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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's funny.

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

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

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

Slapping, orgasmic time in the treehouse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He went on to slap my face again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My guy is home - let the passion begin!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then moved to decompressing some work-related files.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He came over to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn't agree more.

Phone sex on Skype and black panties

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spanking meme - my answers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Birthday spankings throughout the day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a good birthday.

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

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

Pre-birthday festivities begin with pinches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Banter, compliments, birthday planning, and the treehouse

My guy and I had a new set of conversations today, all filled with sexual innuendos. Although he has never told me that he appreciates that I can keep up with him on this front and can dish out some of my own, I could tell that he was enjoying the banter today.

A colleague has asked me what a three-legged race was. It was a part of the activities list for the upcoming company picnic. I explained that you have a partner, you each put a leg next to each other and you tie them up. So, you have three legs between the two people. The objective is to walk as quickly as possible together from the starting line to the finish line.

My guy couldn't help but chime in.

"Being tied up like that isn't bad," he said sheepishly.
"That's too much information," I said, playing the I'm-shocked-but-not-really card.
"What?" he looked up at me as I was standing in my cubicle, looking at him.
"You just want to either be close to your loved one or you're weighing her down like an anchor," I joked.

I recall making a joke about his personal three-legged race, which got my guy to laugh hysterically. Later in the day, he made the same reference, which meant that he had liked my original joke.

He does say sweet things to me. He often refers to me as his angel. Today, he told me that I looked good.

"I am here all week," he confided. He tends to work from home twice a week, similar to my setup. "Will I see you on Wednesday?"
"Yes," I said. "Friday, too."
"I hope that I can squeeze in some time to meet in the treehouse," he stated, which indicated to me that he had missed me over the weekend.
"I would like that," I replied.

Our boss came over to tell my guy that he had got our boss in trouble. My guy hadn't filled out his timesheet for months until now. Our boss got in trouble by the timesheet manager for not following up. Anyway, when our boss had walked away, my guy and I continued to talk.

"See, I seem to get other people in trouble," my guy admitted.
"I know. What are we going to do with you?" I asked him rhetorically.
"The key question is what are you going to do to me?" he said with a huge grin on his face.
"Just wait and see," I hinted.

Speaking of hinting, my guy teased me some more.

"You're off on vacation next week on your birthday," he said, in a thoughtful state of mind.
"Am I going to get spanked?" I asked him, like an excited little girl.
"Of course," he replied calmly.
"Maybe the festivities can start a little early," I hinted.
"They can," he pondered.

He still hasn't told me what my birthday spanking will consist of. However, it makes me happy anticipating getting a sound spanking from him.

We left work together. We talked about our rollerbag computer bags. I just replaced my twelve-year-old one with a purple one. He liked mine. He needs a new one.

We got into an empty elevator. I pressed the ground floor button. The doors closed. He came up to me and held my arm. Our lips locked. We kissed as the elevator continued its descent. I caressed his head as we passionately kissed. It was wonderful. We finally unpuckered. He took a small staggered step back. It was quite the kiss.

We ended on this parting note.

"I can't wait to get you back into the treehouse," he said.
"I can't wait to revisit it."

I am due for a spanking. I have a feeling that he is planning a pre-birthday spanking. I welcome it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pet names for private parts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Passionate kissing, fingering, and jerking off on a Friday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We talked for quite a bit.

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

He is sweet and thoughtful.

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

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

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

Why I love sucking cock - the challenge!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ear infection and wanting to be spanked in an elevator

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Courtesy: Top Yaps

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at my face.

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

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

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

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

My guy's birthday spanking = my birthday spanking

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

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


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