Showing posts with label Sir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sir. Show all posts

Saturday, February 12, 2011

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

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Bit of Sad News...

 I've been keeping a bit of news to myself for a week or so, and I thought I'd share it now. 
Sir and I have decided to part ways. 
It's ONLY because of the difficulties inherent in a long-distance disciplinary relationship.  We remain good friends, and quite frankly, I'm still crazy for him. It's just become clear  that I need a Mentor who's within, oh, a couple of hundred miles or so.
I'm a temporarily sad but permanently strong girl.  I'll be alright.
xoxoxox
Libby

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

New Poll: Titles of Respect

Last month's poll on spanking implements was a lot of fun, and very revealing. Thank you to the 120 people who voted.


I've decided my new poll will be on titles of respect. 


But before I actually make the poll, I'd like to get input on my choices.  Last month, I'd already posted the choices when Abby mentioned the flogger and Veronica mentioned the slipper.

So this month I'm asking for your input. Is there a special title that you like to call your Top, or that he likes to be called? Tops, what do you like to be called?

Three obvious choices come to mind, and each seems to me to have a different vibe. I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter.

There's Sir...





There's Daddy...


And there's Master.

What am I missing?

What should the choices be for this poll?

I can't wait to hear your thoughts!

xoxoxox
Libby

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Sir's Sub Camp: A New Session Begins

One of my favorite things is making up elaborate stories to tell Sir.  I've been spinning one yarn that is particularly pleasing to him, and we thought perhaps you'd enjoy it, as well.


Sir's Sub Camp: A New Session Begins

My Sir is the proprietor of a very well respected camp for subs.  Girls from around the world apply to attend, but only 24 at a time are chosen. Often, Tops send their girls to Sir's camp, knowing that when their precious girls return, they'll be better than ever.

I am Sir's assistant, and I'm responsible for a lot of the training of the girls. We've just started a new session, and it looks to be a lovely group of subs. Sir always chooses well.

The girls had all arrived, some alone, some escorted by their Tops. A few cried when they said goodbye - one clung to her Top and whispered, "please, Daddy, please take me home. I've changed my mind." Poor thing. He gave her bottom a couple of swats and kissed her forehead. "You'll be alright. You be a good girl, and Daddy will see you in a few weeks at the Banquet."  Before he left, he pulled me aside. "She's a good girl," he said. "But I know you and your Sir will improve her infinitely. Just as you did my other little girl." I couldn't help but smile. I love thinking of all the little subbies that my Sir has trained.



The girls assembled in the classroom. 24 desks, each with a nameplate. "Find your seat, girls. This is where you'll be spending a lot of time over the next few weeks." When they'd all settled, I began.

"Welcome, girls. I'm Miss Libby. I'm Sir's girl and his assistant. You won't be meeting Sir until dinner this evening, and I'm to get you all sorted before then. Understood?" Nods and murmers. "First thing, when Sir or I ask you a question, you're to respond properly. Understood?"

"Yes Miss Libby."

"Good girls. Now, beneath you desks, you'll each find a backpack. In it, you'll find most everything you'll need for the duration of your stay.


First, your uniform. Starting this afternoon, you're to be in uniform from the time you get up until bedtime, when you'll change into your regulation pajamas. You've also been given a handbook. You're to read the handbook tonight after dinner. There'll be a quiz tomorrow. Understood?"

"Yes Miss Libby."

"This is going to be a very intense time for you. It won't always be fun. In fact, it usually won't. But you will leave here a better sub, and a better person. I promise you that. Now, I'm not sure what you're expecting, but you will be spanked. A lot. And it will hurt. You're here for 28 days. You will receive a minimum of 25 spankings, but probably more. You're to keep track of your spankings in your notebook, and be ready to present the notebook for inspection at any time. Now, why will you be spanked? What are some reasons?"

Hands shyly raise. "Yes, Becky, why might you be spanked?"

"For breaking the rules, Miss Libby."

"Well, that's certainly true. Most girls here at camp are well behaved, but there are a LOT of rules. It's likely that you'll all receive several punishment spankings. Those are extremely intense. Yes, I see you squirming in your seats. Believe me, you will remember Sir's punishment spankings forever. Kelly, you had your hand up. Why might you be spanked?"

"Because Sir feels like it?"

"Ah, very true. There will be lots of spankings like that. You must all be prepared at any moment for Sir to pull you over his knee. And here's something VERY important to remember. You must ALWAYS thank Sir for spanking you. Even if you feel angry or upset, even if you're crying, when Sir's finished  spanking you, you say, 'thank you, Sir.' Understood?"


"Yes Miss Libby."

"In your backpacks, you'll also find several implements. A hairbrush, a paddle, a flogger. You're to be prepared to present them to Sir whenever he asks. When he spanks you, he will decide whether you're to be dressed or not. It is not debatable. You might be in the library, studying, and Sir may suddenly appear at your side and say, 'I need you take off your uniform. You're going to get a naked spanking and then some cornertime.








"Other reasons you'll be spanked - demonstrations.  In spanking seminars, Sir will use different girls to demonstrate - he'll use me too. I'll get spanked just as often as you will, believe me.  You'll also be spanking one another. It doesn't matter if you've never done it before.


You're here to learn. Let's see, what else should I mention here? Oh, yes, your spankings won't be private, but I'm sure you figured that out. Everyone here will see everyone else spanked plenty, to be sure.

Now, I'm going to take you to your dorms, but first, let's talk about Sir. Of course, you are always to show him the utmost respect. You are not to approach him - he's very busy, and can't be constantly dealing with everyone's problems. Not to worry, you'll each get to spend time with him. You're to greet him when you see him - you're to say, 'good morning, Sir,' or 'good evening, Sir.' Other than that, you are only to speak to him when spoken to. You may come to me with any problems or concerns. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss Libby."

"Good girls. Now, gather your things. I'm taking you to your dorms. You need to change into your uniforms and get ready to meet Sir."

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Today's Cornertime



I'm a fan of cornertime. I'm a rather calm person by nature, and find that when I'm agitated and feeling out of sorts and Sir puts me in the corner, it helps. I always end up feeling grateful. Even if I'm irritated and resistant at first. 
This is me, today,  thinking about working harder at yoga.

xoxoo
Libby

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A Simple Misunderstanding, Sir!

But, Sir, you said to get my "little kitten butt" onto my punishment stool in the corner!



I was just doing what you said! 
Oh, you meant...
I must have misunderstood.
Sorry, Sir!

xoxoxo
Libby

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Of Hairbrushes and Tears

My Sir has an affinity for wooden hairbrushes.  Using them on my bottom, that is. 
While I do rather like the crop, I don't think I have a favorite implement, per se.  Because I'm curious if other people do, I'm going to post a poll on the subject. Please feel free to comment here, as well.

Do you have a favorite spanking implement? 

xoxox
Libby

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

On Seeking a Strong Foundation

I'm something of a late bloomer, I've come to understand.  As an artist and an academic, I've studied lots of different things, worked in diverse fields, moved around a lot, and sort of floated.  


Self-discipline has always seemed like something of an elusive goal...I have two masters degrees, so obviously I have some self-discipline. But that was externally directed self-discipline. Professors and universities set dates and goals and schedules and standards for me, and I submitted myself to them. I knew it was for my own good. I operate very well under that model.



I'm coming to see that underlying my (dis) ability to discipline myself is a sort of domestic morass (no pun intended. ok, a little intended.). Stacks of laundry so large I couldn't even bring myself to deal with with them. A sink full of dirty dishes was a constant. 


And the thing was, I felt bad about it all the time. For years, "have more self-discipline" was my top New Year's Resolutions. But how could I get the discipline to learn to impose self-discipline? 

It was a conundrum. 


I felt as if, in trying to launch my career as a writer, I was trying to build a strong house on a foundation that was very shaky, at best, and quicksand, at worse. 


Working with Sir is helping me to shore up that foundation. As I've mentioned before, he does not micromanage me. However there are certain tasks that I've committed to doing, and he makes sure I do them. There's no more, "well, I really should do yoga, but I'm enjoying playing solitaire/reading spanking blogs/ chattering with friends/being lazy so much that I guess I won't do it, but instead I'll spend hours feeling guilty about it." 

Now, I know I'm to have done yoga by 5 everyday, and preferably in the morning. So I do it. I'm to have the dishes washed and put away, and so I do that, too.


And I'm so much happier.  And my career is already benefiting from Sir's discipline. Interestingly, though we discuss my career, that's not the area of my life in which he is training me. Our work is about strengthening my foundation, so to speak.  He's giving me the tools and the training. And I'm ready for the construction. 


xoxox
Libby



Saturday, December 18, 2010

When Sir's Away, His Pet Gets Stressed

As some of you may know, I've not been working with Sir for long.  We only just met at the end of November. But things have been going very well.

And by that, specifically, I mean that I've been accomplishing all my goals, almost 100% of the time since he's been disciplining me.  The results have been tremendously satisfying, to say the least.





Now, Sir doesn't micromanage me, but he keeps me on task. I check in with him often and he advises me on things throughout the day, encourages me and praises me; he also spanks me and gives me cornertime when necessary, or just for maintenance, whichever is warranted at the moment.

I've come to really rely on his discipline.

So when he's too busy to spend a lot of time helping me during the day, I'm learning to ask myself


"WWSHMD?" ("What would Sir have me do?")

That question served me well today.

To cut a long story (just ask Sir) short, suffice it to say that one of my problems is losing things. It's something I've struggled with all my life. It's something I'm working on.  This morning, I thought that I'd lost a pair of earrings that my mother bought me for my birthday last week. I was extremely frustrated myself, and was spiraling into panic mode.

I knew Sir was unavailable for consultation. 

So I asked myself "WWSHMD?" 

"Breathe, Pet." That's the first thing he'd say. 

Once I did that, I realized that my frenzy wasn't helping. I knew he'd be available later. Should I spend hours freaking out and crying, or just get on with my day and talk with him about it later?

Well, that seemed an easy question to answer.

So I did laundry, did yoga, took care of the dog and cat.  I was feeling pretty good about my choice.

And then, lo and behold, when putting away my undies, what do I discover but said earrings! In my panty drawer!  It had been open a centimeter or so last night, and my naughty little cat had knocked them into the drawer.

I had been rewarded by fate.

I felt like Superwoman.


xoxoxoxxo
Libby

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Some Thoughts on Consent...

There's been a lot of talk in Spanko-blog Land lately about consent.  How much do we, as spankees, give? There've been excellent discussions elsewhere on this  (especially at My Bottom Smarts) . 



All of this talk of consent happened to coincide with something that happened between Sir and me. 


In a nutshell, I lost my bank card. 


Just one of those irritating things that happen that take half a day to get cleared up. 


But the bottom line is, I lost it. It didn't get stolen, the dog didn't eat it, I just lost it. 


I mentioned it to Sir, in an offhanded way while we were discussing my plans for the day.  It didn't occur to me that I'd be punished for it. I'm an autonomous person. Though Sir keeps me on a short leash (not literally. At least not yet.) regarding things we've negotiated (mostly domestic things), my money and banking habits is not something we've discussed. 


Sir was very kind and concerned about me fixing the problem, but informed me that I would be punished once it was straightened out. 


Now, fellow imps, I know you'll understand when I admit that the first thing that went through my head was "the hell I will." OF COURSE I didn't say that, but it is the first thing I thought. So what DID I say? I said, "Yes, Sir." He's the only person in the world to whom I would have said that. 

Later, in the course of conversation, I mentioned, very politely, that I didn't think I should be punished for what happened, but that I knew it didn't matter because his word goes. He very graciously asked me to explain my thoughts. I did. He thanked me for telling him and told me to be prepared for punishment later this week.


I said "Thank you."



That, to me, is consent.