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.

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.

A Trip Down Spanking Memory Lane???

Ironically enough with all the things I've been reading and thinking about, last night I ran into an old friend of mine who at a different point in time delivered some of the most memorable experiences I've had with corporal punishment and D/s. I'll admit, I still think about the things that happened between us and in our household, although it probably would not be good or appropriate to open that can of worms with him again.

It's difficult for me not to push for it, in a way, because we were very connected at the time and the moments we shared were quite intense. I'll never forget a caning I got from him, when a room mate walked in and told him not to stop on his account. Because there was a deep friendship between all of us it was both comfortable and somehow terribly embarrassing to have the lengthy ass whupping that followed witnessed by the other friend, who I soon discovered had not only known it was going on, but made the less than subtle suggestion hours before it happened that I could probably use it! They insisted I keep my eyes forward, which became difficult as I realized that the room mate that had just walked in was actually giving him pointers and teaching him how to do it better! Suddenly things went frrom a mild and playful 'bondage fun night' to me seeing stars as the rain of blows became mercilessly quick and sharp with precision. It would have continued for some time longer, I'm sure, but the cane broke! I was then taught that anytime something breaks or gets damaged like that it's my responsibility to replace it. I was also told with a wicked gentleness not to worry, because our neighborhood was full of green bamboo!

That was one out of many moments we shared, which I will admit were good for me in their time.... some of which I hated to love, and some of which I loved to hate. Sometimes I miss living in a household with an understated element of D/s that occasionally turned into something real and interesting. I learned a lot and shared a lot that was meaningful to me in it's context.

The reality however is that even though part of it was a good situation that helped me to grow in many ways, the situation as it stood outlived it's usefulness.

Some of it might be entertaining to write about, or at least elements of those situations as part of crafting other stories. That I did, in fact follow directions and go cut myself several bamboo switches the next day, for instance... gives me a definitive perspective on what it's like to be in that position.

That off my chest, I also have worked on rebuilding more of this blog. There's another racy story on the M/f spanking stories page, from one of the BDSM erotic fiction ebooks I did. It's about a young woman who gets caught looking at spanking videos at work, and how her boss decides to deal with the incident appropriately. LOL. "Let the Punishment Fit the Crime".

I also added a page for BDSM humor, and posted "The Politically Correct Domination Fantasy". You'll find links on the right side of this page to check out the changes and new additions. Enjoy!

The Reappearance of Victoria Fox

I managed to take a sort of sabbatical from my kinky life for a while. I had published 5 ebooks of D/s and BDSM fiction, centered mostly around spanking fetish and the psychology of B & D. The break was motivated by a computer failure that caused me to loose several nearly finished manuscripts; this extensive blog getting eaten by the blogger-monster, and a set of personal circumastances too bizarre to describe. ( this coming from me, lol! )

I'm back. It's Laura Antoniou's fault. I'll have to find a creative way to thank her for the highly entertaining and educational weekend I just had.

If you haven't already, and your one of the huge numbers of people still looking at this blog, you should really go buy her Marketplace trilogy, right now.

Why? I knew by page 5 or sooner that I should put the book down, quickly, and run away. I knew exactly what would happen if I didn't. Given that I seem to have difficulty being obedient even to myself, I suffered the consequences. (ha!) I could not put it down. Book 1, "The Marketplace" lead directly to book 2, "The Slave", and Book 3, "The Trainer". I read for 5 days straight, a litter of coffee cups at my feet. I'm not kidding. It's better than Anne Rice's Beauty Series, by far. It's better than my stuff, to the point that even saying I write BDSM erotic fiction makes me blush and feel embarrassed. It should be required reading for anyone interested in S & M, B & D, D/s and other forms of kinky alphabet soup.

I'm quite sure I'll be trying to explain why, in my own humble attempt to be of service, and that it will take some time to do that properly. I am likely to have a love/hate relationship with this, but I definitely have to write again, there really isn't a choice.....my inner Muse doesn't seem to pay attention to safe words when she wants to torture me. That, and and I better cruise for someone to play with again, before I loose my mind completely.

In the mean time start Here, with "The Marketplace" by Laura Antoniou , and then read "The Slave" and "The Trainer" :



You can also check out her blog here:
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