Saturday spankings…


Saturday Spankings

This week, for Sat spanks, we thought we would bring you something from Game Plan. Bree is currently writing the third book in the series, End Zone. A little behind our hopes or a one year anniversary party but oh well. You cant rush the muse. After reading the excerpt, please check out the rest of the authors from the Sat Spanks Blog. There are some great authors there with hot excerpts and every week there are more and more new authors contributing so be sure to look, you never know what you may find.


The Game Plan

“Let me take care of you. Lay over my lap.”

“No! I mean, I’ll be fine.” Cassie flushed.

Rob shook his head. “Promising to obey me doesn’t mean arguing every time I tell you to do something. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Feeling the blush rise, Cassie obeyed. She squeaked as the jeans were edged over her swollen bottom, followed by the pale pink panties. She stiffened as his finger traced the outline of the paddle bruises.

“I know these smart. Let’s see if this helps. It’s just aloe,” he cooed, rubbing the ointment gently into her aching skin. She felt a new fire start to build as his touch grew more and more insistent, exploring ‘unbruised’ regions, including that of her bottom hole. He did not penetrate her, merely massaged inside the silky, pink crevice. The delightful tingling grew rapidly, spreading through her entire body.

“Spread your legs for me. You know this feels good. Don’t be embarrassed,” he urged, nudging her soft thighs apart so he had more room to explore. He dipped his finger deep into her willing, waiting womanhood, caressing her gently and probing her thoroughly. She was so tight and so incredibly wet. Her scent was heavenly, warm and enticing. He couldn’t wait to taste her. She started to squirm against his touch, the heat of her desire building up deep inside of her.


Pretty hot right? If you want to purchase The Game Plan or Time Out you can get them at the following places:

Blushing Books


Barnes & Noble


Feminism Starts With The Word Feminine…



Hi Peeps!


I have been getting tons of private emails lately asking a very specific question…

How does D&S affect women today who are ‘feminists‘?  Thanks to a friend of mine, Julia, from waaaaaay far away, I wanted to bring up this discussion from the viewpoint of your friend, a fellow submissive, a psychologist, and a ‘feminist’, per se.


I must first emphasize to be very careful as to where you get your information as you explore the ins and outs of this lifestyle. Blogs are fun, but keep in mind that many who talk the talk, do not walk the walk. There is a huge difference between fact and fantasy, so try to limit your exploration to those who actively live the lifestyle, not just play or talk about playing. How do you know? Well, besides asking, read what it written. No sub would ever disrespect his/her Dom by constantly talking about their sexual relationships, especially in explicit detail, or presenting herself poorly to others. See who talks with who… And what influences them the most. A strong sub will not be sucked into others games. I know this sounds like I am scolding… But one of my pet peeves are the posers…


Let us start with the definition of feminism. It is a collection of movements and ideologies aimed at defining, establishing, and defending equal political, economic, and social rights for women.This includes seeking to establish equal opportunities for women in education and employment.

It is NOT saying that women are the same as men. Um, take a look down south…. Our physical body shows that. Are we as good as men (or better then some)? Yep. But, we are NOT men. Good thing, too. They are too hairy…. And I hate shaving.

Unfortunately, the movement has altered so much that women proclaiming themselves as feminists have started to believe that it means they are not to submit to any man, or allow any man to care or show old-fashioned respect to. They scoff at men who offer to carry their bags, pay for meals, open car door or pull out their chairs. To you gals… Well, all I can say is you are really missing out. Nothing in this world makes a woman feel more powerful  than when a man is ready and willing to do things for her!!! EVERY MORNING, John, my big, bad Dom-man, brings me coffee and breakfast in bed. Yes, he does! He massages my back every night before bed. He helps with housework, runs errands, fills my car…. Name it. His actions make me feel very powerful, and very submissive.


Bottom line is that the proclaimed feminists submit themselves STILL in everyday life.. Whether it be in their jobs, paying bills, obeying laws…. Submission is not confined to physical interaction in the vanilla world. Punishment is meeted out in different ways… Being fired, paying fines, going to jail. In the DS household, the couple determines that, in lieu of yelling or the silent treatment, the top takes authority and has her pay the price, via her backside. Much quicker, yes? and those of us involved in true DS marriages, there is never any fighting, name calling or otherwise destructive behaviors. It is based on respect and honor, something many feminists have forgotten in the process of trying to ‘rule’ the world.

Dont get me wrong… As you know, I am highly educated, independent and have a world experience that most women dont. I have served in the USMC armed forces,, work as a nurse and professional counselor, and have a strong, healthy relationship with my husband, who I have the deepest and utmost respect for.. As both a human being, and my mate. He is brilliant, caring, compassionate, and spoils the hell out of me. Now, tell me, what woman could refuse that?

Those who call themselves feminists have sadly forgotten the one word.. Feminine. There is nothing wrong with being feminine. That is how we were designed. It does not mean we are weak. Quite the contrary. The lioness does all the hunting, and God help anyone who enters the lair of a honey badger mama! No, we are strong, intelligent, independent, and assertive women who bust our asses in a world largely dominated by men who, equally sad, see us as below them. Doms, the men in DS relationship, are different, we are their equals, their partners.. To be cherished, protected in their own male dominant way, and cared for. Our femininity merely allows them to do what comes naturally to their own design. They become lions. You don’t see the lionesses complain when her neck gets nipped by her lion, do you? Feline D&S!

So spanking… Beside the obvious sexual component involved, the psychological and physical aspects play a tremendous role.

Let us address stress. Todays feminist still has to work twice as hard to be considered half as good as her male counterparts. Because of this, she comes home stressed, uptight, and often angry. In the vanilla household, she throws tantrums, drinks, gets nasty….among some ways she expresses her emotional stress. Even healthy stress management, like exercise, often fails to provide an emotional escape. This is where the DS relationship differs. He talks to her, yes.. But reminds her there are consequences to ill behavior. The spanking is invited, the feeling of his control over her body and emotions allows her, for that moment, to relinquish the pain of her day. Tears provide both an emotional and chemical release of the stress, the feeling of being dominated but someone she loves and trusts… Knowing he desires what is best for HER… Provides a sense of comfort and belonging. Every smack that lands upon her bottom is a declaration that he believes in her.. He belongs to her… He will fight for her….

What woman would not want that, either?

I can just speak through my own personal experience that living in a vanilla relationship does not work for me. Been there, done that, have divorce papers to prove it. I am too strong of a women to have a mate who cannot understand my need for safe release without mockery, which is what so many of these poor women fear. I love being a woman. I love my strengths and I love that John sees, and encourages, them. I also love that he honors me enough to make certain I stay focused on my own personal path, and that he will not allow me to disappoint myself by straying from it. He disciplines me to keep me focused on what is good and right in our relationship and my own personal growth. He is strong were I am weakest, and is secure in himself to allow me to be strong for him as well.

One more time… What woman would not want this?


As you see, I am pretty good at giving lectures (move over James Johnson, my dear publisher, editor and friend!)  One day I hope to be invited to conferences to do this face to face!!! Oh, and all of you might be excited to learn that John and I have started on our book…

D&S.. Top to Bottom

It is a full training manual for people interested in the lifestyle and will include every aspect we can think of!






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Do I DARE? YES!!!…….and A CONTEST!!!



Dare to Defy is DONE!! I sent it to the publisher last night. Oh man, put on your seat belts and grab hold, because this one will take you to a place you haven’t been with me yet! I can’t even begin to tell you all the yummy, naughty things hidden in this book. I have to say, though, it is probably the hottest one I have written so far!!! Even I had to take several breaks to cool off a bit. Poor SJ!!


Just a word of warning…. If you are the type who feels sorry for the villain and does not like the delivery of justice, don’t read this book! The villain is pure evil, and there are several violent and somewhat graphic scenes that will cause the readers to sit on the edge of their seat and wait for the final reckoning.


If you don’t like sex or spanking, well….. What can I say? LOL!!


Dare to Defy is pure fantasy, set in a time and place of old where hope was the source of magic and dragons were a source of hope…



Daynel, the princess of the northern kingdom, is informed that she is to marry Ethan, the prince of the south. When his cruel and evil nature is discovered, Daynel flees under the guidance of her brother, the crown prince and his wife, the High Priestess. They encourage her to have faith and trust that the gods will come to her aide, but Daynel believes only in herself and her sword. If it is not seen, it does not exist….

But what begins to happen in her dreams is very real… The sensations as a massive dragon warrior devours her body with lusty need… The depth of the bond they form while making love in the heavens… And the submission she offers while positioned under his mighty hand for discipline that leaves her both sobbing and aching for his touch…

She awakens each time and begins to long for him in the real world. Does he truly exist? Is he the one who is summoning her to join his battle against the Darkness?

When Ethan’s evil begins to claim the hearts of her subjects, Daynel turns to her last hope. Her dragon priest. He comes to her and claims her as his mate. His demands upon her body are great, yet she dares defy every instruction given, much to her bottom’s grief. But he is relentless as he urges her to reach for her power as the future High Priestess… Power that can only be captured through pain and absolute submission. Power that will set both her, and his, people free.


How she could feel every inch of the long, lean body of a darkly tanned man that pressed against the alabaster paleness of her own, the light and darkness blending into one as their limbs meshed together in sexual fervor. The man engulfed her mouth, tasting her as his rough hand slid boldly up the length of her thigh, hip and to the side of her breast. His fingers brushed over the pink nipple and the tiny nub jumped to attention as though startled awake following a long slumber. Her neck arched, inviting his lips to the delicate flesh of her throat. His long fingers grazed the tender skin, preparing it for his caress. A soft moan whispered from her throat as his mouth sucked her skin gently, slowing turning her body until his teeth sunk gently into the base of her neck. 

She arched her back like a cat, offering herself to a deeper bite and a claim of ownership.  Between her thighs, her wetness built and the scent of desire permeated the air. The man growled as he ran his long fingers along her moist slit and he plunged his tongue between her teeth, drinking her as before. He then suddenly pulled away, staring into her face from arms distance as he held her upper arms in his his grasp. Deep, violet eyes flashed with anger and Daynel released a loud plea through silent lips. Her body was effortlessly lifted and placed across solid thighs as big as tree trunks, and she felt her exposed posterior being hoisted up by the knee beneath her pelvis… Her body froze with anticipation as the mountainous man lifted his right palm high before descending into a vibrating clap as it flattened onto the snow-white peaks of her hindquarters. She lifted her head to cry out protest and a second slap was released, blanching the sweet underside of the gentle curve of her right cheek. The man’s lips moved as he again discharged a third, fourth and fifth iron-palmed swat upon the unprotected softness of her bottom. He appeared to be scolding her, but his words were unheard. 

Daynel held her breath, her chest tightening as she continued to struggle against him. His massive arms readjusted her across his lap, and pushed her head closer to the floor. His fingers probed the copious juices flowing from her body and slipped inside her. A smile broadened his face as her virgin muscles clutched hungrily to his thick digit, and he pressed deeper within her. Daynel lifted her bottom higher to allow his hand access to female treasures, and mewed as the tip of a finger began to circle lazily upon the tiny head of her swollen nub. 


And now for the contest! OK, so you don’t really need to do anything special to enter this contest. Just leave a comment. In comment, answer these questions:

1. What do you think of this new story?

2. What is your favorite Breanna Hayse book?

3. A shout out if you love Nikki. Woot woot!


If you have a blog or facebook page and share this post on there, email Nikki for an extra entry. So one comment on blog and an extra entry for reposting on FB or Twitter, etc. We will randomly draw a winner and that lucky person will receive Dare To Defy (ebook) in whatever platform you want. If you do not want Dare, we are happy to substitute with any other Breanna Hayse book.


Dare To Defy….And Help Save Me From Crazy Cleaning Lady!



Hi peeps, thought I would drop in to say hello and give a little update about whats going on around here.

First of all, Bre has been suffering from “allergies”. I never heard of allergies causing someone to lose their voice and have a raging chest…cold? But what do I know? She says it was allergies, so it was allergies. Luckily for us, she managed to keep writing through it all and OMG her next book. It is the ducking bomb! It is called Dare to Defy and it is so damn hot. All I can say is hold on to your__________. This book is gonna make you need to change your panties a couple times. haha Shhhh! Don’t tell SJ I said that.

The other thing we have been doing is spring cleaning. Can I just say Bree is crazy? I have never seen so much shit being tossed out. Salvation Army, god bless you for coming and taking it all away. Bree is one of those people that gets into something and just goes nuts with it. She is determined that all of the spring cleaning and organizing will be finished prior to our vacation-which starts on Monday! Hmmm….Wish us luck. Lucky for me, I am off to LA with friends for the weekend so I can get out of some of what I lovingly refer to as Hayse Crazy Town. lol

So, thats about all thats happening around here. Hope you all are enjoying your spring and you don’t have a crazy slave driver making you clean.

Love, Nikki

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