Alternative Punishments for Bad Subbies..


Hello lovelies, what? You did not know I had cages for when Bree and Nikki are really out of control?  lol I wonder how many of you bought that? Come on I am not that desade,  and anyway thats a bit big for my punishment room…

OK, so this post is about  other punishments for bad subbies. Now you all know me pretty well by now, and you know I love to spnk ..I own that with no reservations… But sometimes other means can be effective also. And  just to make a point some Doms will punish even if the skin is broken. I do not, so what to do if the sub still needs punishment? Well, A sub can be grounded. Yes you read right.  It’s rather humilliating and certainly not as effective as a bb punishment, (what is right?) but it has its place.  I also like corner time as a punishment….Now with this, you have many options. The sub can be bentover displaying her red bb, or in sub position bb up,  or the english  favorite hands on head skirt up panties down. Now I am not a proponent of some other dom methods; soaping, figging, etc.  Not judging,  just not my thing.There is also a very good punishment that involves being in sub position,I must admit I enjoy this position presented to me. BB up. Especilly if there are nice cane stripes. However to add to this humiliation,  I order the writing of lines in long hand and with a time limit..If the lines are not written in time,  the sub is in perfect position for some paddle motivation, unless the skin is broken. If thats the case,  I might play a Kenny G record or something..  I know its really desade but what can I say?

Now best case dom scenrio? For the start of a session subbie in postion bb up  and asking for discipline. Then, sound punishment session and corner time with flaming red bb, and a sincere thank you Sir apology.

It’s good to be the Dom. Be good or else…



 pouty girl

Ok, I will admit, this is my weakest area… My Achilles Heel. My poor little heart just crumbles in the face of rejection of any kind. I can make tons of excuses why, but the bottom line is insecurities. Is anyone with me?

This post is as much for Tops as it is for us Bottoms. And, as always, there is a madness to my methods…..


I have this terrible little habit of believing that, once I ask for something (often several times), if my request is ignored or forgotten, I feel rejected. Like what I asked for has no value or importance to the other person. Right, wrong or otherwise, it is how I feel.


I am going to use a recent event to illustrate things. So, most of you know my pull towards AP (age-play).  Not as a full time lifestyle, but in those moments when I am feeling the most vulnerable and beaten down. Who among us doesn’t want to be picked up and cuddled after a bad night, hmm?  And when you are told no… WOW!


I don’t know about you, but I tend to be a little oversensitive in things and it takes me a while to get over it.  The question is how?

First, we have to ask ourselves, was the request unreasonable? I mean, asking John to pick me up and carry me (given his old back and my overly ample bottom) may not be feasible. Of course, when I confront him about my belief about the reason for his refusal, he denies it left and right, up and down! I don’t know if he wants to admit that it is his back or risk my pouting by telling me I am too heavy, but seriously! Give me SOMETHING to explain why I am being denied what I want. Oh yeah, and ‘because I said so’ does NOT cut it!


The next question… Why would this hurt me so badly? What trigger did it pull? Am I just being hormonal… Or crazy… Or both? It is hard to find the source of our pain sometimes, mainly because we have pushed it down for so long that we forgot that it was there. But once we recognize it….. Open those flood gates!


The following step…. Communicating the hurt. NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING, ticks me off more than when I get the courage to say something and I am dismissed, blown off, or laughed at. Thank God SJ does none of those. But still, I know of several incidences, with myself and with friends, that this has happened. We want validation, acknowledgement, and acceptance of our hurt. It makes it so much easier to talk out when you know the person who seemingly rejected you, accepts your feelings and love you enough to help you walk through them. A good, loving Top will always seek a way to not only calm the hurts and fears of his/her sub, but will be there to help them walk through it. I always suggest that a serious Dom take some basic psychology classes. And please, for crying out loud, don’t use the reverse psychology bullshit on your subs. That only adds to the sense of invalidation and dismissal. Keep calm and don’t get defensive as she/he tries to express themselves. Your sub is trusting you to take her/him seriously and one misplaced word or gesture can put major walls up in the face of trust.


Apologies….. Ok, your poor Top (or his ancient back) didn’t really do anything wrong, but it so nice to hear that they feel bad that your feelings were damaged. A sweet, sincere apology… I’m sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to…. Goes a long, long way for trust. That simple gift will promise a lesser emotional reaction from your poor sub when the next event occurs (notice that I did not say the word IF)……..


FINALLY, it really helps to make a list of your needs and desires. I can’t expect SJ to remember all my demands, can I? Ones like…..


  • Wake me up with a spanking (not by pulling off the covers to spank me!)
  • Wake me up with sex! Mmmm
  • Pick me up and put me to bed (or finally admit that you have an old, creaky back!)
  • Learn the men’s part on ‘Tonight You Belong To Me’ and sing it with me. OFTEN!
  • Get out the legos and call me to play with you (not to just read the instructions)
  • Initiate AP more often.
  • Shock me with kinky surprises (anything goes… Like more anal play)
  • Start skipping when we go to the zoo and make me play along( Nikki here—–> don’t forget the fairy dress and flowers)
  • Take salsa lessons with me (which will help get this ample bottom in better shape, which will make your old, creaky back hurt less when you pick me up and put me to bed)
  • Make those desserts in the cookbook I bought you


This should be enough to keep MY Top occupied for a while, don’t you think? I will keep you informed!!! (Nikki—->not too much info. thank you very much)





Anders-Zorn-19-large (Just like this painting by Anders Zorn)


Hello, my sweet peeps. Hope all is good in your part of the world! I just wanted to give you an update of my soon to be published book… Painful Addiction (estimated release in about two weeks).


First, I am so sorry about the delay. As you know, I insist on nothing but the best coming out in print, so my poor editor has to deal with the DIVA and all my whining. Even though I complain about editing, I have to admit that he is thorough. It is now with the copy editor (don’t ask me what they do, but it sounds so professional!) and getting the cover designed that I am certain, true to Korey’s artwork, knock us off our chairs.


Painful Addiction is about a young woman’s struggle with, not just her little bad habit, but with her own self-esteem. Raised in a wealthy family from Beverly Hills, Brittany Wallace finds herself on her twin brother’s doorstep after being tossed out by her father for another drug bust and theft. Sergeant Brett Wallace, LASD, is reluctant to take her in, having a history of alcohol abuse himself but he does so under the promise of assistance from his new friend, and coworker, Lt. Reed Simms. Brittany soon learns that Reed has his own, special means of obtaining sobriety…. Via a well-spanked bottom! She also discovers the strength that comes when she surrounds herself with people who see her for much more than being the poor, little rich girl.


As for what is in the works…… Taking A Part!  This is aN AP story about an ugly duckling who grows into being a beautiful swan….with some help of a special friend. Camille LeCroix, the childhood star of Pippi Longstocking series, find herself all grown up and unable to find roles for ‘ugly girls.’ After being discovered by an eccentric movie producer and director, Camille is offered a role in a movie that will be written AFTER she receives life coaching by the heart throb and actor, Sean Renault.  Little does she know, but Sean plans on bringing her back into the role she was born for, an adult little girl, pippi -tails and all! More on that later!!!




Hair Removal Quest…



In my constant quest for a. losing weight, and B. Hair removal, I stumbled upon this testimonial on a facebook weight loss update. Don’t ask me what one has to do with the other but since both are on my mind quite a bit, I thought I would share. Be prepared to pee your pants while reading this. Warning, do not eat or drink while reading because I can not be held responsible for anyone ruining their computer by projectiles due to coughing fits. Nor will I accept responsibility if you choke on your lunch.


THIS IS supposed to be AN ACTUAL CUSTOMER REVIEW FROM A MAN ON AMAZON.CO.UK AFTER USING VEET HAIR REMOVAL CREAM FOR MEN. I ACTUALLY HAD TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE WHILE READING IT!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOO FUNNY!!!:After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus’s birthday as a bit of a treat.

I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types…Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.

At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn’t featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair.

Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, took the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.

This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect!

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