Archive-name: Bondage/spicy01.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 01
SOMETHING A LITTLE SPICY
An erotic story of Bondage and Disicpline
Written by Robert 42
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SOMETHING A LITTLE SPICY
CHAPTER 1
If Bridgette Peters had anything in the world to be thankful for,
it would most certainly have to be her almost stunning good looks.
Somewhere between the awkwardness of adolescence, and the advent of
full womanhood, Bridgette became the kind of girl that men were afraid
to approach.
By the time she was 16, Bridgette had learned how to accent the
growing curves of her body in such a way as to be able to get what she
wanted from men. I'll not bore you with stereotyped details of the
homecoming queen, but at 5'8" 127 lbs, her body became the envy of many
women.. and a temple of worship for countless number of men. Her dark
brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and flowed neatly down her back.
Yes, Bridgette could definitely have had any man she chose. By the
time she was 18 and a freshman at Arizona St., she had chosen not to
choose. She rather liked all the attention she could get with a pair of
tight jeans, and an alluring smile. Suffice it to say that Bridgette
never found herself lacking in male companionship.
Now at 34, Bridgette didn't feel all that thankful. Her current
flame, James Gannon had let her know in no uncertain terms that he was
tired of the way she flirted with any man who looked at her. Well,
Bridgette knew she was an incurable flirt. But it wasn't as if she were
running off and falling into bed with these guys. That's what she said
to James when he voiced his disapproval.
She had only been home from work for about 5 minutes when the phone
rang. She picked it up and whispered a very sexy hello into the
mouthpiece. It was James on the other end.
"Bridgette" He started, he wanted to say more but she cut him off.
"Hi, baby! How was your day?" she asked cheerfully
"Fine, listen. We have to talk" Bridgette couldn't interpret the tone
of his voice, she became unsure of herself.
"What about?' She asked, slowly. He got right to the point
"I think we should stop seeing each other."
It took her a few moments to register what he had just said.
"What? Are you serious?" She wanted to know.
"Yes I am. I can't handle this anymore." It was the same old thing.
They fought about it 2 days earlier, but Bridgette mollified him with a
promise not to flirt anymore. And sealed the deal with an evening of
rolling around naked in her waterbed.
"Come on. I thought we had this worked out." She started to remind
him that she could have any man she wanted. She thought better of it.
"No, I really think it's best to call it quits." Bridgette sat heavily
on the bed. The reality now fully upon her.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Jim" She whispered into the phone
"So I am." He said. "Well, there are a few things of yours over here.
When would be best for me to bring them over?"
"I'll come get em tonight if that's ok" There was a brief pause on the
other end of the connection
"Yeah ok. I'll be home. He said before hanging up. Leaving Bridgette
holding a dead line.
It was on the 30 minute ride to James' apartment that she realised
that this was the first time a man had ever told her to get lost. But
it was his differences from other men that had attracted her to him in
the first place. He never saw her as just a warm place to keep his
cock. In fact, she treated him more of a sex object than he did her.
By the time she arrived, Bridgette made her mind up that this
relationship was not going to end. She got out of her car and walked
toward the building, her ample bottom swayed softly under her tight
jeans as she reached the door and rang the doorbell.
It was a few seconds before James opened the door. James was not a
big man. He only stood an inch taller than Bridgette at 5'9". His 150
lb frame was pretty well toned. Blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.
Bridgette reached out for him but he smoothly moved out of her grasp
and walked into the apartment.
She stood inside the door and saw that he had already gathered her
things and had them in a box ready to go. The finality of the gesture
was not lost on her as she walked into the living room.
"Jim.. Can't we talk about this? I mean you don't really want to break
you with me?" She stuck a sexy pose intended to turn him on. But he
remained unmoved.
"There's nothing more to talk about. I'm just tired of it."
"You have someone else?" she asked. That HAD to be it
He shook his head in negation
"Look, just take your things and go, please"
"NO!.. At least let's talk about this!" She began to pout.
"I don't want to talk.. Now GET OUT!" He said his anger rising with
each passing second.
Bridgette stood in silence for a moment, then walked to the where
James had laid the box then suddenly turn and threw her arms around
him.
"I promised I wouldn't do it anymore. What do you want from me?" He
extracted her hands from around his shoulders.
"I don't want anything from you. I just want you to leave."
Tears began to well up in her beautiful eyes. she looked at him
imploringly until he couldn't take it any longer and turned around and
walked to the sofa, sitting and picking up the remote control for the
television. This kind of emotional scene was the one thing he wanted to
avoid. Somehow he doubted that he could be strong enough to shed
himself of her if things became like this.
Bridgette followed him to the sofa and stood in front of him,
preventing him from seeing the TV screen.
"There must be some other solution. You can't just say get out and
that's it"
"No, that's exactly what i'm saying" He looked up and met her gaze.
Nearly melting as he watched her beautiful face.
"When I was a little girl.." She started.. He shook his head.
"Bridgette, don't do this"
".. When I was bad, My daddy used to take me into his room.." She
continued as if not interrupted. But closed her eyes in embarrassment
of what she was about to reveal..
".. And.. he would pull my pants down.... and spank me.."
James tried to stand up but Bridgette blocked his way
".. And afterward, everything was ok again.." She was softly crying as
she reached for his hands.. and brought them to her hips.
".. If he were here today.. That's what he would do.." He felt the
warmth of her body through the thick material of the denim she wore.
"Bridgette, you're not a little girl anymore" He said in a soft voice.
"I know.... But if I were bad...." Her voice trailed off, leaving the
next line unsaid.
James was aware as always of her alluring gaze, however her stance
was not that of the seductive woman he was used to. Now he was seeing
her like he had never seen her. She seemed vulnerable. Her hands were
over his against her hips, slightly trembling. He freaked out at the
length she was prepared to go to hold onto him.
He moved his hands from under her's and brought them to the snap of
her jeans. He slowly unsnapped them and pulled the zipper down. She put
her hands on his shoulders as he grasped the beltloops and began to
pull her jeans from her hips. He saw the red lace panties come into
view, then her finely sculptured, tanned thighs as the denim pants were
lowered.
"Did he pull your panties down too?" he asked her.. Looking up as
she stood with her hands on his shoulders.
"y.. yes... Bare bottomed" she said in a barely audible whisper. He
brought her panties down as well, revealing her sparse pubic hair. He
stared right into her cunt and resisted the urge to kiss it.
"Ok" he said.
Bridgette sat down next to him on the sofa.
"I love you, Jim" she told him.. hoping against hope
"I love you too, baby" he whispered to her.
She threw her arms around him and hugged him close.
"I'm sorry I was bad.. I won't be anymore" she sobbed into his neck
"I believe you, honey" He stroked her hair She released him and asked.
"Are you gonna spank me hard?" a little frightened.
"I don't know.. Do you think I should?" She nodded
"Yes... I d deserve it" Her voice cracking as she laid herself over his
lap, her naked ass exposed to him for the impending spanking.
James felt a familiar lurch in his pants as he stared down at the
sight below him. Here was his sexy lover lying down awaiting a spanking
because she had been bad. Bridgette was softly crying as his hand
stroked her thighs. Her bottom looked pale in contrast to her golden
colored legs. Her thighs were slightly opened, and he could look and
see the wisps of hair peeking up from her pubic mound.
He raised his hand and gave her a soft slap on the ass. It didn't
hurt her in the least, but the sound of his hand coming into contact
with her naked asscheeks made her flinch.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her to make sure. She
didn't say anything, but nodded her head as she waited in silence for
him to begin.
Now he raised his hand again, this time resting his left arm over
her waist. Bridgette stiffened in anticipation, James saw the flexing
of the muscles in her ass.
He brought his hand down heavily on her soft bottom. Bridgette was
shocked at how intense the stinging was. She cried out and tried to
wiggle out of the way as his hand fell quickly onto her ass again.
*SMACKK!*.... "Ahhhhh!" *SMACKKKK!*.. "Ohhhhhhhh!" She closed her eyes
tightly while James continued her slap her smooth asscheeks with the
palm of his right hand.
By the time she had been given ten strokes, her ass felt like it
was on fire. looking down at it, James watched with growing fascination
as her usually pale bottom turned into a glowing shade of pink in
splotches where his hand made stinging contact.
Bridgette cried out in pain as the searing punishment burned into
her skin. She sobbed louder with each new stroke.. In between racking
sobs, she kept saying.. "I love you, Jim..." and "I'm sooooo sorry,
Jim" .. "I promise i'll be good, Jim" while he continued to deliver the
hard spanking she had more or less requested. But not once did she ask
for him to stop.
Actually, if she had wanted to back out.. He would have let her.
But once he felt his hand slapping her delectable ass once or twice, he
wouldn't have stopped if she begged him to.
After she had been given thirty strokes, her ass had been turned
into a quivering mass of bright pink flesh. Satisfied that her ass had
been spanked enough, he stopped and let his hand rest softly on the now
hot to the touch skin of her asscheeks.
Bridgette had her face in her hands as she cried unashamedly from
the effects of the punishment she had received. Although she willingly
took it, she was more than a little surprised that it had hurt so much.
James knew that Bridgette could feel the hardness in his pants. He
only wondered in she were aware of that fact. He very softly moved his
somewhat stinging hand over her asscheeks, telling her that he was
done. She made no immediate move to get up from his lap, but rather
remained draped over him as if she expected to be spanked further.
Finally realizing that he was finished, Bridgette gingerly pushed
herself up with her hands. Her tears still fell freely as the stinging
in her poor spanked bottom refused to abate. As she rose from his lap,
she wanted to be reassured. Bridgette threw her arms around him and
blubbered into his ear.
" Ho Hoo hold me, baby.. Hold me tight" James put him arms around her
back and began stroking her long hair.
"Shhhhhh, Bridge... " he cooed in her ear to calm her down.. She just
pressed her body harder against his chest and cried like a little baby
while he held her tight and tried to comfort her.
It was definitely a different Bridgette that he held in his arms
now. Her usual self assured demeanor has disappeared and it excited
him beyond reason.
"Shhhhhh baby, it's all over now" He whispered to her. She backed up a
little and searched his face, still crying but not as fitfully as
before.
"You're not mad at m m me anymore?" She asked shyly. James smiled at
her.. "Of course not, I can't stay mad at you"
Bridgette smiled weakly for a moment, then her beautiful face
contorted again. "I love you, James" she purred at him.
"I know. I love you too, sweetheart" She hugged him tight again.
"God, I didn't think it was gonna hurt THAT much" she confessed.
His hand dropped down her back to her naked ass. He stroked it gently
as she stifled a slight groan.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you" he told her. Actually, once he
began spanking her well rounded bottom, he got quickly caught up in
what he was doing. She tried to pretend that it didn't matter
"Well, as long as you aren't mad at me anymore" He stayed silent while
he rubbed her warm ass.
"mmmmmmmm.. That feels good, Jim.. Rub a little lower" She purred in
his ear. He obliged her and ran his hand over the lower part of her
ass..
"Oh god, you make me feel so good baby" she pushed her ass back on his
hand. Her breathing began to get a little heavier in his ear. James
himself got increasingly turned on as he caressed Bridgette's sexy
ass.
"You know, I haven't been spanked since I was 18. I'd almost
forgotten how it feels" She said as her thighs parted a bit. She pulled
back and kissed him deeply, her tongue darted into his mouth
seductively. He let his hand drop and felt the wetness on her pussy
hair. Bridgette moaned as she felt his fingers graze her cunt.
Feeling the moistness on her pussy hairs, James exploringly dipped
a finger between the puffy cuntlips and found the crack as wet as he
had ever seen, or felt it. Bridgette's kissing became more passionate
when James put his finger on her cunt.
Knowing her like he did, James knew just about what she wanted and
when. He pulled his hand away and wedged it between their bodies. Now
he cupped her pussy with his palm, knowing the lovely brunette wanted
it. He brought a finger into play, parting the lips on her cunt as he
easily slipped a finger into her. She pulled back and bit her lower
lip..
"Ooooooo.. I am SO turned on babeee" she sighed and began humping her
hips against his hand. It wasn't too long before Bridgette jumped off
of his lap and began tearing at his pants. James helped as much as he
could, and soon his hard cock sprang into view. No sooner did it
appear, did Bridgette quickly straddle his hips and lower herself down
on the throbbing dagger.
She slammed her aching bottom down on his crotch like a woman
possessed. Her shirt covered tits pressed against his face as Bridgette
had her arms about his head, pulling it into her. James could only put
his arms around her back and let her ride to her heart's content.
"Ahhhh.. Ahhhh.. Ooo It's soooooo good! You feel so good inside me,
baby" She chanted while she rode her mount toward the finish line.
James moved his hands down and grabbed her hot asscheeks while he
did his best to match her wild strokes. Bridgette squealed in delight
when he squeezed her sore bottom. Her bucking hips became more frantic
when the slight irritant of her recently spanked ass being squeezed was
brought into play. "Ohhhhh yes, Jim.. Grab my ass, baby!.. I'm gonna
juice... I'm gonna come lover!!"
Bridgette made funny little gurgling sounds when her orgasm had
come upon her. She ground her sexy hips into his lap while he dug his
fingers into the soft compliant flesh of her tender asscheeks.
When her climax began to ebb, James pulled up with his hands to
slightly elevate her ass. Now he began fucking into her cunt while she
groaned and cooed into his ear. "oooo yes, baby.. Squeeze my naughty
ass. Gawd I love the way you fuck me! Ahhhh! squeeze harder.. YESSSS!..
That's the way, Baby.. Gimme your come.. shoot your come into meeee!"
The combination of her cunt milking him, and her saying all those
things in his ear was too much for him. His cock jerked and spewed a
gob of cream into her. Bridgette made whimpering sounds into his ear
while his come spilled into her.
Her tits rose and fell as she tried to control her ragged
breathing. The orgasm she had took all of her energy while she was
fucking up and down furiously. James was moaning in the afterglow of
his own violent come. Bridgette finally fell over on the sofa when she
felt she had the strength to. He looked around for his cigarettes when
his beautiful lover fell away.
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