Saturday Spankings-Readers Pick from Anieokly

 

Saturday Spankings

This week for Saturday Spankings, I was doing what I usually do. Sitting here panicking because duck!!! I forgot to write the blog post for Saturday Spankings. Again! Nothing like waiting until the last moment, huh? So I was talking to Anieokly and she suggested readers choice this week. Well, sounds good to me! So her choice is her favorite book Lost and Found. She couldn’t decide two of her favorite parts of the book so I figured, what the heck, and put them both up. So enjoy! And don’t forget to stop over at the Saturday Spankings blog to check out all of the other authors blogs. Click on the book cover to link to Blushing Books to purchase, or Amazon.

 

 

Lost and Found

Lost and Found

 

From Ch 8

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. “This is to stay in until I am done. Maybe you’ll think twice before you say anything mean to, or about, anyone else again.”

Maggie gagged. Despite the lovely scent, the French milled soap tasted far worse than she thought it would! Alan aggravated things by changing the strap for his paddle. It was not the small, oval paddle he used on his daughters, rather the one he made specifically for his wayward wife. It was long, wide and thick, with holes drilled spelling the word ‘Maggie’ against the surface. He had only used it on her once before, when she had told him where he could put his cock. And it had not been said seductively.

Maggie started begging, her mouth filled with soap. The music was peaking and she knew that he would not stop until the symphony was complete. She screamed into the pillow as the paddle impacted solidly across her already bruised flesh. She could feel welts pop up instantly. Guilt overwhelmed her when she realized how much her juvenile behavior had hurt him

 

 

From Ch 11

 

“No Bunny tonight. You are a big girl and will be disciplined like a big girl. I’m reminding you that you requested this, so I don’t want to hear any complaining.”

“Yes, Lance. I’m really sorry.”

“Stand up and turn around.”

Noelle obeyed, turning her back to Lance. He unzipped her dress and peeled it down to the floor.

“Step out of your dress, Noelle,” she held his shoulder as he removed the dress from under her feet and tossed it aside. He walked around her as she stood in her shoes, bra and panties. Lance knelt to remove her shoes, glancing up into her face to see her reaction. None yet. She was used to him dressing and undressing her as Daddy.

Standing in front of her, he lifted her chin to face him, then reached behind to unsnap her bra, pulling it slowly away. “Don’t hide from me. Put your arms down,” he ordered. He ran his hand slowly across her breasts, gently touching her left nipple. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, Noelle.” He hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and skimmed them down to her ankles, lifting each foot to free her from the material. She stood naked in front of him, the vision of perfection.

“Lean over the side of the bed, feet on the floor. Do not move.”

Shaking, Noelle obeyed. Lance’s brooding silence frightened her, and the embarrassment of her nudity made her feel completely vulnerable. She shivered as his large hand stroked lightly across the stretched skin of her bottom and her inner thighs. She started to long for the security of being across his knee with his low, firm voice lecturing her about proper and expected behavior. It was much easier to be forced to endure punishment instead of having to wait silently for it. He was right. Lance’s spankings were far worse than Daddy’s, and it hadn’t even started yet.

UPDATES IN BREE-VILLE

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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!!!

 

Luvs,

Bree

Hair Removal Quest…

 

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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!

FANTASY… How far is too far?

 

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Hey Peeps!

Bree here, coming up for air! Mr. Meanie #2 (AKA James Johnson, publisher, editor and all around bossy man) is making me edit. I hate editing, i know I have mentioned that fact once or twice…..

 

Soooo, get this. I have had several emails lately complaining that their Doms fell short to the ones in my books, and how to make them more like (insert character name). They also began to compare themselves to certain characters and wondered how to be more like them. I was like, huh? John then pointed out to me that there are people who take what contemporary authors write almost literally, and believe the fiction to be true.. Or pretty close to it. Before you scoff, please hear me out…

 

I am sure there are authors, as well as readers, who have ‘invisible friends.’ Hell, get on some of the blogs  and it is right there in front of us in black and white. Some are even using their character influences to give advice and ‘talk through’ the characters as though he/she were a real entity. I am both concerned, personally and professionally, by this as it extends beyond role play. The reason I bring this up is because from a psychological perspective, living in the pretend character can really….Pardon the expression.. Fuck with your mind. For some people, this vicarious lifestyle can become a serious illness and they become obsessed with what they want to be verses loving who they are.

 

Do any of you remember what happened back when Dungeons and Dragons came out? People became so emerged in their fictional character that they forgot how to live in the real world.  Erotica characters are no different. Moreso, because significant safety issues can come into play when someone convinces themselves to have more skill or tolerance than they truly do.

 

Have any if you ever seen the movie Nim’s Island?  Jody Foster played an author under a pseudonym who gave her all the strength and power in her fantasies. All the while she never left the house and was a total agoraphobic. By living vicariously through this character, she never had to deal with life appropriately… Ever hiding and avoiding real contact with real people. The little girl, (Nim) believed the writer of these novels to not only be a man, but also that he had the ability to do all the things in the books themselves, and summoned ‘him’ to help her while her father was lost at sea. Needless to say, when the truth was discovered, the kid was crushed. Okay, NOT the healthiest of lifestyles, right? I mean, none of us should ever put  that type of faith in an article of fiction… But sadly many, writers and readers alike, do just that.There was a happy ending… Jody was forced to discover her own, individual strengths and who she really was. She also discovered that she liked herself, and put her alter ego to rest. That says it all, right?

 

My opinion… Which I have many… Is that those if us who write about life-like characters and situations based on our own, personal fantasy, need to keep our own eyes focused on the reality of this world just as much as our readers. If we connect with an erotic character, lets say Samantha (Generals’ Daughter), her persona needs to stay appropriate and respectful of the world, the real world, around her. I firmly believe that we are responsible to provide examples of safety, healthy intimacy and appropriate consequences to our audience. We should also continue to emphasize that our work is FICTION, and for people not to use it as a reality based guide of living.  Even Guardian Domination, which was based on my life and training with SJ, had multiple fictional aspects. FYI, I love the comments about the discipline being unrealistic. Unfortunately, that was the only thing that really WAS realistic! LOL!!

 

There is a fine line, my friends, between fantasy and reality. YOU are reality. Who you are, how you live and effect others is reality. Learn to love the real you… You are your own special, unique character and don’t have to adopt the characteristic of a fictional person to be loved, accepted and wanted. And if you don’t believe me, ask Sir John!!!

 

Luvs,

Bree

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