Dear Sir (Whoever You May Be)

Dear Sir, 

I don't believe we've actually met yet, but I know you're out there.  Allow me to introduce myself, please. I'm Libby, and I've passed many an hour thinking about you, and how it will be when you find me. 

I hope you'll find me easy to discipline, as I do so try to be a good girl, but I know that spankings are inevitable because you won't let me get away with breaking rules. 
May I give you a key to my apartment, Sir, for surprise inspections? I love to think of getting your call, telling me you'll be here in five minutes, to wait for you on my tummy with my panties down, and that I better hope my apartment's clean, because that will determine how hard my spanking is.

  
Will you put me in the corner, Sir? Will it be before my spanking, or after? Both? 



Yes, Sir, of course...whatever you like.

Sir, quite frankly I can't wait to be corrected by you, can't wait to feel your strong hand on my back, stilling me as you ready me for my punishment. The details have played every imaginable way in my head. Sometimes you tell me to lower my panties, sometimes you do it yourself. Sometimes you'll fold me over something and use my riding crop on my tender bottom.
But truly, Sir, what you do most is just take me over your knee and wallop my behind with your hand. The smacking sound, the sting of flesh on flesh...sometimes it hurts so bad I can barely stand it, but I do. Tears splash onto the floor and I whimper and squirm, but I take it.

And

I

love it and I crave it.

 You'll spank me until I'm red and then keep on, and the bruises will linger for days. I hope you don't mind. Sir, if I sometimes send you a little message, thanking you for my sore bottom...

...for sometimes I just can't believe how brilliant it feels, and how it serves as a reminder to be on my best behavior.
So, Sir, though we've not yet met one another, I'm here. I'm waiting for you. Please don't take much longer.

xoxoxoxo

Libby

Daily Spanking City is: Aguascalientes, Mexico

Hot Water, Indeed!

Thank you, 

Amigo de Aguascalientes 

for visiting the bloggie-wog!

xoxox

Libby

Daily Spanking City is: Thunder Bay, Ontario

Thank you, Visitor from the wonderfully named

Thunder Bay, Ontario, 

for visiting my blog!

xoxoxo

Libby

Daily Spanking City is: Marathon, Wisconsin

Thank you, Visitor from 

Marathon, Wisconsin, 

for visiting the bloggie-wog!

xooxxo

Libby

Recommended Blog: Little Steps

Still on the mend from the flu, so this week's recommendation is coming in a bit late, but no less suggested.  Please take a moment to check out or revisit Little Steps, Emilie's blog. I've just discovered it myself, and am finding it to be immensely smart, interesting and, above all, honest.  Thank you, Emilie, for sharing your story with all of us!

xoxoxox
Libby

Back from the Dead (almost)

How I've missed you all, Dear Readers! I was stricken with the flu 5 days ago and have been laid up in bed since. How delightful to emerge from my cocoon and discover that not only have I not been forgotten, I was Chross listed again! Being double Chrossed feels just fine, Loves, and has brightened this sickee's day. Thanks for hanging in there, and I'll be back and rolling with new posties before you know it.

xoxox
Libby

Thoughts on Coming to Terms with It

Since I was a little girl, I’ve always known I had a kink that seemed as natural to me as my curly hair, but until the last couple of years, I never really explored it. I like to be spanked. Though I knew it, though every serious boyfriend I’ve ever had knows it, I’d never really spent any time thinking about it - I’d spent lots of time perving on it, but not really analyzing it. I was and am a feminist. A strong, well-educated, smart woman who, quite frankly, felt ashamed of something she craved and loved. And that didn’t quite sit right with me.

It didn’t help that the men with whom I’d been involved were reluctant spankers, to say the least. There’s only so many times a girl can hear, “oh, Honey, why do you want me to do that? I don’t want to hit you,” without feeling like there must be something wrong with her. Bless them and their sweet, non-spanko hearts. Technically, yes, I was asking them to “hit” me, but what I wanted didn’t feel like hitting. How could I explain it to them when I couldn’t even explain it to myself?

The pivotal point in giving myself permission to explore my proclivity was a conversation I had with two of my dear gays. As they freely recounted their outrageous adventures to me, I felt not the least amount of judgment of them. No, I reserved the judgment for myself.

So, on the spur of the moment, I outed myself to them. “I like to be spanked.” I couldn’t believe I’d said it. The flop sweat was coming on when Tom nonchalantly said, “Girl, who doesn’t?”

And with that sage remark began my exploration in earnest.  I decided to come to terms with that important part of me. That was a couple of years ago. I never would have predicted how things have unfolded since. Yes, I did meet a few strangers just to be spanked. There was a lot of roleplay involved in those sessions – I was a naughty secretary/student etc. who simply had to be punished. And that was fun, to a point. But more importantly, the experience clued me into something very deep and heretofore hidden in my nature. More than the physical sensation of being spanked, I loved the feeling of submission, of being disciplined for misdeeds, even if they were imagined. 

Discovering the brilliant community of spanking bloggers has helped me immensely in starting to come to terms with this previously suppressed (repressed?) part of me. I feel as if my journey's just beginning, and I thank you for being a part of it by reading.

xoxoxoxo

Libby