Sunday, December 6, 2009

Holiday Presents for BDSM lovers- great spanking fiction and erotic eBook

One thing I haven't really mentioned here is that a couple of my stories recently got featured in a compilation ebook of spanking and BDSM fiction. I just got a chance to look through my copy and I can say I'm impressed to see how well Victoria put the whole thing together. There were seven authors included, and each of them shared stories that I think showed how a lot of aspects of BDSM can be very similar and very different at the same time depending on the connection between the people who are involved. I thought there was a lot of good writing, really more than I expected. I also enjoyed the essays, and the section at the back with links to a bunch of personal spanking blogs and sites , and some cool stuff for writers. She was very encouraging, and I'm glad I got to be a part of it.

You can see the preview of the book “A Hairbrush in Your Stocking” at http://stores.lulu.com/whippingpost

Victoria is also offering a direct-order spankophile Holiday Special that sounds like a fun deal; the three most recent books for twenty bucks. She must need Christmas money or something to offer them so cheap! LOL ;-)~ Each of the ebooks has a collection of F/f and M/f spanking stories, and has the feel of a gourmet kind of erotica. I certainly enjoyed it enough to start re-reading it right away! Payment is made via paypal through the buttons on her site: http://spankingfettish.blogspot.com

The details are also in one of her recent posts. If you like this sort of thing you should check it out anyway, there are lot's of hot pictures of naughty girls getting spankings, and free stories. If you enjoy this kind of erotica, say something nice in her comments over there- I'm hoping she'll be finishing an all F/f compilation she's been working on that I think will get a lot more interest than she expects. It's one genera I don't think there is enough good writing in, and I enjoy her take on things as well as the stories of the other cool writer's she picked to include.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

F/f Spanking forum Link

I found a cool looking F/f spanking forum, not sure how I missed it. It looks like it goes back really far, and has lots of stories and threads. Worth checking out!

F/f Spanking Forum

Surprises Are Fun Part 3 and 4

( see earlier post to read part 1 and 2 )

Part 3


My bottom really was throbbing, and stinging, and itching a little. It was hard not to dance around to room, but I didn't want mommy to peek in and see me not standing still. I didn't know how long I'd have to wait there, but the minutes ticked by like years. I dreaded being called out of the corner, but hated standing in it.

Suddenly I could her her heels clicking on the hard wood in the hall. She was coming back. "Stay right there." she said, and came over to me, putting something new in my hands. "Now you hold that against your bottom like a good girl who knows that she needs to be punished." She said, making me blush with embarrassment. "You should be grateful." she added. I could tell that what was in my hands was a school cane. One hot tear dripped down my cheek in anticipation. This was going to hurt, I already knew.

I heard her behind me, arranging things on the bed. She sat down, and started reading something tome out loud.

"In the Student Code of Conduct it says that if your are disrespectful or disobedient you can be punished corporeally, by spanking, paddling, and caning..."she trailed off. "Were you disrespectful to me when I started to talk about discipline at your school?" She asked.

"Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry." I responded. Better not to lie.

"Did I spank you for it?"she asked.

"Yes Mommy." I said, nose still in the corner.

"Did it hurt?" she asked.

"Mommy..." I whined.

"Answer the question!" she demanded.

"Yes Mommy, it hurt when you spanked me." I told her.

"What do you think I'm going to do now?" She asked.

I didn't want to answer. I knew, by what was in my hands. "Please, Mommy, not the cane!" I yelped.

"Well then, it seems that you're paying attention. Come here now." She demanded.

I turned and saw the stack of pillows near the edge of the bed. Now I felt shaky. She told me to bend over them and grab the other side of the mattress. She pulled my panties all the way off and made me step out of them, telling me she wanted to be able to get some good smacks on my thighs too. I almost jumped up, and she still hadn't swatted me with it yet!

"Do you know why I'm going to give you the cane?" she asked, sounding very stern.

"No, Mommy- please- I'll be good."

The begging didn't work. In fact, it provoked her. Without warning the first stroke whisked across my naked butt, leaving a fiery stripe "Ooowch!" I squealed. "Hush." she said.

"Yes, Ma'am." I said, the tone of one being reproached in my voice.

SWISH "Owwww!"

"Quiet, I said.!"

SWISH "MMMMH!" I almost cried, forcing the sound to hold itself back against my firmly pressed together lips.

SWISH "Ahhhh!" "please Mommy!" I choked out.

"Nope." She answered, still pausing. The cane rested against my firey hot cheeks, and she told me in no uncertain terms that I had been disobedient when I wouldn't stay still to be paddled with the hairbrush. Since I didn't take that like a good girl, I was getting the cane, and then -another- spanking with her hand and the hairbrush, to see if I had learned to be more obedient. Tears sprang to my eyes suddenly. She couldn't be serious, I thought! It had only been 4 strokes, but already I thought I was going to die or something.

"8 more with the cane, and you better behave or I'll start over." She promised. I resolved to stay very still and take it. Stripe after stripe landed. Time ceased. Every one of those eight stripes could have been a hundred, I was sure. Suddenly it was over and I collapsed forward on the pillows.

I was told to stay put.

She went to the kitchen and came back, and I heard her dragging the chair from the middle of the room to the corner. Not the corner again!

She told me to turn around, and I did, seeing the chair in the corner with a wicker place mat on it.

"Keep your skirt up" she said "And come sit down over here."

I wanted to whine once I understood what she meant to make me do- but I didn't think it would be a good idea. I sat down with my bare bottom on the wicker mat. It hurt in the most irritating way, like being stung by a hundred bees at once.

She told me that in a half an hour I was going to get the spanking of my life, and that since I had misbehaved, the rest of what I had gotten didn't count. Then she spun on her heel and left me alone again.


Part 4


Mommy left me sitting there on the wicker mat, which was miserable. I knew better than to get up, and every time I moved or shifted a little, the scratchy straw cords of the mat would rub against me stinging hot bottom. A half an hour went by slowly, and I thought about all the times in my life I had gotten away with being disobedient or disrespectful in situations where I should have done differently. As hard as it was to sit there, I realized I was probably putting myself through this experience because I needed it.

I was very nice to Mommy when she came back, even though I knew she was going to spank me again and make my bottom even more sore. I swallowed hard and resolved myself when she sat down on the bed and called me over. It was a high enough bed that my feet dangled off the floor, making me feel even more like I really was a little girl. Silently, she began to spank me again. I looked at the clock, and ten minutes later she was still spanking me. On top of the thin stripy impressions the cane had theft, even being spanked with her hand hurt so much more than it did the first time. I didn't make a peep, or struggle and protest, even when she picked up the hairbrush.

I gasped as she laid into me with it. Then out of nowhere as she kept paddling my but hard I started to cry and sob. I didn't beg her to stop, and tried not to make a fuss, but it really stung. Each swat made all the heat in that part of my bottom flare up, and I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. i realized that didn't matter, she was the one who would get to decide when I had been spanked enough.

Then she started to lecture me, and I really started to cry. She reminded me about how I had messed up the rules at my old school, and that it was my fault I had to go to a stricter school. I had been late too many times, not done my homework, brought cigarettes to school, and all kinds of things that made me a handful for my teachers. Even though I was crying about it now, mommy thought I still needed the spanking. She decided that since I had twelve detentions last semester she was going to spank me with the hairbrush for 12 more minutes.

It went on forever. I knew Mommy would never really hurt me beyond making my butt sore, but she was wearing me out. I kept crying for a few minutes, really hard, but the tears and the sobbing finally slowed down. The spanking did not. I watched the clock as the minutes creeped by.

Somewhere around seven minutes my stoic resolve broke and I begged and pleaded with her to stop. "I'll be good Mommy, I swear!" came out of my mouth, among other things. She didn't even say anything, and I knew it was hopeless. Five more minutes of getting my bare butt paddled.

Every smack blended together. My thighs got it too, which made me kick a bit, though I tried not to. When I did that she landed a flurry of smacks on my but that made me scream and throw my head into the mattress. She still didn't stop. Once I stopped kicking though, she calmed the spanking
down just a bit. It still really hurt, though.

Finally it was over. I just laid there over her lap and started to cry again. I didn't feel like I could move for a couple of minutes. She stroked my hair and told me that it was alright, she was sure I'd remember to be a good girl. Finally she helped me up and we went to the kitchen and ate sandwiches. I sat on pillows at the table, which helped just a little. She told me that she knew that was a really long hard spanking, and she could tell that I had tried to be good about it.

Finally, our afternoon was over. She told me that there was one more thing she wanted me to do-- my car has those leather seats that heat up? You guessed it. I had to drive the whole way home with it on. At first it kind of felt nice, but then it was miserable. Finally I was home and able to think about the whole thing.

It was a few days of uncomfortable sitting afterwards, I'll tell you!

Still, I can't wait to see "Mommy" again. Though next time she might be my teacher, or my boss- I never know until I walk into the living room. Surprises are fun.