Role with it

Hello lovelies,

The title of today’s post is a pun (imagine that) lol. Here’s my question for you all. Do you like true discipline for real behaviors or do you prefer to have the discipline in the form of role play.

Get it? Role with it? Oh come on that’s good!

For any subbies or wannabe subbies that don’t know the difference, here’s the deal…

True discipline is just that, a real transgression with a real punishment as decided by the Dom. The sub has zero say about how, with what, how severe, etc.

Role play is a whole other animal. The situation and characters are discussed before-hand.

Lol get it? Before. Hand. Man, tough crowd.

Anyway, your Dom could be anything you fantasize about between the two of you; cop, school head master, daddy, principal, office boss. The sub could be any number of characters maid, secretary, errant wife, nurse etc. The big difference is the sub has the power here, as there are usually safe words. A lot of couples starting out, use this method to kind of get a feel of a spanking/paddling that has limits. Subbies love to grab any control they can, however, if you have truly misbehaved this type of scenario will not translate into any kind of true atonement.

So which is it? The real or the fantasy?

Be good, or else…

SJ

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A Special Visit

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I visited Daddy yesterday- it was a very special day, bittersweet, freeing and a combination of hellos and goodbyes. John was incredible and held me as I talked to my general, cried, and then commented that he had still managed to get the ‘general’s corner’ and the best view! It felt so natural and really helped heal a lost part of my heart. I left this letter for Gen G which also finished my book. I took some pictures- I blocked out his full name and personal information to protect his living family from people like the one mentioned in the letter, but still wanted to introduce all of you to my daddy. He was an incredible man and the inspiration behind the Generals’ Daughter series.

Dear Daddy,
There are so many things I want to share with you; good and bad, but first, I have to say I’m so very sorry for hurting you when I left. I couldn’t explain my reason at the time because I had to protect you at all costs, even if it meant losing the only person who made me feel safe, protected and loved. You meant more to me than I did. The night before Les transferred, he betrayed my trust and forced himself on me. He then threatened that he would report ‘us’ if I told anyone what he had done, even though you and I did nothing wrong. I couldn’t take the risk that anyone would believe the truth about you and me—people always seem to prefer to believe lies if they are more interesting, nor could I risk your future.

Please forgive me.

I’m ashamed to say that my distrust in people still exists and that you were right about the presence of those who would go to any extent to harm others in order to gain for themselves. I’ve experienced that time and time again; most recently this year in way that you would have found appalling. I just wish I had paid better attention to your lessons in dealing with these types—it would have saved me so much heartache and pain. I also wished that you had been there for me to lean on and love me through the pain and betrayal, but you have already left this life by the time I gained the courage to ask for your help.

You were the only father figure I had ever known, the only person who believed in me, and the only one who saw all the good things that I had to offer. I know my choices disappointed you, starting with my first marriage. Again, I did it to spare you from the rumors and gossip spread by the little minds and jealous peons. You were right about the man I married—I lost two more children the same way that I lost the first, through his abuse. Not having you to hold my hand during the last two deaths like you did on the first made me realize how much of your heart you gave to me. I don’t even want to go into the other things that happened–today I just want to hug you again and tell you that you were right all along about so many things.

It took a long time for me to build up the courage to finally rid my life of him. I pulled my life together and met John. I brought him to meet you today and know that you’d like him. He’s just like you, not much of a Daddy Dom (although he does try), but a wonderful, loving, caring and protective man (who lets me swear, by the way!). And yes, I give him as much of a hard time as I did you. After all, the legacy must go on, right?

You taught me so much about myself and my life, and gave me a foundation that I’ve clung to since that last day. I still have your stars and the sapphire that you bought for me, and both bring back the memories of how incredible you were to such a hurting little child who only wanted to be loved and accepted.

I’m a pediatric hospice/special needs nurse and a therapist now, and also work with the VA in domestic violence where I get to help others who are hurting and pay it forward as I have promised. My books share the things that you have taught me with thousands of readers. This letter is the final piece of a book that I wrote about us, and one that I hope will help someone out there feel a little less alone. I’m going to give the earnings to a charity who helps victims of domestic violence. I know it’s what you would have wanted.

Again, I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you the truth. I know that you forgive me; you’re still my daddy; in my mind, heart, soul and spirit and you always will be. You’ve never left me and all this time you’ve been gone, you still watched over me from heaven and just waited for me to call for your help. With this book, one I am calling The General’s Little Angel (no snoritng, now), I’m now able to fulfill all the promises I made to you. It’s freed that little girl inside of me to be happy again. I love you, Daddy, and will be back to see you again very soon.

Your Angel Forever—crooked halo and all,
Bree

Discovery

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I am off today and doing something very special…visiting an old friend, mentor, guardian and my first Daddy Dom… Gen G. Rai Karr was sitting next to me when I discovered that he had only been thirty minutes away from me for over ten years and I never knew it. When he passed away, I thought I lost the chance to say goodbye and thank him for everything he did for me, including saving my life.

Today, I am going to introduce him to John and write the final words of our book while ‘sitting on his lap’ at his gravesight. Needless to say, it’s going to be a very emotional moment, but also a wonderful one. This book, renamed The General’s Little Angel, rewakened something inside of me. Not only did I get to relive the wonderful moments with him, but I also had to face the other things that had happened… things I never had the chance to tell him.

Today, I will tell him everything..both of the past and the present.. and soon all of you will know as well. It leaves me open and vulnerable, but better that than to live in the shadow of falsehoods. He always encouraged the telling of the truth, no matter the cost, and I have decided to face the possible consequences and reveal it all.. past and present.
This autobiography will be part of the Breaking Chains series and deal with healing from betrayal, domestic violence, and physical and mental rape and what we do to survive.. and what can be done to thrive.

Love to all of you and many thanks,

Bree

Loving a Little Heart Sale

Who’s got 99 pennies to spare?

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She’s got two gorgeous men, and a serious craving for chocolate…

In this, the sequel to Breanna Hayse’s best-selling ‘Moving A Little Heart’, Baylor’s back—with double the trouble. Feisty but vulnerable Baylor Parish is pregnant with twins, which means her two daddies; stepbrothers Hayden and Jake; her Uncle Terry, and her big brother Matt are even more loving and protective of their girl than usual.

About to realize their lifelong dreams of fatherhood, Jake and Hayden decide to make their family official before the babies are born, and soon a double wedding is on the horizon for the Paterson household. A unique, polyamorous dynamic, however, calls for a very unique wedding—something Baylor is only too glad to embrace. After all, she was married before, and that traditional ceremony ended up having disastrous consequences.

Pregnancy is a time for growth in more ways than one, and Baylor is worried that her dynamics with Hayden and Jake will change now that they’re going to become parents. Can she be a mother and still explore her Little side with her two daddies? How will her changing body and high risk pregnancy affect their BDSM routine? And what will happen when a blast from her terrible past turns up on her doorstep?

Baylor discovers that two partners, two babies, an Uncle and a big brother simply result in twice as much everything; double the fun, double the worry, double the time over a strong lap, and twice as much love…

This story contains explicit content including spanking of adult women, ménage, and ageplay. If you enjoy this material, then grab a box of chocolate and let’s have some fun!


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Hey Cutie

To celebrate and simultaneously countdown to the release of Justice for Liberty each day we’ll share a new snippet along with a re-release for a special price. Today Two By Day (Three By Night) will be 99 cents. Come back each day to get a peek at Liberty and one-click ’til your hearts content!

Justice for Liberty

Justice tapped on the door. “I know you’re procrastinating. Open the door. It’s just me.”

“Do I have to?” the weepy girl asked.

“No, but I’d like you to. Please?” The door cracked open to reveal a red nose and swollen puffy eyes around a splattering of sun-kissed freckles. “Hey, cutie. May I come in?”

“There’s nothing cute about me,” she said, sitting on her bed and hanging her head.

“There is everything cute about you.”

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The Zoo

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Hello lovelies,

How are things in your domiciles? I would venture a guess not like here.

For example we have 2 new Guinea pigs, actually already quite…hmmm what’s the word…oh heck with it, they are huge lol. They are now trained to sound like an alien being tortured in a lab at area 51. Every time they hear me open the refrigerator they make that noise as they think I’m bringing them food.

Example 2, whenever anyone knocks on a TV program or there is water or heaven forbid dogs running Princess barks. To be fair she picks up a ball first so her bark is muffled, so considerate.

Example 3, I let the dogs out back and our bunny Moo Shu runs over to play. Yes our bunny loves the borders. They ignore her and she throws a fit by jumping in the air like she’s trying out for Cirque du Soleil.

That’s just in an hour or so. I swear if our beta fish starts whistling I’m going to jump off the roof!!

Be good, or else…

SJ

Barbaric #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings

We’re bringing you the continuation of last week’s snippet from His Lordship’s Lap. It’s holding steady at #1 and we couldn’t be more excited and grateful to all of you that have purchased and reviewed. You guys are awesome! Head on over to the Saturday Spankings Blog and check out everything the authors have to share this week.

His Lordship’s Lap

Smart, sassy and sophisticated, Lady Vanessa Pankhurst finds herself in hot water when she defends women’s rights and domestic freedom after personally witnessing the immoral and unethical behavior of her country’s magistrate. Her revolt takes her face to face with the Prime Minister of England whose only goal is the permanent silencing of the outspoken young rebel. Trapped in a system where she has no voice, and facing prison for possessing an opinion, Vanessa is unexpectedly rescued by the handsome, wealthy and extremely arrogant Lord Harrison Ansley.

A deal is struck, and Vanessa’s debts to the Prime Minister are paid—gold in exchange for her hand in marriage and removal from Britain. Hope for freedom is lost when she is forced to abide by the odds laws enforced in the Isle of Man that require unmarried adult females be dressed and treated as children! Despite the apparent satisfaction of the women around her, Vanessa is determined to challenge the legislation that demands corporal punishment for misdeeds, as well as alter the provision that mandatory schooling is completed prior to being permitted to wed.

First appearances are often very deceptive. In his position as both the academy’s headmaster and Lieutenant Governor, Lord Harrison impresses Vanessa with a strength of character as he stands in defense of women and their right to happiness. Unlike most of the men of his era, he also respects a keen mind and a playful spirit and encourages Vanessa to explore delights typically forbidden to women–politics, lurid poetry, and sex. His only conditions are that she controls her red-headed temper and practices respect—neither of which the stubborn young woman wishes to comply. He promises that the reward for obedience would open her body and mind to pleasures untold, but defiance would bring pain that her little round bottom might not willing to suffer when taken over His Lordship’s lap.

She soon learns that the laws imposed in the strange country have merit; at least, for some of the citizens. Vanessa uncovers a political secret that threatens to destroy Harrison, the Isle of Man, and her future. Appalled that the very obscenities existing in her native London are practiced behind the closed doors of the Head of State, she is determined to intervene and expose the wrongdoings committed by Harrison’s father and the local government. Conflicted by the need for the freedom to pursue her beliefs and the growing desire to please him, Vanessa struggles against his warning to not get involved.

How high would the price of freedom be when her heart finds an unexpected type of imprisonment called love? A decision is made that could cost her more than just her ability to sit.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of Victorian age-play, erotic power exchange, spanking, explicit sexual scenes, unusual uses of garden vegetables, and mild violence. If any of these subjects offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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“You would dare strike me?”

“Only on your naughty bottom.” The corners of his eyes crinkled.

Vanessa’s mouth hung open. “Are you suggesting that you intend to spank me?”

“Yes, and I suspect that a spanking will be a frequent occurrence if either your bad attitude and surly disposition continues on its course. There is nothing that can redirect a path of mischief than a hot, red backside.”

“That is barbaric!”

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Lesson Learned

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Smart, sassy and sophisticated, Lady Vanessa Pankhurst finds herself in hot water when she defends women’s rights and domestic freedom after personally witnessing the immoral and unethical behavior of her country’s magistrate. Her revolt takes her face to face with the Prime Minister of England whose only goal is the permanent silencing of the outspoken young rebel. Trapped in a system where she has no voice, and facing prison for possessing an opinion, Vanessa is unexpectedly rescued by the handsome, wealthy and extremely arrogant Lord Harrison Ansley.

A deal is struck, and Vanessa’s debts to the Prime Minister are paid—gold in exchange for her hand in marriage and removal from Britain. Hope for freedom is lost when she is forced to abide by the odds laws enforced in the Isle of Man that require unmarried adult females be dressed and treated as children! Despite the apparent satisfaction of the women around her, Vanessa is determined to challenge the legislation that demands corporal punishment for misdeeds, as well as alter the provision that mandatory schooling is completed prior to being permitted to wed.

First appearances are often very deceptive. In his position as both the academy’s headmaster and Lieutenant Governor, Lord Harrison impresses Vanessa with a strength of character as he stands in defense of women and their right to happiness. Unlike most of the men of his era, he also respects a keen mind and a playful spirit and encourages Vanessa to explore delights typically forbidden to women–politics, lurid poetry, and sex. His only conditions are that she controls her red-headed temper and practices respect—neither of which the stubborn young woman wishes to comply. He promises that the reward for obedience would open her body and mind to pleasures untold, but defiance would bring pain that her little round bottom might not willing to suffer when taken over His Lordship’s lap.

She soon learns that the laws imposed in the strange country have merit; at least, for some of the citizens. Vanessa uncovers a political secret that threatens to destroy Harrison, the Isle of Man, and her future. Appalled that the very obscenities existing in her native London are practiced behind the closed doors of the Head of State, she is determined to intervene and expose the wrongdoings committed by Harrison’s father and the local government. Conflicted by the need for the freedom to pursue her beliefs and the growing desire to please him, Vanessa struggles against his warning to not get involved.

How high would the price of freedom be when her heart finds an unexpected type of imprisonment called love? A decision is made that could cost her more than just her ability to sit.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of Victorian age-play, erotic power exchange, spanking, explicit sexual scenes, unusual uses of garden vegetables, and mild violence. If any of these subjects offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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“You make no demands here, little princess.” The large hand caught her on the back of her left thigh. “I will warn you that this will be the last time you feel my hand with the protection of garments.”

Her voice choked as she kicked against his hold. “You can’t mean…”

“A woman’s bare bottom is as common of the sight here as her lovely smile. Restrictive undergarments are forbidden for that reason.”

“You despicable whoremonger!”

“I fear that I’m not getting my point across to you. You are never, ever to speak to me disrespectfully,” he lectured, slipping her skirts up around her waist to display the thin cotton split drawers with ruffled cuffs.

“Unhand me!” A genuine outburst of discomfort followed the next spank. Harrison’s palm was as heavy as iron, leaving behind a hard burning sting. Several strikes followed in succession and she kicked frantically to escape. After about ten swipes of his hand, he roughly positioned her to stand between his knees and forced her to face him.

“Do you think that you have learned your lesson, Nessa? Will you keep quiet, or do I have to spank you again? I will remind you that I only gave you a sample of what I hold in the palm of my hand and that there are many, many more where they came from.  As my girls will tell you, the last place they wish to be is over their Lordship’s lap.”

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