Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Discipline, 140 Characters at a Time

Dear Readers, 
I've been woefully neglectful of the bloggie wog of late. I've taken to telling my little stories to my Twitter friends...it's rather like we all gather around the virtual campfire, in that there's a live audience and an ongoing conversation. 
However, I love my little blog and shall be a better girl about maintaining it. 
And, to show that I mean it, here's a little story from last night's twitter. 
xoxoxo
Libby


 Libby the Libster

Now, this falls squarely in the category of may or may not have happened.


 Libby the Libster

He'd called me up to tell me he was downstairs. now, my flat is in a bit of fortress of solitude, and, given how he'd asked me to be dressed

 Libby the Libster

I couldn't exactly trot downstairs to open the door, you know? So, we agreed that I'd drop the key down to him, from my bedroom window

Libby the Libster

Then I rushed to the corner, to stand as I'd been told. It seemed like forever before I heard the key in the lock


Libby the Libster

I'd been advised not to acknowledge that I heard him walk in the door. I was to wait until he spoke to me. I had to trust that it was him.

Libby the Libster

We'd talked about the things I was supposed to have done.

Libby the Libster

i.e. clean flat. like, super clean.

Libby the Libster

so I heard him moving about the flat, and again, it seemed like forever, but I knew better than to look. Even though that was very difficult

Libby the Libster

Hell's bells, I thought. Did I really forget to vacuum? Just then I heard his voice for the 1st time since he'd walked in the door. "Libby?"

Libby the Libster

And, all vampire like, he's close to me. "Honey, we need to talk about the state of your flat." I feel his hands on my hips. "Yes, Sir."

Libby the Libster

He slaps my ass hard, twice, and pulls my knickers down to my knees. I hear him sit down at my desk, and swivel round toward me

Libby the Libster
 "Libby, Sweetie, we have some problems, don't we?" Immediately I'm running every broken rule through my mind!

Libby the Libster

"yes, Sir, I reckon we do have a few problems, Sir." <<<<<--------note obsessive use of respectful language

Libby the Libster

"And what are they, Pet, what are our problems?" Well, hell. I guess I might as well claim them, right?

Libby the Libster

"I didn't vacuum, Sir. And I didn't do the swiffer thing."

Libby the Libster

"Turn around and face me, Libby." he says, and I'm not sure what to do exactly, given that my knickers are down around my ankles...

Libby the Libster

He seems to sense my hesitation, "Libby, did you not hear me, Sweetie?"

Libby the Libster

So I just tried to put my embarrassment out of my head and I turned around, and *cringe* stumbled a bit because of, you know, the knickers

Libby the Libster

And I see him for the first time tonight...he's sitting in my desk chair, with his arms folded across his chest, smiling at me crookedly

Libby the Libster

And there I am, knickers now around my ankles, suddenly aware that I'm shaking. I want to move toward him, but he's not asked me too.

Libby the Libster

"How's yoga going, Libby Baby?" And now it's taking all my strength not to beg to sit in his lap while I confess to him. "It's going well"

Libby the Libster

"Try again, Baby. Tell me what's happening." then I can't stop talking. "I'm so sorry, Sir, there are a lot of things I need to tell you!"

Libby the Libster

And so I spill everything, standing there with my panties around my ankles. When I've missed bedtime or slept too late or missed yoga...

Libby the Libster

And by then I have tears in my eyes, and I'm searching his face for how he's reacting to what I'm saying. Is he smiling? ugg! I can't tell.

Libby the Libster

"Come here, LIbby" he says, and at the crook of his finger I'm at his knee. Magnet and Iron.
Libby the Libster

Somehow I was graceful, gliding across the floor at his bidding, with my knickers around my knees.

Libby the Libster

He snaps his fingers. "On your knees, Sweetie." Where is my will? Absent, my friends. I want nothing more than to be on my knees before him.

Libby the Libster

For the next 10 minutes or so, we go through my rules, and his expectations of me, as I'm on my knees, looking up at his face

Libby the Libster

By this time I'm SICK to be over his knees, you know? I feel like there's no way he can't know how bad I want him to spank me!

Libby the Libster

Now I know he's teasing me. "Alright, Sweetie, over my lap." Friends, I was not cool.

Libby the Libster

My knickers were already down, but of course he didn't start spanking me straight away. It seemed like I waited forever!

Libby the Libster

He spent quite a lot of time (at least it seemed like he did!) with his hand on my bum, lecturing me and frightening the living daylights

Libby the Libster

...out of me. And then my spanking began. Oh, Sugar!

Libby the Libster

Sometimes the best thing about a spanking is being driven, constitutionally driven, to try to get away, even though I want more, you know?

Libby the Libster

And when at last, he was done spanking me, I felt him slide my panties off, over my stockinged feet

Libby the Libster

"Come here, Baby, sit in my lap...." and I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him, as if my very life depended upon it,

Libby the Libster

and I thanked him, as I always do, for reminding me to be a good girl.


7 comments:

  1. Wonderful post!!

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  2. Thank you, Joeyred51!

    xoxox
    Libby

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  3. That's a great little story. I hope you can realize it in real life.

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  4. I love your stories in 140 characters. That's talent! (And a great story that may or may not have happened.)

    Hugs,

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