Arriving in Stockholm, checking in to a hotel for a paddling and a blowjob

We arrived at Stockholm airport just before midnight. Going through customs was incredibly easy and the woman there was friendly, welcoming me to Sweden and Europe for the first time.

My guy is an absolute gentleman. He fetched my suitcase from the carousel. The sad part was that he had asked the car rental place to wait for him to arrive. Sadly, it closes at 23:30 on Sundays. By the time we had received an answer as to whether the rental place was open, it was 01:00. Rather than spending $100 one-way to fetch a cab to get us to our hotel, we stayed at one of the airport hotels.

I am glad that we did. We were both tired, but not completely tired. We both needed a shower.

"Let's shower together," my guy said, kissing me tenderly.
"I don't know," I said, a bit tired and knowing that showering together would make an even longer night.

We hugged and kissed. He playfully spanked my backside. As expected, he took off all my clothing. He noted that my panties were wet. I told him that it was all his fault. He took off his clothes, too. He then took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

The shower had translucent walls. We stood under the shower head. I lathered my hair and started to wash it. He then took some shower gel and lathered me up. I did the same to him, starting with his chest and working my hands around him. We kissed and hugged while showering.

His hands moved to my pussy and started fingering me. He loved the access. At one point, he ended up fingering both my pussy and butt. I have never reached orgasm in a shower before. It was wonderful. I felt so relaxed afterwards. We continued to shower and rinse off.

My guy got out of the shower first and wrapped a clean white towel around me. He then got one for him and we both got out of the shower.

After I had towel-dried my hair, my guy was hungry. It is incredible how predictable he is. He needs food every four hours, it seems. If he goes to bed on an empty stomach, he does not sleep well.

He ordered lasagne. I asked for a Coke Light (I learned that it's diet Coke, but not to order it by that name). Half an hour later, he was happy eating his lasagne and insisted that I have a bite of it. It was yummy.

Once we were done with eating, even though it was closer to 03:00, my guy wanted to spank me. He had asked me a couple of days ago to bring my toys with me. I didn't fail in that department. I handed him my fuzzy purple paddle.

He unravelled my white towel from my body. My naked body went over his lap. He gave me a few smacks with the leather side of the paddle.

"You have been rebellious as of late," he said, rubbing the fuzzy side of the paddle against my bare bottom.
"No, I haven't," I protested. "I am a good girl."
"You really think so?" he asked me, still toying with the fuzzy purple side of the paddle against my skin.
"Yes," I said.

He landed a number of smacks with the leather side. I was so aroused by his teasing me with making circles on my backside with the fuzzy side, thinking that he'd spank me lightly. However, he would end up changing his mind and smacking my backside hard with the leather side. This playfulness continued for at least five minutes.

"Your butt is getting red," he said.
"It's all your fault," I playfully whined. "You're a big meanie!"
"Calling me names isn't helping your situation," he said.

He was right. More hard paddling ensued. He finally stopped when I offered to give him a blowjob.

I have never nuzzled his cock after he has showered. It was nice to do just that freely against my guy's bare skin. Normally, I tend to nuzzle his erect penis when it is either in his pants or briefs. I loved how it felt against my cheek.

A while back, I had purchased a feather duster. I brought this fun toy with me, and dusted his balls and cock with it. I loved using it. My guy loved how soft the feathers were.

I had brought my tube of Good Head strawberry oral gel. I applied a bit of it on the tip of my guy's penis. It reacted positively! I put some more down his hard cock and spread the gel evenly with my finger. My guy loved it. I then began to lick the tip and then the rest of his cock as if it were a yummy popsicle on a hot day. My guy commented that my tongue was driving him crazy. My guy came. He came a lot.

We cleaned up. We hugged and kissed. We then went to bed, setting our alarm clock for 10:00.

It was certainly a long day. It did end on many high notes.

Taking flight

My guy and I had booked our flight to Stockholm two Thursdays ago. We were flying out the following Friday, right after work.

He travels a lot, so he gets airline perks. It's nice to ride on his coattails. At the airport, we checked in quickly and headed into the Maple Leaf lounge. We ate and drank. I loved the white chocolate macadamia cookie. While seated across from each other, he took several pictures of me.

We had two flight segments. The longer one was a problem in that we were not seated next to each other. The check-in counter woman was not having a good day. She started addressing us by asking, "What's your question?" Wow. Sure enough, she did not attempt to find seats next to each other, regardless of whether they were available.

My guy is quite the negotiator. He got a woman to switch seats with him. I was so relieved. I was sitting next to a man who was wearing a yellow sweater and green pants. He had a female friend sitting a couple of rows behind us, to our right. She kept on coming over to visit him. I got annoyed hearing her say, "Here's your snack," and handing him cookies every few minutes.

It was great sitting next to my guy. We kissed. We held hands. We watched a movie together. We ate dinner together and chatted.

Afterwards, we pulled our blue blankets over us. My guy unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. His hand guided mine around his erect penis, which he had skillfully taken out of his briefs. He was horny as all can be.

He played with my crotch for a while. He then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and fingered me. It is difficult to keep quiet as I am reaching orgasm. I managed to keep a low profile on the whole, except for my breathing. I came and rested my head against my guy's chest. He kissed my forehead, as always.

My guy wasn't done yet. He managed to get his hand under my backside and was at it again, making me reach orgasm. I looked like I was humping him in my seat. An older woman was sitting next to me. My guy told me later that she had glanced over at me, gave me a weird look, and then went to sleep. See, he causes trouble!

I was relaxed afterwards. We still had to make my guy happy, too. So, while we are doing all of these fine activities under blue blankets, I wrapped my fingers around my guy's hard penis and started giving him a handjob. We were French kissing while I was jerking him off. He was truly enjoying himself. He came, to the point where we both noticed that his jeans had semen on them after the fact. Oops!

Luckily, we used his blanket to wipe up. I had an extra blanket, which I used to tuck him to sleep. Everything worked out well.

We both slept for a bit after that. It's amazing what activities you can engage in on a plane.

Back from vacation and not loving his goatee

Hello, everyone! I am sorry that I haven't written much as of late. I decided to do a last-minute trip with my guy to Stockholm. He was there for business and I was there on vacation. After work, it was all pleasure for both of us!

My vacation was great. I have a ton to write about, including a number of spankings that I had received.

As promised in my last post, I was going to indicate why I was sad during what was a delightful treehouse session.

My guy decided to grow a goatee. I had forgotten that my face is sensitive to stubble, especially when it rubs against my face when I am kissing a stubbly guy. Indeed, my face got irritated. A day later, I had a couple of pimples around my lips and above my chin. My face is also oily, so any disturbance causes my pores to clog up.

Anyway, what was unexpected was when my guy said that he would be keeping his goatee for a bit. I said that treehouse time would likely cease. He didn't quite get it at first, until I told him that my face can't handle stubble that feels like sandpaper.

My reaction was equally as unexpected. I started to cry. I am sure that my guy thought that I was overreacting, but he realized a couple of days later that I was not making up the fact that my face breaks out when it is irritated. I was so upset that he caved and said that he would only grow a goatee when he was travelling on his own. It was kind of him.

While we were in Stockholm, he was clean-shaven, which I appreciated. Perhaps my frustration that day was wanting to kiss him so badly, but that it hurt to do what I loved doing. It was an unnecessary obstacle for me. When he told me that he wanted to keep his goatee, I just lost it.

Anyway, all is well. More spankings posts are coming. Stay tuned.

A goatee and one long, hard spanking

Just before I was about to have my lunch, my guy (MG) started a conversation with me on Skype:

MG: So are you bringing in your trusted ruler today?
Me: It's always in my car to resolve pressing matters. Is today such a day?
MG: I guess you had it coming for so long. Time to own up to your actions as a bad girl.
Me: But, I'm always a good girl. (showing a wasn't-me emoticon)
MG: Not where I'm standing!
MG: And you know what happens to bad girls...
Me: I suppose that I will find out later today, huh?
MG: Oh yeah. You'll find about the painful truth.
Me: =)
MG: ;) 

He's good at setting up the scenario. He told me that he looked forward to seeing me in the office. The feeling was mutual.

Oddly, our work area is a bit crazy these days. It can be quiet for half an hour, and then you hear this mad scramble of folks talking to one another. 

My guy was not a happy camper with this weird chattering cycle. He couldn't wait to leave, but he had come into the office late. So, we both left work at around 18:00. I left a good ten minutes before he did. I waited at our usual spot for him.

He got out of his car and looked into my car. He calls me gadget girl now and again, because I have gadgets for my various electronic devices like my iPod and cell phone and enjoys teasing me. He then asked if I had brought my ruler. I grabbed it from my car's glove compartment and stepped out of my car.

We hopped into the backseat of my guy's car. My guy was growing a goatee. It has been a while since I have kissed a man with one. I don't do well under such conditions. My skin is incredibly sensitive. I did like touching it.

We kissed. Sure enough, my face didn't like his goatee. I was getting goatee-burn on my upper lip. He was laughing at me.

"I don't think we'll have too many treehouse meetings if you keep it," I said, partly joking, but I was also serious.
"You won't be with me because of one body part? There are other parts, you know."
"It hurts to kiss you now," I pouted.
"So, you think you have a say in whether I keep my goatee?" he asked me.
"Yes," I said.
"Well, we'll see about that," he said, taking the ruler from me.

We kissed some more. My upper lip was getting irritated. My guy stopped and unbuttoned my sweater that he had bought for me. He wondered whether his goatee would irritate my nipple. He was sucking each nipple, which was incredibly relaxing. He flicked them. He loved caressing them.

He asked that I nuzzle his cock, which was clearly hard under his slacks. It was nice to gently rub my left cheek against his crotch. He started scolding me by slapping the ruler over my grey pants. It felt good as I continued to nuzzle him.

My guy was tugging at my pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I had a pair of black lace panties on. I signalled my guy to sit in the middle of the backseat. I then obediently went over his lap. He pinched each cheek. He then pulled my panties down.

He primarily used the wooden ruler on my backside, occasionally swatting me with his bare hand. My spanking lasted for quite some time.

"Do you still think that you have a say?" he asked me, spanking me with the ruler after saying each word.
"Yes, because it's not enjoyable to kiss a hedgehog," I said.
"You really think so?" he questioned my response.
"Yes," I said defiantly.
"You're so stubborn," he said, and continued spanking me hard with the ruler. I loved it.

He actually spanked me while slapping each cheek with eenie-meenie-miney-mo. We both burst out in laughter. It was cute. I love when he's playful.

My guy, at one stage, said that my bare bottom was red. He fingered me and asked if I wanted his finger in my pussy. I said yes, but he was teasing me by saying no. Instead, he spanked me some more. I loved every moment.

He remarked again that my butt was red. He pulled up my panties and loved how he could see the redness through my black lacy panties. He finally let me reach orgasm. It was intense and wonderful. I hugged him tightly afterwards, as I normally do, but even more so after this spanking.

Needless to say, he was working on me today and eventually made me reach orgasm a couple of times more before I became dopey, which he finds cute. At one point, I was doing impressions of Ernie and Bert. Don't ask.

I will write about the not-so-happy moment that had occurred in the treehouse in my next post. We ended our evening by talking, hugging, holding hands, and cuddling. He couldn't help but to caress my right breast. He then had to stop. He knew that once he starts, he won't be able to stop.

It's nice to be wanted. It's equally as nice to be loved and spanked.

A sound spanking and a flash drive joke

It's nice to write a brief post, saying how sore it is to be seated. I got my much anticipated spanking on Monday evening. It was great. My bottom is smarting.

I cried after the spanking, but it wasn't because I was sore. It was unexpected.

I will need to expand on both topics soon. I promise!

Before I hit the sack, I will share one little humourous tidbit. My guy was telling me that his work laptop was running out of disk space.

"I don't know why that is," he explained. "I don't know what is hogging up all my disk space."
"Maybe your extensive porn collection is taking up gigabytes of space," I said, being my cheeky self.
"No," he exclaimed. "I have them all on a flash drive."
"How fitting," I said. "Your fine collection is on a flash drive. When in doubt, whip it out."

My guy and I laughed for a bit.

Excited all day over an opening salutation

I realize that my posts are not in sequential order as of late. I will link the new ones with my older posts once I actually compose the new ones!

My guy wrote to me on Sunday morning. We tend to give each other nicknames in our opening salutation. These nicknames don't normally stick. It's just our way of showing affection to each other.

Well, I wasn't expecting him to start off by writing, "Hey, longing for punishment girl," but he did. Ever since I read that line, I have been wet and happy.

Needless to say, it is a huge turn-on for me. The anticipation of knowing that I will be over his knee for a sound spanking on Monday makes me horny. He knows which buttons to push. I have not been this excited with a spanking warning for quite some time.

On Friday, he called me sweetness, which is one of his usual nicknames for me.

"I love when you call me sweetness," I said. He proceeded to kiss me on my lips.
"See, sweetness," he said with a huge grin on his face.
"Is that your experiment to prove your hypothesis?" I asked him.
"Yes. I kissed you, and your kiss was sweet. Therefore, you are sweetness."

He's funny and cute.

Let's go for lunch... now!

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Friday: the beginning and end

I am behind (no pun intended) in my blog posts this week. I do have the urge to write a few things down at this hour.

Before I left for lunch, I asked my guy online if it was okay for me to crash his meeting this afternoon. He said that there was a spot for me in the training room.

Well, I got to the room and it was practically a full house. My guy introduced me as the writer, joking that any complaints about our documentation should go to me.

You can tell that my guy and I have chemistry, as we feed off each other when it comes to humour. I indicated that didn't like the sounds of that statement and threatened to leave the room. Everyone laughed at our banter.

It was a fun, informative session. We basically were like a comedic team. I even got to shake the hands of several new employees there.

We both had a meeting at 16:30. We left the training room and headed to the elevators. We had an entire elevator to ourselves.

It has been ages since we have been in this scenario. We kissed passionately. I enjoyed caressing my guy's head in my hand. My guy was caressing my right breast.

We got to our meeting. We sat facing each other. At one point, my guy sneaked in a wink, which was cute. He did motion as I was about to leave work that he wanted treehouse time. I was game. He winked at me again.

A future post will talk about our treehouse experience. At the end of our time together, we had this conversation while my guy was groping my left buttock.

"I need to punish you more," he said. "We have been so focused on other things that I have not been punishing you as often as I should."
"That's because I have been good," I said in a matter-of-fact way.
"Noooo!" he objected. "You are always bad."
"That's not true," I said in a girlie tone.
"Next week, I will spank you hard. But, you'll be wearing pants and not a skirt like today."
"But, I want to wear a skirt. We're in a heatwave and you have easier access to my backside. That's what you have taught me," I reasoned with him.
"When I see your legs, I get horny," he admitted.
"There's nothing wrong with that," I teased. "You can spank me for disobeying your clothing request."

He liked that. I politely asked him to stop talking about spanking me. I admitted to him that I was getting turned on, but was perfectly content after having our quality time. Our next meeting is on Monday. 

A sick, sweet message

My guy tends to get sick after returning from India these days. Perhaps it's the stale air being circulated on the plane, which had cold germs that he managed to catch. Last week, he basically went to work for two days and stayed home sick for three.

We seem to grow closer when we are apart. It sounds illogical and ridiculous. Maybe we're just growing closer as the days go by. While he was recovering, we continued to send e-mails to each other.

I could tell that he was missing me on the weekend. He wrote the sweetest message that I have received from him to date. I won't post the entire message here, but he tends to not an expressive guy from a writing standpoint. However, he is slowly warming up to it.

Highlights from his e-mail include these fine points:

• He called me his "hot girl (in more than one way)." He has told me that I am hot, but it has been when he was first trying to get me to notice him and when we have quality time.
• He expressed sadness that he won't be travelling to Hong Kong, as our company has now established a branch there. He was okay with it, though. He said, "I'm glad I have my own sexy Asian girl at home!" 
• He ended his message with the closing salutation, "Guy who is looking forward to seeing beautiful you on Monday!"

Although these points may not seem ground-breaking to most, they are to me.  He used to be a guy who would end his e-mail messages with a simple cheers. As of late, when we are being intimate, he will say that he loves me repeatedly, as if it were a mantra to calm him down, which he never used to do.

I like when he playfully threatens to spank me, either hearing him say that to me or reading it in a message. He didn't do that in this message, but when he does, I get aroused instantly.

More about what had transpired on Monday in my next post!

The date - Part 2

My guy had purchased a set of four tires with rims before he left for India. The four tires occupied the back of his car for quite some time. Today, they were gone.

Being the true gentleman that he is, he had brought a beach towel from home. He covered the backseat with it. He then had to recall who got into the treehouse first. Yes, it has been that long. I had to remember how I used to get in there wearing a short skirt.

Once we were seated comfortably, we held hands. He looked down at mine and admired the nail polish that I had applied the day before. He liked what he was seeing.

He couldn't help but to touch my bare leg. He rubbed my left leg up and down for a bit.  He immediately unbuttoned my shirt and told me that he loved my black bra underneath.

We kissed, as we normally do. We French kissed. I probably rushed things a bit. I was already tracing his lips with my tongue, which we both love. He told me that it was driving him mad.

He wanted to rub his bare legs against mine. His trousers and briefs came down. Our legs were intertwined as we kissed.

My guy moved his hand up my thigh. His fingers were between my legs. He proceeded to finger me, admiring my lacy black panties that I was wearing. I reached orgasm moments later. It was intense, likely because it has been a while since we were together.

His cock was hard, to the point where it was pointing at me, almost telling me to provide some sort of relief. I wrapped my hand around it and gave my guy a handjob. We kissed as I did so. He came up for air and told me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him, too.

He asked that he come on my leg. I told him to. He did. My leg was covered with his semen. It made us both content. We were both dopey.

We cleaned up and then hugged for several minutes. Eventually, he woke up and wanted to finger my butt. He had this mischievous smile on his face. My guy is boyish that way. I told him that I needed a moment.

We continued to rest in each other's arms. My guy's right hand rested on my backside. It doesn't take much for me to get wet when he does that. He lightly patted my buttocks. The smacks became harder. I was getting so turned on that I went over his lap automatically. I have craved to be spanked for what seemed to be ages. It was finally happening.

With a sore backside, my guy fingered by butt. I came yet again moments later. I couldn't stop smiling, although I was extremely dopey. He kissed me sweetly on my forehead. I snuggled up more to his chest.

Welcome back.

The date - part 1

On Monday, I drove to our regular Chinese restaurant. I had suggested that we have a date night, to get reacquainted with each other and catch up. It had been over two weeks since we had last seen each other. Coincidentally, I had introduced him to this restaurant and he has loved every item on the menu ever since.

It was a gorgeous day. It felt like summer. I wore a grey short-sleeved shirt. It was a low-cut shirt to begin with, but it had a couple of buttons that you can undo. I know that my guy likes easy access, so I was being accommodating.

I had taken a picture of a new pair of sandals that I was wearing the other day and sent it as an attachment in an e-mail. He liked them and wondered what they would look like paired with a skirt. I wore a navy blue skirt with them. I felt feminine and girlie.

I waited for my guy to arrive at the restaurant. I didn't see his car in the parking lot, so I waited in my car. My car's windows were three-quarters down on either side. I was checking my e-mail.

Moments later, my guy walked up next to me. I said hi and asked how he was doing.

He has a romantic side to him. He poked his head through the window and kissed me on the lips. It was a long, passionate kiss. My head moved back and touched the headrest. My right hand cradled my guy's head automatically. It was a nice kiss.

My guy has a boyish tendency about him. He reached into the car and moved his hand under my skirt, caressing my bare thigh. He also took a peek under my shirt. He remarked that I was wearing a black bra, which he approved of.

I rolled up my car's windows and got out of the car. He immediately groped my left buttock. I felt like melting. I have missed his touch.

We got into the restaurant and sat down. My guy sat next to me. As soon as the server had left, he couldn't help but to squeeze and caress my bare thigh. At one point, he was playing with my crotch.

I reciprocated when my guy moved my hand to his crotch. His cock was hard as all can be. I played with it for a bit. My guy actually had to tell me to stop, as he didn't want to ejaculate in the restaurant!

We talked and ate. He ordered hot and sour soup. I ordered won ton noodle soup. I couldn't eat it all, so I had my guy eat whatever noodles and won tons were left over. It was a light dinner, but it worked out well for both of us.

He groped my buttock again. I moved my left hand up and down his back. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to hug me badly.

When we had finished eating and chatting up a storm, we headed to the counter where my guy graciously paid for dinner. He played with my crotch again, rubbing it with his finger. I was so turned on.

We headed out to the parking lot and drove to our local treehouse location.

Part two is coming soon!

Date night is here

It's confirmed. My guy and I have a dinner date tomorrow night, after his workday is over. It sounds odd that he is one of the few folks from our office who is working on holiday Monday.

I am glad that I had suggested going out for dinner for these reasons:

• We both can't wait to see each other
• It's the least that I can do to try and make his Monday seem better
• I need to make sure that he's not too jet-lagged, so that he can drive himself home
• We need some quality time

I am not sure whether I have mentioned the following tidbit of information in the past. Our workplace is equidistant from where we both live. It is roughly an hour for both of us to commute to work. So, the handful of times where he has driven over to my place is quite the journey. Instead, we often have our date nights close to work, including quality time in the backseat. I do like this photo, which would be us if we were in a limousine.

It sounds weird. There are moments where I wish that we would just move in together and live close to work. However, things have worked out well so far. We are not in any rush to make changes, especially since my guy is on the road a lot these days.

My guy teases me about my love for shopping at GAP. Well, I went there often last year when I had lost sixty pounds and needed a brand new wardrobe.  My guy told me that he'd never shop there.

Never say never. He told me today that he bought some socks from the store. I was shocked. I thought that this long weekend may be our last one. An apocalypse must be around the corner. He laughed.

We can't wait to see each other. I suppose that I should enjoy being able to sit comfortably until tomorrow night!

Homecoming, spanking, and nuzzling

My guy is finally back home from his business trip. He wrote to me between his second and last flight segments yeterday.

Although he had been travelling for 24 hours before writing to me and was likely tired, he still managed to write a thoughtful, lengthy e-mail. He was his usual sweet self.

We were talking about Netflix. My guy had suggested that I give the service a try months ago. I seemed like the last person anywhere who had yet to try it out. I did. We discussed about the movies and documentaries that I have been watching as of late, and the shows that my guy recommends that I watch.

We talked about Drop Dead Diva. I told him that it would be a safe bet to say that I am like Teri, the assistant to the main character, Jane, who is a lawyer who has "inherited" someone else's heart and soul. Teri is played by Margaret Cho. She had bangs like I do. I just look like a supersized Asian in comparison, as far as height and size go.

One of my favourite sentences from my guy's e-mail was the following:

You know I have something for cute Chinese girls with well-groomed nails, a cute smile, and great legs (among other qualities). 

Yes, I do know. He's good at reinforcing what he loves about me. It's also his way of saying that he misses me. The feeling is mutual.

It seems like ages since we have been together. My guy has to work on Monday, which is Victoria Day in Canada and a statutory holiday. Hopefully, he isn't too jet-lagged, but I asked him whether he'd be up for dinner and conversation after work that day. Right now, he is fast asleep, which is good. If he were still in India, he'd be wide awake.

It just dawned on me that it has been two weeks since I received a lopsided spanking from my guy. I crave a regular spanking. By regular, I mean over his knee, spanked hard on both cheeks with either his hand or a paddle, and with my bare bottom exposed.

As for my guy, he misses caressing my backside. He also has been thinking about my nuzzling his hard cock. I have been doing the same, too.

The e-mails continue to strengthen our friendship and our relationship. However, being apart makes us long to be physically together. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but this absence can be emotionally painful.

Anyway, I am glad that this pain will be going away soon and a sore backside will replace this pain with another type.

Ice bank mice elf

Say the following out loud and it will make more sense:

I must admit that I had to say it a few times to get it. Yes, my synapses didn't exactly fire as well as they could have.

It's a fascinating subject to discuss. Self-spankings. Have I ever given myself a spanking?

I don't recall writing about this topic at length. The quick answer is yes.

I have always been turned on by getting a birthday spanking. I would see my friends lovingly getting their birthday smacks when we were in grade school. Unfortunately, my birthday is in July, when school is out. So, I didn't have that luxury.

My parents never spanked me. I am also an only child. I am a goody-goody. So, I did spank myself -- specifically, giving myself birthday swats.

First, they were across my jeans or pants. If I were at home, on my bed, my pants would come off and I'd spank myself with my bare had across my panties.

I would estimate that I must have been ten or eleven years of age when I gave myself a bare-bottomed spanking. Everything was with my open hand. I would be either on my knees, with my butt in the air, spanking myself, or I'd be on my side, swatting each buttock.

I then got into using implements. They were items that I had as a child. I had tennis and badminton rackets. I used a plastic hockey stick. I recall using a blue plastic shovel that had a flat back. I also like slapping my backside with a wooden ruler, which I still have to this day and love it. They were all special in making my backside turn pink.

Of course, trying to keep the noise down was key. When I was in grade seven or eight, it would be easier to spank myself when my parents were at work. However, if they were at home, I figured that I could still get some soreness by pinching my backside a bunch of times, and then lightly spanking myself either across my panties or extremely lightly over my bare bottom.

All this reminiscing is bringing back great memories.

Do I like self-spankings now? I don't know. I can't answer that because I haven't given myself one for the longest time. I probably prefer to be spanked by someone else, simply because that has been the case for a while.

With self-spankings, you know when each smack is going to land. When my guy spanks me, I have no idea how hard, fast, or which buttock will be smacked. I like that uncertainty. It keeps me guessing. It adds to the excitement.

I suppose that my keeping quiet when I am spanked these days stems from my childhood of not making a ton of noise during a self-spanking. This experience may also be the reason why I am relatively quiet when I reach orgasm in the sense that I am not yelling out to the world that it's happening. You do hear moans and groans, but I am not waking up the neighbours.

When I am spanked these days, I could care less how loud my spanking is. Funny how things change when you're older.

Hey, a (Skype) connection!

Mondays are typically blah for me. After an enjoyable weekend, it takes me longer to get back into the groove and do work. This Monday was no exception -- or so I thought.

My guy's last e-mail indicated that the hotel room that the clients had booked for him was in horrible condition. My guy didn't even unpack his belongings. Instead, he connected his laptop to the Internet, did a bit of research, and checked in to a different hotel room. This client wasn't willing to pay for a liveable room for him, opting to try and reduce its costs. My guy would have none of that nonsense.

Anyway, my guy logged on to Skype. I couldn't believe that we were online. He knows me too well and knew that I would be in disbelief.

I was planning to head over to the office this afternoon. However, with our manager being away for a couple of weeks and my not hearing my guy's voice in over a week, I opted to stay at home and chat with him. It was so good to hear his voice again.

I heard my guy vent about how cheap this client was and how crappy the hotel room was. I don't understand the mentality that some folks have. The savings was not huge at all.

We talked about my ongoing issue with the rubbery smell that continues to stink up a room that my dildo is in. My guy felt bad that his gift to me smells bad and that the smell continues to linger. He calls my project a de-smellification one. A blog posting that I had found indicates that this smell will never go away. It's sad because it's a realistic dong and it's a gift from my guy from Amsterdam. My hands smell like rubber after holding it.

It's still my time of the month, so we focused on getting my guy to ejaculate today. It worked when he visualized my freshly manicured fingers wrapped around his hard cock as I jerked him off. He was so dopey afterwards. It was nice to be a part of helping him get there.

We talked about a number of things that we'd like to try together, once he is back in town next week:

• We'd both like him to ejaculate on my bare breasts, legs, or tummy. I always feel satisfied whenever my guy does and I find it sexy. My guy thinks that I'd feel more slutty if he did so on me.
• We have been building up to having anal sex. The last time we were together, my guy inserted two fingers up my butt. He thought that he may have hurt me, but I was okay. We'll need to be in a room for that to happen. Our treehouse will be a bit restrictive.
• My sucking his cock when it is limp intrigues us. Gradually, while sucking him, he would get hard. We both loved a video that we had watched where this scenario occurred. The woman was dressed in a French maid costume and dusted around his genitals. I bought a feather duster and would like to try this entire scenario out.
• I want to receive a spanking with a ping pong paddle. We don't own a ping pong paddle, but getting one wouldn't be a problem. I have been paddled before, but I am sure that the sensation is different with such a paddle.
• I still want to be spanked with a lexan paddle. I just need to get one.

Tomorrow, my guy is checking into a hotel closer to the client's site. He had been promised that this hotel has a four-star rating. Hopefully, the Internet connection will be equally as great at this location as the connection that we had today.

It was so nice to talk to him again. Hearing his voice was priceless. I get to see him for two weeks before he goes back on the road. We are both looking forward to that time together.

Being naughty and being spanked in the dark?

We have over a week to go before we see each other again. We have been writing e-mails to each other daily, simply because my guy's Internet connection at the hotel has not been great for online chatting.

This weekend, he is travelling to a different part of India. This client has booked his hotel room. We are hoping that the Internet connection is better, so that we can Skype.

As you can tell, it's pretty quiet these days as far as spankings go. We haven't talked much about it. It has been nice to talk about regular, couple things in your e-mails. We've also had some silly moments.

Of course, it's also that time of the month for me. I feel like a blob. Luckily, the blob feeling tends to disappear after a day or two.

In the meantime, I have been catching up with my podcasts. A couple of years ago, I downloaded Piers Morgan Tonight. I used to listen to Larry King Live until Larry King retired. I came across this interesting transcript between Piers and Ricky Gervais back in 2011. The latter had just finished hosting the Golden Globe Awards and had offended many nominees.

Morgan: You know what happens to naughty boys back in Britain?
Gervais: Oh, this is getting weird. Larry King never did this?
Morgan: You know what happens to naughty boys, Ricky. They get taken into darkened rooms and they get a thoroughly good spanking.
Gervais: OK. I'm leaving.

I like how some podcasts catch my attention more than others.

My guy and I have a similar sort of banter. He'll ask me whether I know what happens to naughty girls like me. I will say that I don't know. He will tell me that they get spanked.

I am not sure whether getting taken in a dark room and getting a spanking would work for me. I don't like the idea of him spanking me in the dark. It's dark. He could miss the target, for instance. It's definitely more practical to spank me under some light source and see my backside glow as more smacks land across it.

My guy and I tend to not have sex in the dark. We like to see each other's reactions. We like to know what we're doing. If we did so in the dark, we would likely fall asleep faster.

I am always a naughty girl. I do need to be thoroughly spanked -- just not in the dark.

Stinky new dildo

I have mentioned a couple of times that my guy bought me my first dildo recently. I like how realistic it looks and feels.

There is one issue. It smells like rubber.

I have a feeling that I won't be able to get rid of this rubbery smell, no matter what I do. Right now, the dildo is airing out. I will try to use one of my sex toy cleaners on it and see if that helps.

I have already told my guy about it. He seemed a bit disappointed. The guy at the store in Amsterdam said that it was silicone. Nope, the packaging says rubber.

Some message boards say to just chuck it out and get a decent one that does not smell. The problem is that this dildo is a gift and is brand new!

So, we'll see if my cleaning experiment works. Hopefully, I won't have to throw it out. The worst case would be to store it in a freezer bag or something.

In the meantime, if you have any recommendations on other dildos to try out, please drop me a line. Apparently, glass ones don't smell, but how comfortable are they to use? I need help. I also need to conduct more research!

Travel woes versus travel plans

The good news is that my guy made it safely to India. He is jet-lagged, but seems to be handling it better than usual.

The downside is that the Internet connection at his hotel is horrible. So, we are staying in touch through e-mails this week. We'll see if the connection gets better the following week, to see if we can Skype again.

Last Friday, when we chatted on the phone, he advised that we have new clients in New Zealand. Although trips over there aren't secured as of yet, we both agreed that it would be ideal if he had to fly over there for a week-long meeting or something, and I would tag along as a vacationer. Even better, if we both had to do some sort of training, that would be ideal.

However, the more realistic trip would be one to the States. The likely place would be Seattle. We both have not been there. We just don't know when his business trip is scheduled in that city.

My guy compared these shotgun trip decisions to a guy asking his girlfriend to meet immediately because he misses her. I told him that what he had just said sounded familiar -- that something like that has happened to me a handful of times. He went a step further and said that he has done that two me at least two hundred times.

We do have a unique relationship. We don't see each other too often these days, but we make the best of things when we are in the same city.

On my spanking implements wishlist: a lexan paddle

As the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for. I know, but I do want a lexan paddle.

When my guy was in Amsterdam, he asked me what I sex toy I wanted. I said that I wanted a lexan paddle. It came out naturally. No deep thinking was required by me.

It then occurred to me that I have never seen a lexan paddle in a sex shop. So, I did a brief search online. It seemed easier to buy one off the Internet. Instead, we resorted to my guy's first suggestion, which was to get me my first dildo.

I love the dildo. It's a fleshy pink colour. My guy says that it's bigger than his member (we have a nickname for his cock, but I won't disclose it here for the time being). I have dubbed his dildo present to me as his lookalike. It really is quite realistic, except that it smells like rubber. I am still not sure how to get rid of that scent, if that's possible.

Anyway, my guy bought me all those nice gifts last week so that I would be reminded of him when he was away. Simply put, I am. I have kissed his lookalike's head as if I were kissing the real deal before I suck and lick his hard cock, for instance.

Getting back to my quest for a lexan paddle, eBay has a few listings. However, they are all shipped from the States. I am sure that duty fees will kill me. The price of shipping it to me is half the price of the paddle itself.

I then went to a paddle Web site that is Canadian-owned. On a good note, I wouldn't have to pay any duty. However, the cheapest paddle is $72. I am sure that it is good quality, but it is too expensive for my budget.

Luckily, I am not under any pressure to get it. After all, I am pleased with my fuzzy purple paddle that has leather on the other side. I have a thick wooden ruler that my guy has used on my backside and is still intact (my backside has allegedly broken two spanking implements so far). So, I am good for now. My backside won't be sore for at least another two weeks. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to sport a sore, red bottom.

I realize that being spanked by a lexan paddle hurts. I do have a high pain tolerance, so I want to find out how long or hard I can take being spanked with one. It's more of an intriguing experiment on my part and seeing whether I'd like the experience.

My guy also got me a pair of fuzzy slippers from Amsterdam. They aren't meant for spanking me. I haven't be spanked with a slipper for a while. Perhaps it is worth buying a pair of slippers and have one of them used on me.

On the road again

And, just like that, my guy is on the road again.

It is tough being with someone who can go months without travelling and then he is away for what seems to be months. Sure, we do the best that we can and things do balance out. In my case, I wish that I didn't have a job in which I don't travel that much.

We didn't have quality time on Friday. My guy had to pick up his work visa from the consulate before it was closed for the week. At work, he came upstairs to see me just after 15:00 on Friday. I was in a sad mood, not just because we weren't going to be spending much time together. I was down for some other reasons since Thursday.

My guy could kind of sense that. He touched my bare arm. I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, as the warmer weather has finally hit southern Ontario. I looked at him and whispered that his hand was cold. He grinned.

It's amazing just how different we are from a body temperature standpoint. My guy had a jacket and a shirt on, with a nice pair of slacks on. Yet, his hand touching my skin felt like he had dunked it in icy water for several minutes. Meanwhile, I seemed like a warm-blooded creature in my outfit. Had I worn my guy's outfit, I would have been sweating buckets.

I stayed fairly late at work for a Friday afternoon. My guy had a tutoring session at 18:00, but he logged on to Skype fifteen minutes before his session just to chat with me. He was concerned. He is sweet that way.

After his session, we talked on the phone for a bit. We were both driving home, but in opposite directions. I was feeling better. We were teasing each other and laughed, which was needed. He is in India for two weeks. My guy reassured me that we'd keep in touch, which is good.

This picture that I found on Twitter reminds me of us:

The lacy black panties that I wear kind of look like the ones in this picture. My guy likes groping my backside and touching my thighs. I love to caress his head. It's a great image.