Good heavens! This picture from Au Fil des Jours made me all squirmy...books, punishment, a cute girl...oh my!
xoxox
Libby
Thursday, April 21, 2011
French Blog Goodness
Good heavens! This picture from Au Fil des Jours made me all squirmy...books, punishment, a cute girl...oh my!
xoxox
Libby
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
I Love to Color
Which made me start thinking...wouldn't it be great if SOMEONE who is a celebrated spanking artist, maybe someone who has the name of a wild canine, were to make a coloring book for spankos? I would buy one...wouldn't you?
xoxox
Libby
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
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
Now, this falls squarely in the category of may or may not have happened.
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
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
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
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.
We'd talked about the things I was supposed to have done.
i.e. clean flat. like, super clean.
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
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?"
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."
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
SpankingLib Libby the Libster
"Libby, Sweetie, we have some problems, don't we?" Immediately I'm running every broken rule through my mind!
"yes, Sir, I reckon we do have a few problems, Sir." <<<<<--------note obsessive use of respectful language
"And what are they, Pet, what are our problems?" Well, hell. I guess I might as well claim them, right?
"I didn't vacuum, Sir. And I didn't do the swiffer thing."
"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...
He seems to sense my hesitation, "Libby, did you not hear me, Sweetie?"
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
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
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.
"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"
"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!"
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...
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.
"Come here, LIbby" he says, and at the crook of his finger I'm at his knee. Magnet and Iron.
Somehow I was graceful, gliding across the floor at his bidding, with my knickers around my knees.
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.
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
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!
Now I know he's teasing me. "Alright, Sweetie, over my lap." Friends, I was not cool.
My knickers were already down, but of course he didn't start spanking me straight away. It seemed like I waited forever!
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
...out of me. And then my spanking began. Oh, Sugar!
Sometimes the best thing about a spanking is being driven, constitutionally driven, to try to get away, even though I want more, you know?
And when at last, he was done spanking me, I felt him slide my panties off, over my stockinged feet
"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,
and I thanked him, as I always do, for reminding me to be a good girl.
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