Discipline

END ZONE- Coming soon!

GOOD NEWS!

END ZONE is nearing completion! Finally, after all the nagging I’ve been getting to complete the GAME PLAN series, I caved. Wait until you see where Cassie and the gang end up. Here’s sneak peek- Can you guess where they might be and how many spankings and other delight Cassie will receive?

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“It’s going to hurt to sit if you stick that little tongue out at me again,” he warned, wagging his finger.

“You and Merry do it all the time. I see it.”

“Auntie Merry is also my little sister. And no talking back.”

“You talk back to Uncle Dorian all the time, too.”

“You’re quite the little smart ass, aren’t you?” The big man placed his hands on the ground and leaned back. Cassie raised her right eyebrow. He was baiting her, but why? She decided to bite.

“It’s better than being a dumb-ass.”

“Are you calling me a dumb-ass?” Elia asked, rising to his feet and brushing the dirt from his hands.

“I didn’t call you anything. I merely responded to what you called me,” she said saucily, once again lining up a path to escape. If there was one thing she had learned while living in a house full of football players, it was how to do a quarterback sneak. “Oh, shit! They found me!”

Elias turned his head in the direction she was pointing and Cassie raced off like a bat out of hell.

BETTER NEWS

There is going to be a fourthbook!  TOUCHDOWN! 

That being said, I’ve been channeling Cassie a lot lately, and poor John is spending even more time banging his head against the wall. Needless to say, I’ve been constantly finding myself in hot water but I can’t stop!

For those of you who don’t follow me on FB- this is a recent post…
After careful consideration, I’ve come to the conclusion that my misbehavior and sassing back is conducive to my dommy husband’s health and well being. Therefore, my butt should NOT suffer the consequences of said misbehaviors.
Case in point-
1. Chasing me around the house enhances his cardio/respiratory health and increases his lifespan. That’s a good thing, right?
2. Debating with me, even though I’m always right, stimulates his brain and reduces the risk of DOMentia. (Sorry, couldn’t help it)
3. Any and all pranks at his expense are effective in maintaining his vigilance and sharpens his senses. In particular, such pranks that involve hiding creepy music boxes under the bed and pretending I don’t hear them go off in the middle of the night, evaluates his hearing levels. This is essential for his profession as a musician.
4. Stealing his favorite chocolate not only assists with his nutritional health, but also makes me horny… and we all know how effective sex is for increasing the strength of your immunity system.
6. And finally- making him laugh whenever I try to talk him out of any of the above keeps the old man alive, kicking and forever on his toes.

In conclusion- I strongly believe that any and all of the above behaviors, antics, and other such activities have a positive viable effect and should be considered null, void and paddle free!

Who’s with me?!

Around the Couch in 80 Seconds

 

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Please tell me this—will I ever learn? Probably not, but there are times (like now) that I wish I would!

Sooo, for those of you who don’t know me, I have a big mouth.

-I don’t usually need to get the last word (because I get easily distracted and forget what was being said)

-I don’t have screaming fits (unless you touch my candeeee- then it’s war)

-I don’t need to talk over anyone (unless I’m standing on a ladder and trying to climb out a window because I’m being chased and I am crying for help).

No, it’s far worse than that. My big mouth is used for when I:

-Try to use his (John’s) words to work in my favor.

-Inform him that ambiguity in a statement favors the one not stating it; hence, he can’t spank me for that particular rule

-Think he’s not reading my smart a** blog posts and I say something stupid like “haha, I’m not a’scared of you.”

Truthfully, I’m NOT “a’scared” of John. John is a big, old pussy cat marshmallow man with a heart of gold. No, I’m not a’scared of John in the least. My bottom is.

Yeah, so he chased me down. I am beginning to think he does that on purpose to wear me out. He then had a good old time going caveman on my butt for those comments as well as the sweet endearments of ‘bite me’ to my sub sister. Personally, I don’t think that’s fair because:

  1. It was said lovingly
  2. I love being bitten
  3. After rubbing on some cotton candy flavored lotion, I taste really good and just wanted to share.

I mean, really?

Luvs,

Bree

 

Bratting Overboard

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Hello lovelies, are you all behaving? Uh…never mind! LOL!

Okay,this post will be quite different from the usual as it involves a really strange and bizarre incident. As you all know, I am married to the beautiful Breanna Hayse…smart, funny and usually as close to a perfect sub as I have ever encountered. However, a few days ago she kind of lost her mind.

Let me give you some background:

First, we are a D/s couple 24/7. Bree has boundaries that she knows not to cross and 99.9% of the time she respects them. Now, Bree got sick. I mean really sick; throwing up, migraines, aches, sore throat, the whole deal. I was doing my best to take care of her, but she always says “oh, I am fine and can take care of myself.” Sure, I can relate since I am much the same way, BUT the difference is whereas I can care for myself, she cannot! She stubbornly refuses to admit when she is sick. In fact, she reminds me of the knight in the old Monty Python movie who gets his arm cut off in battle and continues to fight stating “ Its just a flesh wound!” Get the picture? Beyond stubborn!

Fast forward to day two. Bree is still sick but decides she wants to go to the beach. I, of course, said no. I mean; someone had to be the voice of sanity after all. Bree does not like being told no. However, being the good, obedient sub that she usually is (since she could tell I was serious) she went to pout in the bedroom and work on a book. Since I always leave her alone to write, I went into my studio to practice my guitar. I checked in on her an hour later. She was not in the bedroom. I called for her, thinking she was in another part of the house. No answer. Hmmm, it was sunny out, so maybe she decided to go outside on the deck to write.

Not only was Miss Bree gone, but so was her car!

This was unbelievable, in the 12 years we have been together; she has never just gone somewhere without telling me. More so, I could not believe she would openly defy me! Seriously, this is the stuff I expect from my other girls, but not my Bree. I started to call her cell with the intent to tell her to get back home immediately when I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

Dom’s honor, this is true. Breanna Hayse had climbed half way up a large tree on our property! I marched right over to her and asked what in the world she thought she was doing, especially since she was sick and worse, climbing this big oak tree which, if she fell, could break her blessed neck! Her answer?

She hid her face and pretended that she had morphed into a chameleon and could not be seen.

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I was not happy. The border collies, of course, were making a racket, so I took them into the house. As soon as I was out of sight, she climbed down and then tried to hide in a little raised fort we have on our property’s playground. You can imagine my annoyance by this time.

I ordered her to come down.

She said ‘NO!’

I told her to come down or I would get her down.

She said ‘NO!’ again.

Okay, annoyed times ten and growing. I even said “please” and informed her that I did not want to tweak by dragging her out of there. Would you believe?

She said, “NO!” to me a THIRD time.

Next thing you know, I was dragging her sorry little butt out (listening to her whine for scraping her knee) and marched her by the ear to the house. That bratty bare bottom was put right into the corner with instructions to stay put until she was ready to apologize.

Bree hates the corner.

Now, for all of you that are rolling on the floor in laughter (and cheering her on, thank you  Piper), let me say that this was not amusing. Remember, she was sick and the possibility of falling out of the tree and getting seriously hurt was very real.

Does it stop there? While she is in the corner, she starts being sassy with me! 

That was it. That bratty bottom was OTK in a matter of seconds for a nice, hard spanking, but…and I want you all to get, she only got THREE spanks! THREE!!!!!! By her reaction, you would think she was trying out for the victim in the Saw movies. I got the whole gamut—tears, hyperventilating (she was stuffed up and couldn’t breathe anyway) and shaking. Stop laughing, Piper. I know exactly who taught her these moves!

I finally got her to answer why she was so angry with me. Do you know what she said?

Get this…“Your spanking HURT!”

Spankings are SUPPOSED to hurt! And all this fuss after only THREE spanks that she deserved for acting like a child. But this is hardly the end of your favorite author’s fate, my lovelies…

Since she made me worry on purpose by hiding her car and leading me to believe that she left, she will endure a real punishment session in this coming week. Thanks to the generosity of my girls and several fans with Caniac gift certificates, Bree bought a bunch of new implements. Implements that she had planned to use on my other little hellion, might I add, they are all quite severe in nature. Can you guess who gets to try every one of them out?

Don’t worry; she will post about the experience once it is completed.

So, is there a lesson here as with all my posts? YES!

If you want attention and are jonesing for a hand spanking, do not go overboard. Once you cross over into disrespecting boundaries and proceed to do something insane (like blatant defiance and disobedience), you will earn much more than the red, warm bottom you want. Much, much more.

Be good or else!

Sir John

 

Positions, Implements and Intensity

Well, Lovelies- it’s me, SJ, or as some of you like to call me: Mr. Meanie. I am going to try to do a weekly post and also answer any questions you may have for me. What kind of questions? Any and all, so let me know. The most recent has been “How do you determine what positions,  implements and intensity…?”

As most of you know, each Dom will be different in how he/she weighs the deed to the discipline. I am coming from old school (like the kind that existed before a certificate could be earned online and anyone could claim the title of Master or Mistress). I can already hear my girls snickering about it being sometime during the 1300’s…Very funny, ladies… Regardless of the decade we were mentored in, the mark of a good top is contemplation, consistency and compassion. And with those traits in mind…

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As a rule, I find certain offenses require different types of discipline, type of implements, amount in duration and, along with these, different positions. For the typical ‘bratty’ sub, the traditional OTK (Over The Knee) on the bare-bottom with my hand is usually sufficient to address the challenging, and often mischievous, behaviors.

For a more serious violation, I have several prized implements of choice. The Dreaded Dana to a hard wood brush can do the trick, but I must sometimes reserve the right to apply the school paddle. The position, not just the implement, is determined by the seriousness of the transgression. I will vary from the hairbrush/OTK, bent over grabbing ankles or touching toes is best (Nik still has not learned the difference between her toes, knees or thighs as her hands start to inch up with each swat), to leaning over a pile of pillows. And ALWAYS, of course, on the bare bottom. We Doms do like to watch it change to nice, hot crimson.

And now, the serious infractions. I have zero tolerance for my girls putting health or safety at risk. That includes speeding, texting or putting make up on while driving, theft, illegal drug use, and making foolish decisions that might cost you or someone else their job, safety or relationship. My little ones know that there is no backing out of these since most of them involve a criminal action. Inappropriate public behavior that causes embarrassment to me or anyone else is also a serious infraction in my book. That can include being out of control due to liquor, a public temper tantrum, disrespecting another person to cause them a problem.

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Fortunately, most of my girls learned this lesson very quickly and have not repeated the same mistakes. No names about who still needs to be reminded. For these issues, nothing less than the cane, the prison strap or… If she really is teetering on the edge, the birch. Rubber and textured acrylic implements often join the event. I also implicate the use of a T-bar. These little nasties came about from NuWest Videos eons ago (yes, there were TVs and actual recorded films back in the day). This sweet thing is perfect for the most severe sessions and compliments the implements very well because it keeps that lovely bare bottom nice and available. Occasionally, I include restraining of the hands and ankles while my bad little darling is stretched out over a spanking bench. This ensures that she is held safe and secure during her receipt of well- deserved stripes. Of course, for true humiliation, the diaper position is hard to beat. Well, not exactly. It is most delightful because the sit-spots are perfectly aligned to meet with my implement. I will have her on her back, ankles secured to a spreader bar which is either heisted in the air or attached to her wrists along the ankle links.

Yes, well… I am sure you are getting the idea.

I hope you have enjoyed the imagery and, to answer that last question…Yes, these different types of discipline are employed regularly in our household. It truly is Good to a be Dom!

Be Good or else…. SJ

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