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.

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The Best of Victoria Fox #1- M/f spanking story compilation

Thanks and Happy Spanking! ~ Victoria Fox

The Best of Victoria Fox #1 - M/f Compilation

So close...so close. Sometime tomorrow "The Best of Victoria Fox # 1 will be available, and I'll post an update on how to get your own copy of the ebook. It's 100 pages of fun M/f spanking stories. Some of them are those that have been the most popular from previous publications that are no longer available, and a few are entirely new hot spanking and corporal punishment stories. There's quite a bit of free material on this site, so you know what my writing is like. If you've enjoyed the stories here, I'm sure you'll enjoy the ebook, and buying a copy would be a great way to say "Thanks!".

The ebook will be an easy pdf download, and viewable with any number of modern gadgets. The best of Victoria Fox #1 is intended to be a series, with the first being all Male dominant/ Female submissive spanking stories. There will also be a F/f spanking stories collection, and a collection of edgier BDSM fiction soon to be available.


Happy Spanking!
Victoria

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Spanking Shorts #1- Work Before Play

I'm also working on a series of short-short spanking stories, around 1,000 words each; where the story is mostly action with little bits of plot revealed as the spanking happens. Here's the first one, what do you all think? I also decided to add this one to the new eBook, which is part of a series of spanking short stories I've put together.

Work Before Play

M/f – bare bottom hand spanking

She had been very naughty, and she knew it as her roommate was pulling her up off the floor. He had at least taken meticulous care as he unplugged her headphones from her laptop, so she could actually hear him. He asked how long she had been playing video games, which he had apparently asked her several times while she was unable to hear him with the sound turned up. Stunned, she told him for a little bit, and that she was just taking a break. It was the sharp tone in his voice when he stated “that’s a lie and a fabrication.” That sent shivers down her spine as he had purposefully picked her laptop up from her lap and set it on a table next to the couch she was leaning against. To her, these things seemed to occur almost all at once, as she became aware that he was pulling her up off her seat, sitting down on the couch behind her, and pulling her in a smooth motion across his lap. To herself she immediately thought, ‘This can’t possibly be good.’

Her sudden realization was punctuated by a sharp slap across her bottom that made her squeal. It wasn’t that she didn’t know exactly what he meant to do as he had pulled her into that position, but somehow the sharp instant sting surprised her like it always did. Almost embarrassed at her obvious reaction she tried to calm herself down with a quick deep breath, which didn’t seem to help this time as the initial smack turned into a rain of blows. There was apparently not going to be a discussion about this one. The sting intensified spreading across both cheeks, and she let out a much quieter but more genuine little moan. The pinstripe slacks she was wearing provided no protection, though just as she thought that she felt his other hand move on her waist tugging at the top of her trousers. She dropped her shoulders and felt her moistening eyes plead, though she was staring up at a spot on the wall and couldn’t make eye contact. She knew better than to argue this anyway.

Her lithe 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.

He had her permission to do this anytime he wanted to or thought she deserved it, not that it seemed he needed such permission. There was really nothing she could have done from that position to stop him in the process. His hand landed hard, flexing across her bottom flesh until the creamy pale skin turned pink, then closer to a bright and blushing shade of red. She knew why she was getting spanked, and couldn’t in any honest way argue in her defense. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, except possibly by making the punishment worse.

The thought of her bare bottom upended in such a childish way embarrassed the pretty young woman of 26. That she had agreed, even asked for this, nearly infuriated her at this point. Yet she couldn’t really be mad, because he had caught her wasting time when she had an important project to be working on. Her bottom burned with a hotter and hotter intensity as he continued spanking her, unaware of her internal thoughts. A deeper breath, and she tried to accept more gracefully the stinging blows as they covered her ass in uncomfortable heat. She knew she shouldn’t have been blowing off time with the video game she liked, and now like a character in some little play she was helpless to the fate that had already been written. She’d be spanked like a child for being naughty, and playing around when she was supposed to be working was definitely naughty. Although she liked being spanked sometimes, this sudden harsh thrashing for something real was not what she enjoyed. He was only smacking her with his hand, but his hand across her bottom felt like it was made of steel or something stronger. Unable to help herself any longer she wailed out loud, her long hair whipping across her face as she tried to turn her head and look up at him pleadingly. She knew better, it was not over yet.

He started to slap not just her fleshy bare bottom, but her upper thighs, and it made her cringe and squeal. She pleaded with him, that she knew she had work to do, and that she’d get right on it if he’d let her up. The spanking continued, him muttering something about how she should have done that earlier. He went back to concentrating on each of her exposed bottom cheeks, her tangled panties a mess around her knees, as she tried not to kick or struggle. She knew that would only make the spanking longer, and possibly encourage him to use something harder. She could tell at least that he knew he was getting his point across already in a memorable way.

Finally the smacking slowed a little and he paused, asking her if she’d finally finish her work now. Emphatically she made promises she meant, and he made some small grunt of agreement. To be sure, he reminded her that he knew she had been naughty and had every bit of this spanking coming, and proceeded to swat her bottom harder and harder until tears spilled down her cheeks and touched her quivering lips. Then he stopped and helped her up, kissing her forehead gently as she got up and straightened her clothing.

Gingerly she sat back down at her desk to finish her work.

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F/f spanking story

Yesterday I posted the first chapter from a new story called "The Friday Discipline Sessions", which is a M/f spanking fetish fantasy story which ranges from disciplinary to erotic, and gets into bdsm psychology and role relationships through the experiences the characters share. The entire story will be in the upcoming book. Since chapter one from that story is the beginning of an intense M/f sceene, I thought I'd share a F/f spanking scene from another one of the new stories in the book. Here's chapter 2 of "Dorm Life for Danielle", in which a college girl is taken to task by her 'dorm mother'.

...from Dorm Life for Danielle
by Victoria Fox

ch 2

“Well, aren’t you a royal brat.” Nancy snapped two seconds after she walked into Danielle’s room. It had been six days since her first visit. Danielle’s jaw dropped, as she hadn’t expected to see the dorm mother until the next day, certainly not after daytime hours. She had meant to keep up on things, but all kinds of other things had pulled her focus all week. She looked around, trying to lie to herself for a moment, telling herself that it wasn’t that bad. Danielle noticed as she tried to come up with a smooth excuse that things were really a mess again. She stammered and exclaimed that she hadn’t expected Nancy until the next day and that she’d clean everything up in the morning.

The Dorm mom already had her cell phone in her hand. Acting as though she was almost ignoring the hysterical acting college girl, she reached into her purse and pulled a little notebook out. It had emergency contact information for all the young women enrolled at the college, including the numbers of their parents. “Danielle,” She said cooly “You won’t have to. I’ll be contacting the Dean in the morning to have you suspended on grounds that your room is a health hazard and you have failed to listen to warnings already given you.”

“Nancy, you can’t!” Danielle exclaimed, he eyes widening and becoming instantly wet.

The lady with the notepad and phone smirked and continued without pause, to say that she’d be calling her Father to make arrangements for her to be picked up.

Danielle’s cheeks flooded with tears. She found herself begging in the most childlike fashion to be given another chance. Nancy just stared at her, expressionless. Dani apologized, promised she’d do better, and pleaded for Nancy to just come check in the morning. Nancy still stared at her pointedly, looked at her phone, and back at the girl. Please, she bagged again, don’t. In tears and not knowing what possessed her, she told Nancy that she had been right the week before, that she did deserve a spanking.

Nancy then asked her the most embarrassing series of questions she had ever been required to answer. She wanted to know when the last time Danielle had gotten a spanking was. Danielle told her about the incident when she borrowed her Dad’s car without permission, trying to not get into detail. Her face flushed with shame as Nancy demanded the full story. She wanted to know what Danielle had been spanked with, and for how long. Dani told her that her Daddy had used his hand, and a hairbrush, and his heavy leather belt. Nancy asked if he had pulled down her panties and spanked her on her bare bottom, and when Danielle nodded the lady said that she surely deserved it. She asked her if he spanked hard enough that it really hurt, and Dani tried to look away. She asked her if it made her feel like a naughty little girl when he took the hairbrush to her, and if she had felt embarrassed when he whipped her bare bottom with his belt.

Danielle was visibly humiliated by the questions, especially the last one- whether or not she had that old hairbrush in her dorm room. Danielle wondered hatefully to herself why she had kept the thing, and nodded at the formidable looking woman. She sighed, somehow giving in, retrieved the brush from her dresser drawer, and handed it to Nancy.

The spanking was quick, unexpected, different from her Father’s. Nancy pulled her down on the bottom bunk bed and made her lay over her lap. She began swatting hard, immediately with the brush, over her jeans. After about 25 good hard smacks, she ordered her to pull down her pants, and repeated the same volley of swats on top of her panties. The hard solid whaps across her bottom with the hairbrush seemed excruciating. They kept coming so fast that she didn’t have a second to catch her breath. She had already been crying when the spanking began, and now was sobbing as Nancy pulled her panties down. Having this strange woman do such an intimate thing made her feel ashamed. She didn’t have time to think about the emotion as the spanking kept going, now on her bare bottom. Nancy managed to hit every spot on Danielle’s butt, making it turn crimson. A few hard slaps to her thighs made her wail into the pillow, as Nancy continued to spank all over both cheeks again. Finally Nancy stopped for a moment, and told her to stop crying and get up.

Out of breath Danielle choked for a moment, and tried to pull her sobs in. She stood up and fumbled to pull her underwear and jeans back over her throbbing ass. Nancy told her that wouldn’t be necessary, that she should lean on her desk and try to take the rest of her punishment like a good little girl that knew she deserved it. Danielle straightened up and followed the older woman’s orders. Nancy pulled the blind rod off of the hanging blinds in the window, and suddenly Danielle heard the thing swish just before the impact. She moaned and almost jumped into the air with the first hot red line, and Nancy reminded her to be still. The second, third and fourth crisscrossed, Dani concentrating hard not to move, to just let it happen. Two more, nancy announced, and paused for a second. Then the fifth and sixth landed, seemingly at the same time in a strange eternity of slow motion. “Owwww!’ she heard herself cry out with the first, and “I’m sorreeeee!” with the second.

“That’s better,” Nancy said “And get this pig sty cleaned up before I see you again in the morning.” Quickly she left, Danielle still bent over her desk and trying to collect herself with her jeans bunched up around her knees and her bottom a mass of red striped welts, all of it throbbing hotly.