Strictland Academy Just Released

We are happy to announce the release of Strictland Academy: The Darkness Series, Book One. Follow girls imprisoned in a reform school run by a staff who demands obedience, pain and pleasure. 

This is brand spanking new and you can find it on Blushing Books immediately. It will be on Amazon and Barnes & Noble very soon. As always check the Available Books page for the latest books published as well as links to your favorite book retailers.
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Foreword from Breanna Hayse:

Every day, authors of erotica receive emails asking for something different… Forbidden fruit, taboo, stories made up from hellish nightmares. Readers begging for characters like Vlad the Impaler, Pinhead, and Hannibal Lechter are flooding us with the challenge to step outside the box filled with teddy bears and bubble gum, and dive into something beyond the imagination.

We are reminded that darkness lurks inside the minds of all of us, and that many people, even the most gentle of souls, are fascinated with things of horror, are drawn to the forbidden, and delight in fear. When Carolyn approached me with the challenge to meet her in this place, I balked. Did I have the courage to sail down this river with her? If I did not, how would I ever see what lay hidden in the recesses of my own imagination? So I met her challenge…

This book is not for the feint of heart, or for anyone looking for a warm fuzzy to cuddle up to next to a crackling fire. True to the title, The Darkness Series, this is the first installment that will allow thousands of reader fantasies to be put to pen and paper. It is not a tale of romance, rather that of survival. Does good always overcome evil? Only time will tell…..

Beautiful, but rebellious young women are sentenced to an indefinite time to a privately run ‘reform school’. Unknowingly, the staff has a vicious appetite for obedience, pain and pleasure. Strictland Academy follows the horrifying journey in both the pain, and the pleasure of some of these women. They face sadistic matrons bent on teaching them to be ‘proper citizens’, embarrassing and oftentimes, painful medical exams, and the never-ending fear of being married off to a ‘worthy man.’ Their only hope of escape comes in the form of a kind, but determined, psychiatrist, and the girls’ ability to survive.

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A First Encounter…Act 2

Hello lovelies , The last act in our play was a phone conversation, and my last words were ..I will meet you at 5:00 PM sharp, in front of the restaurant. Do not be late, I have a brush in my car. So we pick up from there…

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Act 2

You:  Yes Sir ( ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! what am I doing? I am insane right?  Hmmmm maybe the brain tumour thing is really a possibility. Argh! OK enough, got to get ready,I have 3 hours no problem).

You shower and before you get dressed, you look in the mirror. Immediately you google Ripley’s Believe It Or Not, for fastest weight loss.

You: (Come on one hour- come on just 10 lbs in a hour. Ugh, no luck!).

You look fine, but you feel your bottom needs its own zip code . You put on your makeup and do that smoky thing to your eyes and get dressed.

You: A garter belt? Who wears this now a days? Geez, I am not wearing this. No way. Five minutes later you have the garter belt on, stockings, panties,  wrong color but still.. Simple top and jacket because as Mr. Dom Man says ..”I could care less about how you look from the waist up”. Hmm.. OK, now panic attack in your mind. Oh god  I can’t do this. Not only meet a stranger, well kind of, but bare my bottom and get a real painful spanking on top of everything else? No no!!

You stumble around the apartment running into walls, pounding your fists, and then suddenly all motion on stage stops. From back stage, a distant sound like angels singing is getting louder. The stage is bathed in golden light and out of the corner of your eye you see it, the holy grail. Nirvana. The promised land. Yes! Now you can go on, now you can be strong, because you have, angelic choir sings Hallelujah Chorus, candy!! You pop a small butterfinger into your mouth. Slight foodgasm. Throw four more small assorted bars in your purse and you are off. GPS is working, you have plenty of time. You even have gas in the car! Alright you are feeling good. You can do this, in fact, you will probably be early.

You: No!!! Detour!!! Why lord why? Gridlock today, of all days. You pound the steering wheel and yell out loud, come on you idiots move it! I have to get spanked!

Seems you were yelling really loud and your window was kind of open. The car next to you has a family with their mouths hanging open. The women holding her sons ears.

You: Great. Just perfect. The traffic starts to move. And then there it is, and you are five minutes early. I made it!! The valet comes up and opens the door and you jump out like you are on fire take the ticket and throw him your keys. Ow! He says loudly.

You: Sorry, uh, I will tip you big later. Ok you are outside and its three minutes to five, but no Mr.Dom. (If he stands me up,I will find him, and hurt him, and then kill him). Suddenly a figure is approaching. Not really tall, but not short. Not really walking, more like gliding like an animal. Dressed all in black. (God, don’t let that be him. Don’t let that be him. Don’t let that be him)

SJ:  Hello

You: (Oh god its him) Uh, hello Sir.

SJ: On time, impressive, shall we?

SJ opens the door and we walk in in.

You: (Shall we? Said the spider to the fly). (The eyes, oh boy. Kind of like, really blue and really nice, but scary. and my head is exploding oh god maybe it is a tumor)

The waitress comes over to take a drink order

You: Yes uh, lets see, is there such a thing as a double long lsland ice tea? No? Of course not, sorry. (Why am I babbling) Uh just the regular Long Island ice tea.

The stage goes dark. Only two intense blues eyes are seen.

You: (oh that look is not good, not at all. Uh, what did I do?  I ..ok drink. OK I got this).

You:  I meant a regular iced tea. I was confused. You see, I was thinking about Long Island and tea and well you know, just kind of put them together. But no, alcohol  is really bad. (ok could I appear like any more of a lunatic? And its not helping that Mr. Dom has this crooked smile which is quite unnerving).

The waitress leaves in total confusion.

SJ: OK, relax. It’s alright. I know you are  a little freaked out.

You: (Yeah like the crew of the nostromo were freaked out when the alien popped out of that guys chest ewe! but Mr. Dom’s eyes are really kind, and hes nice. Why does he have to be so nice?)

You talk, relax over dinner, even laugh.

SJ: OK I want5 you to do something for me .

You: Yes sir

SJ: Go to bathroom and remove your panties. Come back and sit on your bare bottom touching the seat while I order coffee.

You: (Oh sure Mr. Dom, perv much? Know what? I am out of here. Thats it buddy, no way no how) Yes sir.

In the bathroom…(Am I really doing this? I am, but why? Whats going on? Maybe he slipped something in my drink. Yeah, oh man maybe some weird hypo drug which makes zombie subbioes out of strong women) 

Back at the table

SJ: Do you know why I had you do this?

You: Uh, no Sir

SJ:  I’ts a test of your willingness to obey. And also to show you, you have no control when you are with me, clear?

You:  Yes Sir, I think so (yeah clear you are a big dom head meanie)

The check comes, SJ pays and we leave.

SJ: I am going across to the hotel. Meet me in the lobby

You: Yes Sir (How does he move like that? Maybe hes a vampire).

You give your ticket to valet. The guy brings you your car and has a band aid over his eye where you hit him with your keys.

You: Oh sorry! So sorry.

You tip him $10.00 and debate on whether to tell Mr. Dom what you did. Walking into the lobby you see he has the key and you both get in the elevator. Room 2012 may as well be in the tower of London.

You: Uh, Sir,

SJ: Yes?

You: Sir, whats in the suitcase?

SJ: I told you implements would be used. Some of your book requires more than just my hand young lady.

You: (ok don’t faint. Young lady. Those eyes and a case of torture items. Sure, just a usual Saturday night).

SJ: Ok, when you enter, go to the corner and stand with your hands on your head. Do not speak unless given permission. Am I quite clear?

You: Yes Sir.

I open the door you walk to your position. You hear me lock it, and you can only think of one thing.

You: (come on, brain tumor !!!!!!! )

Act 3 next week.

Be good or else.

SJ

The Uncomfortable Questions

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Sigh, of course I get to be the one to respond to the question regarding physical preparation for a session!  Sir John turned beat red (haha) when He was recently asked, What do I do if

Okay, we are all adults here or, at least, a reasonable facsimile thereof, right? So let’s just be blunt.

Ladies, it happens, okay? We will start our period, we will let loose with a loud (and sometimes aromatic) butt bubble, we might even wet ourselves in the process of trying to escape the Mighty Hand of the Meanie Man.

Gentlemen, you will get an erection, you might even ejaculate if your Dom/Domme has your penis trapped between the knees, and we all know that you are no strangers to butt bubbles.

Preparation:

  1. Don’t eat gas forming food at least 12 hours before your session. In other words, don’t load up on broccoli, cauliflower and chili if you are planning a session that day.
  2. Do a Fleet enema if you are concerned, especially if your Dom/Domme practices anal punishment. It makes it way nicer for both of you. Do this several hours before or you might have some oopsss…
  3. Keep excellent hygiene. Okay, do I have to say it? Shower, shave, use baby powder or corn starch between your butt cheeks! You might laugh, but let tell tell you there is nothing worse to me then my hand smelling like butt sweat after I do a session (I know! euw!). Plus, it feels good. A nice Dom will even sprinkle it on you.  I don’t have a nice Dom….Just sayin…
  4. Did I mention showering?  The sense of smell is heightened during a session, so this goes for the Doms/Dommes as well. If you reek of onions, last night’s garlic bread and body odor, you will not only throw off the concentration of your partner, but you risk the possibility of loosing the relationship. How?  Think of what you would do to escape the scent of something that makes you nauseous and you are too nice to say anything? Would you ever want to go back and risk it? If you are anything like me, it is such a turn off that I don’t even care about the session. John does not touch me with dirty hands, unbrushed teeth, or a stinky lap, nor do I give myself to him like that. Excellent hygiene shows respect to both the Dom and the sub.  There are always extenuating circumstances…Like the car being pulled over because you told your Dom he was a jerk off… But generally, you know when you are gonna get it. Be respectful.
  5. The environment. Again, hygiene is vital. If your hands are planted on a filthy floor or there are creepy crawly things moving around, how healthy is that? Plus, OMG, the worst is a mildewy carpet. No way do I want to be breathing that in as I am OTK with my face close to the floor. Again euw.
  6. Communicate with your Dom/Domme if you are menstruating. Why? Start with the obvious. You probably have a plug up there and if you spring a leak, you don’t want to give the poor guy a heart attack making him think he caused internal damage. Also, a woman’s sensitivity and ability to mark will often change with her cycle. My sense are heightened and I am more emotional, so if Mr. Mean Jeans doesn’t know that I am hormonal, he can’t adjust accordingly. And yes, they do care about that stuff.
  7. Appearance. Again, clean clothing, brushed hair (pull it into a ponytail and off your neck, reduces the sweating and gives him something to hold other than your earlobe).

I always looked at sessioning like going on a date, not always a good date either, but the same care in prepping.  Taking the time shows that you care about your partner, and that you respect the situation you are both in.

Oh, and Doms? A nice Dom will rub unscented cold cream or lotion afterwards to show you care. I don’t have a nice Dom…Just sayin…

Luvs,

Bree

Strictland Academy #SatSpanks

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The first in the Darkness Series is nearing its final stop in the production process. Strictland Academy, the first in the series, is a collaborative effort between Bree and Carolyn Faulkner. It is definitely something new, different and a little forbidden. Here is a small taste of what is to come, as always check back for updates and snippets as we near the release. Before you get to far into your relaxing weekend (hopefully) make sure to stop by and see what’s happening at all the other authors participating on the Saturday Spankings Blog.

Strictland Academy

From Breanna Hayse:  Every day, authors of erotica receive emails asking for something different… Forbidden fruit, taboo, stories made up from hellish nightmares. Readers begging for characters like Vlad the Impaler, Pinhead, and Hannibal Lechter are flooding us with the challenge to step outside the box filled with teddy bears and bubble gum, and dive into something beyond the imagination.

We are reminded that darkness lurks inside the minds of all of us, and that many people, even the most gentle of souls, are fascinated with things of horror, are drawn to the forbidden, and delight in fear… When Carolyn Faulkner approached me with the challenge to meet her in this place, I balked. Did I have the courage to sail down this river with her? If I did not, how would I ever see what lay hidden in the recesses of my own imagination? So I met her challenge…

This book is not for the faint of heart, or for anyone looking for a warm fuzzy to cuddle up to next to a crackling fire. True to the title, The Darkness Series, this is the first installment that will allow thousands of reader fantasies to be put to pen and paper. It is not a tale of romance, rather that of survival. Does good always overcome evil? Only time will tell…..

In a harsh, nightmarish, dystopian future, beautiful, but rebellious young women are sentenced to an indefinite time to privately run ‘reform schools,’ staffed by those who likely do not have the young women’s best interests always at heart. Strictland Academy follows the harsh journey of these inmates, through both the pain and the forbidden pleasure. They face cruel matrons bent on teaching them to be ‘proper citizens’, embarrassing and oftentimes, painful medical exams, and the never-ending fear of being married off to a ‘worthy man.’ There only hope of escape comes in the form of a kind, but determined, psychiatrist, and the girls’ ability to survive.

**Publisher’s Note:  Strictland Academy is a severe erotic fantasy set in a harsh dystopian future.  It features explicit erotic elements, including medical play and prison punishment elements.  If severe punishment stories offend or disturb you, please do not read.

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 Still unable to loosen the bonds, Molly concentrated on trying to stand.  She was able to rise to her knees just before the heavy door abruptly opened and permitted the entrance of three severely-dressed older women with high-collared, shapeless black dresses, black sensible shoes, and black hosiery.  Their hair was pulled up into tight buns, causing the skin of their faces to stretch.  They were followed by a pale, sickly looking gaunt man, also dressed in black, who tapped a small black leather-bound book continuously against his thigh.

Without one utterance, one of the women captured Molly’s wrists and forced them to the floor, while the second woman set about repeating the gesture to the girl’s ankles.  The oldest of the three, with steel-gray hair and black, narrow eyes, stood before Molly and elegantly produced a long, thick paddle from the folds of her dress.

The menacing instrument was silently displayed before Molly’s terror-stricken gaze.  Burned upon one side were large letters that read ‘OBEDIENCE’ while the other side was laden with deep, elaborately-carved sentences.

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