them, as I am sure that there will be more than four people in his group. My guy's car can't hold everyone.

He told me that he looks forward to seeing me. I do, too. I can't wait to hear about his vacation adventures. He has also told me that I break up his day nicely. He enjoys eye candy now and again, especially after camping with a bunch of guys.

Yep, he's a charmer. And sweet, too.

Fuzzy peach bottoms

My guy has a fuzzy backside, which I absolutely love. I can't explain exactly why I feel that way, other than the fact that he has been the first guy that I have been with who does. It's not like he is so hairy that he needs to shave his butt often, but it's fuzzy and nice to the touch.

The plain and simple answer? I find his backside cute and it turns me on.

Anyway, speaking of cute, I found this article interesting when I saw peaches in cute panties:

Image: Mashable

If you order them, they come in a lovely satiny-lined box, bottom side up, of course:

Image: Mashable

I suppose that if you don't have any peaches, you can also use nectarines and plums.

Now, I am wondering whether Victoria's Secret should get into the business of making panties for these voluptuous peaches. I think that a stern spanking with a wooden coffee stir stick would cause these peaches to bruise easily.

Kiss my butt... really!

I miss my guy. He is camping right now on his vacation.

It's funny when I have so many thoughts in my head that I want to write about throughout the day. Then, when it comes to actually sitting down to finally write a post, I don't know where to start!

My guy has always said that I am an affectionate person. I love to kiss and hug. I enjoy holding hands with my guy when we are walking to a store or into a restaurant. When we are sitting next to each other, I squeeze his thigh or I caress his back. I am a touchy-feely girl.

My guy is equally as affectionate. He will tenderly kiss my forehead now and again if he is walking by me while I am reading or watching TV. He will reach for my hand and kiss it. He loves to hold me in his arms. I love all of that.

From time to time, after a bare-bottomed spanking, he will caress my sore bottom. He will go one step further and either kiss my hip area or a bit lower. It's sweet. He is the first person who has ever done that.

I remember the first time that he kissed my backside, I smiled and was surprised simultaneously.

"You just kissed my butt," I remarked.
"Yes, I like it."
"I like it, too. That was very sweet."

It doesn't happen too often. When it does, it's meaningful and special to me. Not every guy would. Then again, I have no qualitative or quantitative data to back me up. Maybe I should consider such a study one of these days. It would be fun and fascinating, especially when my guy is a participant and skews the results!

Being spanked and feeling loved

Friday was a good day. Work was fairly light. I finished early and left my home at nearly 15:00 to meet my guy.

My guy was in the office for a meeting. I had predicted that his meeting with a few sales guys would last 1.5 hours, so heading out at 15:00 would be good. As my guy and I had both predicted, salespeople tend to be long-winded. My guy's meeting lasted a good three hours!

My guy texted me a number of times during his meeting. I ended up at Timmy's for a beverage while tapping into the free wifi connection. He tends to get hungry often. It means that we have to drop everything and make sure that he is fed. We went to our usual Chinese restaurant for dinner.

I was so happy to see him in the parking lot. I got out of my car. He got out of his, immediately apologized, and reached for my hand, holding it both tightly and lovingly as we walked toward the restaurant. He's sweet that way.

We had dinner. It was yummy. Conversation was wonderful. I got up to use the washroom and managed to caress my guy's head as I walked past him. He smiled.

My guy was in let's-go! mode, meaning that he wanted to have quality time with me immediately. He is so boyish and manly simultaneously. We left the restaurant with my guy groping my buttock just before I pushed the door open to leave the restaurant. I was so turned on.

We drove to our usual hangout and got into the treehouse. I was wearing a fairly short pair of jean shorts. I also hand a grey t-shirt on, which my guy enjoyed peeking through to see my black bra underneath. He touched my bare thigh and approved.

We kissed. It was an extended one. It's always nice to lock lips with him.

He immediately went to work pleasuring me. I came twice. The one of the highlights was my guy kneeling on the floor mat to make me climax. It was intense. He has long fingers and I was so horny. It was all worthwhile.

We cuddled for a bit. Before I climbed into the treehouse, I had handed my guy a thick, wooden ruler. I wanted a good spanking. He finally held it in his hand. He playfully slapped my bare thigh with it.

"Hey, you can't just slap my thigh like that!" I exclaimed.
"Sure, I can," he said, continuing to slap my bare calf, followed by my forearm.
"That's not fair. That means that I can slap your head," I said, lightly slapping his head.

He continued to slap my bare thigh. I went to cuddle against his chest. He used the ruler to slap my left buttock a number of times.

"You know that you need to be punished," he said, whispering in my ear.
"No, I am a good girl," I protested.

My guy led me across his lap. He caressed my buttocks for a bit before he let the first slap of the ruler land across my left buttock, and then proceeded to alternate. It felt good.

"Ow!" I exclaimed. "You're so mean."
"No, I'm not. I'm giving you what you deserve," he said, ending his sentence with another slap.
"That hurts!"
"Your bottom is going to hurt a lot more."

The slaps came down harder across my cheeks. I loved every moment. I tend to hold him tighter when it hurts more. The slaps came down faster and harder. I loved it. I could feel the sting.

My guy decided to finger me in such a vulnerable position. Moments later, I came. It was terrific. I was so limp across his lap, to the point where I could not push myself off him. He let me rest across his lap while he caressed the back of my bare thighs, calves, and buttocks. He needed to help me up. It was a bit awkward. He actually grabbed my right buttock while assisting me up. It was fun.

"I'm so dopey," I said.
"That means that I can do whatever I like to you and take advantage of you," he said playfully by reaching under my t-shirt and bra to fondle my breasts.

I rested yet again in my guy's arms. My hand slowly reached for his cock, which was extremely erect in his pants. I actually caressed his hard cock with both my hands. It was impressive how turned on my guy was.

My guy proceeded to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants. His briefs had a button and an opening at the front. His erect penis managed to bust through the opening and it was automatically standing up, just ready for me to grab hold of it.

I did. I enjoy giving my guy a handjob. My bare right leg was rubbing against one side of my guy's shaft as I continued to jerk him off.

It has been a while since my guy has called my name out and told me that he loves me as he is about to ejaculate. I cherish such moments because they are so special.

He came all over my bare thigh. We rested for a bit once more before I reached for the paper towel to clean up.

My guy told me that I am the perfect woman for him. He is sweet when he tells me that I am attractive and makes me feel so loved. The feeling is definitely mutual!

It was the perfect end to our workweek.

My guy is on vacation for a week. We are spending a bit of time together this upcoming long weekend, which we are both looking forward to.

Sleeping on my side thanks to a good spanking the night before

I usually sleep on my back. I tend to wake up in that same position, especially when I am tired. I get a good night's sleep that way.

This morning, I woke up on my right side. It took me several seconds to figure out why. My backside was a bit sore from my guy's fine spanking skills the night before that I automatically flipped over to my right side overnight and didn't even know it.

The soreness is nice.

Surprises and elevators

The other day, my guy wrote an e-mail to me, saying that he may stop by the office this week to talk to a salesperson about an upcoming seminar that my guy needs to deliver. However, a date and time weren't confirmed.

On Thursday, I headed into the office in the afternoon. I got there, said hi to a colleague, and noticed that my cell phone was buzzing. My guy was calling me.

"Hey," I said to him.
"Hey, are you in the office?" he asked me.
"I just rolled in and am taking my laptop out of my bag," I explained. "Are you here?"
"Yes," he replied. "Did you have lunch?"
"I did," I replied, still surprised that my guy was at work, but happy.
"I am in one of the cubicles in the next aisle from yours," he explained. "I will come by and say hi."

Sure enough, he did. We chatted for a bit. He thought that his meeting was on Thursday, but it was actually on Friday. My guy then went back to his temporary cubicle and texted me. He didn't have lunch and wanted to know if I could join him across the street.

I wanted to. I had just come into work, though. I decided to, but I needed to do a pitstop. So, I suggested that my guy meet me in front of the elevators in five minutes.

He was prompt. He was there when I left the women's washroom. We chatted, pressed the button, and got into the elevator.

The doors closed. We were on the eleventh floor, which is the top floor of our office building. We haven't been in an elevator together for a while. He came over to me, pressed his body firmly against mine, and we hugged and kissed all the way down to the main floor. I could feel how hard his cock was against me.

He smelled so good. It was his aftershave.

My guy got a roast beef sandwich at the eatery across the street. He was kind to get me a diet Dr Pepper. We sat down and chatted as my guy ate and I sipped. It was a mini date of sorts. We said sweet things to each other. We talked about our day and week. It was a nice break from work.

About twenty minutes later, we walked back to our office. Once again, we had the entire elevator to ourselves. We hugged. His hands moved up my bodice to my breasts, which he caressed. I caressed the back of his head as we kissed. It was such a sweet, passionate moment.

We got to the eleventh floor. I adjusted my short-sleeved shirt. He smiled at me. I wished him a good evening, for he was heading home. Luckily, we would be seeing each other on Friday.

My reward for my help? A spanking... yay!

The other day, my guy needed my help. It was a work-related software issue. He needed me to download two software builds for him.

We used to be in the same department, which was software development. Since our company was acquired a while back, we are no longer in the same department. I am still considered to be a part of software development, but he isn't. As a result, he no longer has access to all our nightly software builds. He has to asked me nicely to access whatever builds that he needs.

He tried texting me on Wednesday, but I wasn't near my phone. Instead, I received an e-mail from him. Here is an excerpt:

I still can't get to the \builds folder. By the way, would it be possible to copy the latest builds to your Dropbox and send me the link without considering that as slave-driving?? That would really be helpful. I'll give you your reward when I see you (be prepared to have difficulty sitting for a couple of days afterwards.  ;)

I love his love notes. Here's an excerpt from my reply:

Copying huge build files to Dropbox was an issue at work. Our network does not like Dropbox. I ended up copying both builds to my laptop and have been uploading them to Dropbox at home.

This folder, MrMeanie, contains both builds. 

You owe me bigtime. I deserve flowers, dinner, and a really good spanking, at least. =)

My reward will be on Friday. He will also get some reward in return, of course.

Leg admiration

My guy loves my legs I didn't truly realize the extent until we had quality time the other day.

I was in my blue shorts and we were sitting in the treehouse. He immediately wanted them draped over his lap. So, I did just that. He caressed them for a while, marvelling at them.

At one stage, I was practically lying on my back, across my car's backseat, still with my legs over his lap, but they were bent. He went to hug my bent knees, resting his right cheek against the side of my right leg. With the soft sunlight behind him, it was such a sweet view.

"You really love my legs, don't you?" I said, still a bit dopey after being pleasured by him.
"Yes, I love the person that these legs belong to," he said, in his usual sweet self, resting the palm of his hand on my tummy.
"Hand on tummy," I said, which is a phrase he used to say to me.
"I'm so sorry," he said, remembering that I am ticklish.
"It's okay. You gently rested your hand on it. It's when you use your fingers in a random manner that makes me squirm."

He played with my butt. He was lightly pinching it. He was then playing with my clit again.

"You still want to play with me?" I asked him.
"We can do that if you'd like," he replied.
"I just like lounging with you. I am dopey."
"That's fine," he replied, as he sweetly kissed my legs.

Quiet quality time is equally as nice after a long day at work.

A nice way to end a dreadful Monday

My guy had told me at lunch that he'd call me, which would signal when he was leaving work. I never got that phone call. I found out yesterday that he had forgotten my office extension. It all makes sense.

At around 15:15 on Monday, my guy came up to my cubicle to see me. He hasn't done that for months. It was a nice surprise.

He told me that my helping him with configuring our software product worked wonders. My guy quietly mouthed if we could have quality time after work. I said yes. I asked where, and handed him a pen and a Post-It notepad. He wrote down our usual treehouse location, which was great.

We talked as I continued to pack my stuff away. It was great that he came upstairs. I had bought him a wireless mouse on the weekend, to replace the one that he had lost. He was so happy and thanked me for the gift.

I said goodnight to my colleagues, and my guy and I walked toward the elevators. He had to stop briefly on the seventh floor. I told him that he was always delaying things.

Anyway, I had to make a pitstop before heading to my car. Even with that pitstop, my guy still wasn't at his car, which was parked next to mine. I put away my stuff and headed into my car. My guy came over.

"See, I wasn't that late," he said.
"Sure," I replied. "See you shortly."

We drove to our treehouse location. My guy and I got into the backseat of my car.

I asked my guy why we ended up changing venues. His car has two doors, which requires a bit of a climb to get into the backseat. Because of this extra effort, I dubbed it our treehouse. It felt so private and secluded.

With my car, it still feels private and secluded, but I have four doors. It's just easier to get in and out of it. I also have stain-resistant seats, which makes a huge difference!

My guy and I held hands for a bit. We kissed. He went to squeeze my right thigh. He then proceeded to lift it over his legs. My pant leg was wide enough to hike it well past my knee.

He likes my legs. He was caressing the length of my bare right leg. He then worked on pleasuring me. He was playing with my crotch.

"Is your period over?" he asked, whispering it in my ear.
"Yes."

He was a happy camper. Soon, he was unbuttoning my pants and taking them down. He was fingering me. It seemed like ages since he has done that. He has such a magical touch. I came effortlessly.

It was nice to rest against his chest for a bit. My hand slid down to his crotch. His penis was erect. It felt like it was about to launch in his pants. It was both impressive and flattering.

He loosened his belt to eventually pull down his pants and briefs. Yep, his hard cock was pointing straight up. He wanted my bare leg across his lap. My leg managed to brush up against his cock, which was a nice sight to see. My guy lifted his shirt up, which drove me crazy. I love seeing his bare chest. I caressed it as I began giving him a handjob.

We both enjoy a handjob, with him ejaculating all over my leg as the end result. It's nice and he did just that. After trying to get out of our dopey state, I managed to grab the roll of paper towel and clean up. My guy looked so cute using the paper towel roll as an armrest.

We chatted for a bit, kissing intermittently. I asked whether we could go on a lunch date on Wednesday. He didn't have any meetings then, so we were all good.

Monday turned out better than anticipated, especially with a punishment warning

I dreaded this past Monday. I felt that this day was going to be long and depressing. My guy had told me late last week that we couldn't do lunch. He had a teleconference to attend with his manager and his manager's manager. I was a bit bummed out, but I understood.

It was 13:30 and a colleague asked whether I was getting any lunch from across the street. I had brought leftover stir-fried noodles and had eaten them about an hour earlier. I thought that getting a root beer would be good, so I agreed to accompany her. She had brought her lunch, but she wanted to sit outside on the picnic table.

Anyway, I was standing in my cubicle with my wallet in my hand. I saw my guy walking toward me, which made me smile. He had his laptop and said that his meeting was shorter than he had anticipated. He wanted to know whether I would like to grab a quick bite from across the street.

I felt bad about politely declining to go with my colleague. She understood, especially after I had explained why. She was cool about it, which meant a lot.

My guy walked with me downstairs. I realized that he needed my help with work.

"I need you to help me configure this software," he said.
"Ah, that explains why you have your laptop with you. Now, I have to talk about work during my break from work."
"Oh, you are going to remind me about it for a while, aren't you? By the way,..." he said, smiling.
"See, you didn't even warn me by saying that lead-in," I said, smiling back at him.

My guy bought a roast beef sandwich. My guy was kind to pay for my diet Dr Pepper and a huge slice of marble cake.

We found a table. I wanted to sit across from him, like I normally do.

"No, you need to sit next to me," he said, glancing at the seat where I should be sitting.
"But, I don't want to," I said, standing next to him.
"If you don't, I will have to punish you," he said in my left ear.
"I don't want to do work at lunch," I said, playing the role of a little girl.
"You know what happens to girls like you," he said, as we both sat down.
"No, I don't."
"I will have to spank you."

It was the best pick-me-up moment for both of us. Anyway, I did manage to help him out. He was happy, as was I.

It was nice spending twenty minutes with him at lunchtime. It felt like we were high school sweethearts.

My guy wanted to spend some time with me after work. I was happy, as was he.

Phone call about packages and bodies

Last Friday, I worked from home. My guy was at the office, conducting another seminar.

The day before, he told me that his niece was looking for a digital SLR camera. He knew that I wanted to sell my very first DSLR. I have had it for nearly five years and decided to go with a lighter one almost a year ago. He was wondering whether I was still interested in selling mine. I was. In a short period, it was sold.

After work on Friday, at around 17:30, my guy called me on his cell phone. He rarely calls me. When he does, it is either urgent or special. It was both this time.

My guy was driving home. I decided to tease him.

"You're calling me because the chatter on CBC Radio 1 about gnats regurgitating their food is boring you, right?"
"No, that's not it! You make me sound so bad!" he exclaimed.
"You know that I am just teasing you, right?" I said, trying to calm him down a bit.
"I know," he replied. "I just wanted to let you know that my niece absolutely loves the DSLR. She has been taking pictures of everything ever since I gave it to her, so thanks," he said.
"You're welcome. Thank you!"
"She loved everything in the package that you had bundled up," he went on to explain.
"You have a nice package, too," I hinted.
"You're so bad!" he exclaimed again.
"It's true."

We talked a bit longer.

"The good thing about DSLR lenses is that they never go out of style," I explained. "As long as you have a body that fits them, it's all good."
"I agree," he said. "You have a nice body that fits everything."

We get along fine on so many levels.

We wished each other a great weekend and I told him to drive safely home. He's such a sweet guy.

Belated birthday spanking and more

My guy is practically back to his normal self. These days, he is content about everything. I could also tell that he had missed me while I was away on vacation.

He was so happy to see me on Wednesday. He couldn't wait. He called me on his cell phone while he was driving to work. He called me at 08:45. He knew that I tend to be an early riser. Seeing that I was sort of on vacation, he wanted to wait as long as he could, in case I was still asleep. Knowing him, he wanted to talk to me as soon as he could. It was so good to hear his voice again.

On Thursday, we had lunch together. It was good. He asked me what dishes at the Chinese restaurant had sugar in them. He is trying to cut out sugar from his diet. I have done that in the past, but try and do a balance these days.

He broke the news to me that he can't have lunch with me on Monday. He has a meeting with his manager and his manager's manager. I pouted. He looked at me longingly. I playfully pouted some more. He said that he would make it up to me. I was happy again.

The bill came. There were two green tea candies. I handed him one.

"You can have that. I am cutting out sugar from my diet," he reminded me.
"Are you sure? It's not completely healthy to remove all sugar from your diet, you know," I said.
"I am hoping to get some sugar from you later on today," he said, smiling.
"You are smooth," I noted.
"I don't need any more sugar," he explained.
"That's because you are sweet as-is," I remarked.
"You are, too," he said, as we both smiled at each other.

I had suggested the other day that we spend some time cuddling and looking at photos together. He liked that idea and said that after work would be perfect.

I went into the office after being on vacation for ten days. It was somewhat nice to be back, although nothing really has changed much. I was more interested in seeing my guy after work.

I left at 17:30 and visited the training room. There were trainees there. I asked them where my guy went. Apparently, he went home. I then realized that these guys would be there for a while, so my guy decided to change our venue.

Sure enough, he was in his car, looking at his phone. He looked up at me, said hi, and said that he was waiting for me. We would be heading over to our usual parking lot for some quality cuddling time.

We got there and got into the backseat of my car. He held me in his arms. I asked him about his day. He said that it was boring, other than lunch. My head was leaning against his chest. I was stretched out a bit.

My guy put his left had on my hip, which gradually slipped into my left back pant pocket. His hand slipped out out and he started lightly groping my buttock before he started lightly slapping it.

The slaps gradually became harder. I was getting more aroused by the second.

"What's that for?" I asked him playfully.
"For being a bad girl," he said, punctuating it with another hard smack.
"But, I'm always a good girl," I replied with a slightly whiny tone.
"No, you've been away from me more nearly two weeks," he stated, giving me another hard slap across my left buttock.
"That's not my fault," I said.
"You need a spanking. Assume the position," he said, looking at me, and then his lap.

We kissed passionately for a moment before I went over his knee. He asked me whether I was comfortable, like he has in the past. I said that I was for now, but my backside probably won't be after my spanking.

It was still that time of the month for me, so I didn't get a bare-bottomed spanking. Still, getting a spanking across my pants hurts after my guy is done with me.

He spanked me hard. I loved every moment. He started by spanking each buttock in a rhythmic fashion. He then spanked each buttock in spurts. At one point, he was giving each side seven rapid, hard smacks. He also gave me some rather hard pinches, which hurt and I loved.

"Is this my birthday spanking?" I asked him in-between saying ow.
"Yes, we need to make up for all the days that you were away from me."

It was the nicest birthday spanking from him. He managed to rub my crotch to the point where I actually came. I rested limp across his lap. He caressed my sore buttocks and have me a huge hug after I got up.

I looked up at him, head his face in my hands, told him that he was adorable, and kissed him sweetly.

I then pleasured him by giving him a handjob. It was a bit of a different spin on it. He rolled up my right pant leg and caressed the length of my bare leg.

My guy proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pulled down his briefs and his hard member simply looked like it was pleased to see me. It rubbed against my bare leg. I started to jerk him off, with my bare leg rubbing against his hard cock the whole time.

He pulled his brown-and-white stripped shirt up. I was so turned on by his chest. I went ahead and touched his bare chest, and told him that it was sexy.

Moments later, my guy ejaculated all over my leg. It was great. We both enjoyed it.

We cleaned up. I had napkins in the glove compartment. My guy bent over the front seat to get them. I got a great view of his bare bottom. It was awesome!

We hugged, cuddled, and looked at pictures on my phone, like we had hoped to do. Naturally, being horny changed our priorities!

It was a great evening. We kissed one final time before we headed home. I drove back with an increasingly sore bottom. I wouldn't want it any other way. It had been such a long time. It was nice.

Back from vacation to have a date with my guy

My vacation is officially over. I flew back on Tuesday evening. The flight was wonderful. I managed to get upgraded to business class, which was a first for me. It was a great experience.

Earlier that day, my guy had sent me a message on Skype and tried calling me. It was a hectic morning. I was checking out of my hotel room. Unfortunately, the elevators weren't operational, so I had to haul two suitcases down three flights of stairs. Naturally, I was on the top floor.

Anyway, my guy wrote to me later on in the day. He wanted to know whether I would like him to pick me up at the airport. He's sweet. I wrote back and told him that he didn't have to go through all that trouble, although it would have been nice to have seen him. He lives an hour away and it would have been close to midnight by the time he got home. Instead, I said that I would pick him up at the office the following day to go to our favourite restaurant for lunch. He liked that plan.

Wednesday was a half-day workday for me. So, I worked for four hours in the morning and then picked my guy up at the office. He looked good. I couldn't help but to caress his head, which had a bit of stubble, but it is always soft.

I gave my guy some goodies from my trip to Colorado. My guy loves ginger, so he ended up with ginger candies, ginger tea, and ginger mints. I also got him some special commemorative coins, which he also loved.

My guy notices a lot about me. He looked at how tanned I was. He actually looked under my short-sleeved shirt and noticed how deep my tan was. He then looked at my feet and noticed the tan lines. We got out of my car and he liked my blue nail polish on my toes.

We got to the restaurant, ordered, and talked. He told me that I had a cute smile and laugh. I told him that I had missed him so much. He felt the same way about me.

After eating our meals, we held hands across the table. I caressed his knee under the table. He stated that I would have better access to his thigh in my car. I suggested that we have some cuddling time soon. He agreed.

We got into my car. My guy was rubbing my thigh. He played with my crotch. It was my time of the month, so I told him that we could focus on him instead. I felt his hard cock under his pants. We kissed like we hadn't for eons.

We drove to our usual spot. I gave my guy a handjob. We both enjoyed the experience. I could tell that my guy was horny and missed me. He ejaculated for what seemed to be for at least ten seconds. He was dopey and content. I was pleased that he felt that way.

It felt like old times. It felt comfortable. It felt like we hadn't been apart at all. It was all good.

We talked as I drove him back to the office. He blew me a kiss and wished me a good day. Naturally, I reciprocated. 

We're going for lunch on Thursday. Dates are always nice, especially for lunch.

Sofa headrest for spanking?

My hotel room has a hideaway sofa. So, if I need an extra bed, I have one at my convenience.

What is intriguing about this sofa is that it has an extra headrest. Wait, is it really a headrest?

If I were to move the side table and lamp, this headrest is at the perfect height for me to bend over for a stern paddling or spanking.

My birthday spanking is postponed till I return home. In the meantime, I can only dream about my spanking today.

Kum and Go

Hello from Colorado!

I have been in this high mile state since Saturday. It's interesting how many medicinal marijuna clinics there are ever since it became legal in this state.

I am having a great time. I have wonderful friends who have been giving me a wonderful tour of their fine state. I am also getting more vitamin D. The sunshine is great!

While heading west on a road trip the other day, I noticed a gas station called Kum and Go. It's clever, except that it made me think of something else.

Can you imagine if the company was named Cum and Go? There would be a lot of horny people arriving there, and a lot of content, dopey folks leaving!

All is well here. I hope that things are great with you. Happy Canada Day from Colorado!

It's vacation time!

It's Friday! I am finally on vacation. Woo hoo!

I spent last night packing, which explains why I didn't do any blogging. I have a feeling that I won't be posting as often. I am travelling tomorrow, so we'll see if I have anything to say while weaving through an airport terminal or two.

The Canada Day long weekend has begun for most Canadians. Please enjoy! I will be stateside for Canada Day, the 4th of July, and my birthday. I intend on enjoying every day away from work.

Enjoy your weekend!

Z is for zap

I have reached the finish line. I am at the final letter of this challenge. Woo hoo!

It has been a slice. Thanks to everyone for following along. I hope to do this challenge or a similar one sometime soon.

For years, I have been curious about electric paddles that emit a zap. Initially, I saw a similar paddle on eBay years ago, but it was geared toward zapping flies and bugs. Naturally, it was a hidden way for the seller to say that it was for some spanking and paddling fun.

I am still hesitant about having it used on me. How strong are these zaps? Part of me wants to go out and buy one. After all, it is less than $20. But, how safe are they, really?

I have read some of the reviews. One review scares me. It says that the paddle left "burns on my victims." The same person goes on to say that the paddle emits "a very brief, yet intense shock."

I am still mixed about it. Will I actually like being shocked for such a brief moment? Do I want burns on my backside? After all, the thought of having welts on my backside does not appeal to me, let alone burn marks.

If you have had experiences with using an electric zapping paddle, either administrating or being on the receiving end of one, please share!

Y is for Yes (also known as Mr. Meanie)

My guy called me from the office on Saturday. Although he would never admit it, he had hoped that I would be waiting for him at the office. He didn't seem too enthusiastic about my wanting to be there when we had spoken on Friday, so I decided not to.

I got a call from him because I wasn't my usual loyal, predictable self. He didn't seem to want me there, but started to change his tune. When I wasn't waiting for him with open arms on Saturday, I got his phone call.

I got as close to an apology as I will ever get from him. Next time, I can even pick him up at the airport. I think that he is slowly realizing that I do enjoy spending time with him, even if it is something that seems so insignificant like picking him up at the airport.

Part of it is the fact that he is a guy. He is old-fashioned to some extent. He doesn't want me to spend so much time driving across several towns to get to work just to see him for a brief moment. To me, it is worth it and it is not a huge deal.

I could tell that he wanted to see me when he asked if I still wanted to drive to work. I politely declined. He understood.

The problem is that if I constantly press seeing him under such circumstances, it becomes the norm. I change it up a bit and he feels the same way as I do. He truly does miss me equally as I do whenever he is away on business.

I asked him if he was jet lagged.

"Sort of. I think that my memory is fading a bit today."
"Nah, I don't think so. As long as you know your name, that's all that matters," I reassured him.
"Well, my name starts with Y and has an S somewhere," he said.
"So, your name is Yes," I stated confidently, which made him chuckle.
"Yes, indeed."

I tend to call my guy Mr. Meanie when we are role-playing and he ends up spanking me hard. He was a mean guy by not knowing whether I should come see him at the airport. I think that he has learned his lesson.

I can tell that he missed seeing me. The following day, he wrote me a nice e-mail, asking how I was and telling me about his day.

On Monday, I got to the office and saw my desk drawer slightly ajar. I pulled it out and noticed a present waiting for me. He had bought me an M&M's collectible item with peanut M&M's from Abu Dhabi. It was sweet of him. He made my day and probably my entire week.

He does know how to make up for being mean and indecisive. Yes, Yes does.

X is for Xylimelts

This post is by far the most challenging to write about. It is tough enough to find a word that begins with x that is not scientific. Sure, I could have chosen xylophone. I played one for kicks in elementary school and loved it.

Naturally, since my blog primarily describes my spanking experiences and thoughts, you would think that I would go with x-rated. I just don't feel like it.

Instead, I am in search of Xylimelts. In a roundabout way, this post is about oral health and how I have managed to give blowjobs while suffering from dry mouth. How is that for a blog post!

Years ago, there were anomalies with my blood test results. I ended up being diagnosed with Sjogren's syndrome. Despite most people getting such a diagnosis well into their forties, I got mine a decade earlier, in my early thirties. My case is considered mild. My doctor says that many people lead normal lives, with mild side effects.

The only major side effect that I experience is dry mouth. I compensate by drinking plenty of water, sucking on sugar-free candy, and using products such as Biotene that help produce saliva.

The funny thing is that whenever I give my guy a blowjob, I have no issues with saliva production. At first, I thought that the oral flavoured gel was helping me out. However, when I do not have oral gel with me, my saliva production is fine. My guy has never complained that my mouth wasn't lubricated enough.

I recently visited my dentist. The first time was for my routine cleaning. I went back there last week to have a cavity redone. Sure enough, my mouth was dry after both appointments.

My dental hygienist is wonderful. She always keeps me in mind. She recommended trying Xylimelts. You basically stick one of these tablets on your gums at the back of your mouth and it dissolves over time while helping to produce saliva.

She said that I could get it from most major drug stores. I have tried Shoppers Drug Mart, Rexall, Target, and Walmart, and have not found it. I am not sure whether this product or something similar is available in the States, but I will be there soon to do some retail research. It looks like I can order them online, which I am grateful for.

I am looking forward to giving this product a shot and see how things go.

W is for whack

Most of the time, my guy spanks me with his bare hand, mostly across my bare bottom. I love how intimate and physical the spanking is. He told me that he can feel his hand ache as he is spanking me hard.

The neat part about his reaction? He never complains about how sore his hand feels. He enjoys it. I am glad. I love when he spanks me hard.

I do like when he uses other implements, too. Sure, using them seems like an extension of his arm and a good substitute for his hand, but we both prefer a sound hand spanking for me.

It's the sound of a wooden paddle across my backside that arouses me. He has never used the one that I have had for years. In my car, I have a wooden, thick ruler, which we both love. It comes in handy! I am thinking of having him use a thicker, wider wooden paddle on me soon.

There is something about wood being used in a spanking or paddling that I like. I enjoy the sting and sound that it makes. I like looking at my butt afterward in the mirror and seeing how rosy-coloured it is.

He will need to easy me in when it comes to the intensity of the paddling. It has been a while. It is also a new implement and experience for him.

It'll be a nice present to him and for my birthday. I can't wait!

V is for vacate

On Friday afternoon, I had a dentist appointment. Naturally, my guy calls me, wanting to talk. He had about thirty minutes before he had to head off to the airport.

I called him through Skype on my cell phone, as I drove hands-free from my car. He was to arrive on Saturday afternoon. I asked him if I could meet him at the airport or at the office. He seemed hesitant, which made me sad.

"You don't sound too enthusiastic about my seeing you," I pointed out.
"I would only be there for thirty minutes. I have to clean out my cubicle according to the operations manager," he replied.
"I could help you," I replied.
"You would have to drive a fairly long distance to see me," he advised.
"You don't want me to see you," I stated.
"No, I would love to see you."
"It doesn't sound like it. I have one minute before my appointment. I have to go."

I wasn't too happy after that conversation. My guy noted it.

My guy arrived later than he had expected on Saturday. Both his plane and luggage were delayed. I had a feeling that he would call me from the office. He could sense how upset I was yesterday, especially when he figured out that I didn't bother going to the office to see him on Saturday.

We spoke for a bit. He then continued our conversation from the previous day.

"So, did you want to drive over here?" he asked me.
"There's no point. It was pretty clear yesterday that you didn't want to see me and that we have differing points of view."

I could hear him breath in.

"Okay, next time, I will let you drive all the way over to work to see me for thirty minutes and spend 25 cents on gas [with your hybrid car]."
"Okay," I said.
"I will even let you pick me up at the airport. We can hold hands as we drive back to the parking lot. I can then fondle you."

It's not a flat-out apology, but it's pretty close to one from him.

My guy and I reminisced about our cubicles that were once on the seventh floor of our office building. In January, I ended up moving to the eleventh floor again. My guy either works from home, or ends up in either our training or meeting rooms these days. As a result, he no longer needs his own cubicle.

We have had a lot of fond memories sitting across from each other on the seventh floor. We joked a lot. We did work across from each other. He also managed to fondle and spank me in that same area.

Good memories, indeed. More memories are to come, of course!

U is for undone

I am starting to get a bit sad that this challenge is less than one week away from ending. It's funny how it seems like an insane number of posts to write in a month. I am proud for making it this far and am thankful for getting lots of encouragement along the way.

My guy has the knack for undoing whatever articles of clothing I am wearing. I do not think that it is a universal skill that men have. My ex-husband was horrible at unhooking my bra and basically fiddling with anything intricate.

On the contrary, my guy not only can unhook my bra in literally a second, but he has done it with one hand. Wait, it gets even better! He can unhook my bra with his non-dominant left hand. He doesn't have to look. He just reaches behind my back, normally while we are kissing, and does it.

The same goes with unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. It is almost like his hand is a magnet. It just goes there and, in seconds, my pants come down, mostly for a spanking or some other activity that makes me excited.

I have never asked him about how he almost magically can unfasten the various hooks and buttons on my clothing. I just know that after we have had some fun, he will put me back together. He will make sure that my clothes are back on and that they look crisp. He's quirky and fun that way.

I have told him on several occasions that I feel like a doll when he undresses and dresses me. I can tell that he enjoys it all. It's nice.

As for me, I can unbutton the dress shirt that he's wearing fairly quickly. I get to perhaps the third button from his collar and I am happy caressing his chest. He is a traditionalist in the sense that he will help me to it, which includes unfastening his belt, and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

There you have it. I didn't think that I would ever writing about such a topic. Never say never, as the saying goes.

T is for taxis and teasing

My guy and I literally work across the street from the airport. There are perks to having parking passes in a lot across from Pearson International Airport. When you have a flight to catch, you leave your car at work and take a taxi across the street to whichever terminal you need.

Mind you, for a five-minute-or-less ride across the street, taxicabs charge anywhere between $15 to $25. It's not cheap, but it certainly is much cheaper than paying a ridiculous $30 a day to park at the airport, depending on which parking lot you choose. It's much cheaper if you choose an offsite parking lot and get a shuttle ride to the airport.

Last week, my guy and I managed to squeeze in a lunch date before he left for the airport.

"Oh, I don't need you to drive me to the airport. I can take a taxi," he insisted, like the guy that he is.
"But, I want to take you," I replied.
"You know that I can expense my cab fare, right?"
"I know. I just want to spend as much time with you before you leave. I want to kiss you goodbye and hold your hand," I said.
"That's sweet, like you always are," he said lovingly.

A couple of days later, we were talking on Skype. He is a gentleman, thanking me for giving him a lift to the airport.

"My fear is taking a taxi back to my car at the office, and ending up touching his thigh and kissing him," he said, teasingly.
"If you do all that, can you capture it on video for me to watch?" I asked him.
"No, Cutiebootie!"

It's fun teasing him and getting him a bit worked up. It is almost my new hobby. Almost.

S is for spanking (of course!)

It seems so obvious that I would select spanking as my topic for today's post. Where should I go with it?

My birthday is fast approaching. For a while now, my guy likes when I give him a couple of gift suggestions.

I have told him that he is an excellent gift giver. Ever since I had joked about wanting a hot dog cooking appliance, he welcomes all gift suggestions from me.

So, I ended up giving him two ideas for my birthday gift. One was a popcorn maker. I go through popcorn in spurts. Yesterday, I had two small snack-sized bags of popcorn. I fear that having a popcorn maker will make me go on a popcorn-only diet.

The other item that I had suggested was a gadget. It's a cross between an Etch-a-Sketch and a tablet. You basically use a stylus to write down whatever you want, which replaces a pen and paper. You can save each page to memory, and then synchronize your device with your computer. I am all for writing and drawing more, and saving some money on paper pads and stick pens.

My guy decided to get me the latter, which was sweet of him. He knows how much of a gadget girl I am. The funny thing is that this device is only available online. He prefers going into stores to buy items. So, he had to ask me for my mailing address. He is on the road and wants to make sure that I have my gift before my birthday. He's thoughtful.

Do you know what I should have said that I wanted for my birthday right from the start? A birthday spanking.

I get pretty excited when I think about giving or getting a spanking. Getting a birthday spanking is special to me. For years, I never got one. Having a birthday in the summer and not really having major birthday bashes growing up would be one reason. I missed out on bending over and having friends give me a slap across my backside. Pinches would be nice, too!

It wasn't until I started dating that I got birthday spankings every year in my twenties. My now ex-husband was great at dishing them out. I reciprocated, which made it twice as sweet each year.

It is rare that my guy and I are together on our birthdays. I have a better shot at seeing him on his birthday than he is on mine. This year is no different. I have decided that I need a vacation and all the overtime that I have worked for the last month or so is helping me out.

I asked my guy if he could give me a belated birthday spanking. He didn't hesitate when he said yes. He added that extra smacks will be applied for every day past my birthday that we are apart. I am back almost a week later, so I expect to be sore for a while.

No complaints from me. It's my birthday and I want a rosy, spanked bottom.

R is for restraint

I feel like saying that the letter r also stands for rambling. I am unsure of where I will go with this topic, so you have been warned!

When my guy spanks or paddles me, I obediently bare my backside to take my punishment like a fairly good little girl. I find that playing the reluctant, I-don't-wanna-be-spanked girl to be just that -- pure acting and role-playing. It is a whole lot of fun!

My guy and I have talked about using restraints on my hands for a spanking. We have eventtalked about tying me up to a bed so he can play with me at his convenience. It hasn't happened yet, probably because I actually want to be spanked and punished. I won't resist it.

I do like trying to protect my getting-sore bare bottom with my hand. He will either swat my hand aside or just hold it behind my back as he continues with my spanking. I love it all.

It also takes a lot of restraint on my end to not caress his head too much in public or to be too touchy-feely. We hug, kiss, and hold hands in public. We are both affectionate people. I find his shaved head to be so attractive that there are moments where I have this incredible strong urge to caress it in public, but I have to hold back. It just seems inappropriate, especially when my guy chuckles.

My guy isn't laughing at me. He has told me countless time that he likes my touch and enjoys it when I caress his head. He just envisions what other people at other tables are seeing when he tilts his head forward and I reach out to touch it from across the restaurant table!

I have made a compromise. I will caress his head when we are in the car or have a quiet moment together in the office.

Yes, I like men with clean-shaven heads. I will leave it at that. =)

I had a good talk with my guy yesterday afternoon. He is doing well in India, but is still trying to adjust to the timezone, which is expected. He had a three-hour nap after work. And yes, he asked me a work-related question that began with by the way, which I had accurately mentioned in yesterday's post.

Q is for questions for the queen

My blog post's title is quirky. Coincidentally, today's challenge is a topic that begins with the letter q.

My guy has made it safely to India. We have talked a couple of times since he arrived. We were supposed to talk on Monday afternoon, but a celebratory team lunch at work prevented me from chatting with him. By the time we were done eating and chatting over lunch for a whopping three hours, my guy was fast asleep.

This post's title is all about my guy. I will need to back up a bit.

My guy and I used to work in the same department. Within the last two years, our past company was acquired by a larger one. Due to moulding to this larger company's departmental structure, my guy and I no longer work in the same department.

It's interesting that my guy comes into the office, but doesn't technically belong to any department. He is his own department. So, he tends to have tons of work-related questions and doesn't have a true team locally to help him out. As a result, he often fires questions at me, but does it in a gentle manner. I don't mind helping him out and he genuinely appreciates my help.

Often, his questions will start with by the way. I have teased him about it. I always know that his work-related questions begin with that lead-in. He recently broke tradition, but qualified one of his questions by saying that it would be quick.

Well, it was quick at the beginning. However, I had to sit with him for half an hour to finally determine that he doesn't have the proper access rights anymore to access a network drive. He no longer works for our old department, so many of his access privileges have been revoked.

So, what is this queen thing all about? My guy frequently calls me his queen. He believes that I deserve to be treated like one. He will tell me that when we kiss, which can be pretty often, and when he has a strong desire to tell me how much he loves me. He is affectionate and sweet in his own way. He treats me like a queen, too. I don't take it for granted.

This queen misses her king tonight. 

I talked to him a couple of hours ago before he headed off to work. I was doing laundry while he was ironing a dress shirt. Even though we are miles apart from each other, we tend to do related tasks that we both find therapeutic while we chat about anything we feel like. We feel closer, which helps.

P is for patting

My guy and I love to chat about anything under the sun or moon, depending on the time of day. It is one of many things that we have in common.

It's not to the point where we talk to each other till we pass out or anything. We just have a lot to say and it's interesting to us.

Several months ago, my guy admitted that he has never taken any formal music lessons. He mentioned a ladder as being one of the exercises that he knew about. Without skipping a beat, I knew that he had meant scale. The neat part of this conversation is that we didn't feel that it was weird.

In Arabic, a scale is a ladder. In French, a scale or a legend on a map is also called a ladder. It helps that we both are multilingual to make such a seamless connection.

Anyway, my guy makes sweet music in other ways. I saw the following picture on Facebook, which reminded me of how melodic he is when it comes to spanking me or just being playful with my backside.

A spanking is kind of like a solo. He gives his solo performance, and I feel and savour it. It nice.

O is for over his knee or a table

I recall a wonderful post that I had read on a blog the other day asking what spanking implement one loves and hates when it comes to receiving a spanking. By far, I love a hand spanking. I find it intimate and my butt aches for a while after a hard spanking. I like when my guy uses a ruler or a paddle on me, too. They definitely rank high on my list.

Getting the belt turns me on, but I don't like it actually used on me. At first, I thought it was because I didn't like the thought of having welts on my backside, which is partly true. It also stems from accidentally getting whipped on my lip by a belt carelessly being waved about by a classmate in grade 6.

I probably have mentioned it in passing, but I have never stated what spanking positions I like and don't like. So, that is what this post is about. Two of my favourite positions deal with being over something.

By far, I love an over-the-knee spanking. I feel comfortable being over my guy's lap. As with getting a hand spanking, I find being over his lap intimate. I like getting up after a hard spanking, and either curling up against his chest or kissing him as a simple thanks.

When I am over his knee, I playfully try and cover my backside with my hand to protect my butt from further smacks. However, my guy likes to pin my arm behind my back and spank me even harder after I do that.

I also like when I am bent over a table or sofa for a spanking. My guy has more of a swing with either his hand or an implement, so it's a different kind of pain that develops. I find that he likes running his hand from my ankle upward, to my calf, thigh, and buttock. He doesn't do that when I am over his knee.

When the smacks become intense and hard, I sometimes jerk my legs up. It doesn't happen much when I am bent over the table, but it happens more when I am over his knee. He will then caress my calf for a bit before continuing with my punishment.

What spanking position do I hate? I would have to say being bend over while grasping my ankles. I don't find that enjoyable at all. My guy doesn't like that, either.

Some people don't like the diaper position, but I don't mind it. It gives me a chance to see my guy's expression when each smack is delivered. He can also see how I am reacting to each one.

So, if you'd like to share what spanking positions you like or dislike, drop me a line. I would love to read your responses!

N is for no and nicknames

I got to spend a bit of time on Friday with my guy. It was a hectic day, for it was our major software release deadline.

My manager had a bunch of last-minute changes to do. My guy had a flight to catch and had to leave the office by 16:00. I was supposed to attend a team lunch to celebrate this software release being over. I would have rather had had lunch with my guy.

The day before, my guy told me to write him an e-mail if my lunch plans had changed. Sure enough, they did. I wrote to him, but he was offline.

I had colleagues who wanted to have lunch with me. It was nice of them to ask. Part of me wanted to go, but I was waiting for my guy to respond, so I took the chance and declined their offer.

Sure enough, just before 13:00, my guy called. He said that he would get his car and pick me up.

It was nice seeing him. He rarely wears jeans to the office and he always looks good in them. He wears them when he travels. He drove us to the restaurant. I got to caress his head once we were stopped at a set of lights.

We had a good lunch. We got to talk about how our day was going. My guy liked my blouse that I was wearing. The collar had a bit of elasticity. My guy liked that he could take a peek and count the number of boobs that I have. I asked whether he thought that I had a uniboob, which made him laugh. He approved of my blouse.

After we were done, we sat around and talked. I had my hands on my lap. They were stretched out. My guy decided to slouch a bit and his knees touched my hands. I ended up rubbing the tops of his knees. We both liked that. I told him that am a touchy-feely girl. He nodded.

After lunch, he drove us back to the office. Traffic was bad due to construction. My guy looked at my legs and loved the cropped jeans that I had on. He told me that I was so cute and pretty. In traffic, he gave me a blue crystal bracelet. His gift completely took me by surprise.

We got to the office and he accompanied me to my floor. It was sweet of him. He told me that he'd call to let me know when we could move his bags from his car over to mine.

It was 16:00 when he called. I went downstairs. He was at his car, parked next to mine, looking at its open trunk. He had a box of manuals that he had to bring to India. He asked me whether he should open the box and put the manuals in his suitcase, or just haul the box to the airport and check it in. I said to do the former. Sure enough, the manuals fit in nicely.

My guy had protein shakes and cans of salmon with him. East Indian food does not agree with his stomach, so he decided to bring friendly foods with him. I helped him move them into the suitcase with the manuals, as there was plenty of room left for them.

My guy had to go back to the training room to get his laptop.

"Promise me that you will not touch anything," he stated. He is protective of my back.
"Is that a threat?" I asked him.
"No, it's a warning," he replied, knowing me too well to want to help him out.

He took longer than he had anticipated to return to his car. He did move all three of his bags into the trunk of my car. They all fit, which was comforting.

I drove us across the street to the airport. We held hands. We joked and laughed.

"What airline are you flying on?" I asked him.
"It is Ethihad, operated by Jet Airways," he replied.

This airline does not roll off my tongue. I couldn't recall the name moments later.

"What was the airline again? Itchy witchy?" I asked, trying to look for the proper entrance to stop at.
"It's Ethihad," he said, laughing. "Bad, Cutiebootie! Bad!"
"I hope that you are okay flying without any elitist (business class) perks. You won't get any free cheese like you normally take for granted," I teased him.
"You sound like a bitchy mouse," he teased.

I suppose that my new nickname is bitchy mouse, which is funny. It doesn't describe my personality at all! I kind of like it.

In the car, I got to caress his head and we said goodbye. I asked him if I could kiss him. He said yes, so we did. He spent a good minute rubbing my thigh with his hand.

"I love your thighs. I can't wait to see you in a short skirt soon," he said to me.
"We need treehouse time when you're back," I replied.
"Yes, we'll arrange for something," he said, with both of us smiling at each other.

We got out of the car. My guy got his stuff out of the trunk and even helped me move my rolling bag into it. We embraced for a decent period. He assured me that he'd call me one he was in India.

I am glad that I got to drop him off at the airport and that we had lunch. Seeing him makes stressful workdays melt away.

M is for moo

I could have written about today being a significant milestone for me. I have blogged thirteen days in a row, something that I haven't done in years. I am nearly midway through this challenge.

Instead, I have chosen moo as my topic. Yes, I do mean the sound that a cow makes.

Years ago, I went to The Ex, which is short for the Canadian National Exhibition. It runs every year from August till early September. It's a fair, where you can go on rides, stuff your face with all sorts of food, shop, and see the air show during the Labour Day long weekend.

My parents used to take me there as a little girl. I ended up working there for three summers as a late teenager and towards the end of my undergraduate years.

Anyway, I ended up playing one of the games there and wound up winning a mini purple cow. I could have played more to trade up for a much larger plush toy, but I liked this cow. It was in my favourite colour. I had also never owned a stuffed cow toy.

Last week, my guy returned from Croatia. He got me a couple of gifts. One gift consisted of traditional cookies from the country, which are not too sweet. They are perfect.

The second gift? Milka chocolates with a mini stuffed purple cow. I got the rectangular gift bag like the one in this picture:

Coincidence? My guy doesn't know the story of my owning a purple plush cow. Now, I have two, to keep each other company.

He does know me well. I don't refuse chocolate. I also love anything purple. He is thoughtful that way.

So, that's it for my moo-ving post. Here's to being halfway through this udderly sweet challenge.http://theex.com/

L is for little things

I was pretty bummed out on Monday. It generally is the case when it's that time of the month. I then got an e-mail from my guy, saying that he had to cancel having lunch with me that day and possibly for the entire week.

To add to that piece of news, I asked him whether he would be free after work. He said that he would call me. He never did. Apparently, he came looking for me at 18:30. My day started at 08:30. I worked overtime and left just after 18:00. I didn't even bother responding to him.

My guy can tell when I am upset with him. I normally tend to contact him back pretty quickly. I didn't bother on Monday. He knew that he had to patch things up.

On Wednesday, I was expecting to not have lunch with him. I drove into work and got there by 12:30. Wednesdays are long days for me. My workday starts at 07:30 with a conference call that I take at home.

I parked my car at the office and noticed a text from my guy. He wanted to do lunch. I said that I would swing by the training room. He seemed pleasantly shocked to see me. He has never seen me at work that early on a Wednesday. We headed to his car and we drove to our usual restaurant hangout.

We both tried a new dish. It was spicy garlic chicken. It was yummy.

We were talking about my upcoming vacation. I will be away for my birthday. He remembered the exact date from memory. I was impressed. He told me that he could never forget such a special day. It's the little things that he says and does that impress me the most.

After lunch, we headed back to his car. He told me that he got Lexus rims on his car, even though he does not drive a Lexus. I had to walk around his car to look at them. They were nice.

As I was heading back to the passenger side, he noticed my bright red toenails and said so. I was impressed. He went on to say that I normally don't paint my nails such a bold colour. He is right. I tend to go with softer colours, or darker ones, such as midnight blue and purple.

He notices little things about me. I love how attentive he is. It's nice to be with an observant guy.

K is for The Kebob

Hey, my post for the letter f has made it on Chross' regular Spankings of the Week post! I am truly flattered. Thanks!

As this challenge progresses, I find it more difficult to come up with topics to write about. It's call a challenge for a reason!

From the title of my post, perhaps you're thinking that I intentionally had a clever double entendre or sexual innuendo of some sort in mind. Nope. Not at all. I am going to talk about kebobs.

What is The Kebob? It is a restaurant that my guy and I drove by just before we started dating. We were in his car, along with another colleague. We were trying to find a place to have lunch.

Our colleague didn't pay attention to it. My guy and I had the same thought when we first saw the restaurant sign:

"We should go to this restaurant to get only one kebob," I said.
"Yes, you only get a maximum of one kebob at The Kebob. Order more than one, and you're escorted out the door... the only door."

Perhaps that was a sign that we were meant to be together. We are nerdy when it comes to quantities. We also have strange senses of humour, but we get each other and how wacky our thoughts can get.

J is for Jill of all trades

I have been pondering what topic I could possibly write about that starts with the letter j. I actually had to find j words in the dictionary for inspiration!

I like Jello. It's one of those desserts that can have no calories. Putting coloured gelatin in fun moulds is a lot of fun. Jello jiggles, which makes me giggle.

Then, there Jif, the peanut butter that you can only get in the United States. I grew up watching commercials for the product on TV, but it wasn't and isn't available in Canada. Instead, Kraft peanut butter is the most popular brand here.

As a kid, I was fascinated by Jiffy Pop, the popcorn that you pop over a stove burner. I begged my mom to get me one. We did. It was a lot of fun. I haven't seen too many of them for years.

Instead, I am going to write about the phrase, Jack of all trades. My guy fits this definition. He has many skills. The difference is that he does practically everything well.

I first noticed how quickly he picks up new skills when we first started dating. When he spanked me for the first time, it felt like he had done it before. He told me afterwards that he had watched a spanking movie, just to make sure that he got the basics down pat. He sure did and he has honed this fine skill!

A few months later, I taught my guy how to use chopsticks. He is a pro at it. I also got him to say my name in Cantonese. He still remembers it.

People have told me that this saying applies to me, except I am more of a Jill of all trades. My colleagues marvel at the fact that I am pretty versed with our software product, which is highly technical. Our product makes sense if you have a background in programming, which I am fortunate to have, but don't claim to be an expert. I am different because most technical writers are not that technical. They tend to have an Arts degree in English, for instance.

I am far from knocking an Arts degree. Studies have shown that folks with an Arts degree are well-rounded individuals. I believe it. I am an artsy person. I listen to music all the time. I grew up playing various musical instruments and singing in the choir. I love attending concerts, ballets, plays, and musicals. I could go on and on.

I tend to be a quick learner. I have to, as there are more software features that require documentation than I can keep up with.

It's helpful to constantly want to learn. I can't drive a standard car, but I want to. My guy can, but wants to teach me with a rental car. His own car is an automatic, as is mine.

My guy wants to learn how to upholster various pieces of furniture. He tells me all the time that he learns a lot from me. The feeling is mutual. Wanting to learn also makes you curious and interested in people, places, and things.

We are Jack and Jill. Maybe that's one reason why we get along so well.

I is for indoors working extra work hours on a beautiful Saturday at the office, but not too busy to share a story about crossing paths

I must admit that it is a challenge to think of a topic that starts with the letter i. For the past couple of weekends, the weather has been warm and sunny, on the whole. It feels like early summer.

The sad thing is that I have been working on the weekends, due to crazy deadlines at work. So, I spend most of my time indoors, in front of my laptop, writing away.

I had originally written this post for the letter b, to represent busy. I decided to save it, so it has become what I am doing right now. I am indoors, posting this blog post!

My guy returned from his trip last Wednesday. This conversation that I am about to post took place last Saturday. I was at work, putting in extra hours, and he called. It made being the only person at work seem much more bearable.

Last Saturday, it was a beautiful, sunny day in Toronto. It was 22°C and I was stuck indoors. I am still deficient in vitamin D.

At the office, I sit by the window. Last Saturday, I still got to see the sun for a bit. The air conditioning was effective. I wasn't interrupted my other writers asking me question after question like I normally get. I don't mind that, but not when we are all trying to meet a deadline or two. I could hear myself think. I was a pleasant change.

My guy pinged me on Skype at around 18:00. As always, I enjoy talking to him. He was in a chatty mood. I love hearing what he has to say.

He told me that he had visited a museum in Zagreb on Saturday. It was a unique one in which folks talks about stories pertaining to the artifacts on display. One was a stiletto shoe.

My guy was explaining that two childhood sweethearts had loved each other since they were ten years old. They dated throughout high school, but then broke up.

Twenty years or so later, the girl moved to Amsterdam and worked as a dominatrix in the red light district. A man came in and wanted to be dominated. She told him to lick her stiletto. He didn't hesitate and did so.

It took her some time, but she recognized who he was. It was indeed her childhood sweetheart. They started to talk. He explained to her that he had always been submissive, as his dad used to beat him as a child. He was now married with a couple of children. Yet, he needed an outlet to explore his submissive side.

They never saw each other after that night. She gave one of her stilettos to this museum. The other one, she kept as a cherished souvenir.

I like that story. I need to visit that museum. It sounds so different and intriguing to me.

H is for hot dog

This challenge is for 26 days, as each day starts with a letter from the alphabet. So, with June having 30 days, I could either blog six days a week, or just trying to get through each day with the next letter of the alphabet. I seem to be doing the latter. We'll see if I can continue this trend!

I talk about my love for eating a hot dog now and again. Last week, I went to South St. Burger Company and ordered one. My guy called me while I was indulging. I am probably one of the few p people who love a leafy lettuce leaf in my hot dog bun. We then talked on Skype and I told him about it.

My guy vows never to get me a hot dog. He is right that a hot dog isn't exactly the healthiest food you can choose, but he is bending a bit these days. This compromise consists of my buying a hot dog and eating it occasionally.

Our hot dog debate started when we were both in St. Louis. My guy loves Costco. It is his favourite store. We went there to shop. My guy is boyish in that when he is hungry, he must eat something or else he will be a grumpy guy. He may start whining. It wouldn't be a pleasant experience. So, we ate there.

He is a gentleman in that he will always pay for my meal whenever we are out. He doesn't have to. He wants to. At Costco, it was the same routine, except that he wouldn't let me order a hot dog.

Since then, I always bring up the suggestion of going out to get a hot dog. I like to see my guy roll his eyes and tell me that it will never happen. I will playfully pout and whine.

One conversation that I never wrote about went something like the following several months ago:

"You're mean. You should let me order whatever I want to eat at Costco, including a hot dog."
"Hot dogs are not healthy," he reasoned. "They have tons of chemicals that I don't want in your body."
"True, but they are yummy to have now and again," I insisted. "You want me to be happy, right?"
"Well, you have a larger hot dog that you can eat," he said, making his segue into being naughty. "My hot dog is reusable and healthy. You can also put all the condom-ents on that you want."

He's punny that way.

G is for genius

When you spend a lot of time with someone, sometimes you end up using some of their mannerisms or word choices. I have done just that as of late.

I am a writer by trade. My guy likes to make up words. I have ended up using a number of his "fine" examples, although I do cringe now and again after doing so!

I tend to be the one who gives people nicknames. He has started to do the same, too.

We both work for a software company. We obviously work with a lot of software developers. My guy and I have studied computer science, with my guy ending up doing far more research than I have done in this field. He initially got hired at our company as a software developer, but moved into a different role and likes it much better.

My guy calls software developers geniuses. He is being sarcastic. There are certain developers who are anti-social and are difficult to deal with, because their time seems to be too precious to be bothered talking to you. This experience has generally been the case for my guy.

I have the opposite issue. I get along with the majority of these developers. I require their help to understand and complete my documentation.

I do understand that there are a few bad apples out there. As of late, I have had to deal with one developer who was on her high horse and was badgering me three times through e-mail about documenting her important features. She did not understand what I meant by "I will let you know when I have finished work on your feature." I managed to put her in her place by copying my manager in my response. She tried to pull some sort of power move by getting the project manager into the mix and trying to patch things up, when it was clear that she looked like an idiot. I replied by saying that my stance for the third time was the same -- I would let her know when I'm done writing the piece because our team is frankly swamped these days.

Anyway, this week has been no exception. The powers that be at our company decided to merge two products into one super product. As a result, the documentation for these two products needs to be combined in a week. There is a lot of work to do on top of the craziness that we have going on.

My boss came over to talk to me about this dilemma.

"Who was the genius who decided to merge these two products together, without giving much thought about the consequences under such short notice?" I asked him.
"A manager who is out of town."
"Figures," I said. "As if we don't have enough work to do already."

After I had used genius, I realized that I sound just like my guy. Who knew that this day would come?!