Moving

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Hello lovelies,

This post will be informative and amusing, I think. As some of you may know we were informed we had to move. This happened at a time when Bree was out of town and had a week from hell so she took it really hard. I felt bad as I was not there to console her. After she got home and a few days went by we both began to get excited about a new place and a new adventure.

Now here’s a little vanilla ice cream on top of the chocolate I usually serve you. Guys do not care where they live. For me, as long as I have satellite or cable and the neighbors are quiet and not jerks I am fine. I could care less how big, what color the house is, how many rooms, how high the ceilings etc. Now Bree, on the other hand needs a lot it has to be the right size, color, backyard, kitchen, etc. so to paraphrase don Quixote to reach the unreachable house, this was our quest.

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Well windmills aside we found it. Bree is really happy and it’s a cool house. Huge, over 3000 sq ft, so lots of rooms, really nice, and yes a perfect space for a punishment room. So, being a Dom I had to make this a…are you ready? Dom-icile. That’s gold, lol!!! To do this, each room had to be christened. I informed Bree she was to be spanked bb in every room when we went back for her to take pictures of the house. After an initial deer in the headlights look from her I informed her she would be taking down her pants and bending over. She reluctantly complied and tensed as her panties were taken down to her knees.

Here is a little info about her you may find amusing. Bree thinks that by doing an imitation of the tea cup ride at Disneyland she can avoid her spanks. By that I mean she starts turning slowly then faster and faster until she is moving in a circle! On this day she wore her hair in a long pony tail. Once a Dom says you are to be spanked he will make sure you are so he must get you in position and hold you there. Not as easy as it sounds because it must be done without tweaking your wrist, arm, neck etc..hence the pony tail. By taking that in my left hand and pulling gently forward Bree had to follow which took her down to her knees. From there it was easy to get her across my lap, as I was sitting, and hold her for her spanking.

All in all, maybe 100 spanks. Not punishment of course but she was fire red and the sound really echoed, so win-win for me. After I took her for a slurpee. See how nice I am?

Be good, or else…

I love being the Dom.

SJ

Far From the Long Arm of the Dom!

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Hi, Y’all!

Ahhh, peace at last. I’ll be home in another five days, so I intend to enjoy this time– WRITING!

Got a bunch of things to share with you! The Blushing Author Workshop was incredible! Not only did we learn a whole lot of new, nifty things, but the people who attended were AMAZING!  I will honestly say that I walked away with a boat-load of new friends, fresh ideas, and a greater love of the people I work for, and with! As before, Bethany’s love and generosity blew me away.  This is truly my family- and a home away from home. Get the tissues out because when I leave this time, Sob City!

And no, I did not get into any more trouble than I usually am in. Jim Burke has a forest filled with birch trees… and permission from John.  This girl ain’t no dummy!

I particularly want to publically thank three very special people in my life whose love and care have allowed me to focus on my work:

First, of course, is my wonderful husband.  John writes more blog posts that I ever could; he spends hours each day answering emails from people and mentoring, and provides so much emotional and physical support to me that I can’t even begin to describe. Not having him here to bring me my morning coffee is truly missed!  I am so proud of him- he just finished his first book, too.  So John, thank you, my love.  For being you. I miss you soooo badly!

These next two ladies are my best friends and my greatest allies: Isabella and Lily. They are my bookends- keeping me from falling over when the earthquakes of life rattle my world.  When you hear me say “I have people for that”, well, these gals are my people. Lily runs my life- no joking. Without her expertise in social media and organization skillz, I would be lost.  She also provides comic relief when I start going cray cray, and brings me back to reality.  Isa, my princess, is my rudder. She know the perfect thing to say to keep me grounded in the present world.  She, too, makes me laugh when I need to, and has been ‘my precious’.  What blesses me even more is the relationship those two share with each other- with NO drama!  I am sure each of you can relate about how exhausting that is, and I never get it from either of them!  I am one lucky woman to have them in my life and can’t express enough my love for them.

My AMP girls are amazing! We are coming close to ending the first program and they have been working so hard to grow in their art! I am so proud of them. They will tell you that what we do, as writers, is tough. I have pulled them through the ringer to give them a head’s up about this world, and hopefully prepared them for when they are ready to take the step and give it a go.  There is only one thing I cannot prepare them for- that is the, um, unstable people that we sometimes encounter in this genre.

I do my best to answer every legitimate email personally that comes my way (given that I am provided with a legit return email address). Recently, John and I have been pursued by an individual who is on a seek and destroy mission.  She contacted us initially with the intent to meet up as a swinger (we do not do that) and we politely refused her invitation but offered assistance in  helping her find couples who were interested in that type of lifestyle. Although every one of her emails have been answered (except for the one making a twitter like statement), and a response to her comment about us not returning her email was posted on the blog, she has now upped her crazy with threats and nasty comments about us and our readers.  Hence, we have had to enforce moderation of this blog. I am so sorry- but all of you know that all it takes is one unstable person to sour things for others.  You, my readers, deserve the best that I can give you and I am doing my best to deliver that, in both my books and in my personal interaction with each of you.

I want to thank you all for your love and support, and am so very grateful that I have been blessed with an audience of intelligent, loving, and down to earth fans who love my fantasies (and realities) as much as I do.  To each of you- I am sending a Bree-Hug.  God Bless You!

With all My Love,

Bree

 

 

Birthday Spankings

Being Spanked on John’s Birthday! NOT FAIR!

Hi ya’all. I am writing this post under duress. Nope, you do not have a happy Bree right now. Soooooo, yesterday was John’s 198th birthday (or somewhere around there, can’t remember because he’s been around since the dawn of time). We had a wonderful day—I took him to the Birch Aquarium (I should have started thinking about the events right then.. birch…ummm), returned home and played a little bit, and then left for The Marine Room in La Jolla.

20140703_112645Before I go into further detail, this place is the BOMB. Check out the menu! It is amazing and our favorite place to celebrate. I mean, you gotta love gourmet food and fancy settings, plus the view is spectacular. A panoramic of the Pacific Ocean at sunset! How can anything be more romantic? Except…

A Long Island Iced Tea. I mean, come on! I hardly ever drink and it was a celebration, right? Usually, I go for Bellini’s but they did not have the peach puree, so I settled for the next best thing. It was STRONG. As the night went on, I was feeling the effects, and he took it away from me. Mean, huh? And then people actually brought little kids into this place who were yelling! This is a five star restaurant and these people brought a set of two year old twins who did not know how to sit quietly and color. As these children screamed, my nerves started to grind (I know other people’s were too-you could hear the comments), so I simply reached across the table and took a few (ok, maybe almost finishing my LIIT) sips. Yes, right in front of Mr. Meanie Birthday Boy, bold as could be.

I had a reason, right?

He did not think so. We went for a lovely walk on the beach- it was low tide and the waves were warm and then went to return to the valet to get the SUV. That was when he sprung it on me.

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“Before we get the truck, you and I have a little date in the back seat.” Ooo, I’m thinking QUICKY! I like quickys…Not.

“What were you thinking? Drinking right in front of me after I said that you had enough?” By then he had my wrist in his hand and was leading me to the parking lot. I started mentally hitting myself in the head for letting him have the combo to the SUV’s electric lock.

“I asked you a question,” he tightened his grip.

“It was expensive and I didn’t want to waste the money.” Can’t blame me for trying, right?

“Try again.”

“The kids were screaming and I didn’t wanna get cranky.”

“They were not that bad and you know that is not an excuse. I can’t believe you just defied me, right in my face!” I hate when he starts scolding. He opened the truck’s door and pointed inside. Think fast, Bree! Here goes-

“You know, I should really get points for not doing it behind your back and choosing to defy you to your face.” Good thing it was dark because I could FEEL the look I got for that smart ass comment.

“Unbelievable,” He choked out. “Get your bottom into the back seat.” Then the fun began. NOT. It was chilly and damp and this man has a hand that feels like a frat paddle. And he was not playing nice. I was squirming and squealing, but you can only move so much when your head is practically under the seat and your feet are jammed against the door.

“The valet is getting a nice show,” John mentioned mid-swing.

“What?!”

“He must have heard your screaming,” John said, pausing. I held my breath, I could hear footsteps! He had his hand resting on my backside and continued, “Plus your nice, red bottom was high enough in the air that the street light was shining on it. Yep,” he resumed the spanking, “you gave him something to dream about tonight.”

Oh My God! Was he using Fourth of July Fireworks on my ass? I bit back what I could of my yelling, praying that the noise was muffled on the carpet. But the spanks were SO loud, they must have echoed through the parking lot. FINALLY, it was over. He pulled my panties back up, smoothed out my dress and sat me up.

“That was fun. I love birthdays,” he said happily.

John was grinning as we returned to get the valet to bring us the truck. No lie, this guy was unsuccessfully hiding a smile as he looked over at me and even whispered to his partner. How humiliating, right? That was when I realized that the windows were cracked open. They had to have heard everything!

I am very happy John had a great birthday. Next year, we stay at home.
Luvs,
Bree

 

Bree…I’m Home!

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OK lovelies, I hear through the subbie vine, you may be interested in a day in the life of myself and Bree. The title (though most of you are probably too young to remember this)  is from I Love Lucy. Well, paraphrased, Ricky would always say “Lucy I’m Home”…Bree and I do have quite a bit in common with Ricky and Lucy, I am a musician and Bree gets in occasional rather amusing situations. Thankfully, she does not crash my gigs and run onstage, but her behaviors can get her in trouble. And, Bree gets spanked just like Lucy did. Unfortunately there were no bare bottom spankings on family television. Here’s a little episode for you all of the I Love Bree show.

The other day I told Bree to come to me and bend over, not for punishment, just because. I was in the mood to see a cherry red bottom, and she knows I own hers 24/7. But for some reason she said she was not in the mood. Now I can hear all of you uh oh… And yes you are correct. Uh oh indeed. So I asked, “what did you say?’ Bree, being Bree actually said “you are not the boss of me” I think I heard a collective subbie gasp. Again correct, not good. So what was going to be a nice warm bottom, would now evolve into a very hot red bottom. I took Bree by the ear, she really hates that, and put her otk, yanking down her pants and panties. After 20 spanks she was quite contrirte and apologizing. However, that was hardly enough. After the hand spanking Bree was quite red, I think it was around 150 spanks, then she had to bring me the lucite paddle and bend over for 25. There was a lot of squirming, especially otk, and yelling, loud enough to be an extra in a Saw franchise. After she apologized and spent 10 minutes with her red bare bottom in corner then she was forgiven and held with a lot of after care.

So there you go. This was not a severe punishment by any means, but one to teach Bree her place as my submissive. Plus she has an amazingly spankable bottom, which was the whole reason to tell her to bend over in the first place. But subbies be crazy sometimes, and she lost her mind for a few seconds. It certainly cost her, but truly it did not hurt me a bit.

Be good or else!

SJ

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