Archive-name: Bondage/spicy04.txt

Archive-author: Robert 42

Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 04





        It was if Bridgette expected James to change his mind about

    spanking her. She reacted to his command to turn and remove her panties

    by first allowing tears to protrude from her eyes. Then very slowly

    turning and bringing her fingers up to lower her panties from her ass.



        "The quicker you do as I tell you, the quicker it'll all be over

    with" he said from behind her. With no more arguments left, no more

    pleas for mercy left. The only thing Bridgette could do was submit to

    his directive and tearfully remove the only piece of clothing she had

    on.



        She now took her panties down to her thighs and released them,

    letting them flutter down her legs where they came to rest on the floor

    around her ankles.



        "Okay, Bridgette... Turn that chair around this way." She turned

    the chair around, assuming that he meant to sit in the chair and spank

    her while she laid over his lap. She assumed wrong.



        "Now, get up in the chair, kneel on it" he told her. Bridgette was

    a bit surprised at that request, but she looked down at the chair and

    realised what he had in mind.



        She climbed into the chair, facing the mirror that was attached to

    back of her vanity. She looked up and saw in the mirror, everything he

    was doing at the time. it dawned on her that not only was he going to

    spank her naked bottom, but she would be able to see him swinging the

    belt before it hit her.



        But by the same token, she could always catch his eyes in the

    mirror and perhaps persuade him into leniency with her. He stepped to

    her side and reached on the table and picked up her hairbrush. Although

    it was plastic, it was one of the old fashioned type. It had a very

    wide back. The hairbrush was also rather heavy. Make no mistake the

    beautiful brunette would know of it's presence.



        James transferred the brush to his right hand and put his left arm

    around the front of her waist. She turned slightly and looked down

    behind her as he was lining up her sexy bottom for the first stroke.

    "Please baby.... don't hurt meeeeee" she pleaded one last time.



        "30 strokes on your naked ass, then you can stay here and think

    about it for an hour afterward." He decreed.

    "Noooooooo.. Please, Jim.. I'm sorrry baby!..please!"



        Bridgette watched with dread his arm swinging back, then saw in the

    mirror as he brought his arm forward. *SMMMACCCK!*

    "Awwwwww!.. Noooooo Babyyyy.. Nott so harrd!.. Please baby!" Her hands

    gripped the back of the chair she was kneeling in, her knuckles turned

    white.



        Looking in the mirror, Bridgette was dismayed to find that her body

    shielded his face from her eyes. What she COULD see, however was his

    arm swinging back again.



        Her hairbrush whistled through the air as it descended toward it's

    fleshy target. Knowing from watching in the mirror exactly when the

    contact would be made caused Bridgette to tighten her muscles.

    *POPPPPPP!*  She threw her head back and howled in pain when he whacked

    her ass with it 3 more times. *POPPPPP!*  *POPPP!* *SMACCCK!*



        "Ohhh god!.. Please no more, b babeeee!!" she pleaded with him.

    After only 5 strokes, her ass already felt like it was on fire. She

    thought that there was no way possible she would be able to withstand

    30 strokes at this intensity.



        Unfortunately for the lovely lady, James had no intention of

    stopping until he had completely delivered the prescribed 30 strokes.

    His arm around her waist prevented her from moving other than to rock

    her hips back and forth slightly. He gazed intently at her rounded

    asscheeks as he battered them with the hairbrush he wielded.



        Something inside of Bridgette snapped somewhere around the 15th

    stroke. The separate cries that were a result of each individual smack

    of the brush became one long wail of despair. Her will had been

    completely broken. She ceased watching in the mirror, therefore her

    sexy bottom stopped tensing at the moment of impact.



        Her head was tossed back causing her long hair to sweep somewhat

    comfortably over the swell of her reddening asscheeks. Knowing that she

    had lost it, James quickly administered the final 15 strokes to her

    already blazing ass.



        It only took one glance to see that it was a lot more severe that

    the spanking he had given her with his bare hand two weeks earlier. Her

    right cheek already sported the telltale signs of the beginnings of a

    bruise. James leaned around her and set the hairbrush back on the table

    from where he had found it. Then with a loving stroke of her long hair,

    he left her alone for her hour of solitude.



        Bridgette cried openly for the first 5 or 10 minutes, afraid to

    move her hands to her poor tortured bottom as she knew her hands would

    only make it hurt worse. Gradually, her childlike sobs began to subside

    into a steady sniffle and occasional choked cry. She looked up into the

    mirror and saw that her eyes were red and puffy from crying.



        When her crying had completely stopped, her knees were beginning to

    ache from all the kneeling. But she still had another 35 minutes to go

    in her 1 hour sentence. James sat at the kitchen table drinking beer

    and reading that morning's paper. He looked up and smiled to himself

    when he saw her shifting on her knees. If the last time was any

    indication at all, she was undoubtedly feeling the surging fires of

    sexual energy. Which was James' whole reason for the hour of kneeling.

    He wanted to drive her crazy with the feelings.



        After the hour was completed, Bridgette looked around to where

    James was putting the paper away and walking in her direction. She

    smiled weakly at him and affixed him with an adoring gaze while she

    followed him with her eyes. She looked down at the table and saw him

    pick up a bottle of hand lotion and squirt some into his hands.



        Bridgette's bottom had begun to fade into it's natural offwhite

    color, except for the blotch on her right cheek that would be a pretty

    nasty bruise by the morning.



        He rubbed his hands together to spread the lotion and then reached

    out and began rubbing his hands softly over her hot ass. Bridgette

    whimpered in slight pain when she felt the coolness of his lotion coated

    hands moving over her ass. The soothing balm did feel good though, the

    intense burning was quenched a bit by his roaming hands.



        "Jim?" she whispered.. Her throat was raw and dry from crying.

    "Yeah, baby?" he said softly to her..

    "I love you so much, baby."

    "I love you too Bridgette" he told her. She leaned her head back until

    it rested in his shoulder.

    "I'm glad you love me.. Are you still mad at me?" He wrapped his arms

    around her waist and hugged her tight.

    "Of course not. You know I never stay mad at you" He was kissing her

    neck and cheek, she reached back with one of her hands and stroked his

    face with it.

    "Baby, I have to go to the bathroom.. Can I get down now?"

    "Sure, sweetheart" He helped her down from the chair and kept his arm

    around her as her knee joints were pretty stiff. She gave him a brief

    kiss and told him that she would be right back.



        He loved that delicious little swagger in her hips when she walked.

    He sometimes wondered how much of that swagger was natural and how much

    was practiced.



        A few seconds after she closed the bathroom door, he heard the

    sound of running water. Bridgette washed her face with the cold water,

    washing her now dried tears away. Once again, she had been surprised at

    the intensity of the spanking she received. It was only after this

    second punishment she had received from her lover did she begin to

    realize that her father definitely held back when she was younger.



        Not that it really mattered all that much, but she still felt the

    same way afterwards. Maybe a bit more so than she did in her teenage

    years. Bridgette used a wet facecloth to hold against her eyes in an

    attempt to relieve the swelling.



        After a few minutes of that, she drew a glass of water and downed

    it, soothing her ravaged throat. Once she was satisfied with herself,

    she opened the door and returned to the living room. James was sitting

    on the sofa holding her hairbrush again. She stopped at stared at it.



        "Jim, you're  not gonna spank me again, are you baby?" He looked

    at the brush then laughed out loud.

    "Oh, no.. I'm gonna brush your hair!" he told her. Her relief flooded

    through her visibly as she strode across the room and sat on the sofa

    next to him.

    "OOooooo.. My bottom is real sore! You sure whipped my ass good

    tonight!" she smiled faintly, but WAS more than just a little

    uncomfortable.

    She turned her back to him and he started running the brush through her

    beautiful brown mane.

    "Yeah, you'll have a good size bruise on your right cheek by tomorrow"

    he told her matter of factly.

    "mmmmmm.. Maybe I oughta get a pillow to sit on" She said only half

    jokingly.

    "Go ahead.. If you'll be more comfortable." Bridgette shrugged than got

    up and did just that.



        Bridgette returned with the fluffiest pillow she had. setting it

    down on the sofa, she sat gingerly upon it. It was a lot better than

    before.



        James started brushing her hair one she got settled in. "You know,

    I've been thinking about something..." He said then let his voice trail

    off while he absent mindedly brushed her silky hair.

    "What's that, baby?" She said looking down at her nails.. Thinking to

    herself that she would have to do them all over again.

    "Oh.. I was thinking that maybe you should move into my apartment with

    me." His apartment was twice the size of her's.

    She turned around to face him. "Are you serious?" She searched his face

    to see whether he was joking or not.

    "Yes, i'm serious. It would be better for both of us, I think" He knew

    that she wanted to get a new car, but couldn't really afford to by

    living here and paying the rent she did. And there were several things

    he could buy himself is his rent were to be cut in half.



        Bridgette was grinning at him. "What?" he asked.. She climbed up

    into his lap, grimacing as her sore bottom settled in. Putting her

    hands around his neck and licking his nose with the tip of her tongue.

    "And not to mention that you'd have your naughty girl right there where

    you could watch her, right?" She was teasing him. He put his arms

    around her and smiled when her butt wriggled in his lap.

    "Yeah, that too. So what do you think?"

    "Baby, are you trying to tell me that you want me all to yourself?"

    "Yes. I thought that went without saying."

    "Maybe it does.. So you don't trust me around other men, huh?"

    She leaned over until they were touching noses.

    "I wasn't saying that, but now that you mention it.. No I don't" Giving

    her a playful pat on her sore ass.  "You're a born flirt!"



        Bridgette feigned outrage. "Well, I never!!" then she giggled at

    him "Yes I am, aren't I?"

    "Yep!.. But you know what's gonna happen when I catch you flirting,

    don't you, sweetheart?"

    "I'm gonna get a spanking?" She asked in that little girl voice of

    her's.

    "You got it.. so tell me.. You wanna move in with me?"

    "Oh yes!.. I'd love to. When can I start moving?" She asked, planting

    little kisses on his mouth.

    "How about next weekend?" returning the kisses.

    "Ok , baby" she said.. then covered his lips with her own. Letting her

    tongue dart out and graze his lips. "You know i'm all your's"



        They kissed for a long time before Bridgette got up from his lap

    and took his hand. "Come on, lover" She whispered to him as she led him

    into her bedroom.



        Just as a point of interest, when James went down to change the

    tire. It was flat.





        Vickie was kneeling behind Jason on their bed. Jason was on all

    fours with his head planted in a pillow. The reason Vickie knelt behind

    him could be seen in the area of his asshole, which at that moment was

    in the process of being filled with a dildo that his wife had strapped

    to her hips.



        It wasn't the first time Jason had felt the intrusion of the hard

    rubber invading his bowels. The first time Vickie decided to ass fuck

    him, he had to be tied down. As the time went by, he began to learn how

    to relax and take it with a minimum of pain.



        As it was in their early days, Vickie always made sure she fucked

    his ass with all the energy that he slammed his cock into her. Clearly

    a case of the bitten learning how to bite. Jason grabbed the headboard

    while his pretty wife threw her hips at him. He grunted and groaned as

    the placebo prick thundered past his sphincter.



        Vickie often thought about getting fucked in her own ass. But she

    was smart enough to know that Jason would be brutal about doing it. A

    friend of theirs and once told her that if she ever tried it, that she

    should tie a string around his balls so she could tug on it should he

    get a little too out of control.



        She grabbed his hips and ground her groin against his asscheeks.

    The dildo completely buried in him, they rocked back and forth on the

    bed.



        After she made him kneel in front of her and clean the dildo off

    with his mouth, they lay in bed together chatting like they usually

    did.

    "It looks like James is finally gonna settle down" she said to him..

    head on his shoulders, rubbing his muscular chest with the palm of one

    of her hands.

    "Yes, Bridgette will be good for him. You think they'll get married?"

    "I doubt it.. But you never know" She shrugged her shoulders and nuzzled

    closer to him..

    "You know, i've been getting pretty bored with you lately." She wasn't

    really but this idea was sort of pushing it, best to approach it

    carefully.. "Maybe you ought to bring someone home for me to play with"

    He turned to look at her, "I don't know if I'd like that" he said

    apprehensively.

    "Doesn't matter, I don't recall asking if you would like it or not, did

    I?"

    "No, I guess not.. But I don't think it's a good idea."

    "Well if you were a little better in the sack, I wouldn't be so bored.

    Yes, I think i'll do just that." She concluded.

    "Alright" he said, resigned "Who would you like me to bring home?"

    "You decide, I'll let you know what night."



        Jason turned away from her slightly, already wondering who he would

    get to come home with him. "Come on.. You know I love you, I just need

    something to change the routine a little."

    He shook his head "Oh, it's alright. I'll do what you want." He just

    might have a little surprise for her.



        Bridgette had taken a couple of days off from work to pack. It was

    during the early afternoon of one of these days when she got a phone

    call from her sister, Angela. She was in the process of getting

    divorced, and was thinking about moving to Arizona to look for a job.

    She wanted to know if she could stay with her for a few weeks until she

    found something.



        She would love to see her sister again. The last time she had seen

    her was 5 years ago when she went to Cleveland for the christmas

    holidays. The only problem was that she was getting ready to move in

    with James, but she told Angela that she would talk it over with him

    and let her know.



        As it turned out, James was all for the idea. He had an extra

    bedroom and said that she could stay for as long she liked.

    "Oh, Thank you baby!" Bridgette had told him, smothering him with

    kisses.



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