Monthly Archives: July 2013

Sophia’s Spanking Story – a fragment

Alice turned her chair to face the kitchen sink and sat in the cushioned seat. Across from her, Alice’s girlfriend was angry and sulking, slamming pots and pans into the sink, making a racket, as well as a mess.


Alice’s girlfriend stiffened and looked over her shoulder. “What?” she said, slapping a sponge into the soapy water.

“I’ve had enough of your behavior. What you did was wrong, and you know it.”

“I don’t think it was.” Sophia was petulant, her voice high and bitter. “And even so, you had no right to spank me in front of our friends.”

Alice’s dark eyebrow arched high. She pursed her lips and smoothed her skirt. “What did you say?” The warning tone in Alice’s voice was clear, but it was too late for Sophia to take back her words.

Sophia bit her bottom lip and turned around. “I mean. It was just so embarrassing.”

Alice smoothed her skirt and looked up at her girlfriend. “So you think you’d rather have a private spanking?”

Sophia gulped. She knew where this was headed. “Alice, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

Alice shook her head, her dark eyes glittering. “I know what you meant, and I think you know what’s next.” She patted her lap.

Sophia leaned against the sink and twisted her wet fingers together. “Really, Alice. I’m sorry.” Her lips were trembling.

Alice’s face was blank. “Assume the position.”

Slowly, Sophia dried her hands on a dishcloth. Black hair hanging in her face, she took five reluctant steps to stand next to Alice, and then she laid across her lap.

“I think you’ve forgotten something, Sophia. A hard spanking is always on the bare bottom.” Alice slapped her girlfriend’s bottom. “Take off your jeans and panties.”

“But Alice! Can’t I keep my panties on?”

“This is a private spanking, Sophia. There’s no one here but you and me.” She slapped Sophia’s blue-jeaned bottom again. “Take them off.”

Sophia winced at the sharp smack, but knew that it would get much worse before it got better. She stood and dropped her pants and panties to her knees, and then lay across Alice’s lap again.

“All the way, Sophia.”

Sophia shook her head, but said nothing. Huffing with the effort, she stood again, and dropped her clothing to the floor and kicked them free. Sophia huddled into herself, clasping her hands and drawing them to her breasts. “My blouse?”

Inwardly, Alice smiled at her light-brown goddess of a girlfriend. Sophia was beautiful: black hair and smooth skin, her Cuban ancestry most apparent in her full behind. “You can keep your blouse.”

Sophia nodded, a quick jerky motion, and then lay across Alice’s lap once again. Her brown bottom was high in the air. The tips of her fingers and her toes barely touched the floor.

“When we’re finished here, you will leave your pants and panties on the floor while you finish the dishes.” Sophia’s body suddenly tensed, and Alice raised her hand high over her shoulder. “I want you to remember this spanking for a long time.”

With that, Alice delivered slow, hard impacts, alternating between Sophia’s sweet, brown cheeks, the sharp SMACK! of each swat loud in the kitchen.

Taisha Asks for a Spanking – a fragment

“Have you ever spanked a girl?” Taisha’s eyes were wide, and she glanced at her feet as she whispered the question. I liked this shy, pretty, black girl. She was new to the university and had barely passed her 21st year. Yet, Taisha seemed young in so many ways. Our conversation started innocently: Where does one go to have fun in the city? I think she was surprised when I told her that the Whipping Post was my favorite nighttime destination. From there, the conversation quickly took a turn for my pleasures.

“I’ve been known to spank girls,” I replied. My own hands were a creamy white, and there was stark contrast when I put one finger under her narrow chin and raised Taisha’s eyes to meet mine. “Why do you ask?”

Taisha fidgeted with her fingers, twisting them into knots, clasping them at her waist. Her pupils dilated; her lips pursed, and I wanted to lean over and give her a kiss. “I’ve heard that you do,” she said, her voice low and trembling. “I’ve heard that you spank girls.” Taisha lifted her wine glass by the stem and took a single sip. Deliberately, she set the glass on the table, sat very tall and looked me in the eye. “I think I want you to spank me, Alice Dark.” The declaration was liquid; the words flowed, one to the next, like poetry. “On my bare bottom.”

I smiled at her and licked my lips. I liked the vision I had of this lovely, brown girl bent over my knees, her bottom bared for the strike. “I can do that,” I said.

“But nothing else,” Taisha added, shaking her long, natural black curls. “I’m not a lesbian. Not gay.” She twisted her hands together again. “I just-” her voice trailed off, and she looked down at the floor again. So pretty. So shy.

“Have you ever been spanked before?”


“Not by your parents? Your teachers?”

She shook her head silently.

“Then why now?”

Taisha looked up at me. Her eyes glittered with unspent tears. “I don’t know,” she said. Her bottom lip trembled. “I heard the stories about you. And I guess, I’m just curious.”

It was more than that. I knew it. And I think deep down, Taisha knew it, too. I brushed my dark hair out of my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I pretended to think about her request, though I’d already made up my mind. Across from me, Taisha wiggled and squirmed. She was nervous. Unsure of what to do or say next.

“All right,” I finally said. A flush of relief crossed the young woman’s face. “But on the couch.”

Taisha nodded, and I moved to the sofa. The young woman stood in front of me as I sat and smoothed my skirt. She seemed to have regained some of her confidence.

“I want to be across your lap.” It was a pronouncement, again, liquid in its delivery; Taisha had an almost musical voice.

I settled back in the middle of the long couch, and then nodded to Taisha. The next few moments passed quickly, and in silence. She crawled onto the couch and then across my lap, and lowered herself until I felt her full weight upon my thighs. A slight shiver ran through my own body when I felt the heat of her body. Though her confidence had returned, Taisha was still nervous, and she radiated a desire for this spanking.

I raised her sheer dress along the length of her long, slender legs, over the fullness of her bottom to her waist and tucked it into the belt around her waist. Then, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her blue, silk panties and peeled them down to her knees.

God, she was beautiful. Her bottom was perfect: twin hemispheres of brown flesh, as yet unmarked by age or spanking. Her bottom trembled as I caressed her cheeks with my fingertips, dawdling at the cleft that separated the halves. I wanted to take it further – to probe her depths with my fingertips. But I remembered her earlier words. For now, that was forbidden.

Her face was turned so that I could see her lovely eyes – twins pools of molten chocolate. Her fingers were wrapped in my skirt and clenched the material tightly. She was tense and quiet.

“Relax, my dear.” Again, I stroked her bottom lightly, and a shiver ran through her buttocks. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes.” Her reply came through gritted teeth; her eyes were wide open.

I looped one arm around her waist, and raised my hand high over my head. “You can scream if want to.” I assured her. “No will know.”

She didn’t reply, but nodded her head slightly.

Alice Dark Spills the Spankings to Fika

Monday Morning Fika with Alice Dark: A former Catholic schoolgirl’s aphrodisiac

Today we have the irrepressible, mischievous, and oh-so-naughty Alice Dark! I’ve wanted to host Our Lady of F/F Badness for quite a while, but her pesky day job kept getting in the way. Can you imagine? Hmph! She was the first author of F/F spanking I met, and I’ve adored getting to know how that evil little mind works. (Point in case: her avatar includes a naughty–quite possibly poisoned–red apple.)

She has quite the treat for us today! We’ll get a peek at how she got started writing, and she’s even going to show you an excerpt from her newest release. All I can say is “Phew!” that she hasn’t written another Ana-gets-spanked story. A girl has to have some protection. 😉

Enjoy Fika today!

Read the rest of this story at Anastasia Vitsky’s Governing Ana blog by clicking here!

Spell for Spanking – Coming soon!

When a young witch inadvertently gives a fiery red-head a spanking potion, it arouses dark passions in the elf half-breed, leading to a night of spanking, lust and love. This story will be finished before month’s end, and I promise it’s another wicked tale of f/f romance, pleasure and spanking!

In this excerpt, Tasha is seated at a bus stop and has just taken a sip of what she thinks is a “clear-though and eloquent speaking” potion. Isabel, the witch who made the potion, has realized the mistake and prevented Tasha from downing the entire brew. Unfortunately, Isabel caught a face full of the potion, and she, too, is under its spell.

Spell for Spanking – an excerpt

“I don’t get it. Why do we have to leave?”

“It’s a love potion. You drank some. I got some in my eyes.” Isabel clasped Tasha’s hands in her own. She wasn’t sure whether she was trying to convince the girl to leave, or if she just wanted to touch Tasha’s cool skin. Given how fast the potion was working, probably a little of both. “Look,” she said, pulling the redhead closer. Tasha’s lips were maddeningly full and ripe, and for a moment, Isabel was taken into a wild fantasy that included biting them in a full kiss. “It’s not just a love potion,” Isabel groaned. She fought back an image of wrestling Tasha to the ground and fucking her hard and tried to regain her senses. “That potion was made for dark passion, the kind of passion no one in this town needs to see outside of a bedroom. You took some. I took some.” Isabel leaned closer and brushed her lips against Tasha’s neck.

The redhead jerked back. “What the hell?” But despite the unexpected attention from Isabel, Tasha felt her body respond; she wanted the young woman. She wanted her right now – naked in the street.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Isabel’s eyes were slitted – half-closed and dreamy. “It’s affecting me already,” Isabel murmured. “You’re next.” Isabel pulled Tasha close to her breasts. “Now. We have to get off the street. Go someplace private.”

Through Isabel’s thin blouse, Tasha felt the shopkeeper’s heart beating – a harsh thump-thump-thump that seemed to rattle the young woman’s chest. Amazingly, Tasha’s own heart tried to match the beat, jumping in syncopation at every pump and gush. Her face was flushed. Heat flashed through her body. Tasha gasped, her green eyes flashing.

“I have a car,” Tasha said, and snatched Isabel up from the bench. “I was just sitting here while I drank that damned potion.” The redhead looked around wildly. “Come on!” She dragged Isabel across the street to a black, convertible Mustang. “Get in here. Now!”

Instead, Isabel shoved Tasha against the car. “First a kiss,” she demanded, wrapping her arms around the young woman. Her groping hands found Tasha’s butt, and Isabel yanked the young woman into her, arching her pelvis forward so that she could grind her pussy against the redhead’s thigh. Isabel’s lips closed on Tasha’s at the same time that she thrust her slim body forward.

This isn’t your typical witches tale!

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Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels – #SatSpanks #ASMSG

Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels is available today! Follow Diana Street, a no nonsense private detective who spanks her way through a high profile murder case, while making love to the women she meets along the way. Wayward females learn that Diana has little patience with those who break her rules; and men in need of an “attitude adjustment,” fall into step when Diana snaps her fingers. Along the way, Diana solves the murder and spanks everyone who needs it.

Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels

Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels

Twenty minutes later, I was in my office, the camera bag dangling from one hand. “Mona!” I was not in a good mood. “Why in the fuck did my battery go dead in the middle of a job?”

Mona looked up from her computer. Her brown eyes were wide in her sweet, brown face. “Ms Diana?” She was confused at my sudden entry to the office and demand. “I put in the extra memory cards.” she protested.

“Memory doesn’t do me any good if the battery dies.”

“But I didn’t know about the battery!”

“A good secretary pays attention to the smallest details.”

“But I just started today!”

I wasn’t in the mood for any of her crap. I dropped the camera bag in a leather chair and stalked across the office. For a moment, Mona was silent, though she wriggled uncomfortably in her chair. “Please,” she murmured and leaned back.

Moving quickly, I grabbed Mona by her thick, dark ponytail. I yanked her forward across her desk, and stepped behind her.

“No! Please!”

Mona kicked and struggled in my grasp, but I had a firm grip in her hair and held her thrashing form on the desk. Before she knew what was happening, I had Mona’s linen skirt raised and tucked into her waistband, and then snatched her panties down around her knees. Her butt was smooth and round, twin globes of light brown perfection. I held my struggling secretary on the desk for a moment to admire her sweet ass. The flesh trembled as she kicked her feet. I raised my hand high above my shoulder.

“A battery!” I growled. “You should have thought to put a fucking battery in the camera bag!” I took a quick measure of her beautiful round bottom before I let my hand fall.


“Count them.” My voice was harsh as I raised my hand high above my head again. “Count every stroke, or I’ll give you an extra 10 swats!”

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