Naked Girls Reading, Pt 1

I love books. I love to look at naked girls. Combine the two, and I'm in heaven. So I have started collecting images of naked girls, or nearly naked girls, reading. 

The plan was to put together an entry featuring the photos and a bit of speculation as why the idea is so appealing to me and, apparently, to so many others.

But the problem is that there are so very many beautiful pictures on this theme. Too many for one entry.  So it shall be a series that is starting here and now.  Some might not actually feature reading, 

per se, but will rather just be in the vicinity of books. A few will have a spanking vibe, 

but most won't.

What are your thoughts on naked girls reading?

xoxoxo

Libby

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."

I Spanked a Girl, and I Liked It (part 3)

So, Dear Reader, when last we met, if you'll recall, Kirsten and I were a bit tipsy after our trivia triumph, and she had, more or less, dared me to spank her. At least that's how I read her out-thrust bum.  So, Dear Reader, what choice had I? 

I will admit that it was with trepidation that I slapped her bottom. She wiggled a bit and said, giggling, "what was that? that's not a spanking!"


She taunted me, Reader! So I commenced to spanking her.



Now, I won't say I was good at it, but I was enthusiastic. I'm not sure how long I spanked her before she squealed and recoiled a bit. "Ouch! Okay, that's a spanking!" she said, and we both started laughing deliriously.

"Alright, you bad girl," I said, "more champagne?"


She stood up, rubbed her bottom, and checked her watch. "Sure, why not? Joe won't be here for another 45 minutes."  She picked up her glass and followed me to the kitchen.


Let me stop here, Gentle Reader, to comment that the bottle of champagne felt wonderful on my burning palm. Tops, why have you never mentioned the stinging of the hand? Is it a bravado thing? Or is it just that my little hand is not accustomed to such work, and thus stung mightily? Truly, I'm interested in the answer to this question.

Anywho, back to the story!


So, after having refilled both our glasses, it was reluctantly that I put that icy bottle back in the fridge. And just as I was closing the door, before I turned around, she struck me. She had the gall to spank me! And I hadn't done a thing! I mean, Sir is more than welcome to spank me any time he deems fit for no reason. But this insolent girl is not. Still, I couldn't stop giggling.


"What the hell?!? Oh, now you've done it!" And as I started to reach out to swat her, she lunged toward me and kissed me. It was the awkward kind of thrilling kiss that reminded me of being 13;  3 seconds of tooth-banging, nervous-making, earth-shaking fun. 

 "Oh, you think kissing me is going to make me forget what you did, do you?"


"Maybe..." and then she kind of pounced on me, Reader. She took my face in her hands, pushed me back against the fridge, and kissed me, properly. I was shocked by the small softness of her mouth. At first I just stood there, with my arms hanging at my sides. But after a few seconds, I put my hands on her hips and held her against me as her unbelievably soft tongue moved slowly in my mouth. Then she pulled away, smiled, and sauntered (I tell you, she actually sauntered!) back to the couch with her glass.


"Oh, that is it! You're going over my knee, Kirsten!"

To Be Continued...

xoxoxo
Libby

I Spanked a Girl, and I Liked It (part 2)

(continued)

Dear Reader, I had to act.

"I have some wine at my place...do you both wanna come over for a bit? I live just a couple of blocks from here."

They looked at one another, as if weighing my offer.

"I really should get home," Lisa said. "I've got to work early. But you should go, Kirsten."

Yes, I thought, yes, Kirsten, you really should.

"Let me call Joe and see if he can pick me up on his way home." She stepped away from us to make the call. Come on, Joe, I thought, be a pal and help a girl out.

"He said that's fine. I'm going to text the address to him. He's going to come get me in about an hour and a half. Is that okay?"

And with that, my Dear Readers, my little adventure began.

After the obligatory tour (hardly a tour...I have two rooms!), I took the champagne from the fridge and took it and two glasses to the living room where Kirsten was sitting on my couch.

Let me take a moment to set the scene, Dear Reader. Portishead is playing on the hi-fi (read computer), and the bubbly has been poured. My living room is lit by lamps, because I'm a girl who doesn't like overhead lighting...I like atmosphere. Kirsten is sitting on my purple velvet couch, leaning over the arm, reading the titles of the books on my shelves. She is a bit taller than me, 5'5'' or so, and has longish red hair and freckles. She's wearing a black leotard, jeans, and Ugg boots. Very cute, granola girl next door.

"You really rocked that trivia, Libby," she says.

"You're weren't too bad yourself, Doll," I purr back.

"I hated those guys! They were so obviously cheating!"

I assume a stern look.

"Well, Missy, you're not one to talk about cheating now, are you?"

I swear to you, Dear Reader, she blushed.

"I really shouldn't have done that, I know. It's not like me. I just couldn't stand the thought of them winning."

"Well, you know what I say about that, Kirsten."

Again with the blushing!

"You said you were going to spank me!" she giggled, and sipped her champagne.

"I did not!" now I giggled. "I said SOMEBODY needs to spank you."

Before the words were out of my mouth, she was up on her knees, with her back to me and her bottom thrust out. "Go ahead, Libby," she said, laughing as if it were all a big goof, "I deserve it!"

Now, Reader, I'm very subby.  I don't consider myself a switch. But something "switched" on in me at that moment, and I NEEDED to smack Kirsten's bottom. The problem was that I literally didn't know how. I'm very uncoordinated, and I was a little worried that I might miss altogether. But I'm not one to miss an opportunity, and, like I said, I was feeling a primal urge to smack her bottom.

TO BE CONTINUED...