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Good heavens!  This picture from  Au Fil des Jours made me all squirmy...books, punishment, a cute girl...oh my!

xoxox
Libby

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

SpankingLib Libby the Libster

Now, this falls squarely in the category of may or may not have happened.

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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We'd talked about the things I was supposed to have done.

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i.e. clean flat. like, super clean.

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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

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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?"

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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."

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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

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 "Libby, Sweetie, we have some problems, don't we?" Immediately I'm running every broken rule through my mind!

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"yes, Sir, I reckon we do have a few problems, Sir." <<<<<--------note obsessive use of respectful language

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"And what are they, Pet, what are our problems?" Well, hell. I guess I might as well claim them, right?

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"I didn't vacuum, Sir. And I didn't do the swiffer thing."

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"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...

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He seems to sense my hesitation, "Libby, did you not hear me, Sweetie?"

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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

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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

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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.

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"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"

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"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!"

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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...

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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.

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"Come here, LIbby" he says, and at the crook of his finger I'm at his knee. Magnet and Iron.

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Somehow I was graceful, gliding across the floor at his bidding, with my knickers around my knees.

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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.

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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

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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!

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Now I know he's teasing me. "Alright, Sweetie, over my lap." Friends, I was not cool.

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My knickers were already down, but of course he didn't start spanking me straight away. It seemed like I waited forever!

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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

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...out of me. And then my spanking began. Oh, Sugar!

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Sometimes the best thing about a spanking is being driven, constitutionally driven, to try to get away, even though I want more, you know?

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And when at last, he was done spanking me, I felt him slide my panties off, over my stockinged feet

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"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,

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and I thanked him, as I always do, for reminding me to be a good girl.

 

Well, Dear Readers, the appointment is over and I survived quite nicely. The gentleman, P, was right on time, and swiftly set to correcting me just as he'd promised - and then some. 

And look what he brought! A riding crop! 

Swoon...

My kitten seems fascinated by it, doesn't she? I think she's very interested in my punishments. She openly taunted me during cornertime today.

So expect there to be lots of fun with the crop in the future, Dear Readers. 

xoxox

Libby

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.

My First Session with Sir

Punishment for:

      Besides general maintenance, the purpose of this session was to punish two behaviors. First, after promising Sir that I’d have my laundry done by 7pm on Tuesday, I failed to finish it on time. Secondly, one evening after Sir and I had our evening chat, I was recalcitrant about going to bed.

Punishment prescribed:

• 100 lines
• Sir assigned me to write 100 lines. 50 of them were to read “I apologize for breaking two promises to my Sir this week.” And fifty to be sentences of my own, reflecting on our first week working together. After 47 sentences, I had a blister on my thumb, so Sir is allowing me to finish them on my own. 
  

• 15 minutes of phased cornertime, interspersed with 15 minutes of spanking. 



Me, in cornertime. See those dots? They're part of the elaborate constellation of stickers Sir had me create, indicating where parts of my body should touch the wall when I'm in cornertime.

• My first 5 minutes were spent on my bed, facing Sir, fully clothed, with my hands behind my back as he sat in a chair directly in front of me. When the five minutes were up, he called me to him and ordered me to lie across his lap. This was the first time he was going to spank me. Our circumstances are such that we're only able to see each other once a week. Last week was the first time we met, and he didn't spank me then, only explained to me what to expect and and taught me how he wants me to stand in cornertime. So, though I knew what to expect, I was terrified for a moment. But I knew what was expected of me. Sir spanked me over my skirt with his hand, and between strokes he touched my back and my bottom as he scolded me. When the five minutes were up, I had begun to feel more relaxed. He unzipped my skirt and stood me on my feet, at which point my skirt dropped to the floor.

• For my second 6 minutes (1 extra minute as a fee for only getting to number 47 of my sentences), Sir instructed me to kneel on my bed, facing away from him, bend forward and rest my head on the mattress. He instructed me to make sure my bottom was nicely displayed for him so that he could check on the state of my bottom. It was actually a very comfortable position, and when the six minutes were up, I was totally relaxed and ready for my next spanking. This time I was ready to pour myself over Sir's lap, but I wasn't prepared for the slap of the ruler across my bottom. Though I was trying to stay still, I couldn't bear it anymore so I began to twist and wiggle. With seemingly no effort, he adjusted me so that my legs were trapped safely between his - wiggle and twist as I might, it was obvious I wasn't going anywhere. 

• For my third 5 minutes, Sir had me remove my bra, and then stand facing the wall with my panties down and my breasts exposed. During this time, Sir instructed me to think of all I’d accomplished this week and to be proud of myself.  When this time was up, I was beginning to dread the third phase, because my bottom was stinging and throbbing, and I knew it was going to be bare-bottom. Sir was very understanding, and though he didn't skimp on punishment, he told me that though he had to do this for disobeying him, I was his good girl.
• When the third part of my spanking was over, I was crying a little, and that scared me. This was all real suddenly. Sir gently lifted me and turned me over so that I was sitting in his lap. He told me I was his good, good pet and held me. It was divine.

Reflections on our First Week of working together: 

This first week of working with Sir has been incredible, and I don’t use that word lightly. I’m making changes that I’ve always wanted to make – I’ve simply lacked the discipline necessary to make them. Our relationship is very Zen, and, to mix religious metaphors, I feel as if he’s a guru of sorts to me. I can literally feel my mind and body changing at his command, can feel my very cells reacting to his direction. It’s one of the most wonderful feelings I’ve ever had. 

My Own Bad Girl Corner

Sir has chosen this area of my apartment to be my "bad girl" corner. He says it's perfect because it's really two corners in one, a little recessed pocket in which to put me.

Today he's teaching me the proper way to stand there, and the different options he may choose - for instance, feet together, arms at sides, nose to wall. There's a very precise way I'm to do it. Or he may order my feet further apart, and further from the wall, so that I must lean forward in order to keep my nose to the wall - there's a very precise way to do that, too.



So much to learn!