Monday, July 11, 2011

Young Lady, Where on Earth Have You Been?

Hello, Loves! It's been ever so long since I've posted on the bloggie-wog, and for that I'm sorry. Please don't be cross with me! 
So, let me sort of catch you up, and we'll go from there, shall we? 
At the end of April, I met a man who I call the Gent. He's a bit older, and we have a really lovely disciplinary relationship that has evolved to the point where he spanks me 5 or 6 times a week (squee!). Although he's very Dominant, he's not a Dom...does that make sense? He's a very clever "vanilla" man who likes to be in charge because he's good at it. He's damn good at it, if I may say so. 
I've also been working a lot, and spending time on the twitter, where I'm spankinglib, if you care to look me up. 
How have y'all been? 

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Spanking City of the Day: Jackson, Mississippi

Today's spanking city of the day is Jackson, Mississippi!
Thank you, Citizen of Jackson for visiting the bloggie-wog!

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

In the last few weeks, some of my twitter friends and I have been enjoying coloring and then posting our pictures for one another to see. As much as I love the coloring books for kids that I have, I've started searching for more grown-up pictures...like this cutie!!!!
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


 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.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Spanking City of the Day: Richmond Hill, Ontario


Thank you, Visitor from Richmond Hill, Ontario, for stopping by the bloggie-wog!

xoxoxo 
Libby

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Recommended Blog: JPColor Gallery


This week's recommended blog comes from Europe. I'm absolutely in love with JPColor Gallery. Though I'm not sure what the text says, the beautiful illustrations keep bringing me back. Check it out...I doubt you'll be disappointed. 

xoxox
Libby

Saturday, April 9, 2011

200,000 Page Views!!!!

I may not look pleased, but I am! 
Thank you, everyone, for my 200,000 page views!

xoxoxo
Libby

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Thank you, 
Visitor from Concord, New Hampshire, 
for visiting my bloggie-wog!

xoxoxo
Libby

Monday, March 28, 2011

Spanking City of the Day: Nancy, Lorraine, France

Thank you, 
Visitor from Nancy, Lorraine, France!  
Here's a picture of me, just for you 
(and anyone else who visits!)

xoxoxox
Libby

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Spanking City of the Day: Calcutta, West Bengal


Thank you, 
Visitor from Calcutta!
xoxox
Libby

Recommended Blog: Pretty, Naughty Things

I've been neglectful. I've not posted my weekly blog recommendation in over a month. Bad Libby! Forgive me?
Here's my strong recommdation: check out Darling C's blog...

Pretty, Naughty Things
She's creative and fun and just a swell kid, all around. You won't be sorry you visited her blog.


xoxox
Libby

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Spanking City of the Day: Gilbert, Arizona




Thank you, 
Visitor from Gilbert
for visiting the bloggie-wog. 
Please come back often!


xoxox
Libby

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Portrait of a Spanko as a Young Girl

A common theme of conversation among us who do this thing we do is, "when did it start for you? when did you know?" I, for one, have no doubt I was born with the spanko gene. How can I be so sure? Here's a little story that illustrates my point.

As a child, I had very few rules. I was the only child of a single mother, a well-behaved and quiet little girl. But even then, I craved discipline.

 So I invented someone who would supply it in spades.

 She didn't have a name, she was just Nanny. She was not cruel, and I always felt she cared about me, even if I was a little scared of her.


 

Nanny had very clear rules for me to follow, and certain consequences if I broke them.
 
So many times, I remember my mom asking me to do something that Nanny forbade. "Come on, Libby!" Mom would say. "Stay up and watch the late show with me!"


Knowing Nanny would spank me soundly if I broke her bedtime rule, I would decline, and head upstairs.

So, while my schoolmates had imaginary pals who caused all sorts of mischief, I had a Very Strict Imaginary Nanny who spanked me. 


That's my "origins of a spanko story"...

When did you first realize this thing about yourself, Dear Reader?

xoxox
Libby

Monday, March 14, 2011

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Thursday, March 10, 2011

I Heart Kami Tora

Most of you, I'm sure, are familiar with the wonderful, squirmy-making art of          Kami Tora. 

 
I first saw his work at The Cherry Red Report, and was instantly enchanted.


I'm generally not much of a cartoon girl. One of my best friends has a major thing for cartoon porn, and I've always been a bit puzzled by that. Why look at cartoon porn, I always thought, when perfectly good photographs are abundantly available?


But then I saw the work of this "Renoir of the Red Ass", as Dave calls him....




       

...HOLY SMOKES!

In putting together this entry, I've been trying to figure out what it is about his work that makes it so yummy for me.

 Is it, for instance, his brilliant portrayal of bubble butts turned blazing red? That's certainly part of it.



Perhaps his skill at telling a story in one image? That's a huge part of it, as well.



But I think what I'm most enamored by is the penitent looks he gives the girls he creates. 
Masterful!
Thanks, Kami Tora, for the gorgeous pictures!
xoxox
Libby







Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Spanking City of the Day: Violet, Louisiana

Thank you, Visitor from
Violet, Louisiana
for stopping in!

xoxoxo
Libby

p.s. Isn't this a yummy picture? Purrrrrrrr...

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Big Date, 140 Characters at a Time

I wore my ruffled knickers for cute factor, not padding!
So I had the Big Date with the Big Man! I wrote a series of tweets about it, and rather than rewrite the whole thing here, I thought it might amuse you to see it as I told it then, broken down into singular tweets. I deleted the fun replies of several lovely people, as I've not asked their permission to repeat them here.
Also, I've included pretty pictures to break up the text. The first one is me, in the knickers I mention. The rest have no special significance, they're just cute. 
xoxoxox
Libby




Victorian Spanking
okay, so we met at the restaurant, and I was so nervous. When he got there he was very tall and handsome, just like the pictures...
 
Victorian Spanking
wine and nice conversation calmed me down nicely. When dinner was over, he leaned across the table and whispered, "Hi, Baby..." Swoony swoon
 
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..."what should we do now?" he asks. "I live down the street...wanna come over?" says I. (wee fail: he didn't open the car door for me)

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Back at my place, he says, "Let me look at you, Baby...you're so cute and little!" And seriously, I'm like half his size.
 
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He hugged me and and kissed me very gently. I'm liking this a lot. I get us drinks and while I'm in the kitchen, I feel standing behind me.
 
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He leans over and says, "have a been good girl today, Libby?" and I can feel his breath on the back of neck. Serious yum.
 
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I can barely catch my breath at this point...but I manage to get out, "Yes, Sir, very good..."
 
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Then I feel him put his fingers through the belt loops on my jeans and pull me back against him. "Look at your cute jeans, Baby. You've got
 
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..."the cutest little bottom!" Then he proceeded to slap said bottom soundly and whisper, "you're such a good girl, Libby" while he
 
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kissed my neck. At this point I'm jelly.
 
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Okay, so he leads me over to the couch and pulls me onto his lap.
 
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And he asks me, and believe me, I'm giggling as I write this, tweeps...
 
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He says, "what am I going to do to you, Libby?" now really, what was I to say? what would you have said. I can think of a million smartass
 
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answers now.
 
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in the moment, with this great big giant man holding me in his lap and looking into my eyes, I sputtered, "you're going to spank me, Sir."
 
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"That's right, Honey. And why am I going to spank you?" And now I'm starting to want to get on with it, you know?!?
 
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So I cut to chase, as we've really not known each other long enough for there to be a real correction needed, "Because you want to, Sir."
 
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"Silly little girl," says he. "I'm spanking you because good girls like you need to be spanked, too. Do you understand, Sweetie?"
 
Victorian Spanking
Oh, Heavens, yes, Sir, I most certainly do understand about good girls needing to be spanked!
 
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"Stand up, Baby. Get over my lap. Get comfortable, you're going to be there for a while." Oh, my friends, I was butter.
 
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So of course, what was I to do but follow orders? Over his lap went I!
 
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First he spanked me with his (huge) hand, over my jeans, to the point where I thought I couldn't take anymore, and then he eased off a bit.
 
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Then he put me upright over his knee and hugged me and kissed my forehead. "How are you, Baby?"
 
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"Are you okay?" Oh, so very okay! How to gracefully get spanked more. "I'm okay, Sir," and I'm suddenly very shy. I bury my face in his neck
 
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"Thank you, Sir." I whispered. "For what, Baby?" he sounded amused. "For spanking me."
 
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After that, there was a veritable evening of spanking!
 
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A couple of hours, at least. I was wearing my pretty black ruffled knickers, and he teased me about wearing them for padding. Not true!
 
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I wore them for cute factor!
 
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And might I ask, those who are listening, who loves/hates the belt?