Visit Me at Governing Anna’s Today….


suitcase girl

I took a trip over to  Governing Anna today where I am talking about age play for her Monday morning FIKA. So head on over and give Anna some love and read about Age Play from yours truly. Oh and the suitcase was not really necessary since I am not staying long. I will be back here again tomorrow.


Luvs, BreeBree

Saturday Spankings!

Saturday Spankings

Wow! Week four of Saturday Spankings! After you check out this hot excerpt, click on over to the Saturday Spankings blog to visit the other authors with great excerpts for your Saturday spanking enjoyment.


How about this? It”s an an excerpt from Lost & Found.

Lost and Found

Lance Callahan, MD, is known to his hospital staff as a man with a heart of gold. When a young woman is brought in with a gunshot wound and severe post-traumatic amnesia, Lance is just the man to care for her. No one knows who she is, where she’s from, or why she was left to perish in the unforgiving desert. Even her name, Noelle, is known to Lance only from an inscription on a necklace found in her pocket.

In his effort to help Noelle, Lance determines that due to the trauma she has suffered, the young woman requires retraining to become age-appropriate in all of her activities. Her little girl persona further shocks him when she suddenly claims him as her “Daddy.”

With nowhere else for her to go, Lance turns to his close-knit family for help, and Noelle suddenly finds herself with a new aunt and two new uncles, along with more love than she can handle. She quickly learns that there are some very specific rules in the Callahan home, for both Daddy’s little girl and Lance’s big girl, and that the consequences for breaking the rules include a very red and sore bottom!

Questions remain about Noelle’s past, and as the mystery of her origins slowly unravels, it becomes clear that Noelle has a very special secret of her own… a secret that could tear apart everything she’s learned to love, including the joy of being lost and then found by a man who’s given his heart to her.



(This passage occurs between Alan, Lance’s older brother and his wife. Alan has had enough of her attitude!)

Alan stood, “Come to me, Margaret.”
Maggie obeyed, trembling as she stood in front of her tall, well-muscled husband. He lifted her chin to face him.
“I love you. I want you to be all you were meant to be, and a mean-spirited, rude brat is not who you are. Bring me the strap.”
Maggie felt tears coming as she walked into the large closet and pulled the antique leather razor strap off the hook on the far wall. She picked up the bottle of oil and the soft cloth and handed it all to him.
“Oil it, Margart,” he ordered, arms crossed.


John fell off the bench, literally, laughing at this one. You know how people have little quirky things they do? Well, I have several…. Among them, I cannot eat a blueberry, frosted pop tart unless it is burned on the edges and then cut into six cubes after the crunchy sides are cut off (best for last)…. I have to have my butter or cream cheese spread to cover every edge of my bagel or toast…. Vanilla Creamer has to be put in and warmed up before coffee is poured….. OMG, the list can go on and on… And poor John sees it as cute.
This one, though, I never even thought about. Before Nikki left on her trip to Los Angeles, the three of us decided to have a breakfast picnic right after I got off work. She handed me an apple and I started it for her, just like when she was little. John watched us and then got the case of the giggles.
Giggles are not usually considered manly, but hell, there is no other way to describe what he was doing. He was on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that we were wondering if we had finally driven him to the brink. We ignored him, figuring it was too early for him, and went back to our breakfast. I finally understood his reaction when Nikki silently handed me an orange and I started peeling it for her…. All those years of habit were so automatic that we never realized how goofy they were. But you know what?
I love to start my baby sisters apple. The day will come when she will have someone else to start it for her, and I will miss it.
So enjoy your quirks, laugh and I hope all of you have a fantabulous weekend! As for me…. John and I have the house to ourselves!!!!




Nope, not talking about being a bitch. This is my youngest border collie… You guys have read about her in a few of my books. Well, it is cold and icky out, and the damn dog took over the bed. She decided she was not moving. She planted 33 pounds on solid stubbornness under her blankets and did not move for the rest of the morning.

Do any of you wish that you had that option? After watching how content she was, including me bringing her breakfast in bed, I decided I would give it a go…. I was going to have a puppy play day!

Puppy and Kitten play has been around the BDSM community for a very long time. It has nothing to do with beastiality rather, like age play, it allows the participants to explore different areas of their submission. Since we have never explored beyond my purring and being scratched and petted, I thought it would be a good idea to do some research through my own personal experience.

After John and Nikki laughed hysterically at me, I snarled and bit John on the arm. Not hard, mind you, but enough to let him know I was not pleased with his teasing. From that moment on, I realized that I had already broken the rules of puppy engagement.

Thou shalt not bite your master.

Yeah, that little show earned me a paddling. I tried to remind him that we never, ever strike our puppies and that he was being unfair. Both dogs yawned with boredom as he ignored my protests. They are so accustomed to this activity that they find it boring. Yeah, I know… great protectors, huh? At this point, I knew that I should have just stayed in bed, under the blankets, and cuddled with my fuzzy, warm animals. Unfortunately, John decided that exploring this type of role play would be fun and different and, after sending Nikki off to the movies with thirty bucks and the car keys, I found myself facing some leash training.

No….. Did not like it, or the fact that my two border collies felt it necessary to help. They enjoyed the new game…. Plopping down next to me for tummy rubs, trying to eat my face, shoving me out of the way when John brought me a bowl, and bringing me balls to play with. I drew the line when the older of the two grabbed my leash in her mouth and tried to take me for a walk.

No, John did NOT help. He laughed. He was having way too much fun at my expense. And so were my dogs.

I am very interested in any of you who might be involved in this type of play and your feelings, likes and dislikes, about it.

Remember, no judgements… The more educated we are about the lifestyle, the more accepting we become! You can always email me privately if you are more comfortable… I will always answer!



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