A Whipping With a Riding Crop

Jane climbed down from the horse, sweaty from an afternoon ride and smiling at the fun. She patted Lucky and went to fill a bucket with something tasty for him. When she got back she fed him and took care of all the little things that make a horse comfortable. She turned around to see her Mother standing there suddenly, which was unexpected.

Jane was only 20, but extremely bright and independent for her age. She had pretty dark brown hair tied back in a ribbon, and beaming blue eyes. She didn't realize that soon her pretty eyes would be welling up with tears, her independence having gotten her in trouble again. Her mother casually tossed her backpack at her feet near the front of the stable area she was coming out of.

Her Mother believed very strongly that underage people shouldn't drink, except perhaps for a special occasion with something light like champagne, and under adult supervision. Jane staunchly held her own opinion about such things, she figured that if she could consider joining the military at her age she should also be able to get a beer if she wanted one and knew how to behave. At college she drank with her friends occasionally and never got in trouble, and was even honest with her Mum about it. The Mother had expressed disapproval but accepted that her daughter was in some ways a grown woman. The comment she had made about it months earlier was that she understood and hoped she'd be careful, but that she better not ever catch her doing that at home before her next birthday.

It was Summer now and Jane was back at the family ranch, and she had forgotten all about that. She was now very used to all her new adult freedoms. When she packed to come home she still had half a bottle of Jack Daniels and some Tequila, and she put the bottles in her bag. She didn't want to waste the expensive liquor.

The bag at her feet made Jane very afraid, particularly when she looked up to see her Mother standing there fuming. She told her daughter firmly that there was to be no underage drinking in her house ever, and that since she was so childishly disrespectful and disobedient she was going to be punished appropriately.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up because she suddenly remembered all of the many spankings she got as a younger girl. It had been years, but her Mother had that tone. Decisive. Jane didn't have long to think about it as she watched her mother pull a chair from the edge of the wall to a well lit spot under a hanging light bulb. This seemed very ominous to Jane.

Her Mother wouldn't have gone through her things, but she had tripped on the bag which her daughter had left open, and knocked out it's contents. She explained that to Jane, who was getting more pale by the minute. The girls Jaw dropped when she was told that she first get a spanking like a naughty little girl, for simply having disregarded her Mother's wishes. Then, because she was no longer a little girl, a more memorable punishment would follow. She didn't say what, only that Jane would make it much worse for herself if she didn't acceppt it with as much grace as she could muster.

Sitting on the chair her Mother magically produced the same hairbrush she had been spanked with more than a few times as a girl, and made Jane pull down her raiding pants and pretty satin panties. Shaking, Jane complied, feeling like the straw covered ground might disappear under her feet. She nearly fell into position across her Mothers lap, and the lady began to paddle her bottom with the brush with no remorse about delivering a good hard spanking. She lectured her about respecting others and herself, and how she expected that a real spanking would make her really think more carefully next time.

Jane squirmed across her mother's lap, the hard smacks seeming unbearable. Had it hurt this much when she was younger, she wondered? Her soft skin became very tender and hot quickly, and she begged her mom to stop. To no avail, just as it had been the last time her Mother spanked her, the punishment continued until she was crying and kept going.

Finally her Mother put the hairbrush down, which was a great relief for a second. Then she remembered what her Mother had said before she spanked her with the hairbrush. Now she was made to get up and lay across the chair, while her Mother got her riding crop.

It slashed through the air and collided with both of her bottom cheeks at once in a burning line of fire. Again and again the crop landed, not just the tip, but the whole length of the little whip. Jane yelled out and her mother paused to tell her that it really didn't matter how much noise she made, they were in a stable in the country. She was going to get the whipping she deserved weather she liked it or not.

Line after line landed on the girls bottom as she apologized and tears streamed down her face.

Finally it stopped and her mother let her get up and pull her cloths back on. She told her that she was almost proud of her for taking her punishment so well, and she'd save the bottles for her 21st birthday.

A Spanking for the Naughty Maid

The beautiful blonde girl wiggled, her long hair streaming over her shoulder and down towards the hard wood floor underneath them. Her sexy little French maid costume was askew, the back of it pulled up exposing her soft round fleshy bottom. She was laid across a strong looking man’s lap, and he had her held in place so tightly that she couldn’t have wiggled out of it even if she tried. He was slapping her bare bottom repeatedly, spanking her quite soundly. His hand came down across her ass in a particularly hard swat and she moaned out loud, but he hushed her and told her that she had been very naughty. She had this coming for a long time, he reminded her, and continued to spank her with quick hard smacks that left a hot stinging impression.

She had been wearing white panties that matched the costumes cute little apron, but they were now tangled just above her knees. It had the effect of making it harder for her to move her legs to avert the blows that seemed to rain down unending. She was actually about 26, but she looked more like she was sixteen in the outfit, which amused him greatly. She felt more like a naughty little girl who was being punished every second, as the sounds of him smacking her butt rang in her ears. How had she gotten herself into this position again, she wondered, but had trouble focusing.

Just when she thought it was getting really bad and she couldn’t take the stinging sensation he picked up the hairbrush. It was wooden and old fashioned, and she knew what was coming. She begged him not to use the brush, but he told her to stop making such a fuss and began to swat her bottom with it. He reminded her that he had been lenient, that she got away with too many things, and while he might help her out sometimes there had to be a line where she paid some kind of price-- and this time it was going to be in the form of a very long spanking. She whimpered at that and he continued to paddle her bare ass with the hairbrush until it was almost glowing red.

He made her get up and stand in the corner for a few moments, holding her skirt up to expose her reddened bottom. He thought it was kind of cute framed by the little dress, and told her so. He also told her that he didn’t think it was cute when she behaved like a really naughty little girl, and he planned to remind her further of what that can earn a girl. After she stood there for the eternity of five minutes with her hot bottom throbbing, he made her lay over his desk and push her naughty little bottom up into the air. She heard the clanking of metal as he undid his belt and he stomach tightened with anticipation.

It made an awful sound as it came through the air landing in a powerful crack across her bottom. Again and again he whipped her with the stiff thick leather belt. Tears welled in her eyes as it came down harder. Sixty times it whipped her poor bare bottom, her trying desperately to stay in place until he was done. Finally he stopped and asked his lover if she thought she’d let him catch her reading spanking stories when she promised to do the dishes again tomorrow. She composed herself after a long minute and kissed him deeply.

Sexy Art Photos : The Joy of Restraint

Fun Spanking Pic :-)

Real Spanking Confessions

I added a fun letter I got recently from a cool girl named Courtney. She's in a spanking relationship with a younger guy who is just getting into BDSM, and it sounds like it's going really well for both of them. Check out the "Dear Victoria Page" to catch the beginning of a story, and feel free to leave a comment to encourage her to share more about it. :-)

Read her thoughts here:

REAL SPANKING CONFESSIONS

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A note from Victoria...

It's been a while since I posted, but I thought I'd stop in and say Happy New Years to all of my readers out there :-). I'd love to hear from some of you again...anybody get or give any fantastic Holiday spankings? If you're willing to share your experiences up here let me know and I'll add some fun bits on the letters page on this site. Just send a note to me at missvictoriafox@gmail.com and make it clear in your note that it's cool to share the scandalous details of your own hot bottom stories.

The biggest reason I haven't been posting is that my computer was down for a few long months, but now I have all kinds of new spanking stories and pics to share. A new fun spanking fiction novel will be available online shortly, and lots of free fun additions here as well. Let's just say I have a whole new toybox full of school canes, floggers, hairbrushes and paddles that can deliver a good hard spanking; and have had a whole lot of ....ahem....inspiring moments lately! Don't mind me if I have to stand up while I type :-)

Love,
   Victoria