SubSpace-- The Final Frontier

In my upcoming book, Guardian Domination, I'm going to be introducing the incredible phenomena known as 'subspace'.  I thought it might be a good idea to talk about it so that my readers would better understand the circumstance and sensation that comes with it.

First, Subspace is very, very real..... it's the body's natural defense to pain or stress when the feeling of separation between body and mind occurs.  For anyone who runs, has had tattoos, or is into extreme workouts... you will know what I mean.  It's that place of being put into auto-pilot when you no longer really feel, just function through the moment.

For a submissive, it is pure heaven.... the endorphins are pumped up to an all-time high and he/she can just embrace the moment when pain becomes pure pleasure.  Many of us LOVE the 'after glow' of a good spanking, but HATE the process.  Subspace enables us to have the best of both worlds. And Doms/Dommes? It is a sign of pure and absolute trust in you.

QUESTION:  Sounds great, but how do I get there?
Just like an athlete (for those of us who are not), we have to work to that point where our body is pushed to the limit of tolerance and then surrender to it.  It takes practice... relaxing and not fighting the pain, not fighting the process, resisting the urge to escape and just embrace the moment.  It's taken me many years of practice to achieve subspace in a short amount of time... and there are requirements for me to get there.  Unfortunately for me, John knows what they are and, when being punished, he makes certain I feel every swat and stroke and deliberately keeps me from going into my 'happy place'.

The best way to learn how to enter this zone is maintaining a slow and steady rhythm without any breaks- starting at the least sensitive point, the crown of the bottom.  Gradually build up the intensity without building the speed.  Doms/Dommes need to watch their subs closely...looking for signs of relaxation.... buttocks unclenched.... hands unfisted and tucked comfortably under the head... toes uncurled and legs straight, usually with ankles crossed.... no noise except an occasional purrrrrrrr.  Allow them to enjoy that moment before increasing the intensity.  Moving too quickly or too hard can jar them right out of that place.

It takes time and practice, and a lot of patience.... but it is a special place you can experience if you take the time to discover it.  Anyone have any experience they would like to share? Or any questions?  Lemme know!

Luvs, Bree

BRAND NEW RELEASE!

COWBOYS KNOW BEST

I am proud to announce my very first release through Stormy Night Publications with the hottest cover art by Kori Mae Johnson! Makes you wanna go cowboy hunting, huh? Luvs to All!  Bree

As the only daughter of a powerful mafia Don, Perlita Moretti is accustomed to a life of pampered luxury, but on the evening of her nineteenth birthday the family home is brutally attacked by another mob boss, her father is killed, and her entire life is forever changed.

Saved from the carnage by her beloved uncle, she flees for her life. She quickly discovers that the world outside her Long Island mansion is quite different and much larger than she had expected. She soon finds herself lost, and very much alone, somewhere in western Pennsylvania.

At a small diner, a desparate, terrified Perl runs into Henry ‘Hank’ Billings, a cowboy from a small Texas town who is finishing up some personal business in the region. After a rocky introduction, Hank comes to her rescue when a pair of mob goons show up.

Hank reluctantly allows Perl to accompany him back to his ranch to hide her until the mob gives up their hunt. It does not take long for the serious-minded Texan to place the willful, spoiled young lady across his knee for a bare-bottom spanking and some basic lessons in good manners. As time passes, Perl allows herself to submit to the old-fashioned hard work and discipline of Texas ranch life.

Having been hurt by a woman before, Hank resists his growing desire for Perl, convincing himself that the almost twenty year age difference between them would make any advances on his part ungentlemanly. Perl, however, has fallen for him with all her heart, and she does not intend to let him keep her at arm's length. With the mob still hunting her, can she convince Hank that she needs him as much more than just her firm, caring protector?

This book contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please do not buy this book!

Now available on Amazon, Barnes&Noble and Blushing Blooks!

Implements- Tools or Torture? Part I

Thanks to my buddy, James, I finally have a new computer.  I guess the poor guy got tired of editing all my typos that came with the crummy keyboard and my general lack of interest. So now, I have no more excuses regarding my frequency of updating the blog, writing my books or responding to emails.

A computer is a tool for my art and to communicate... unfortunately, implements serve the same purpose to any self-respecting Dom/Domme.  They not only relish the effects of a bottom well-spanked, but also that the lesson they were teaching is well learned.  I've had many fans ask me about the pros and cons of different implements and, of course, my favorites.  Just an FYI- it's personal choice and dependent upon each individual's needs. I'm a leather girl... hate wood...
John's got a whole arsenal...I'll cover a few each time and want your comments regarding your experience with these! Of course, what we subs might consider pros/cons might not be how our Doms/Dommes see it!

 HAND
Pros:  Very convenient , most intimate , catches all the curves :)
Cons:  Very convenient
Comment:  My fav OTK.       
                                    

HAIRBRUSH/plastic 
Pros:  Easy to carry/hide,  fits well in palm for easy swing , min bruising 
Cons: Smaller focus     
Comments: OTK - sharp sting    
                            
HAIRBRUSH/ Wood    
Pros:   Different thicknesses, Designed for palm    
Cons: Can bruise, sharper edges can distract from discipline
Comments: OTK- hard sting/deep                                                          

HAND PADDLE/oval    
Pros:  Fits in the palm, covers larger area, reddens quickly 
Cons: Deeper bruising 
Comments: OTK- thuddy, good for alternate positions

HAND PADDLE/ oval with holes  
Pros:  Fits easily in palm ,covers larger area, reduced air resistance- less work to make impression
Cons: Can blister/bruise    
Comments: OTK- sharp/bite, good for alternate positions.. Nikki LOVES this one!
                           



 

What a week....

Gosh am I glad this week is over. It has been one emotional roller coaster. Can you say PMS? I managed to get myself lectured and punished and, well, without going into details, it was a rough week. I have been feeling maybe insecure? I was given and order by John to not do something and if I do it there will be dire repercussions. So obviously I am tempted to do exactly what I am forbidden to do cause you know, tell me I can't do something and suddenly, that is exactly what I want to do. So been struggling with that. Sorry so vague but have to protect the innocent here... But one day due to my previous behavior daddy decided that he had to deal with me as SIR rather than Daddy for the day(or two) and it was rough. I like him a lot more when he is daddy. Heck I love him when he is daddy but when he is sir he is just downright scary and mean. But I do understand where he is coming from-but that doesn't mean I have to like it right?

Plus, I have been doing my ICU rotation and it is tough and scary and sad and challenging, and... well you get the picture. I am not planning to become an ICU nurse. All though looking back - I can do that because my  rotation is over - it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and I learned a lot. And thank GOD for Bree. She is so smart and so helpful. It's great having a sister who is already an nurse when you are going through school. Now if I could just figure out how to get her to do my homework...

So, back to how glad I am the week is over for me. I'm off tomorrow, all though I have a lot of work to do. But not needing to get up at 0400 is a wonderful thing. I fully intend to sleep in. Then do some homework. Then lounge around the house. Maybe I will get lucky and someone will make me dinner or something. That would be nice.

So there is my update. I really hope next week is better. I don't think I can take another emotional week like this past one.

Paying the Consequences

Do you guys recall that tiny, itsy, bitsy, harmless little drinking incident that Nikki and I suffered a ways back?  I guess that either I've had a lapse of memory, or maybe just pure insanity, but I repeated my mistake.  John is sitting here as I stand and share the misery of my condition.

My bottom hurts,  Bad.  And I deserved every painful swat.

Besides the fact that I'm diabetic, and alcohol is not the wisest choice I make on those rare occasions, John has a personal issue with 'over-indulgence' and a lack of self-control when it comes to his family.  He's very protective and I terrified him when I started acting weirder than usual.  He checked my sugars and they were severely high.  It was at that point I had to confess that I not only disobeyed his limit of one glass of red wine, but I lied and overindulged with three glasses of my favorite- Ice Wine. For those of you who aren't familiar with pure ambrosia- it's a sweet, smooth desert wine that is very very concentrated and, for me, potent.

I can't remember the last time I saw my husband's face turn quite that shade of magenta.  I started praying for a miracle- like maybe a UFO would land on our property or, even better, the Lord's return... but nothing.  John was silent and pointed to the corner where I stood in dread for over an hour.  The fact it took him that long to cool off sent fear down my spine.  I was dead meat.

I expected to see a cane or a switch, but no.... just an assortment of paddles and the strap laid out neatly next to the straight back chair that sits menacingly in full view in our bedroom. John sat down and held my hands.... the poor guy looked close to tears as he started sharing with me how frightened I make him when I put myself in danger for no reason other than satisfying my rebellious nature.  He started to list off the things he would miss if I was gone from his life.  I'm not a crier.... it takes a lot to get me go beyond a couple of drips.... but I was darn close by the time I was OTK and had my bare bottom airborn.

I honestly lost all time and sense within seconds after John started spanking me.  I remember he started with his hand... as always... then progressed through the line up of implements that he intended to use to leave a final impression upon my bottom and my heart.  After at least a good ten minutes (seemed like a hour) I could not distinguish one implement from another, and I finally broke.  I'm talking breaking of the Hudson Dam and flooding the city type of flood.

John did not stop.

I have no idea how long it continued--- I was, without doubt or question, genuinely sorry for my stupid and selfish actions. The spanking stopped only when John decided that I was truly repentant.  and then he held me as I kept sobbing like a baby, rocking me and kissing my head until I calmed myself.  He had me look into his gorgeous sky blue eyes and said he loved me.  The tidal wave returned.

John is nodding in approval as he reads over my shoulder.  I can't help but smile proudly... his approval is all I need to be happy and I'm promising myself to really work on gaining more.

I Love You All-

Breanna

MYTHS VS. TRUTHS

Hello All!  Most of you know that I work as a crisis care nurse for hospice... and that it's a job that is not only a bit stressful, but truly makes you consider how you live your life.. I finally found a medical philosophy that I promise to adopt, embrace and celebrate... Let me know what you think!    Luvs--- Bree

 Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life.  Is this true?
A: Heart only good for so many beats, and that it... Don't waste on exercise.  Everything wear out eventually.  Speeding up heart not make you live longer; it like saying you extend life of car by driving faster.  Want to live longer?  Take nap.

Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?   
A:  Oh no.  Wine made from fruit.  Brandy distilled wine, that mean they take water out of fruity bit so you get even more of goodness that way.  Beer also made of grain.  Bottom up!

Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have body and you have fat, your ratio one to one.  If you have two body, your ratio two to one.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can't think of single one, sorry.  My philosophy: No pain...good! 
     
Q:  Aren't fried foods bad for you?   
A:  YOU NOT LISTENING!  Food fried in vegetable oil.  How getting more vegetable be bad?

Q  :  Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A:  Oh no!  When you exercise muscle, it get bigger.  You should only be doing sit-up if you want bigger stomach. 

Q:  Is chocolate bad for me? 
A:  You crazy?!?  HEL-LO-O!!  Cocoa bean!  Another vegetable!  It best feel-good food around!

Q:  Is swimming good for your figure? 
A:  If swimming good for figure, explain whale to me.

Q:  Is getting in shape important for my lifestyle? 
A:  Hey!  'Round' is shape!

Well... I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.

And  remember: 
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO-HOO, what a ride!!"   
 
AND.....

For  those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health.  It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.   

1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans... 

5. The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.


CONCLUSION:  Eat and drink what you like.   Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

I'm sorry...

Yesterday I posted in my punishment book and I used a curse word. This is one of my rules and I broke it. Not allowed to curse. Ever. Especially in public. I disappointed daddy and was a bad reflection on him and our family and did not conduct myself as a proper submissive. So I am really sorry if I offended anyone who read my post. I was punished-had to stay in position for 30 minutes 20 of which occurred while daddy lectured me. I will also be getting the gauntlet with five implements sometime in the future. Anyway, sorry everyone-especially Daddy and Bree.

Love, Nikki

It's been a bad week...

This really has not been a great week for me. First Bree outs me about this guy I am seeing-he is actually really nice and is in some of my classes. I didn't want to bring him home yet because I know he will get the third-degree between Bree and Daddy. Then I pretty much bombed a pop-quiz I didn't study for and somehow Bree found out about it. I'm an adult, just because they are letting (making) me live with them, Bree and daddy think they have this control over my life. Well, daddy sort of does cause I agreed to it but still, it is frustrating..Then yesterday on my way home from study group daddy texted me and I responded and then said that I would talk to him later cause I was driving. Now I am in big trouble for that and also grounded which is not fair since I am in college. I should not be grounded. Im too old too be grounded.How do I explain to my friends that my brother in law grounded me? Ugh! Then I used a curse word in my book and am getting busted for that too. Could things get any worse? I wish it were spring break. I would be taking off to Vegas or something. If you don't hear from me, assume the worst.