A free spanking story from The best of Victoria Fox #1 - M/f spanking stories

The four new ebooks are almost ready for publication, so I thought I'd let you know a little bit about what's going to be available. This week you've been getting free chapters from a compilation of entirely new stories, which will be up this month.

I've also taken all of the most popular stories from the earlier publications and blogs, and worked them into three spankingfettish.blogspot collections. The first has all the best M/f erotic spanking fiction, and ranges in it's approach from stern traditional domestic discipline to more erotic scenes, and some lighthearted spanking fun. It will also include one of the longer stories from the newest book of spanking stories. The second has all the best F/f spanking stories, and the their all the edgier BDSM erotica. All three collections of the most popular material will also be available this month, so check back for updates and more free tidbits! :-)

Here's one of the stories from the M/f collection for you to enjoy. :-)

Remember When the Time Comes

M/f spanking story by Victoria Fox

It’s over now, I’m in his car and we’re driving to the restaurant to meet up with our friends. I feel like I am on the other end of a telescope now, everything is big and connected and surreal. A few minutes ago I felt like I was on the other end of a microscope, everything was small and minutely focused, every second an eternity of its own. I shift on his leather seats, my short black pleated skirt making me less comfortable as I sit. My bottom is sore and hot, and there are places that seem to spark into their own little wildfires- no matter how I place the weight of my body....

The mood has lightened, but my emotions are still conflicted. Part of me wants to laugh with you again, like we did all those years before we lost touch, and to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Part of me is trying to stifle the sniffles still, I don’t want to start to cry again and ruin my make-up. My backside hurts! I’m a grown woman, but I got a real spanking! OWWWch.

It’s particularly surreal because when I got myself into this mess there was no way I thought it was really going to go here. I was catching up with a really old friend I wanted to reconnect with, and some commentary flew back and forth that I didn’t take seriously. He responded to a letter I wrote and in his p.s. said “By the way, I still think I ought to put you over my knee and paddle you for being gone so long!”

I had giggled when I saw his p.s. What my old friend didn’t know was that I like to be spanked; it’s a kink for me. I’ve ‘gotten it’ in almost every possible way, with regards to spanking. Sometimes it’s fun, sometimes it’s sexual, and sometimes it’s neither- but still holds a strange craving for me. People in mainstream society sometimes make jokes involving spanking, but they’re rarely serious.

I couldn’t resist! I wrote a ten page letter back responding to his letter, and didn’t make mention of it until my own p.s. I said, “For not being around? Hmmmm… that’s almost (but not quite) sweet and I suppose I do deserve a spanking for it! I’ll tell you though, I’ve grown up into a feisty redheaded lady, so you better be prepared to spank really Hard for a really long time- otherwise I’ll just giggle and never remember that you were trying to make a point! ;) “ I added the winking smiley face to soften it, I didn’t want to really offend him.

His next letter just said in the p.s. “Remember when the time comes that you asked for it.”

I still thought he was joking, and no further reference was made in several more notes. Then we were planning to get together with other friends from far away and go out for dinner and a few drinks. It was a road trip for some of us, but it was really cool. Ten cool people in four different cars from three different states, all staying the weekend at John’s house.

I got in and was putting my stuff down as the group was discussing directions to the restaurant. John said that he wanted to ride with me, and asked everybody to run ahead and save a table. He said we’d meet them there as soon as I had a few moments to freshen up from the road. I was grateful, but something made me mildly uneasy. When the last guest walked out to her car, he flipped the lock on the door. He turned and smiled at me and gave me another hug.

Then he opened a drawer on his coffee table and pulled out a small paddle with a ton of little holes drilled through it, and set it on the table.

I knew several things in that instant. Among them I knew that I was going to get spanked, and that this man had done this sort of thing before. Oh! The tables turned rather unexpectedly!

And he had –That look- on his face, the one of a man about to get really focused and set to hard work? His eyes looked serious and hard edged as he glanced at me, his mouth turning up one mischievous corner into a half-smile. As he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt he announced that he was pretty sure I had figured out what that was for, indicating the wicked looking little paddle.

I was suddenly feeling very sorry for myself, and from the tone in his voice I was pretty sure I knew why. The tone was determined and matter-of fact. I was toast.

I was too well trained to even think about fighting it. This one I actually felt like I actually deserved and I had sort of dug my own hole with my commentary. Like in placing bets on cards and talking shit with the other players, it would be poor form to re-nig, and I didn’t really want to even though I felt scared.

Oh, I knew he wouldn’t really hurt me, but at the same time I was pretty certain that this was going to hurt as much as it possibly could. Nobody has a look like that on their face when they are still just playing around.

Normally I might have played a push-the-button game here, but I didn’t. I felt strangely compelled to just go along with it. I didn’t want to push John, I wanted to just let whatever happen and get it over with. I think part of my unusually compliant behavior had to do with how utterly surprised I was. I didn’t have time to think before he had a wrist in one hand and was dragging me over to a chair that had somehow materialized in the center of the room.

It was like a spanking fantasy gone wrong and come to life unexpectedly! As he sat down he pulled me forward and I tumbled over his lap, both of us getting into the proper position in one smooth motion. His left arm barred my moving off his lap. His right leg looped over both of mine, and he said “I don’t want you going anywhere for a few moments, miss. We’re going to have a memorable discussion here, and I intend to make sure it is quite unforgettable. Do we have an understanding? ”

I’m sure that somehow by then I had uttered short statements like ‘oh my god’ and ‘you couldn’t possibly mean to…’, and I only vaguely remember that they went ignored. This time I answered him “Yes, we have an understanding.” And I remember that very clearly. I said it just before his right hand flipped my skirt up over the small of my back, exposing shocking neon green panties, which framed a firm curvaceous rump. “Niiiiiice.” He muttered as I exclaimed that I hadn’t expected I was going to be showing them off! He laughed momentarily and then he announced, “This is a warm-up”

Without any further discussion he spanked my bottom with his hand until I’m sure it was glowing neon red to accent my flashy bright green panties. It was a flurry of motion and I was shocked to discover that I really couldn’t move much. Not that I haven’t been held down that way, but this guy was –really- effective at it. He didn’t stop for about two minutes, and by then I was whimpering. He asked me some questions as he paused. I gave him honest answers. He asked me if I thought I understood why he was doing this, and he assured me that he cared about me. Then he picked up the paddle and set it on my back as he pulled my panties down, leaving them hang with their waist grasping my thighs together. I gasped. I couldn’t believe this was happening. He picked it paddle up. It was happening.

A thunderous crack spread through my body and the room, and he started to paddle my ass- fiercely. There were no more questions. I was in the eye of a storm, and I vaguely heard his voice, anchoring me. I writhed across John’s lap involuntarily, my body trying to escape the painful smacks. I could hear air rushing through the paddle a he spanked me, hard and fast in a weird pattern I couldn’t follow. When even my body stopped trying to escape, he spanked me even harder. I wasn’t getting away with anything. He had been spanking pretty hard, but it was all of a sudden like he hadn’t even begun until I settled down. Then it was a hailstorm, and I let it wash over me, tensing and releasing and finally letting go. I don’t know when I started to cry- it was somewhere in there. My eyes had been wet for a while, but I always fight it. I couldn’t fight anything anymore. Tears washed away in the hail, I lost it momentarily, and then I felt strangely good. Relieved.

He slowed to a stop for a moment and made me promise him never to disappear from our friendship for years at a time again. I promised, and then he made me count off a last ten whacks.

F/f spanking story

Yesterday I posted the first chapter from a new story called "The Friday Discipline Sessions", which is a M/f spanking fetish fantasy story which ranges from disciplinary to erotic, and gets into bdsm psychology and role relationships through the experiences the characters share. The entire story will be in the upcoming book. Since chapter one from that story is the beginning of an intense M/f sceene, I thought I'd share a F/f spanking scene from another one of the new stories in the book. Here's chapter 2 of "Dorm Life for Danielle", in which a college girl is taken to task by her 'dorm mother'.

...from Dorm Life for Danielle
by Victoria Fox

ch 2

“Well, aren’t you a royal brat.” Nancy snapped two seconds after she walked into Danielle’s room. It had been six days since her first visit. Danielle’s jaw dropped, as she hadn’t expected to see the dorm mother until the next day, certainly not after daytime hours. She had meant to keep up on things, but all kinds of other things had pulled her focus all week. She looked around, trying to lie to herself for a moment, telling herself that it wasn’t that bad. Danielle noticed as she tried to come up with a smooth excuse that things were really a mess again. She stammered and exclaimed that she hadn’t expected Nancy until the next day and that she’d clean everything up in the morning.

The Dorm mom already had her cell phone in her hand. Acting as though she was almost ignoring the hysterical acting college girl, she reached into her purse and pulled a little notebook out. It had emergency contact information for all the young women enrolled at the college, including the numbers of their parents. “Danielle,” She said cooly “You won’t have to. I’ll be contacting the Dean in the morning to have you suspended on grounds that your room is a health hazard and you have failed to listen to warnings already given you.”

“Nancy, you can’t!” Danielle exclaimed, he eyes widening and becoming instantly wet.

The lady with the notepad and phone smirked and continued without pause, to say that she’d be calling her Father to make arrangements for her to be picked up.

Danielle’s cheeks flooded with tears. She found herself begging in the most childlike fashion to be given another chance. Nancy just stared at her, expressionless. Dani apologized, promised she’d do better, and pleaded for Nancy to just come check in the morning. Nancy still stared at her pointedly, looked at her phone, and back at the girl. Please, she bagged again, don’t. In tears and not knowing what possessed her, she told Nancy that she had been right the week before, that she did deserve a spanking.

Nancy then asked her the most embarrassing series of questions she had ever been required to answer. She wanted to know when the last time Danielle had gotten a spanking was. Danielle told her about the incident when she borrowed her Dad’s car without permission, trying to not get into detail. Her face flushed with shame as Nancy demanded the full story. She wanted to know what Danielle had been spanked with, and for how long. Dani told her that her Daddy had used his hand, and a hairbrush, and his heavy leather belt. Nancy asked if he had pulled down her panties and spanked her on her bare bottom, and when Danielle nodded the lady said that she surely deserved it. She asked her if he spanked hard enough that it really hurt, and Dani tried to look away. She asked her if it made her feel like a naughty little girl when he took the hairbrush to her, and if she had felt embarrassed when he whipped her bare bottom with his belt.

Danielle was visibly humiliated by the questions, especially the last one- whether or not she had that old hairbrush in her dorm room. Danielle wondered hatefully to herself why she had kept the thing, and nodded at the formidable looking woman. She sighed, somehow giving in, retrieved the brush from her dresser drawer, and handed it to Nancy.

The spanking was quick, unexpected, different from her Father’s. Nancy pulled her down on the bottom bunk bed and made her lay over her lap. She began swatting hard, immediately with the brush, over her jeans. After about 25 good hard smacks, she ordered her to pull down her pants, and repeated the same volley of swats on top of her panties. The hard solid whaps across her bottom with the hairbrush seemed excruciating. They kept coming so fast that she didn’t have a second to catch her breath. She had already been crying when the spanking began, and now was sobbing as Nancy pulled her panties down. Having this strange woman do such an intimate thing made her feel ashamed. She didn’t have time to think about the emotion as the spanking kept going, now on her bare bottom. Nancy managed to hit every spot on Danielle’s butt, making it turn crimson. A few hard slaps to her thighs made her wail into the pillow, as Nancy continued to spank all over both cheeks again. Finally Nancy stopped for a moment, and told her to stop crying and get up.

Out of breath Danielle choked for a moment, and tried to pull her sobs in. She stood up and fumbled to pull her underwear and jeans back over her throbbing ass. Nancy told her that wouldn’t be necessary, that she should lean on her desk and try to take the rest of her punishment like a good little girl that knew she deserved it. Danielle straightened up and followed the older woman’s orders. Nancy pulled the blind rod off of the hanging blinds in the window, and suddenly Danielle heard the thing swish just before the impact. She moaned and almost jumped into the air with the first hot red line, and Nancy reminded her to be still. The second, third and fourth crisscrossed, Dani concentrating hard not to move, to just let it happen. Two more, nancy announced, and paused for a second. Then the fifth and sixth landed, seemingly at the same time in a strange eternity of slow motion. “Owwww!’ she heard herself cry out with the first, and “I’m sorreeeee!” with the second.

“That’s better,” Nancy said “And get this pig sty cleaned up before I see you again in the morning.” Quickly she left, Danielle still bent over her desk and trying to collect herself with her jeans bunched up around her knees and her bottom a mass of red striped welts, all of it throbbing hotly.

Let's see...what do I want to give you kids first? How about the first chapter of one of the new stories; "the Friday Night Sessions"......


From The Friday Night Sessions in Victoria Fox's upcoming book :-) Chapter 1:

1. It Begins Again

The 32 year old artist waited nervously on Paul’s porch as she waited for him to answer the door. She had long legs in stockings, shaved perfectly smooth underneath. Her short navy blue skirt hung three inches over the knee, long enough to be respectable but short enough to show off her pretty legs. A Matching suit jacket was tailored to her waistline, open to show the delicate ivory colored silk blouse. She looked and was professional, well spoken and well dressed, admired in her field. She was also sometimes a hot mess, but she allowed very few people to see that.

She felt a knot in the pit of her stomach as he answered the door, which she willed away consciously. She knew what she was here to get, and was doing it on purpose. This was her fourth session with Paul, she chided herself, she should be prepared by now. Janet shook her long brunette hair out, flipping it to make sure it wasn’t caught under the collar and managed a sweet smile as me motioned her in.

It always began as soon as she arrived. In his living room the curtains were already drawn and he sat down in a comfortable chair. She took her jacket off and walked to the desk along another wall, and hung it over the chair neatly. She unbuttoned and unzipped her shirt, taking it off and folding it neatly. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off as well, leaving a silky camisole over her bra. She was wearing garter stockings underneath her lacy white panties, which she also pulled down and stepped out of.

She left the garter-belt and stockings on. Standing with her back to him still her bottom was already bare, and framed nicely by the old fashioned stockings. The heels she still wore made her pert ass look even more round and ripe.

Without a fuss she walked over to Paul steadily, and laid herself willingly across her lap.

He waited just a moment for her to settle into position, and then her spanking began. His large right hand caressed the skin and she tensed a little, just before he started to slap her ass. The swats were moderate at first, hard enough to sting, but not completely overwhelming. After a moment he really started to smacking her bottom like it was mean to hurt. She gasped as his heavy hand smacked her harder. It stung and began to ache with an uncomfortable burning sensation. Paul kept spanking her bare ass very hard. He enjoyed watching the reddening cheeks of her bottom bouncing under each smack.

Partly this was to get her bottom ready for much more severe discipline. If he spanked her like this first she would be able to take a much longer session. Once her skin was warm and tingling and the muscles had begun to accept the blows, he would be able to continue punishing her for a long time, and with other things he enjoyed using. This way the spanking would continue to feel hotly intense for her all the way through, but she’d be able to take it for as long as he decided without it doing her any real damage. She was in for a long session tonight, so he took his time spanking her bare bottom all over.

Even though he was smacking her bottom with a good force, she didn’t make too much of a fuss about it. He could tell his slaps to her bottom were having an effect from a soft whimper or a harshly drawn breath here or there, but there was no sign that she was in any terrible distress. There would be no point to that, she knew what she was there for. She wouldn’t want to get the kind of discipline she knew was coming without being a little tender to begin with. While it made the punishment session a little longer, it also helped to prepare her for what would be next.

He also spanked her bare bottom this way for his own pleasure. She had a pretty body, and her ass being framed by the garter stockings was hot. He liked watching her strip down a layer, and leave the professional woman at his desk. He wanted her to have time to set her week aside so that the surface level of her mind would be clear and he could touch the more hidden parts of her psyche, and to be in the right frame of mind himself to administer her discipline properly.

It was ten till eight, he noted. Her real session would go from eight pm. until midnight, and he would spank her in every possible way he felt like during that four hours. He would make the choices at will, and she would comply. He would only stop early were some real injury to occur, and he would make sure that didn’t happen. By the time he was done she would be thoroughly dressed down, and her bottom would be tender for days. For the next four hours she would be “miss” and he would be “Sir”, and they would leave the real lives of Janet and Paul at the door.