The Mute Spankee

Valentine's Day was, for the most part, rather uneventful (with one exception, which I'll get to in a moment). I'm still recovering from this dreadful flu and yesterday I could only manage a few croaky words. Today my voice is better - it's sliding into that sexy Demi Moore/Stevie Nicks gravelly territory. I wish I could lock it in like this. Sidenote: what is it about that kind of voice that's so attractive? I get it, I think it's hot, too, but I can't put my finger on why, on what evolutionary quirk favors a woman with a raspy voice. I'll enjoy it while I have it and try to remember that when it goes away it will be because I'm recovered, so I should be grateful. I'm not recovered yet, though, as evidenced by the fact that I was out for the night at 8pm. Happy Valentine's Day, indeed!


But, on the other hand, I had good reason to be a little tired. Yesterday afternoon I had my first session with a new friend, S. He and I have been discussing via e-mail my goals and my daily checklist of things I'm to have done by noon, and then by bedtime, respectively. Now, Readers, these things are not complicated or difficult to do. I'm thoroughly capable of doing them all, and when I do them all well and in a timely fashion, I'm happy and able to focus on my work - crucial, as I'm self-employed, and work at home. Yet, for some reason, when left to my own devices, they don't always get done. When I have someone to whom I'm to report, I have a much better track record, and thus am a happier girl overall. Plus, when I have someone to whom I report, I get spankings!

So I'm very happy to have made the acquaintance of S, as he seems amenable to helping keep me on track. Still and all, strange to meet a new spanker on Valentine's Day, when I'm effectively mute!

When S arrived, he had a look around at the things he knows I'm to have done. He pointed out a pan in which I'd made toast and left sitting on the counter with crumbs in it. And remarked that the bed was rather messily made, with a couple of sweaters tossed across it. Dang it!

We sat on the couch and he explained to me what I was being spanked for. The housekeeping infractions, not checking in with him one day when I'd finished my tasks, and an impertinent tone in an email (I was a good girl and didn't argue this point. It probably helped that I had no voice). He informed me that he'd brought an implement, but inadvertently left in the car. "Libby, should I go get it, or should we just do bare hand?" "Bare hand!" I managed to squeek.

"All right then," he said. "Stand up. Trousers down." I did as I was told, and laid across his lap, my bottom raised and vulnerable, my face squished into the sofa cushions. I tried to ready myself, but the first slap came as a shock, and had I voice I would have squealed. But let me tell you...OWWIEEE! He's a very hard spanker, Readers. I don't tend to bruise from just a hand spanking, but he left a definite mark on my behind. I think my legs compensated for my voice...I almost kicked him in the face involuntarily (and I thought of you, Pink...you're totally right...mind of their own!)

Now, I've mentioned before that whether I've broken rules or not, I fully expect to get spanked. To me it's a matter of degree - will it be a firm motivational spanking, or a hard punishment spanking? That way neither of us are inventing infractions for which I'm to be spanked. So, Dear Reader, don't take future spanking reports as indicative that I've been bad, only that someone local's keeping me on track!

xoxoxox
Libby

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

We Have a Winner!

 In December, I posted a poll.  
It's closed now! No more polling for you! 

The poll dealt with preferences as to spanking implements. I voted for three implements, and I'm happy to say that my favorite won, hands down. 
hehehe

Handspanking: 44% (53 votes)

Cane: 25% (31 votes)

Paddle/hairbrush: 23% (28 votes)

Belt: 22% (27 votes)

Other: 5% (6 votes) 

There's something so undeniably sensual about a handspanking, don't you think?

In Praise of OTK Spankings

As any Top worth his salt knows, there are many ways to spank a bottom. Some of them have the spanker at something of a remove from his spankee. Perhaps she's kneeling on furniture and he's using an implement on his girl...

...Perhaps he has reason to spank her thusly, but in tandem with another girl, though I can't imagine why he'd do that...perhaps he's just very very busy and needs to save time while dispensing discipline to the naughty imps he encounters.





Perhaps he simply fancies seeing her in some novel position while he disciplines her.

                                                   Who knows why Tops do the mysterious things they do?

 Perhaps I'm desperately old-fashioned, but to me, there's nothing like being over a good Top's knee.

 

My favorite thing in the world might be a simple OTK hand-spanking from a fully dressed, fully realized Top.

 

Whether it's because I've been particularly naughty...

Seems a bit lazy, but it'll work

or particularly good...

...Or just because he jolly well feels like it...

...I love knowing I'm going to wind up over 

his knee.

And perhaps the best part of all is the end result. 

Knowing I'll end up in his lap, with him telling me what a good girl I am.

And then walking around for a while feeling the aftermath of his attention to me.