Today I’m delighted to welcome my friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Victoria Blisse to my blog. And oh my goodness, has she got a tale to tell!
Over to you Victoria…
Real life Impacts on Fiction especially where Spanking is involved!
If you follow my blog you’ll know there’s been some interesting real life experiences for this shy, quiet erotica writer. If you don’t check out What it’s like to be Whipped and Waiting for the Kendo Cane to see what I mean. Yes, this author now has experience of real life dungeons and my butt (and other bits) has experience of being spanked, whipped, paddled and caned.
Now, there’s a confession, I could claim it’s all in the name of research but I’d be lying. I really do rather enjoy it. A lot. However, it has been really useful research. I think my spanking scenes have definitely benefited. Here’s a little snippet of one of the scenes from One Night in Manchester so you can decide for yourself.
“As you’ve been so good, I’ll let you decide what I use to mete out your last five spanks. Would you prefer the paddle or the crop?”
What a decision. I’m not sure how much I like either of them, and I definitely don’t like making choices.
“Hurry up or I’ll decide for you.”
“Crop!” I exclaim, not really thinking at all.
The paddle hits my arse one more time.
“Sir, can I have the crop please, Sir?” I rush the words out in hopes if I say it quickly enough he won’t have time to hit me again. I could probably be quite decisive if Grant was always around with a paddle in hand, but then again I’d probably be much more easily distracted.
“That’s better. Now on to five strikes with the crop.”
“Five, Sir? You just hit me, though.”
“Oh, Jessica, Jessica, Jessica. That was an extra strike for forgetting how to address me. Now, if I were really mean I’d add another couple of strikes on to your total for questioning me, but you’re new to this and my dick is goddamn hard as nails and I need to fuck you soon. So I’m going to let you off this one time, but in future don’t question your punishment unless you want more of it, understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir—I mean, sorry, Sir. Or do I mean both?”
While I’m still pondering what I want to convey, I hear the thin, sharp whoosh of the crop cutting through the air. A moment later I feel the slap on my right buttock. I shut up as the focused impact takes all my attention. It’s so different to the thump of the paddle. Intense, hot and stingy. Do I like one more than the other, or do I hate them both equally? That’ll be something to ponder when I’m alone in bed and not while I’m waiting on another hit.
Grant doesn’t give me any time to adapt. He rains the next four slaps down on virtually the same spot in rapid succession. I stiffen and yelp, wiggle and cry out, and the pain grows and grows until my safe word forms silently on my lips.
Then it stops.
“Good girl, you took that so well. Now turn over.”
I do so eagerly, until my buttocks hit the mattress and the dull throbbing heat explodes with the contact.
“Shit!” I curse and he just laughs.
“I mean Sir. Shit, Sir.”
Grant grins down at me and shakes his head. I notice he’s taken off his T-shirt and that his chest is hard, smattered with dark curls and begging for my touch.
“Okay, that’ll work for now, but try not to swear in future, it’s not terribly ladylike. Move back darlin’, and spread your legs. I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.” My breath hitches and I slowly inch back, ouching and ooching with each movement. By the time I’m settled, Grant has taken off his trousers and pants—well, pants and pants, I guess, since he’s weirdly American—and I’m getting to see him completely naked for the first time. He is magnificent.
After a flirty online relationship, Grant meets Jessica in Manchester.
He works in TV and he shows Jessica around the set where he’s filming. Their relationship quickly escalates and they have sex…on one of the sets! As things develop, so does their love play. In public places! And a little spanking never really hurt anyone.
Will Jessica be able to say goodbye to Grant when his work is done?
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.
Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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Many thanks Victoria- brilliant post. Much fun was obviously had during the research stage of One Night in Manchester!