Meet Tiger #SatSpanks

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Boy do we have a busy few weeks ahead. Still in the process of unpacking but I’m happy to report Liars and Tigers are Bared-Oh My! is at the end of the production line with King Dom Comes not far behind. Luckily we can share a bit more then the normal 8 sentence teaser for this SatSpanks. After you’ve read a little about Misha head on over to the Saturday Spankings Blog to see what all the other spanking authors have to share.

Liars and Tigers are Bared-Oh My!

A different meaning to the word ‘catty’! Highly independent, big cat expert Misha Miller finds herself being transferred – against her will – from field rescues to a private wildlife sanctuary owned by Alex Hodges. She meets her match when she discovers he won’t give in to her tantrums, and won’t hesitate to put her promptly over his knee for lying or putting her safety at risk.
 Alex discovers that Misha’s lies go much further than breaking promises – she has a dirty little secret that comes out the day he gives her a sculpture of The Danaid by Rodin as a gift. The hunt begins – Alex for Misha’s heart, and Misha for complete independence.
There is one problem, however: she is the surrogate mother to an infant tiger cub, and needs Alex, and his resources, to help her keep the cub as her own.
Misha is unexpectedly drawn into a new and different type of wilderness: one of bondage, domination and, quite shockingly, love. But is love enough for her to allow Alex to place a collar around her own neck in the form of a wedding ring? 
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“So, I hear you moved, Tiger,” Jack commented through the enclosure gate, as Misha hand fed the three adult Bengals. She ignored him, concentrating on her task. The cats had only been there for six months after having been rescued from a zoo. They had been living under foul and abusive conditions, and it had taken daily exposure to her for them to finally allow her to enter the enclosure without snarling and hiding. Now, they cuddled her like kittens.

Jack watched her carefully. The Boss would have a screaming fit if he discovered what she was doing. Alex had two strict rules about feeding time—never by hand, and always with a partner. Misha ignored both; apparently the slight woman felt she was above the need for safety. Jack held the door for her as she exited the enclosure, locking it carefully behind her.

“We need to talk, kid. You can’t go treating those cats like they were house pets. You know as well as I do that they could turn any minute, without warning. They’ve been starved and abused, and no amount of cosseting is going to change the fact that they are still wild animals.”

“I know what I’m doing, Jack,” Misha stated flatly as she walked away from him.

He grabbed her arm and gently forced her to face him. “You aren’t going anywhere until I am done talking to you, little girl. I know you are confident in your work and that you are one of the best; but you would never allow me or anyone else to put ourselves in that same situation. You would tell us that it was too risky, and the animals too unstable. It would break my heart if they decided to make you into their next meal. I’ve already been through that scare once with you and don’t want to ever experience that again. Please, promise me that you’ll stop hand feeding them.”

“That event was a different situation,” Misha argued. “The cats like it! You know that no one else can get them to eat like I can, and it’s because they feel safe with me. You can’t stop me!”

Jack’s eyes began to smolder with annoyance. “I can’t? Misha, if you were my daughter, I’d put you across my knee, skin down those trousers, and spank some sense into that pretty, thick skull. Promise me that you will stop this nonsense immediately!” he barked.

Misha’s eyes widened in surprise. Jack was usually pretty laid back, and never asserted his position of supervisor, or long-time friend, on her. “Okay! Fine! I promise. Happy? I’ll feed them through the bars like they were caged animals.”

“They are caged animals. We can’t let them go to the Wild Animal Park if they don’t learn to eat like tigers. And you had better not be telling me what you think I want to hear. I know your tactics; you’ve been using them for years with me. No more lying, hear me? I swear that if I catch you again, I will paddle you raw, and then I will tell Alex and let him deal with you. Trust me, love, you don’t want to go to that place with him. I am serious about this. Am I clear?”

Misha nodded, rolling her eyes. “Men and their testosterone! I promise, okay? Now get off my case and go do your own work. If you’re that bored, I’m sure there is lots of elephant scat to be shoveled, and Scout would love you to clean his enclosure.” “Sassy little wench,” the older man muttered, walking away.

“Oh, you have not seen sassy yet, Jack!” Misha called back.

Jack paused and turned to her. “Just a word of warning, missy. Alex is old-school. He is not the type of man who makes idle threats. He will paddle your backside in a heartbeat if you push him, and he won’t hold nuthin’ back. Watch your tone with him, if ya know what’s good for you.”

“I’m not afraid of anything Alex Hodges does, Jack. And if he thinks he can spank me like

I’m a naughty child, then I say ‘bring it on, buddy’! He hasn’t seen my fangs in action yet.”

“I’ll make sure I tell him that. Cuteness will not work with him like it does on me.”

“We’ll see.” Misha sniggered.

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Will He Ever Stop?

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Help? I mean, HELP!

Something clicked in John’s beady little brain that said, “Hmm, our top stairs bedroom faces an open field…no windows to the right and the bathroom hall and tub windows are closed to the right. That means, NO ONE can hear her scream!”

I can’t explain it any other way then to tell you that something’s turned to rainbow in the Land of Hayse. And that something is my bottom. Since I got the kitchen up and running, he seems to be more attentive. Yes, I get the usual cuddles, tickles and hair tugs (NO flowers yet…I am so disappointed. Do they even sell flowers up here). But more—

Maybe I am living with a Teenage Mutant Ninja Dom? Shhh, don’t tell him this-but OMG. Hear me out:

Teenage. As all of you know, John is 198 years old. That means that certain things slow down a bit and focus is upon more important things- like which Oreo is better…Regular or Lemon? Ladies, it is like living with a twenty-five year old…Will he ever stop? Gawd, I hope not!

Mutant. Speaking of NOT stopping, he’s also transformed. Yum. He has evolved into love machine that has no off button. Will he ever stop? He better not!

Ninja. I NEVER know where he is hiding. We have carpet throughout the house and I can’t hear him sneaking up on me. There is nowhere I am safe from his ninja-like approach to capture me unaware. Why would he do such a thing? Maybe because of his Teenage-Mutant half? Or maybe…

DOM. It never stops. I’m on the couch. He spanks. I’m in bed. He spanks. I’m walking out the front door. He spanks. I’m taking a bath. He spanks. No place is sacred in this house! Would you believe me, though, if I told you the one place I have not been spanked in is the torture room? I KNOW! I’ve been Ninjaed Teenage Mutanized there, but not Dommed…

Will he ever stop?

Luv you all,

Bree

Good to be a Dom

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Hello lovelies,

So today I am talking to you about one of my favorite things in the world…You can guess this. You know me well enough by now…Ok fine I’ll tell you…Spanking of course, and the sight of a nice cherry red bb.

Now being a Dom I have the opportunity to indulge my, shall we say…needs or wants lol, often. Since I am married to a woman with a remarkably spankable bottom, it’s all good (for me).

You see, Bree is my sub so that means when I am in the mood to turn her bb cherry red she has no say in the matter. Now before I hear the “it’s not fair” chant ringing around the subbie universe let me clarify. When you accept a Dom, you give up your bottom 24/7, either for deserved punishment or for your Dom’s enjoyment. Hence my day yesterday.

I informed Bree she would be taking a break from writing at different times. She asked why but instead of telling her I thought I should show her. Bree is a squirmier, big time, and that’s ok as she tends to move a lot but in about 15 seconds she has no energy left and is easy to hold down, lol. I hand spanked her to a cherry red. She whined a bit and was owing a lot but like I said, good to be the Dom.

Sometimes she wants it, sometimes not but whenever I feel like spanking Bree’s bottom it’s always available. I spanked and paddled her 4 times yesterday and she really did not enjoy it but I did. Which is why?…say it with me now…It’s good to be the Dom.

Thank you, it certainly is! So remember when you commit to a D/s relationship your bb belongs to your Dom. He can spank, paddle or even cane it whenever he wants and when someone is as spankable as Bree that means a lot.

Hmmm I think I need to take a break, lol.

Be good, or else…

SJ

Thanks for #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings

First and foremost happy Saturday! We’ve finally made it to the weekend, after what has seemed like the longest week ever.  Second, Thank you!! We want to thank everyone for their support, reviews and kind words over the last week. Two Guardians for Little May has been a huge success and we couldn’t have done it without you. It has only been out for a week and a half but it is by far the best selling book we have out. We’re still blown away by the numbers, rankings and the amazing start it’s had. Can’t wait to see what the next week will bring. If you’ve already got your copy of May head on over to see what other new releases and fun snippets are being shared at the Saturday Spankings Blog.

Two Guardians for Little May

Two urban cowboys, Layton Marshall, Esq. and his younger brother, Caine Marshall, MD., unexpectedly meet the girl of both their dreams in this hot, sweet menage. When their beloved father dies, the brothers discover a secret property deed and a mysterious note, which they immediately decide to investigate.

Traumatized after a brutal rape, and without any family to take care of her, twenty year old Maybelle Wright is transferred to an unofficial safe house on the shores of Lake Bridgeport, in order to recover. It is there that she meets – and challenges – the Marshall men, and learns of their plans to take over their late father’s secret life’s work: to help adult Little girls in need of parenting, structure and discipline.

Layton and Caine are smitten with May almost immediately, but when they discover her rebellious nature, and tendency to be a brat, they waste no time in showing her how they deal with unladylike young ladies – by administering her very first – and eye-opening – bare-bottom spanking.

As both brothers begin to love, look after and discipline May, she begins to open up and feel safe, protected and desirable. And they have such different personalitites that May finds her every need being fulfilled: Daddy Caine for her inner Little girl and need to be nurtured, and Uncle Layton to introduce her newly revealed inner masochist to the raw pain and excitement of BDSM. Mostly, she receives them together as lovers, and finds herself thriving as they fill every void within her – literally.

With both a Daddy and a Dom to fill every every longing in her heart, May is content to bask in their love and adore both men equally, until she is asked to choose which one of the brothers to marry in order to be given the Marshall name and legal protection.

In turmoil, she turns to Sri Adul, a psychologist and active supporter of the safe house. Can the discovery of what a mother’s love should be like give May the strength and wisdom to choose?

This book has it all: full ageplay elements, BDSM, MFM menage, medical play, anal play, F/f interaction and a real sense of what it is to be a natural Little and masochist. If any of this offends you, please do not buy this book.

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This scene shows Layton and Caine discovering a new side of Maybelle…

“Can you do it again? Smack my thighs?”

Layton obliged, leaving bright pink hand-marks on the white skin. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You like getting your thighs spanked, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“That’s four . I think we need to use the belt next time, don’t you?”

“Maybe…”

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D/s Communication

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Ok all my lovelies this is important. So sit up straight, eyes focused and read.

Communication is necessary in all aspects of life, especially in a relationship. It is, however, vital in a D/s relationship.

Online relationships are tricky. I cannot count how many times I have told a subbie something in an email or chat, only to have it misunderstood and throw her in to a subbie tail spin.

You must tell your Dom what is going on with you. For example, you are scheduled for a session but you have a headache. Do not go ahead and pretend you are feeling well. It’s unfair to you and your Dom. I would never spank a subbie who did not feel well. And no, being nauseous looking at the gauntlet does not count. For those of you who do not know the gauntlet is over 140 implements used one right after the other, but I digress.

You must also tell your Dom any emotional thing that is going on as well. This can save you drama and a sore bottom. Some subs think it’s not ok to voice your opinion. This is not true, you can voice your opinion but must do so properly. Knowing what you are going through and how you are feeling is essential to a Dom reading you correctly and determining what you need. Now, there is a fine line between being candid and whining. Don’t say I did not warn you. Being honest with your Dom, no matter the consequences, is the best way, trust me.

Just as all of you must communicate, so must your Dom. I still work on this as I hate to hurt a subbies feelings by my chat or email being misunderstood. It’s a two way street, a Dom cannot expect you to be open with him if he is not open with you.

So just remember, do not shut down…talk about it, whatever it is. It may not save you from a spanking but it can’t hurt…the communication, not the spanking, lol.

I do hope you all are experiencing D/s on some level. 0r maybe are planning to soon. Either way, communication is key in finding a Dom and sustaining a relationship.

Be good, or else…

SJ

101 Reasons to Kill Your Dom…

Yeah, Peeps, it’s me! I want to say that life is GOOD. No drama anywhere, John is playing at lots of gigs and my girls and I are having a blast watching him, and I don’t have to deal with the politics of anything since I’m writing full time. You have no idea how wonderful that feels after so many years of BS everything.  I am truly SO happy and content with where things are going

The move is FINALLY over and I am back to work getting the words that keep rattling in my brains onto paper.  Before I go off on my rant, I want to say THANK YOU for all the patience, love and support you have given me during this transition. I also want to thank you for the tremendous success of Two Guardians for Little May!  I believe this has been the best ever and it is all due to you

We also have two MORE books (King Dom Comes and Liars and Tigers Are Bared- Oh My!) in editing right now, and a third almost ready for submission. So, yes, I’ve been a Busy Bree!

Now, with the updates and the 101 ways to kill your Dom.  Bluntly, I’ve been a royal b***h with this move. Communication has been hell for everyone.  I have one nerve left and it is packed somewhere in a box in the garage. Between him and I; him and the subs; the subs and me and my fans; well… watch the video… it tells all!

John busted his butt being a tool. Yeah, poor guy was a total pack mule. It did not take long for all this lifting, loading, unloading, etc. to get old, either. And then, with the help of some friends, he brought over the heavy stuff—sans assembly toolage.  Now, most of us put hardware back in a specific place or in a bag. Nope. Not these guys. They lost half the nuts, bolts, screws, etc. that I need to reassemble everything. Yes, you heard me. I guess, guitar players and keyboardists don’t do those things. Wanna drive me nuts? Lose my tools and the hardware. Grrrr.

On the up side, I’ve lost a ton of weight during the move itself (over 20 lbs!) not counting what I lost before- and am ready for swimsuit season. Oh wait, its October…Damn. The house is totally fab and the neighborhood awesome, quiet and immaculately clean; nice big FLAT sidewalks to take the border collies walking; shopping less than 5 minutes from here (verses the thirty minute drive to the gas station at the old place); pizza delivery; cell service and internet NON-SATELLITE…OMG, the list goes on and on.  No more living off the grid. But, that also brought up some issues about change and adjustment.

So, why would I want to hang the love of my life out the window in a fishnet, dangle him over a yard full of screaming children while playing a CD of Neil Diamond singing to Kenny G sax, and spray sugar water in his face to attract bees? Lemme tell you….

  1. Dom’s don’t like being bossed around. Shocker, right? We have CARPET here so, of course, I want to keep it clean. What part of ‘take your dirty shoes off before you come in the house’ is hard to hear, right?
  2. Speaking of hearing, there is an upstairs and the insulation is amazing. Also convenient when I need him to get off the computer and do some unpacking. I got him a walkie talkie—he won’t use it. I’m starting to hate the stairs for many reasons…
  3. Stairs are for walking to and from the second floor, NOT to pin me down and spank me because he feels like it. Nope….Hard pass
  4. Stairs are also a major nuisance when you have boxes of books and oversized furniture to take up. Oh wait, that’s why I have a Tool…uh, John. How can we tell him, though, that there is no whining in schlepping!
  5. Watching TV in the new living room is NOT considered a date. I don’t care if a pizza is ordered (already getting tired of it); and no, the neighbors cannot hear him spank me down there either. Seriously, dude…
  6. I put a sign on the community bathroom- turn off the light and keep the door open when not in use. I swear, I’m going to disconnect the light and take the handle off the door. AT least he closes the toilet seat- most of the time.
  7. We have a dishwasher now (yay!) Guess where the used dishes are still going? I bought paper plates because I started plotting murder and the knife drawer is waaaaay to close..
  8. My housewarming gift… a tool set. Yep. Okay, I do like my tools and being able to fix things, but come on…although, he DID bring me home an oreo cookie milkshake (that didn’t melt before he got here). Yay being on grid again!

Told you I was being a b***h!

Seriously, he’s a great guy and he has really pushed his ancient body to get this move done for us. As much as I’ve wanted to kill the poor thing, I also want to hug him (after a shower).  My besties (Lily and Isa) are coming to visit in three weeks to warm the house (and their bottoms).  We intend to not only drive him crazy, but also spoil him rotten.  Any ideas? Other than feeding him to the killer Chihuahua-pit bull mix puppy next door…

Luvs,

Bree

Forgetful May #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings

Happy Saturday!! This week we bring you the recently released Two Guardians for Little May. We’ve been thrilled with the response the book has gotten thus far. A big thank you to all those that have left reviews on Amazon, Blushing and B&N’s websites, it helps tremendously! There are quite a few authors sharing this week over at the Saturday Spankings Blog so be sure to check them out too.

Two Guardians for Little May

Two urban cowboys, Layton Marshall, Esq. and his younger brother, Caine Marshall, MD., unexpectedly meet the girl of both their dreams in this hot, sweet menage. When their beloved father dies, the brothers discover a secret property deed and a mysterious note, which they immediately decide to investigate.

Traumatized after a brutal rape, and without any family to take care of her, twenty year old Maybelle Wright is transferred to an unofficial safe house on the shores of Lake Bridgeport, in order to recover. It is there that she meets – and challenges – the Marshall men, and learns of their plans to take over their late father’s secret life’s work: to help adult Little girls in need of parenting, structure and discipline.

Layton and Caine are smitten with May almost immediately, but when they discover her rebellious nature, and tendency to be a brat, they waste no time in showing her how they deal with unladylike young ladies – by administering her very first – and eye-opening – bare-bottom spanking.

As both brothers begin to love, look after and discipline May, she begins to open up and feel safe, protected and desirable. And they have such different personalitites that May finds her every need being fulfilled: Daddy Caine for her inner Little girl and need to be nurtured, and Uncle Layton to introduce her newly revealed inner masochist to the raw pain and excitement of BDSM. Mostly, she receives them together as lovers, and finds herself thriving as they fill every void within her – literally.

With both a Daddy and a Dom to fill every every longing in her heart, May is content to bask in their love and adore both men equally, until she is asked to choose which one of the brothers to marry in order to be given the Marshall name and legal protection.

In turmoil, she turns to Sri Adul, a psychologist and active supporter of the safe house. Can the discovery of what a mother’s love should be like give May the strength and wisdom to choose?

This book has it all: full ageplay elements, BDSM, MFM menage, medical play, anal play, F/f interaction and a real sense of what it is to be a natural Little and masochist. If any of this offends you, please do not buy this book.

detail_3039_twoguardians200x300This scene shows just what happens when a slip of the mind (possibly on purpose) gets you in the Marshall household.

Layton cleared his throat as he watched the intensity between his brother and the girl. Caine was focused and determined; May was stubborn and defiant. May alternately sobbed out her pleas for forgiveness, shouted out her promises, and cussed him to holy hell, but the spanking did not cease. Layton knew that look on Caine’s face; the one that indicated that the discipline would stop only after May yielded to the lesson that he intended to teach. She fought against him; she yelled and screamed out threats; she wept and begged for mercy and Caine calmly spanked, his hand striking her repeatedly over the darkening red cheeks. It was not until May’s struggles ceased and her cries softened, did he stop.

Caine pulled May up to face him, “You will learn that it never pays to lie to us, and that our rules are absolute for your own good. Go stand in the corner and hold that shirt up so I can see that bottom,” he ordered.

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