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.