Free F/f spanking stories by Victoria Fox
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The main page is http://spankingfettish.blogspot.com/, and on the right a list of linked pages will also take you to some free M/f spanking stories, Vintage erotic pictures, and other fun adult fantasy stories and treats. Some of the stories are entirely new, and others come from my earlier publications, "Naughty Bedtime Stories", "Lessons", "College and the Art of Spanking", "Whipping Girls", and "A Hairbrush in Your Stocking"
Several collections are being put together now. "The Best of Victoria Fox #2- F/f spanking stories" will be available soon, a full length book featuring all F/f spanking stories like the free stories shared on this page.
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1. Looking for a Strict Aunt?
She kept spanking her with the hairbrush, intent on delivering a real and hard spanking. The girls heart rate sped up and she felt panicked as the lady kept whacking her butt with increasing strength and speed. She could no longer concentrate on being calm about it, her legs kicking a little involuntarily. The woman kept paddling her, and she knew her ass must be glowing red. Her face flushed with embarrassment to know that she had courted this, and it hurt like a thousand bee stings at once. Her Aunt started to lecture her on the importance of being honest with yourself, and how a good work ethic and more focus and discipline would be good for her life. It pulled psychological strings as well as physical ones, and she started crying, unsure of how much more she could bear.
by Victoria Fox
.....From “Naughty Bedtime Stories” by Victoria Fox -F/f disciplinary spanking- Mature Content intended for Adult readers.
Tara was furious. Casey was late again. They were the best of friends and sharing a room at college, and Tara was beginning to loose it. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to waiting around for Casey, ever since they met in high school, she found herself occasioned to being disappointed by being late for parties and other social events they would go to together. It frustrated her more because she had talked with her friend about it— and this it made her feel more disrespected every time.
Casey, however, was such a sweetheart that Tara was also used to loosing her angst as soon as she would walk in the door. Her moon shaped face would enter like beams of light, filling the room with its smile. She’d bubble over about how she just ran into an old friend and they got to talking…… and she’d babble about it for a moment before seeing the look of annoyance on Tara’s face. Then Casey would shift her eyes to the floor and apologize profusely, twisting strands of her wavy blond hair through over her polished peach nails.
“Oh my gosh Tara! I’m so sorry….We were supposed to leave at eight weren’t we…..Don’t be mad…..” she’d always say. The sincerity of it always came from such a genuine place that Tara would soon feel bad, and experience her frustration relenting. “Aww, kid, shut up…. Just don’t do it again.” She’d find herself responding.
Somehow, Tara had wound up being the ‘older sister’ in this relationship. It was usually Casey who would come to her for advice and guidance. Tara was nurturing in her way, but more than that, she was together. She was good at completing projects and directing her own life in ways that Casey just wasn’t mature enough to pull off yet. In a sisterly way, Tara always tried to influence Casey—who had so much potential and intelligence behind her flighty and daydreaming personality.
Just then Tara remembered something and grinned with a wickedness that was indescribable. The last time Casey had made her wait around for her to go see a movie, she PROMISED that it would never happen again (for the nth time, of course) and begged Tara to forgive her (just once more). Tara had been particularly mad at her and had been staring out the window as Casey prattled, almost getting teary. Finally she had said, “Listen, I really mean it. I’ll be on time when we’re supposed to be somewhere—heck, if I’m ever late again you can spank me like a little girl.” Tara giggled then, and while still laughing threatened “Okay, but only if I get to use a good wooden hairbrush like your Mom did when you were tiny! Aack! Imagine you, squealing about and kicking your legs—that’s what’ll happen if you ever make me late for something again!!”
Now, it had all been a joke at the time. Tara certainly hadn’t spanked anyone before, not outside of silly childhood games. She mused about it for a moment, feeling a strangely strong sense of confidence. ‘I’m totally going to do this,’ She thought, ‘ and BOY will she remember.’
That’s when Tara fished through her dorm dresser to find the Crabtree and Evelyn hairbrush her Mom had put into her stocking with bath accessories at Christmas. It’s back was thick and lacquered cherry-wood in the style of a Victorian antique. ‘Oh yeah, that’ll sting’ she chuckled to herself about her plan, and smacked the outside of her own thigh soundly.
“Yeowch!” she yelped out loud, surprising herself. For just a second, the flash of pain and her following laughter at herself mixed into some emotion that was almost erotic. She didn’t think about it much more than that as she plopped down into their rainbow beanbag chair, hiding the hairbrush under the edge of her long black broomstick skirt.
About two minutes later, nearly an hour late, Casey strolled in.
“So where have you been this time?” Tara asked abruptly, sounding almost disinterested. She looked lazily in Casey’s direction through emerald green eyes, feigning sleepiness.
Casey began her usual explanation of how she had gotten stuck in traffic after a ‘quick stop’ at McDonald’s for fries, which had turned into a long wait in the drive through and…. Tara cut her off right in the middle of her rather elaborate but familiar sounding excuse.
“Okay, Casey, never-mind how you wound up late.” Tara said, almost commanding.
Casey felt shocked, though she didn’t know why yet. Something seemed different. Tara had never stopped her like that, and not listened to the whole story. She didn’t have much time to figure it out though, before Tara asked:
“What did you tell me I could do last time, if you ever made me late again?”
“Oh, Fuck.” Were the first words to escape Casey’s full pink lips, giving away too quickly the fact that she remembered quite clearly.
Casey remembered joking with Tara about spanking her because she had found herself fantasizing about it under the covers late at night. Time somehow went into freeze frame for her, at that moment. She heard a memory of her Grandfather’s voice from the back of her head, saying, “Be careful what you wish for.”
Tara jumped off the beanbag chair sending her shoulder-length brown hair flying about her face, brush in hand. Casey winced and closed her eyes, stammering:
“Oh, hon…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean….come-on…you don’t have to…wouldn’t….can’t be serious…I mean…..” she said, expressing herself with embarrassingly little coherence. Before she knew it, her best friend was dragging her towards the bottom bunk bed, and somehow she had fallen across her lap.
The rest was a blur.
Tara flipped Casey’s suggestively short lavender skirt up, exposing the ivory satin panties beneath. Suddenly her fleshy round bottom felt the sting of the first impact, and she nearly jumped in the air as she let out an audible “ouch!” She didn’t get far, though, because Tara had somehow managed to get both wrists in one hand and had flipped a leg across both of Casey’s. Half a dozen crisp smacks rained quickly down before Tara paused, stating, “This will never do.”
Suddenly Casey felt her panties being whisked down, and her face went hotter then her backside. “Nooo….Tara…pleeeease….” she whined, and it was apparent to her that the whining was to no avail as she felt the cool wood resting upon her left cheek.
“Settle down.” Tara told her, flatly.
Casey surprised herself then, as she found herself going absolutely still, almost automatically. Her body remembered a ritual she had not followed since she was eight and had gotten caught stealing a candy bar from the party store by her house. She drew her breath quickly and held it, exhaling as another set of hard smacks landed on her reddening ass. It stung like mad! There was no discernible pattern! “Owwwwch! I’m sorreeeee!” she heard herself wail, almost as though she had not spoken the words.
“Fifteen- sixteen- seventeen” she heard Tara counting out loud. Why was she counting, she wondered, but couldn’t quite concentrate.
“Eighteen- nineteen- twenty-twenty one” they droned on, Casey jumping and squirming, trying not to kick her long tan legs in the air. This was just too embarrassing! “Owwch!” she heard herself squeak again.
Then they were in the thirties, and she could feel a tight hotness happening on the other side of the angry stinging. Moisture…. She felt…. Wet. The whole thing started to become incredibly surreal and dreamlike.
“Thirty-six-thirty-seven-thirty-eight”, her friend’s words seemed to run together, like some strange chant. Flashes of increasing hotness flared on her tender backside. A strange sensual pleasure flooded her, but only for a moment, before she felt herself heaving and near to tears.
Tara started to ask questions, punctuated by more spanking, harder, and harder still until she got the answers she was looking for. Casey’s answers echoed in her head as they were spoken, etching themselves on her memory.
“It’s rude to be late and leave people waiting.”
“I’ll wear a watch and pay attention to it.”
“You’re right, it’s immature to do this repeatedly”
“Okay, so I did deserve a spanking”
“Yes, I promise, I’ll remember this next time…”
“Sixty.” Tara said, letting her hairbrush fall out of her hand and tumble to the floor. She gently kissed the top of her tearful friends hair, whispering, “Do you know how I picked that number?”
Casey caught her breath and said, “Yes. Because you wanted to make sure I never want to be an hour late again!” She got up slowly and unsteadily, fixing her cloths and rubbing her hand quickly across her backside before jumping up and down squealing:
“Yeah, but you probably liked it!” Tara replied, both young women laughing together again.
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