Decisions Made #SatSpanks

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Happy first Saturday in December, can you believe it? Only four more 8 sentence snippets to share with you this year. Not to worry there are a number of books in the works that we’ll be set to share this month and next year. In fact we’re excited to let you know that Little Lady Jane will be published on December  10th, a mere 5 day wait! I’m working on edits to Moving Her Heart and started working on the second book in the Darkness series with Carolyn Faulkner. Sooo much more to come, never fear. We’re ready to kick of this December with a spank and I’m sure many other authors are over at the Saturday Spankings Blog so check it out.

Little Lady Jane

Little Lady Jane is a unique tale of love, pain, discipline, and trust that extends across the globe. From the hard, gray lines of Victorian England to the colorful magic and mystery of India, this story unfolds with the opening of the ancient Indian book of sex – the Kama Sutra.

Jane Foster, the ward and fiancée of Marquis Philip de Courtier, never knew how the forbidden book stolen from Philip’s library would change both of their lives. For hours, she would sit on the garden swing and secretly study the pictures illustrating the ancient text. She longed to be like the beautiful, sensual women who twisted their bodies into works of art; anything other than Philip’s Little girl who needed guidance, rules, and discipline demanded by high society.

It was easy for Jane to call him ‘Papa’. She had teasingly done so for years; but as an adult, she discovered that the term came with a price- bare bottom spankings for breaking his rules. And Jane made certain to break plenty! Her rebellion grew every time he left her alone in the cold, dark manor. Rebellion that turned to resentment.

But, neither knew that the words in the Kama Sutra had taken root in their hearts- Philip through the teachings of his friend, the Raja; and Jane, through the stolen moments with her book. When he returned from latest trip to India, Jane found the confidence to express her needs. The cries of her heart were heard and, on that fateful night, Philip’s Little Janie was (temporarily) transformed into his Lady Jane.

But Jane had a secret. One she was afraid would repel Philip and make him change his mind about making her his wife. She found new friends within the Palace walls of the Raja and his family, and they helped her accept her secret with pride. She learned quickly that as much as Little Janie was loved by ‘Papa’, Lady Jane was the center of his heart and the desire of his body. She also discovered that as painful as his loving discipline was, the sexual satisfaction was even greater. Like the positions on the Kama Sutra, nothing was left for the imagination.

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This scene depicts the tail end of a lengthy discussion between Jane and Phillip upon his return from a business trip and her trip to the baths without permission.

“My mind is made up. Place your hands upon the edge of that desk.”

Jane looked at him with confusion. Her eyes widened as she saw him remove a slender rattan walking cane from the far wardrobe. She had never been struck in punishment before and her heart pounded fearfully.

“Please, Philip! I swear I shall behave. I will make you proud,” Jane begged, backing away.

“Yes, you will, my dear. We will have many changes here.”

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Coming Soon!

2:00 Appointment

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Hey Y’all!

Now, everyone know all about John’s ‘reminder’ appointments, right? Yeah, yeah…2:00… bring an implement…bend over the knee… all to help keep our marriage exciting and healthy, right? Yeah, you believe that poppycock as much as I do. But, I digress…

A dear friend of mine was asking me about why this lifestyle is so important to me, and why (in the hell) would anyone put up with anyone (John) spanking me.

I believe that everyone who reads my books and this blog are wired with some sort of mechanism that makes the backside tingle. It tingles when the ‘s’ word is used; when they watch a scene in a movie; when their eye falls instantly when a paddle or rug beater is present in an antique store; or when they hear the sound of a belt being pulled from a pair of pants and the jingling of the buckle as it’s folded in half… (how many of YOU just got that tingle? Hmmm?)

I wrote her this email. The contents are very personal and I am sharing them because you, my readers, already know everything about my hopes, dreams and fantasies every time you open one of my books:

Mmmm, I love 2:00- 2:15—2:20 appointments, lol. I had a very interesting thing happen to me this time and I hope it’s okay that I share it.

Now, you know this (our 2:00 appointment) is all in light hearted ‘play-‘ not serious training or anything. And John is getting used to hunting me down (in a closet, under the bed, in the bathtub…) and having to ‘instill some discipline into my wayward bottom’. hee heee heeee

I hit subspace pretty damn fast, so I really don’t feel much of anything- unless he goes really quick. Well, I sassed about today, and he decided he wanted to make me squirm. I can’t get away from him- he’s really strong- but I reached a point that all I wanted to do was to call out Daddy. Not FOR Daddy, just Daddy. Weird huh?

I stopped him- things like this are important- and told him what had happened. He was so sweet and asked why I didn’t (call out Daddy). I told him I didn’t want her (my Little) to be hurt again. He said he never has hurt her and he never will, and held me as I cried! Yes, I actually cried.

Then he started to leave and I told him he can’t keep me hanging emotionally, and that he needed to take me one way (little) or the other (big) but not suspend me between the two. So he did. I felt nothing- and he used a thick school paddle. I’ve been in subspace bliss, but never like this before. The rest is TMI, but here is the point-

That is why I do D&S. That is why I submit. Something inside of me was freed today.

And no, my ass still doesn’t hurt. 🙁

Luvs,

Bree

Baylor’s Move #WIPitUp Wednesday

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We’re so happy to be apart of the WIP It Up Blog Hop again this week. Over at the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog, myself and the other authors get to share with you bits and pieces of their works in progress. Small but yummy glimpses into the future of your kindle! We can’t wait to see what everyone has been writing as I know I’ve been busy writing. I am happy to report that editing is near completion on Little Lady Jane so I can almost put a neat little pin in it.

Moving Her Heart

Baylor Parish, is trying to start a life of her own. Free from whiney husbands, overbearing family and oppressive conditions. Following her divorce she moves as far away from Los Angeles as she can. Although she moves to get away from anyone and anything she finds herself meeting up with Hayden Paterson almost immediately. She finds herself living next door to Hayden and his three roommates who instantly begin making her feel welcome and coming to her aide, much more than she likes. This story of course has spankings galore but also has elements of age play.

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“Let me help you with that,” a man with a soft English accent said from behind her. Baylor turned to watch him place a cooler filled with ice-cold water bottles on the ground, wipe his hands off on his jeans, and extend it to her to shake

“Hayden Paterson, ma’am. Welcome to our little neighborhood.”

“Baylor Parish. Oh, thank you,” Baylor looked at the tall man with surprise as he handed her a bottle of water and proceeded to pull the large box from the truck bed. Baylor forced a smile. The last thing she wanted was a nosey neighbor; it did not matter how cute he was! She had sworn off men for good this time. “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine.”

“Pleasure is mine, Miss Baylor. Drink up. It’s still too hot in the day to be doing this kind of work. Why don’t you take a break and wait a couple of hours for that sun to disappear?” Hayden asked, glancing around.

“No time. Gotta turn the damn truck back in and then go back for the rest. I hate moving.”

“Don’t you have anyone helping you?” the man asked with a frown.

“Nope, just me.” Baylor sighed, watching as he easily lifted a heavy box out of the truck and placed it neatly on top of another.

“That is gonna change right now,” Hayden said with a grin. “Lemme get out of my jeans and I’ll be right back.”

“No, that’s okay. I can…”

He was gone. Damn! Baylor slapped the hot metal of the cargo bay wall. Why can’t I just live in peace without people interfering? Her eyes widened as Hayden returned, dressed in shorts and a tank top. She chugged her water in an attempt to study him without being obvious. Nicely tanned and clearly either a workout fiend or genetically blessed, Hayden had a smile that oozed with boyish charm that melted Baylor’s heart quicker that the sweltering heat. She had to admit that it was nice having some eye candy for once instead of the beer-bellied, lecherous old busybodies from her old neighborhood.

He chatted casually as he resumed unloading the truck into the garage, his arm muscles bulging as he lifted the contents and stacked them neatly against the wall. “You really shouldn’t be doing this kind of work on your own. It’s too heavy and you can hurt yourself. Don’t you have any friends to call on?”

Baylor bit her lip, catching the subtle question. “I just got divorced and people become scarce when they feel they have to choose between the couple. Or the family. No biggy.”

“I hate when that happens. It leaves a person feeling quite isolated.”

“After being involved with my ex’s family, I like being isolated,” Baylor commented. “You really don’t have to be doing this.”

“Of course, I do! My job is to rescue damsels in distress,” Hayden chuckled.

“Are you a fire-man or something?”

“Close. I work with the Barstow Desert Team SAR unit. I got transferred out here about a year ago from northern Washington.”

“SAR?”

“Search and Rescue. We’re a specialty division that employs all environment survival experts. We specialize in saving people from themselves,” he said with a chuckle.

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Marks

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Hello lovelies,

I do hope as you read this at least a few of you are red or at least have sore bottoms, which brings me to my post…marks pro or con?

Marks are inevitable, especially in a severe session. Redness is always a factor but marks can vary depending on the sub. Some subs mark easily, some not so much. Most of the subs I have sessioned with or trained say they like to see marks on their bottom, especially after a severe session. They feel if they are going to suffer that much pain they want something to show for it, lol.

Marks can vary as well. A heavy school paddle can bruise deeply, while a cane or rug beater will leave surface welts. Even leather can mark. In particular whips of various lengths and thicknesses. The thinner ones leave long thin welts while the heavier ones mark wider and deeper.

Some subs even like extreme marks, even to the point of blood being produced. I am not into that but different strokes…literally, lol. Also remember a Dom is not being cruel if you mark, it just means that is the result of your punishment for a particular behavior.

If any of you are looking for a Dom, one of the questions you need to ask is ‘Does he mark in a session?’, then you need to figure out if that’s what you want. A marking session is much more painful than a red bb one. Sometimes subs feel marks are a deterrent and avoid them at all costs. Others, as I have said, not only want them but need them to show that they indeed were really punished.

So lovelies where do you come down on the issue? Have you ever been really marked, not just red but bruised or welted? If so did you enjoy that feeling and that sight or not?

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Anyway it was on my mind so thought I would get all your takes on this as I do love to hear from you. Marks may be in your future, so…

Be good, or else…

SJ

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