The New Spanking Story eBook
The Best of Victoria Fox #1
is now available!
The new eBook is 100 pages of hot spanking stories, and if I say so myself full of action and intelligently written. It's only $6.99, and will give you hours of smouldering reading pleasure....and maybe a few good ideas for your own spanking adventures. If you enjoy all the free material here, please buy a copy if you can, it's certainly the best way to encourage me to keep writing! Here's the direct link, where you can take a look at the preview and buy a copy :
The Best of Victoria Fox #1- M/f spanking story compilation
Excerpts from the new collection of stories:
Let the Punishment Fit the Crime
AN EXCERPT FROM THE NEW EBOOK "THE BEST OF VICTORIA FOX #1" 100 pages of the best hot spanking stories by Victoria Fox.
“Shelly, let’s get this over with so we can go on to something else” He said firmly. “You already agreed, so let’s go into my office and take care of it.”
She looked like she was about to start crying on the spot, the pert little nineteen year old blond. She was smart and liked people to see her as grown-up, he imagined that the thought of really getting a spanking didn’t make her feel very grown up.
He had left her to run the bookstore while he was at lunch, and came back in to catch her watching videos of girls getting spanked. There were no customers in the store, and she expected he’d take his usual hour long lunch rather than just hit a fast food place and bring her some snacks. Now he was going to see her cute little bottom turn rosy before him. He couldn’t wait. She looked very nervous, and it amused him.
There was an old ping pong table in the break room, and he wandered back and grabbed one of the paddles. It had a good grip and a ribbed rubber surface over thick wood. This would do nicely. After all, he had to reprimand her somehow- and this seemed to be a punishment that fit the crime. She was still stammering and hemming and hawing when he said “Now.” and grabbed her by the wrist, briskly walking her into the office. He closed and locked the door behind him.
Work Before Play
AN EXCERPT FROM THE NEW EBOOK "THE BEST OF VICTORIA FOX #1" 100 pages of the best hot spanking stories by Victoria Fox.
Her lythe little hands worked underneath her, scraping between the rough texture of his jeans and her smooth fine linen pants. She found the center and undid the clasps on her waistband, unzipping and undoing them as she leaned up just slightly to pull them down. That he had even started to spank her with them still on indicated just how determined he was to do this right now, but there was no question even to her that it wouldn’t end with her modesty so intact. She whimpered a little, but dared not give any real protest to the way things went. Black panties with little lace edges also got yanked down exposing creamy white skin as the flurry of hard slaps continued........
"THE BEST OF VICTORIA FOX #1"
is now available for instant download for only $6.99, featuring 100 pages of the best M/f spanking and corporal punishment stories buy Victoria Fox. The stories all center around old fashioned traditional discipline for naughty girls, from the strong Dominant men in their lives. You will find hot fantasy stories about boyfriends who take their ladies in hand with bare bottom OTK spankings, often followed with more harsh punishment. You will also find stories about absent-minded secretaries and employees getting paid properly for misbehavior with a spanking!, and students being taught some memorable lessons by their professors with the paddle and the dreaded cane.Download "THE BEST OF VICTORIA FOX #1" now, and watch for the upcoming F/f collection, the "BEST OF VICTORIA FOX #2". The second volume will feature all F/f spanking stories, with Dominant women teaching naughty younger ladies the value of proper behavior. Check the F/f spanking stories page on this blog for some free stories from the upcoming book about strict aunts, older sisters and teachers punishing recalcitrant girls with hard spankings using hairbrushes, switches, and other implements of domestic discipline.
Also watch for "THE BEST OF VICTORIA FOX #3- MASTER AND SERVANT", which will be full of Victoria's harder edged BDSM fiction, with lot's of spanking scenes as well as exploring other fetishes and fantasies of Dominance and submission.
Here's another freebie from the new compilation of M/f stories, enjoy!
Remember When the Time Comes
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.
If you enjoy all the free material here, please buy a copy of the M/f spanking story compilation if you can, it's certainly the best way to encourage me to keep writing! Here's the direct link, where you can take a look at the preview and buy a copy :
The Best of Victoria Fox #1- M/f spanking story compilation.
