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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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy02.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 02
Is it possible to look at a good marriage and be able to pinpoint
exactly what keeps it together?
Vickie Johnson, and her husband of 12 years, Jason had such a
marriage. I would imagine that they are kept together by not letting
the whole hoopla of marriage get out of perspective.
No, Jason was no different from any other 32 year old Yuppie. Just
knowing how many marriages end in divorce make one have to wonder
exactly what Jason and Vickie had going for them.
Vickie knew what they had. The understanding they came to earlier
in their relationship is what invariably kept them together.
She sat in their house at about 6:45pm when she heard the gentle
whine of the car engine as Jason pulled into the driveway. Vickie was
thinking to herself that their special understanding hadn't been
exercised in quite some time. But she also knew it was going to be
rekindled that very evening. She sat at the dining room table as she
heard the front door opening, and the familiar sound of her husband's
footsteps walking through the living room.
"Vickie?" He called out "Where are you?"
"In here, honey" she answered. somewhat nervously awaiting his arrival.
She looked up when he appeared in the doorway.
"Hi, babe" he said as he leaned over to kiss her.
They made quite an interesting couple to look at. You've no doubt
heard that age old cliche' of opposites attracting. Vickie and Jason
are a prime example in appearance. While jason was very tanned with
dark, thick hair. Vickie was almost ghostlike in contrast, with very
light blonde, almost white hair.
"Hi, honey" she said as they kissed. "How was your day?"
"Same as usual, I guess" he shrugged. "Although I think the time is
ripe to push for that promotion"
"Mmmmm" she said thoughtfully "Yes, we could sure use a bit more money
coming in the house" Jason was busying himself at the bar making a
drink.
"Hey, I thought you said you'd be home by six tonight?" Vickie queried.
He took a sip of his scotch and soda and kinda shrugged. "Yeah I
planned to, but I got kinda tied up at the office."
"You could have called. Dinner is now sitting in the oven keeping warm"
"I'm sorry. But that Winkerstein account is driving me crazy"
Vickie raised her voice a little, clearing showing her displeasure.
"Yeah, tonight it was Winkerstein. Last night it was CD&X. The night
before it was some new account to put to bed."
"Hey, it's my job you know" he offered defensively
"Well when I make dinner for someone who says he's gonna be home to eat
it at six, I damn well expect him to keep his word."
Jason took another long swallow of his drink, draining the glass.
"I can't help it if things come up at the last minute. Do you expect me
to tell my boss I can't stay because you have dinner ready?"
Vickie let loose with a sarcastic laugh.
"I'll bet your boss doesn't have to eat reheated dinners." she shot at
him, he couldn't answer that. she was probably right.
"I'm sorry" was all he could say.
"No, honey. I'm sorry isn't going to do it tonight" He looked at her
quizzically. "Don't give me those puppy dog eyes. You know exactly what
I mean."
"Yes" was all he said. He stood near the bar, unsure of what to do.
"Give me your belt, Jason" he looked down at his shoes when he heard
her directive.
"Please. I'll try harder. Don't use the belt on me" he pleaded like a
young boy.
"Don't argue with me" Vickie said sternly "Give me your belt, Now!"
"Ok" he said in a defeated voice. He undid his belt from his pants and
brought it to his wife, who took it and promptly doubled it in her
hand.
"Don't just stand there looking like an idiot. Get em down" she
commanded. Quickly, his trousers and shorts were peeled away and fell
to the ground, bunched up around his ankles.
"Over the table... Hurry up!" She said impatiently.
Jason sidled up to the dining room table and obediently bent over
from the waist. Using his hands to pull his shirt and jacket over his
hips while he laid his head on the hard surface of the table.
It had been almost a year since Vickie had whipped his ass.
Something about moving to Arizona had seemed to take away her
aggressiveness toward him. His cock was already beginning to stiffen at
the thought of the night ahead. Vickie, too was having a bit of trouble
controlling her excitement as her husband's ass stuck out at her.
Vickie stood and walked around behind him, holding the belt at her
side, swinging against her leg as she walked.
"You seem to have overlooked the possibility that I wouldn't stand for
this." Jason said nothing at all.
"I'll bet you thought i'd forgotten all about this, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't" He said under his breath
"WHAT?" she demanded. "I didn't hear you.. speak up!"
"No Ma'am!" said Jason from over the dining room table.
Thus after a year, Jason's hiatus from the fires of his wife's
discipline ended. The serene quiet of their suburban home was
shattered by the sound of his leather belt whistling through the air
before it's flight was suddenly stopped by his muscular asscheeks.
*SLLLLLLAP!!* The cracking sound sounded off like a firecracker. The
weal was already beginning to rise on his ass.
"Did you think you'd get away with this shit forever?" *SMMMMMACK!*
"Owwwwww.. No Ma'am.. I didn't.. Ooooo please not soo hard" he pleaded
"Shut up!" her voice boomed. She slammed the belt into him twice more.
*SMACCCK!* *SLLLLLAP!*
Jason could barely keep still. His petite wife was really setting
his ass on fire. 3 more times in rapid secession his belt crashed into
him. He hissed in pain and pleaded for mercy. Vickie's eyes had a
glassy look about them, she felt the insistent heat rising from under
her slacks and panties. She threw the belt at him again and emitted a
slight moan when his voice started cracking.
20 times did the leather slam into his ass and thighs. Jason had
tears in his eyes by the time Vickie demanded that he stand and go to
the bedroom.
On the way to the bedroom, Jason knew better than to allow his
shirt and jacket to fall over his ass. He knew better because Vickie
always walked behind him and crashed whatever she was holding into his
burning asscheeks.
Vickie landed 4 more strokes before she stepped into their bedroom
behind her husband and closed the door behind her. Jason stood facing
the bed with his slightly shaking hands still holding his clothing over
his hips. She looked down and saw the red welts that crisscrossed his
muscled ass. Her own fires had been turned up to high. She took her
blouse and slacks off, leaving her in only bra and panties.
She made him turn around and get on his knees in front of her. When
he shuffled in place, his hard cock stuck out at her, begging for
attention. Vickie put a hand behind his neck and pulled his face into
her panty covered crotch.
"You smell my hot pussy?" She rubbed her crotch over his nose, knowing
that her juices were probably beginning to seep through the material of
her panties. Jason moaned into her snatch and stuck his tongue out to
sop up the juices that WERE seeping through her panties.
"I didn't tell you to lick it!" she berated.
"I'm sorry ma'am" He said, taking a long deep whiff of her heady cunt
juices. She continued to tease him like this until she was ready to
turn up the action.
Vickie then stepped back and slipped her panties off. Jason could
plainly see the glistening moisture on the blond curls that framed her
love hole. She slowly used her fingers to spread the puffy lips and
reveal the dark pink hidden beneath. Jason was breathing very heavy
while Vickie teased him by showing her tantalizing pussy.
Her fingers began to swirl over and around her clit while Jason
knelt in front of her, watching intently. Vickie spoke to him between
sensations that coursed through her body.
"Yeahhh.. I know how much you want my cunt. Mmmmmmmmm But you can't
have it. " She began to move her finger more rapidly over her clit.
"Ooooo wouldn't you love to bury your cock into this sweet pussy?"
It had been too long for the attractive blond. Every inch of her
5'2" frame felt on pins and needles. "Ma Maybe if you're real good...
I'll let you jerk off for me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Vickie's climax came upon
her like a tidal wave. She groaned in bliss while the warming waves of
orgasm cascaded throughout her body.
Jason could only watch longingly while Vickie enjoyed herself. he
wanted so badly to grab his stiff prick and pump it until he shot his
load all over the place. But he knew Vickie wouldn't like that at all.
And he knew better than to displease her, she had in the past done some
pretty mean things to him.
Vickie recovered from her climax and held her finger close to
Jason's face. "Do be a good boy and clean that pussy juice from my
fingers." she cooed at him. He quickly licked her fingers clean.
"Mmmm You like that don't you?" She taunted him.
"Yes ma'am" he said between licks. Satisfied that her hand had been
sufficiently cleaned, she pulled her hand away from him and reached up
to unhook her bra.
"Oooo Look at how hard my nipples are!" She took them between her
thumbs and forefingers, gently rolling them. Jason shifted slightly on
his knees as he watched the show his wife was putting on for him.
"I see you staring at my tits, you nasty boy. But you don't deserve
these titties, do you?" She asked him coyly.
"No ma'am" he confessed. "No.. you know that... There's only one thing
you're good for"
"Yes ma'am" he whispered. Knowing fully well what she was referring to.
"Then tell me" she ordered
"Licking your ass, ma'am" he said in a barely audible voice.
"That's correct.. and do you know why?" She pressed on.
"Because i'm an asslicker ma'am."
"An asslicker. Not really a very good one.. But an asslicker all
the same" She said critically as she turned around, bending over slowly
and using her hands to spread her asscheeks.
"Well, asslicker. Get over here and do your job"
Jason had to walk on his knees, still holding his shirt and jacket
over his ass. He moved forward until he was only inches from his wife's
rounded ass. She was moving it slowly back and forth while she waited
for his tongue. He pressed his lips to her ass and began planting
little kisses up and down the crack.
"Hurry up, asslicker.. Get your tongue in there!" She hollered at him.
He finally presses his lips to the crinkled hole and let his tongue
move forward against it. Vickie squirmed her ass back at him when she
felt the warmth on her asshole. Jason let his tongue flutter around her
anal orifice for a few moments before stiffening his tongue and taking
direct stabs.
Vickie released one of her asscheeks and brought her hand around to
cup her pussy. Her lips were parted while Jason dutifully lapped at her
asshole. Soft murmurs of delight escaped her lips when his tongue
became rigid and began boring inside the puckered grommet.
"Mmmmmmm, you ARE starting to become a good little asslicker. Oooooo
yeah! Deeper" Her hand once again started to manipulate the sensitive
bud of her clitoris while having his rough face plastered to her
asscheeks.
She heard his slurping sounds and felt a lot of saliva dribbling
from her ass, trailing down her thighs. Her mouth was opened wide in a
silent scream as Jason's probing tongue and her swirling fingers
brought her once again to the brink of orgasm.
"Oooh yeah.. that's ittt baby!.. lick my ass... I'm gonna come again..
yees!" Her hand was moving a mile a minute over her clit as another
orgasm juiced out of her cunt. She pressed her ass back farther while
Jason did his best to keep his tongue inside her while she came.
Once Vickie recovered from her second come, she stood up and
wiggled her shapely ass in Jason's face before stepping away.
"Have you been practicing on me?" She said sternly, but teasingly.
"No ma'am" he uttered. He had already been subjected to a whipping
with his own belt, made to watch while his wife played with her pussy
until she came. Made to admit he was an asslicker, then prompted to
perform that very same act. He could only imagine what else was on her
mind.
Things hadn't always been this way in their sex life. Until 6 years
ago, Jason would merely paw her tits for a few moments, rub her pussy
until she began to get wet, then climb between her legs and pound away
until his quick orgasm put an end to their "romantic interlude". The
change came about when Vickie started reading certain publications and
taking her idea from that, literally laid down the law to her husband.
Jason didn't exactly take to her ideas with a lot of enthusiasm at
first. But he learned to look forward to Vickie's discipline sessions
as her imagination was only outweighed by her almost endless appetite
for sex. On more than one occasion she mentioned to him that she just
might have him bring home a friend one night. He wasn't sure if he
could do that, but luckily the idea hadn't come to light as of yet.
Vickie sat on the edge of their bed and used her feet to tease his
maddeningly hard prick. Jason remained on his knees holding his shirt
and jacket over his bared ass.
"Whoooooo, this nasty old cock sure is nice and stiff" she giggled at
him. She tousled her own hair and laid back on the bed.
Jason looked hungrily down on her pussy as she laid back and
continued to play footsie with his prick. Her tits were rising and
falling with her heavy breathing. His cock felt as if were ready to
explode and she knew exactly where she wanted it when it did,
"Oh gawd, baby.,. Fuck me now" She sighed. Jason didn't need to be
told twice. In no time at all, he got himself on the bed between her
lovely legs and found his cock in her firm grip. She guided the spongy
tip to her waiting hole while he rested his weight on his knees, his
hands still occupied with their assigned task of keeping his naked
asscheeks uncovered.
Vickie's legs wrapped themselves around his flanks and her heels
dug into his still stinging asscheeks as his cock began to slide into
the warm cavern that awaited between her open legs.
He sighed loudly when his dick entered the nearly steaming confines
of Vickie's sopping pussyhole. "Ohhhhh so goood, Honey... give it to
meeee!" she squealed and threw her arms about him. She knew she could
look forward to about 30 good, strong strokes out of his cock before he
would spill his come into her. She just held on to him with heels and
hands while his prick pistoned into her wanting snatch.
As predicted, Jason's dick jerked inside of her and he groaned in
the throes of his orgasm. Vickie squealed in delight when she felt his
hot load being discharged into her warm pussy. She kissed him hard on
the mouth as she neared another great come of her own...
Jason never could continue once his load shot out of his dick. It
was no more than 30 seconds before his cock softened and slipped out of
her.
"Goddammit!" Vickie screamed in his ear " I was ready to come
again.." She lifted her heels and brought them down on his ass,
prodding him. "Get down there and finish me with your mouth!"
"Yes ma'am" he said quickly and slid himself off of her and knelt
between her legs, getting an eyeful of her open cunt with his cream
beginning to ooze out.
He leaned over and surrounded her clit with his lips and let his
tongue trace circles around it.. Vickie squirmed in pleasure but told
him to stop "Put your tongue inside me.. Finish the job your dick
couldn't."
Without hesitation, Jason brought his mouth to the opening and let
his tongue dart out and enter her pussy, where the combination of her
juices and his own come mingled over his tastebuds. Vickie quickly
attained the level she was at before he came and stopped her from
coming again. Jason obediently surged his tongue into her and fucked
her that way until her orgasm peaked and ebbed away.
He was planting little kisses on her cunt and thighs when she told
him "Come up here and lay with me, baby" Now satisfied that the session
was over, Jason climbed on the bed beside her and took her in his
muscular arms. She nuzzled up close to him. "Mmmmm that was nice"
Jason didn't particularly care to discuss their sex relationship
because he didn't like the way she belittled him and made him feel
inadequate about it all. But he knew that she could just as easily
exclude him from her games and have almost as much fun with a vibrator,
so he never complained.
All in all, Vickie and Jason had a pretty good life together.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy03.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 03
Bridgette and James had a long, serious talk about things after
their new experience with sex had concluded.
She lamented that her father spanked her ass at least once a week
until she was 18 and moved out of the house to go to college. She had a
sister a year younger than she, and knew that her sister had been
subjected to the same thing until she moved out at 19.
She told him how it was always the same. Her father would bring her
into his bedroom and make her stand in front of him while he sat on his
bed and pulled her pants down or skirt up to bare her bottom. Once her
bottom was bared, he would lay her down over his lap and depending on
her particular offense, would begin spanking her with his heavy hands,
or his thick belt. Oh how she would struggle in his powerful grip and
kick her legs in the air while her punishment was doled out.
Once he finished with the spanking, he would always sit her still
bare ass on his lap. Kissing her cheeks and telling her how he didn't
like to punish her, but she was such a naughty girl that he had no
choice but to spank her.
When she was younger, she would run to her room and throw herself
on her bed to have herself a good cry, furiously rubbing her smarting
bottom. Then would emerge properly chastened until the inevitable
discretion that would find the whole process repeated again and again.
As she began to grow into a pretty young lady, she would still run
to her room at the conclusion of the spanking sessions. But then she
did so to find orgasmic release.
She recalled the worse spanking she had even gotten from her father
was also the last one. During the summer after she graduated from high
school, she had stayed out all night and returned home to find her
father sitting in the living room. He wasted no time at all taking her
by the arm and dragging her to his bedroom. Bridgette grimaced slightly
as she recalled how her poor bottom was set on fire that morning.
Bridgette told him that when he spanked her, it was more exciting
than before. after all, she wasn't a little girl anymore just like
James had told her. But when that familiar stinging started, it was
almost like being back home again.
"Maybe that's why i'm so bad now" she giggled at the thought.
James shrugged and commented that it probably was the reason.
She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes and asked.. "Well, what
next?" James told her that since she obviously couldn't keep herself in
check, it wouldn't be a bad idea for her to be punished in kind when
she got out of line.
She kissed him very sweetly and said. "Baby, as long as you do it
with love and not malice, you can spank my ass whenever I need it" Then
she gave him an evil smile "Which is quite often to be honest" she
giggled into his neck as she cuddled close. Already looking forward to
when she would drape herself over his lap again.
Vickie attributes the articles she read in a magazine to saving her
marriage with Jason. She had been on the verge of filing for divorce
when she saw the magazine on the ground while she waited for a bus.
Picking it up, she saw a picture on the cover of a man's ass with
several stripes on it.
While not reading the magazine, (She put it back on the ground
where she found it) she did remember the title and later that week
visited an adult book store and purchased several titles of that
nature.
The one article that caught her eye was one of a story about a wife
who regularly spanked her husband for any one of several different
offenses. Although turned on by the story and the idea, Vickie couldn't
see herself doing anything like that with Jason.
As mentioned in an earlier chapter, Jason was the type who thought
of his wife as simply a piece of meat to be taken at will. Okay, I
guess being taken roughly isn't always a bad thing. But when the one
being taken isn't getting any pleasure out of it, it's a terrible
thing.
Vickie had to endure their sex life for 6 years of marriage. She
truly loved the skunk, but she knew there had to be more to sex than a
lot of pain. well, HE seemed to rather enjoy himself.
It was after a particularly painful session of him pounding into
her that Vickie finally decided she'd had enough of it. Jason had
gotten out of bed to relieve himself when she sprang into action. She
ran to the closet and grabbed a thick belt. (The kind used to hold up
jeans and the like) She went into the bathroom while he stood before
the toilet and reared back with the belt and swung it at him with all
her strength.
That stroke missed the target of his ass, but caught him on his
legs with enough force to make him scream in pain.
"Owwwww! What the fuck are you doing?" He tried to jump out of the way,
but was not fast enough to avoid a second swing from the belt.
"Have you gone crazy?" He lunged after her but she was not going to be
denied. he ran into the leather as it was propelled into his stomach.
"You crazy bitch!.. Gimme that belt" She gave it to him.... a savage
stroke whistled through the air and connected right between his legs.
Jason went quickly to his knees when the belt had slammed against
his recently emptied balls. Vickie was a woman possessed by this time.
"I am sick and TIRED of this shit" she screamed at him. Jason stayed on
the floor trying to get his breath back.
"You hear me you son of a bitch? I'm tired of it!" Somehow, Jason
found enough of a voice to enquire as to what she was tired of.
"Do you realize how much it hurts when you fuck me? Huh?.. Did you EVER
ask how I was feeling?"
"Calm down, honey.. Let's talk about this" She slapped his shoulder
with the belt..
"No! I'm tired of talking about it.. Now i'm gonna DO something about
it.. You get your ass back in that bed.. and you don't DARE leave until
*I'M* finished.. You got it, asshole?"
In his disadvantageous position, Jason had the sense to agree to her
seemingly insane terms. he went back to the bed with her and was made
to touch her in ways he had never dreamed. Vickie kept his attending to
her until the wee hours of the morning.
Naturally, Jason became hard again. But was quickly pushed away
when he tried to crawl between her legs and stick his dick into her.
As big and powerful Jason was compared to how petite his wife was,
he could do nothing to deter her from her current course. She didn't
hesitate to lay that god awful belt on his flesh when he wasn't doing
something the way she wanted.
Jason thought it would have been a one time thing. But found out
differently the next time he tried to take his wife. She lashed out
with fingernails bared, slashing his cheek and drawing blood. He very
quickly learned that as long as they were gonna stay together, sex was
something that will be taken out of his hands.. and placed in those
more capable, namely Vickie's.
If James was surprised and excited by the recent turn of events
between he and Bridgette. He would have been utterly shocked at his own
sister. yes, in case you haven't figured it out, James and Vickie are
brother and sister. He'd often wonder why Jason seemed to be in quite a
hurry to get home instead of staying out and drinking with the rest of
the gang.
He had been delighted to learn that Vickie and her husband were
moving to Arizona. They had always gotten along rather well in
childhood. Which is really pretty strange for brother and sister of
about the same age. He had used his contacts to find them the house
they were living in. It was great having his sister living so close to
him. They often got together for dinner or a show. Bridgette had
remarked on more than one occasion about the strong family resemblance
present in them.
James was giving Bridgette's car a once over when he noticed a
pretty bald tire on the front. Looking in the trunk, and finding
that there was no spare. He told her not to drive the car until he could
get her a rim and tire. It was a saturday so it wasn't like she had a
lot to do.
He left to go do just that. Luckily the very first place he tried
had the exact tire and rim he needed. it had been barely an hour when
he returned to Vickie's apartment and found her car gone. He figured
she had to run to the store for a few things. So he waited a few
minutes.
When she hadn't returned for a half hour, he put the tire back into
his trunk and drove home. He'd call her later.
He got home and called her every fifteen minutes until 7:30 that
evening. Finally she answered the phone just as he was ready to hang-up
again.
"Hello?"... "Oh.. There you are. I've been calling"
"Oh, I'm sorry.. I was across the street all afternoon"
James knew better, but didn't say anything about it.
"Oh well, I got a tire for you. I'll bring it over if you're gonna be
home."
"Sure! But I'm getting ready to take a shower. Can you wait about an
hour?" He looked at his watch and figured it would be about 9:00 by the
time he got there.
"Yeah ok. I guess you can get it changed in the morning. Unless you
have some place you have to go before then?"
"Oh no... I can do without the car until then. See you in an hour,
baby?"
"Yeah sure, sweetheart. See ya then" James hung up the phone and knew
she was lying. That put him off a little. She really had no reason to
lie about it. Oh well, he'd talk to her about it later.
It was a few minutes before 9 when he got to Bridgette's apartment
building. Under the streetlight, he saw her car sitting there. He went
over and took a look. Just as he had suspected earlier, the bald tire
had sprouted a large egg. He knew from experience that this tire would
blow at any minute.
Bridgette answered the door wearing nothing but a t-shirt and
panties. her hair was draped in a bath towel. Okay, she just got out of
the shower. She wrapped her arms around him and planted a juicy kiss on
him when he walked in the door.
Give me your car keys so I can put that tire in your trunk" He told
her. He seemed to be a little reserved for some reason.
She did as he asked and watched a bit confused as he walked out of
the door. She had taken the towel from her head and was brushing her
hair when he came back into the apartment.
"How much do you think it'll cost to get it changed?" She asked him..
James just shrugged. "I dunno. About 4 or 5 dollars. But I might come
over and do it myself."
"Oh you're sweet, baby. Thank you so much" she smiled at him into the
mirror she was standing before.
"Where did you go today?" He asked her out of the blue.
"Across the street, like I told you" He shook his head.
"You had to take your car across the street?" Her brow furrowed at the
question.
"Of course not. It hasn't moved" James stood silent for a moment. Then
blew out a breath of air he was holding in.
"Bridgette.." he hesitated "I came back with the tire and the car was
gone." She had brushed her hair to satisfaction so she put the brush
down on the table and went to the refrigerator to get them both a beer.
"Oh!" You must of came when I went around the corner to the store"
Nodding her head as if that were the way it happened.
"Yes, that's what I figured too. That's why I hung around for a
half hour, waiting." He raised his eyebrows as he accepted the beer from
her. "Where did you go?" he asked.
Bridgette tossed her hair back. "I needed to do some shopping."
Shrugging like it were nothing. "Sorry you waited so long."
"It's not that, baby. It's just that I had told you not to drive
the car until I got a tire."
"I know, But all the stores are closed on Sunday." He shook his head
at her while she sat at her table applying fingernail polish.
"You COULD have said something, you know.. I would have taken you"
"Oh yeah. Like you would have loved shopping for clothes with me."
"How the hell would you know what I like and don't like if you've
never thought to ask?" She waved it off..
"It's no big deal. as you can see, I survived the trip, you know."
"Oh yeah? I'll bet you didn't see that big egg on the tire, did you?"
"No... so what about it?" James had sat down at her kitchen table. The
apartment was pretty small.. Only one bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen and
living room.
"Bridgette, do you know how hard it is to control a car when you've
had a blow out?" He asked her. She seemed to be mildly amused at his
banter. "No, can't say that I do."
"It's damn near impossible. That's how hard it is."
She was holding her hand out examining her nails.
"So. I didn't have a blow out. And as you can see, I am alive and well,
thank you very much." She said a little too sarcastically for his tastes.
"Yeah, I wouldn't suppose you care just how easily you COULD have
had it happen?"
"No, why don't you tell me how easy I could have had it happen.."
He laughed under his breath
"You really think this is a big joke don't you?" She shook her head.
"No, But I believe you're getting all carried away over nothing."
"Nothing? I don't call taking that kind of stupid chance with your life
nothing!" He was getting worked up. Bridgette sensed it.
"Okay then. You're right. I shouldn't have done it.. But I did..
and now it's in the past." She said as she was starting on her other
hand with the polish. James drained his beer and got up to deposit the
empty bottle in the garbage can. Then he walked slowly toward her while
taking his belt off.
"No" he said "It's not quite in the past, just yet" Her eyes quickly
shot up and saw what he was doing.
"No, Jim.. Please don't get carried away about this....."
"Carried away?!" His belt was now dangling from his hand. "You could
have been KILLED!"
Bridgette was frightened at the serious look in his face. She got
up and was backing away from him. "Please, don't hurt me, baby.. I'm
sorry" She said in that little girl way. He got to the table where she
had been sitting and put the belt down on it.
"Bridgette, come here to me." She had backed up to the closed door
of her bedroom. Her hands were behind her against the door.
"Please, baby... I love you.. don't do this to me" she pleaded with
him.
"I said.... Come here, Bridgette." She looked down.. the fear mounting
in her.
"No.. you're gonna hurt me."
"I'm NOT gonna argue with you, Bridgette. You come here, NOW!!" She
winced at the way his voice rose.
Bridgette sniffed back a tear that was beginning to form and slowly
shuffled across the floor until she could see his shoes under her.
She stood in front of him resigned to whatever he had in mind to
do. She kept her eyes on the floor at his feet while he put his hands
on her hips and began to pull her t-shirt up.
He pulled it up over her tits and told her to raise her arms. She
did so and the shirt was pulled over her head and discarded on the
side.
She looked up at him with her baby doll eyes and brought her hands
up slowly and put them over his shoulders. "Please, baby. Don't spank
me. I promise I'll listen to you from now on"
James looked down into her eyes. He had gotten lost in those very
same orbs countless numbers of times. He took hold of her wrists and
placed them at her side.
"Turn around and take your panties off, Bridgette." Her sexy eyes
brimmed over in tears when he told her to turn around.
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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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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy05.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 05
As mentioned before, Angela is a year younger than Bridgette. As
sisters growing up in Cincinnati, they were as close as two sisters
could be I suppose.
Time had been as good to her as it had been to Bridgette. Her 10
year marriage only fell apart because she didn't feel she could share
him with his homosexual lover. Maybe Phoenix would be a good place for
her to start a new carer.. And a new life.
Okay, let me describe Angela to you. She has the same deep brown
eyes and long brown hair as Bridgette, but she had grown to a lithe
5'10" and a sleek 135 lbs. During high school, she frequently had to
stand one step below her dates for a good night kiss. Although most men
are intimidated by women who either have brains, or are taller than they
are, Angela's stunning good looks made her a rather popular girl to
date in high school and college.
Sexually, Angela was a rarity of sorts. Being 23 and married when
she sacrificed her virginity. The man whom she gave it to was the one
man to have captured her heart and soul. But no sense dwelling on that,
Angela had no regrets about leaving there to start her new life. she
didn't even both to look back when she packed her clothes and walked
out of his house, and his life.
Angela settled into her seat for the two hour flight to Phoenix.
Very much looking forward to seeing her sister again. it would be
strange staying with her and her boyfriend, but there really wasn't
anything else she could do at the present time. She only hoped that
there wouldn't be any strain on them because of her.
James recognised Angela the second she stepped through the door of
the airplane gate. She came over and embraced his sister for a long
time before Bridgette introduced her to James. Angela smiled when they
shook hands, that smile was a lot like Bridgette's. He wondered if the
looks she shared with her older sister were the only similarities about
them.
During the drive back to their apartment, Angela and Bridgette did
a lot of catching up on old subjects. their 5 year separation meant
that there were a LOT of subjects to catch up on. The two sisters sat
up until the early hours of the morning talking.
James wasn't very surprised to wake up and find that he was the
only one up. Glancing up at the clock at seeing that it was 10:15, he
went out and got the paper and sat it on the kitchen table while he put
a pot of coffee on to brew.
He had more than half read the paper and drank two cups of coffee
before Angela walked out of her bedroom and padded toward the kitchen.
"Ahhhh, a friendly smell!" She said, meaning the coffee. James looked
up at her standing near the cupboards wearing a silk robe.
"3rd from the right, if you're looking for cups" She was. making
herself a cup of coffee, she brought it to the table and sat across
from James.
"Whew! We must have stayed up until 4 talking!" He smiled at her.
"Yeah, she'll talk your ear off if you let her." Angela giggled..
"Well, I must confess that she isn't the only chatter box.. A family
trait I suppose." He laughed back at her, James couldn't help but like
this striking beauty.
"Bridgette never told me, what kind of work were you looking to get
into?" he asked her, perhaps he could line up an interview for her at
his company, they were always looking for clerical people.
"Well, it seems like a good time to put my degree in business to work."
"Ahhhh, executive material, are you?" She snickered but turned somber a
moment later.
"Do you think it'll be hard for me to get started here?"
"I don't think so. There are entry level positions available. Especially
at Brunsten Mayer." She nodded knowingly..
"Yes! I've heard that they have an amazing turnover. I'll have to look
into them."
Just then, Bridgette walked into the kitchen wearing her usual
t-shirt. She leaned over behind James' chair and gave him a hug.
"So, have you been flirting with my baby?" She looked across at her
sister.
"Oh yes! You walked in just before I was gonna make a pass at him...
You really DO look tired, Bridge.. Maybe you should go back to sleep."
She looked towards James "Don't you think so too, Jim?" She asked
sweetly. Bridgette's grip tightened on his shoulders.
"Yes, sweetheart. You really must get more rest." She leaned over and
bit his neck.
"More rest, my ass! I can't leave you alone for a second, can I?"
Tousling his hair before going to the coffee pot. James saw her t-shirt
raise above her thighs when she reached up into the cupboard to get a
cup. He got a quick view of her sexy ass, the bruise on her right cheek
had faded into a faint splotch.
They had planned to take Angela sightseeing that Sunday, so they
finished the coffee and all got ready to leave.
Jason sat at his desk and prepared to meet the salesman coming in
to make his sales pitch to him on a new product on the computer market.
It was his job as executive buyer to see all the salespeople that
sought to sell their products to Jason's company.
He wasn't quite prepared for the salesman to be one of the most
beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. She had sandy blonde hair and
piercing blue eyes. He was aware that he was staring after she had
introduced herself as Anna Chreutov and was looking curiously at him.
"Yes, of course" he said quickly, extending a hand which she took
lightly. "Please, sit down." He gestured toward a chair which the
gorgeous blonde seemed to slink into.
He found himself unable to keep his eyes from her. She was a
goddess. Jason hardly heard a word she was saying about the computer
system she was trying to sell him. The only things he was aware of were
her hypnotic blue eyes and her shapely legs as she sat with them
crossed.
He made himself glance at the brochure she handed him.
"What kind of maintenance can we count on from you?" I don't want to
mislead you into thinking this was just someone trying to peddle a
computer system. Jason's company was in the market to buy one, hence
the visit of Anna.
She outlined the maintenance plan while he gazed into her eyes,
becoming completely captivated. "I'll tell you, I have a lot of
questions to ask you. Would you care to answer them over lunch?"
Anna dazzled him with her smile, "I'd love to!" Standing as Jason stood
and walked around the desk.
When they got to the restaurant, they were seated and promptly
served drinks. Anna sipped her drink then asked him "Be honest, do we
have a chance to make this sale?" Oops, he had almost forgotten that
this WAS a business lunch.
"Of course you do..." He got his act together and grilled her on the
questions he had.
I don't know if it was the sales pitch, the salesperson, or the
product. But as far as Jason was concerned, Anna had a sale. He didn't
tell her right then that he had decided, he took her business card and
told her that he would let her know one way or the other what he
decided.
James got home from work Thursday afternoon to an empty apartment.
It was the second day this week and the 4th time since Angela had come
to stay with them that this had happened.
What they were doing, was running around town. He had casually
asked Angela how her job search was going. She had just shrugged and said
that she was "heartened by the reaction to her" Whatever that meant. He
suspected that she hadn't done a whole lot in the way of job hunting.
While Angela was an absolute delight to have around, James was more
than a little pissed at what had been going on with her and Bridgette
since she had arrived.
So he made dinner and ate alone. Putting everything in the oven to
keep warm for the two sisters when they got home. It was nearly 9
o'clock by the time they breezed through the door. They were laughing
at some private joke when they saw James sitting on the sofa watching
television.
"Hi baby, Bridgette called to him while they removed their jackets
and hung them near the door. James turned off the TV and asked "Where'd
you two go, today?" as Angela went into the bathroom. Bridgette had
seen that look in his eyes before.
"We just went to have lunch and see a movie." She had started to tell
him about their afternoon when Angela emerged from the bathroom and sat
on a chair facing the sofa.
"How's the job search going, Angie?" He asked, cutting Bridgette off in
mid sentence. Angela shrugged.
"Same as before, I guess." James nodded at her.
"Ahhh, you mean you haven't looked yet?" She looked at him quizzically
"Yes, I've looked but..." He held up a hand silencing her
"And how long do you expect to have a job missing two days a week?" He
asked of Bridgette.
She said nothing, just watched him with a look of apprehension on her
face.
"No, Angie. I know for a fact that you haven't got up off your ass to
look for a job yet." Her mouth flew open to protest. He didn't let her
get a word in.
"Well, you have an interview with Brunsten Mayer on Monday morning..
You DO have a resume?" She glared at him.
"Yes I do" she said coldly. She didn't like his condescending tone the
least little bit.
"Fine" He looked over to Bridgette. "Well, what have you to say for
yourself?"
"Nothing at all" she said in a small voice.
"Nothing, huh?.. Alright then, come here" Bridgette knew what was
coming. "Baby,can we do this later?" she asked him as she walked to
where he was sitting.
"No, we do it now and it's over." Angela looked on with shock as her
sister had pulled her jeans down and was laying bare assed over his
lap. She stood up to go to her room.
"Sit down, Angie." He said sternly. She sat and stared, stunned at what
was taking place in front of her.
James started smacking her bottom fast and furious. Bridgette was
quickly crying out and begging forgiveness. She kicked her legs in the
air and squirmed in his lap while he soundly spanked her. Almost as
fast as he started, he stopped. The only sound in the apartment was
that of Bridgette's sobs as she laid over his lap and looked at her
sister with unseeing eyes.
Telling her that he was finished, she got up from his lap and stood
off to his side rubbing her bottom as if trying to make the sting go
away. James looked over at Angela who sat mesmerized on the chair.
"Ok, Angie. Come here" He beckoned to her.
"No!" She shouted at him, truly insulted at what he intended to do to
her.
"Angela, I said come here." James said firmly. But not raising his
voice. Her eyes blazed at him. Angela stood up and screamed.
"You can go to HELL!!!" before running from the room into the safety of
her bedroom.
Bridgette took off her jeans and told James that she would go talk
to her sister.
Angela had a suitcase opened on her bed and was in the process of
transferring her clothes to it when Bridgette walked in naked from the
waist down. She walked to the bed and moved the suitcase back, taking
Angela's hands and telling her to sit. They sat on the bed facing each
other.
"Angie, do you remember when daddy used to spank us?" She nodded
silently. She had been the recipient of countless spankings while still
living at home.
"Be honest with me." Bridgette started "Did you ever get a spanking
that you did not deserve?" Angela DID think about it. She had to admit
that she had never been given a spanking that she didn't deserve. She
shook her head.
"It's the same way now" Bridgette explained. Angela spoke for the
first time.
"No it isn't. We're not at home and he's not daddy." She said pointing
to the door. She was burning mad at what had just taken place in the
living room.
"No, he isn't daddy" Bridgette agreed "But we still deserve it from
time to time." Angela shook her head again.
"You can speak for yourself. I'm not a little girl anymore"
"And do you think *I* am?" Angela had to laugh at that.
"No, I guess not."
"He loves me, and I only get it when I deserve it."
"Yeah, but what gives him the right to decide that?" Angela wanted to
know. Bridgette didn't hesitate with the answer.
"I gave him that right. You see sometimes others know what's best for us
better than we do."
"Bridge, that's sick! How can you say that?"
"Was it sick when daddy used to spank your ass?"
The memories came back to her almost as if they were yesterday.
`Yes daddy, I know you love me'..... `I'm sorry, daddy. I'll be a good
girl from now on'.. "No, it was different then."
Bridgette shook her head slowly. "No, Angie. It's no different. Believe
me it's the same way."
Angela had a lot of trouble understanding what it was her sister
was trying to tell her. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you should go out there and take the spanking you
deserve." Angela shot her an angry glare.
"No WAY! As a matter of fact, i'm gonna leave here tonight."
"Where are you gonna go, Angie?" She shrugged
"I don't know.. But i'm getting out of here. I just can't stay."
Bridgette stood up and walked to the door, turning to face her
sister before she opened it.
"Suit yourself, baby sister. But let me tell you something before you
go. I know Jim wouldn't waste his time if he didn't care about you. And
that's one thing you sure can't afford to ignore. So leave if you want.
But ask yourself if it's at all worth it... Now you think about that"
Bridgette said, then opened the door and shut it behind her when she
walked out.
James was leaned back on the sofa watching TV when his lover came
out and sat next to him. He put his arm around her shoulders when she
snuggled up to him.
"I didn't think she would act like that" He said. "I guess she doesn't
understand us."
"No, baby. She understands. Angie will be out here in a little while,
wait and see."
"I don't know if it's a good idea now. As mad as she got."
Bridgette snickered and cuddled closer.
"It's a good idea. Once she realizes that, she'll be out here."
"BUT!" she said, poking him in the ribs. "You'd better not get any wise
ideas.. Your ass belongs to me!" He laughed and hugged her.
"Don't worry about me." She gave him a quick kiss..
"Okay, baby. But i'm starved" And with that, she got up and went into
the kitchen.
James turned his attention back to the program he had been watching
while Bridgette rummaged in the kitchen for dinner. It was about 10
minutes later when the door to Angela's bedroom opened and she stepped
out. Her eyes were puffy and red as she had obviously been crying. She
stood at the door for a moment before walking to where James sat and
stood on the side of him, looking down. James gazed at her.
"Jim, I'm sorry that I snapped at you." She said in a low voice.
During her self imposed exile in her room, Angela had a bout with her
feelings. Her current actions told the story of what feelings won that
battle.
"That's ok, Angie" he said "I just don't want to see you get into
trouble out here." She smiled weakly
"I know. I also understand that you're thinking of my best interests. I
want you to know i'm grateful for that." He nodded but was silent.
Bridgette watched from the kitchen table and caught James' eye for a
moment.
"You wanted me to come here" Angela said hesitantly.. "And uhhh
here I am" James started to say that there was no need for that but he
happened to catch Bridgette out of the corner of his eye. She was
nodding her head and gesturing toward her sister.
"Ok, Angie" He said as he sat up straight. "I want you to take your
jeans down to your knees then sit here next to me."
Angela's lips quivered but she nodded slowly and with trembling
fingers, she unsnapped her jeans and worked them off of her hips.
As her long graceful legs were uncovered, James gestured to the
sofa next to him and told her to sit down.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy06.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 06
Angela trembled all over as she sat on the sofa next to James, with
her jeans pulled down to her knees. He took her hand in his and told
her exactly how he was going to do this.
"When you lay down over my lap i'm going to take your panties down"
Her strength quickly vanished as she silently nodded. Bringing her hand
toward him, she allowed herself to be pulled over. James could see her
slightly shaking as her panty covered bottom turned up at him.
James looked down at her long, slender legs before placing his
hands on her hips and began pulling her panties down. Angela raised her
hips slightly to assist him in the task.
Once her ass was bared, James looked up at Bridgette who watched
with a glazed look in her eyes. She caught his gaze and smiled at him.
Angela placed her hands on the armrest of the sofa and gripped it
tightly as she waited in silence for the spanking to commence. Quickly,
James began slapping the smooth asscheeks one after the other.
She squirmed furiously as his hand fell repeatedly on her exposed
bottom. Her cries were coming softly while the stinging slaps continued
to rain down on her.
A change quickly came over her as her stinging ass began to redden
under his strong hand. Angela's ass elevated as if reaching out for the
next stroke. Her hands held the armrest tighter as the pain in her ass
seemed to spread into her cunt. Her breathing became labored as she
groaned with each new stroke instead of crying out.
James ceased the spanking. Her hips raised higher for more. "Noo!..
Don't stop, Jim... Oh god!" She wriggled a hand under her and started
rubbing her clit hard. She gasped as her fingers sent electric sparks
shooting within her.
"Ohhhh yes!!. Spank meeee, Darling... Spank me!!"
He looked in confusion to Bridgette who was breathing heavy as she had
2 fingers thrust up her own cunt.
"Do it, Baby!.. Spank her ass!"
Now at her request, James lifted his hand and slammed it down on
the leggy woman's elevated bottom. *CRACCCK!*
"Ooooo Yes!!" Angela cried out while her fingers blazed over her clit.
Her hips were falling and rising in time with her shallow breathing.
He timed his slaps so that when her bottom thrust up toward him,
she would be rewarded with another stinging shot from his palm. After 4
or 5 more of these, Angela came to her knees with her head in the
cushioned seat. Her hand moved quicker over her gushing pussy while she
screamed out her pleasure.
"OH GOD!.. I'm coming!.. Oooo Baby.. Slap me again.. hard!"
James gave her what she asked for, his heavy head caught her right
smack in the middle of her burning but happy bottom.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Angela collapsed over his lap and gurgled incoherently
when her climax overtook her senses.
As the mindblowing spasms of her come began to subside, Angela
became aware of the stiff lump in James' pants.
"Oh man!" she exclaimed "I can't believe I actually came from being
spanked!" James looked over at his lover who had totally forgotten her
dinner.
"Well, you said she'd be out here, baby.. You were right."
Bridgette acted outraged. "This isn't fair! She got to come and I
didn't!" Angela wriggled her blushing bottom sensuously in his lap.
"Mmmmmmmm I think you have something to take care of, Bridge.."
James had to laugh at the two sisters.
"You wanna come too baby?" He teased her. "Come on over here and I'll
see what I can do for you."
Bridgette didn't need to be told twice. In a flash she was up from
the table and on the sofa with James and Angela..
"Come on. I'll do you like I did Angie" gesturing to the crimson bottom
still wriggling on his lap.
"Mmmmmm.. That sounds nice, baby.." She playfully slapped her sister's
thighs.. "Move aside baby sister... My turn now!"
Angela got up and took her jeans and panties completely off and
kneeled on the far end of the sofa as Bridgette took her place over his
lap.. She did as she saw her sister do a little earlier. Elevating her
sexy bottom and moved a hand under her to manipulate her wet pussy.
James slapped her bottom twice then stopped. "My hand is stinging
too much... Do me a favor and go into our room and get that hairbrush
off the desk." He asked of Angela, who got up do to his bidding.
Bridgette turned to look coyly up at him. "She's something else,
isn't she?" James agreed with her and groaned when she gave his
imprisoned cock a good squeeze.
Angela returned and gave him the hairbrush then resumed her former
place on the sofa and diddled her pussy while watching.
James lifted the brush and started smacking it on his lover's
rounded asscheeks while she played with her cunt.
"Ummmmmmm.. Oh yeah!.. It feeeeels good, Baby!.. OOoooo A little
harder, baaaaby!" Angela made a whimpering sound as she watched her
sister's ass undulating in the air while James smacked it with her wide
backed hairbrush.
He found by experimenting that Angela seemed to react strongest
when the stroke connected on the overhang of her ass. He employed that
knowledge to Bridgette as she brought herself closer to her own climax
with her scissoring fingers.
"Ohhh Don't stop!.... Harder, baby.. OH YES! Make me come!!.. Make me
commme!" 2 strokes later, he did just that. At the moment when her come
started, she quickly moved her hand away and rode her orgasm out on his
lap.. wildly grinding her sexy hips into his lap.
When Bridgette came down from her incredible high, she turned
around and looked up into James' face and smiled through her tears.
"That was wild! it hurt but it felt so good" Angela agreed with her on
that point.
"Angie.. Did you ever get turned on when daddy spanked you?"
Angela blushed and nodded her head. "yeah, me too. she turned on
her side facing James and grabbed his prick through his pants.
"I think it's time I took care of this, right here" She flashed him a
sexy smile.
"Good idea" He said. "It's about time for bed anyhow"
"Mmmmmmmm.. Looks like i'm in for a HARD night tonight!" She giggled
and looked at the gleam in Angela's eyes.
"Angie, you wanna come with us, baby sister?" She asked her.
"I don't know.. but I am still pretty hot."
"Jim, is it ok if she comes with us, baby?" Bridgette gave him a
smoking look of lust.
"Mmmmm yeah, you want to Angie?" Angela nodded her consent.
They all got up and retired to the master bedroom together.
Their cries of passion and lust carried until the early morning
hours, when their sexual energies spent, they fell into a blissful
sleep entwined in each other's arms and legs.
Jason had told Vickie that he may have found someone to bring home,
but that he wasn't positive. What she did in response was to take him
into the bedroom and give him a severe ass whipping with a riding crop,
then telling him to work harder at getting her a new playmate.
He was having a bit of trouble sitting still at his desk the next
morning. the whipping he had received the night before was sure to
linger with him for at least the next couple of days. His secretary had
long since learned how to handle him when he got into these moods. Now,
she didn't know why, but she knew that every once in a while he was
rather touchy. So she acted accordingly to his moods. Which is probably
the reason he brought her with him when he got transferred over from
San Antonio.
Jason waited until he was sure Anna would be in before calling the
number on her business card. He had already decided that he would not
only buy the computer from her, but also bring her home to meet Vickie.
His only problem was to figure out exactly how he would do it.
He called her and asked if she would mind coming to his office to
further discuss her product. She agreed like a salesperson hot on the
trail of a lucrative sale.
It was 11:00 when the stunning blonde was showed into his office.
He stood and took her hand, remarking that it was nice to see her
again. Anna sat on a chair facing his desk and crossed her legs, giving
him an alluring view of her stockinged legs. Her skirt was rather short
as it was, but when she sat the hem rose to mid thigh.
After pleasantries were exchanged, Jason got down to business.
"Uhhh, Just one or two more questions. How long would it take you to
have your system installed?" Anna was ready with an answer as soon as
the words were out of his mouth.
"Once given the sale, we could have it up and running within 2 weeks"
Jason nodded and pretended to write on a notepad on his desk.
"2 Weeks." He said thoughtfully "Sounds like a winner to me. All we
have to do now is release a purchase order and we're all set."
Anna's smile brightened the room when she flashed it.
"Great! I think i'll take YOU to lunch today, you free?"
He laughed and told her "No, but I am extremely cheap." Anna smiled
even broader, standing and leaning over his desk striking a provocative
pose. "Well don't worry, honey. I'll respect you in the morning." she
said huskily, causing his cock to lurch in his pants.
Business was all but forgotten once Jason instructed his secretary
to type the purchase order for the new computer system. Giving him the
benefit of the doubt, he HAD purchased the best computer for the money.
I just wouldn't want you thinking that he had ulterior motives.
Anna took him to a nice restaurant about 20 minutes from his
office. Their conversation during lunch was laced with sexual innuendos
and several smoking looks. Her hand moved under the table during desert
and found his thigh. He was in the middle of telling her about his
transfer from Texas when he felt her soft touch, stopping him in mid
sentence.
She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. "My apartment
is right around the corner" she cooed in his ear. They paid the check
and decided to have desert and coffee at a different place. If Anna was
the least bit worried about him being married, she didn't show it. Once
they were safely in her apartment. Her arms were around him with her
mouth hungrily kissing him.
He stopped her advances saying that he needed to call the office
and tell them he wouldn't be returning that afternoon. Once he made the
call, he turned around to find Anna standing totally naked except for
her stockings and garter belt. If he had taken the chance to look
around this apartment, he would have noticed that he was in a very
expensive place. But being human, he was unable to remove his eyes from
the goddess standing before him.
She took him into her bedroom and had him sit on the bed. She knelt
and began taking off his shoes and socks. Jason had already shed his
coat and shirt. Anna kept her eyes locked to his as she reached up and
undid his pants, he helped by lifting his ass off the bed while she
removed them. Once his cock sprang out, her head became buried in his
lap, licking and sucking his shaft.
Jason hadn't had his cock sucked since his wife had taken over
their sex life. Anna's warm mouth felt incredible. He entwined her
silky hair in his hands while she slurped on his prick. She used her
tongue and teeth expertly on his pulsating pole, her hands moved behind
his back and held him there while she gave him an earth shattering blow
job.
He was moaning in pleasure, almost sure he had died and gone to
heaven. Anna straightened up and gazed at him with her hypnotic blue
eyes. "Lay back on the bed. I wanna 69 with you." Used to doing what
he was told in the bedroom, Jason moved onto the bed and laid on his
back.
Anna climbed onto the bed with him and straddled his neck while
facing away. Before her creamy thighs lowered onto his neck, Jason
stared into the delectable cheeks of her ass and saw several faint
lines tattooed across them. The musky scent of her pussy wafted to his
nose and suddenly he felt his dick being drawn into her mouth again.
Jason reached up with his hands and spread her asscheeks open. Then
he stuck his tongue out and probed it into the wetness hidden between
her luscious cheeks. Anna whimpered in pleasure when his tongue slipped
into her pussy.
They orally teased each other for about 5 or 6 minutes when Anna
got up and turned around, backing up until her ass bumped into his hard
cock. She guided it to her drenched pussy hole and gingerly sat down on
it.
She opened her mouth and emitted a piercing moan, leaning over and
crushing her tits against his chest. Jason grabbed her bottom and
started thrusting up into her. Anna cooed in his ear and asked to be
fucked harder.
Her hair fell and spread all over his face before he sought on her
moth and engaged her in tongue warfare. Anna was slamming her back
against his crotch, delighting in the wonderful way his prick pounded
into her.
"Oh Shit!!.. I need it harder, Babe.. Fuck me from the back!.. Like a
dog!!" Anna's voice was ragged and husky. She jumped off of him and
knelt on the bed, pointing her delectable ass in the air at him. It
wriggled sensuously as he got behind her and guided his dick to her
waiting hole.
Jason hammered into her, feeling her soft fleshy ass slapping
against him while he fucked her like a man possessed. This was the way
he fucked.. Fast, hard, and furious. Which just happened to be the type
of fucking Anna craved. The harder he pistoned his cock into her, the
more she squealed and begged him to fuck harder.
"Oh YES!.. Give it to me!!.. Harder!!.. HARDER!" Jason was quickly
losing his breath and the furious fucking took it's toll on his
strength. Anna was in the midst of a fantastic roller coaster ride at
the Orgasm amusement park. She chanted his name over and over again as
the come spilled out of his heavy balls and coated the walls of her
spasming cunt.
Once all the come drained from his balls, Anna fell forward on the
bed and turned over on her back.
"God, You're so good!" she said to him. Making him beam with pride, of
course the way he liked to fuck was exactly the opposite of the way
Vickie liked it. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"You're not so bad yourself, sweetheart." He fell to his side next to
her and caressed her breasts and stomach.
They stayed in bed cuddling for a few minutes when Jason told her
about the lines he saw on her ass.
"Oh, you saw them, huh?" Anna asked, slightly blushing. "Well, I like
men to be kinda rough with me." She said, explaining it.
"Oh I understand what you mean, believe me" He turned over on his
stomach showing her his ass. Which still sported the telltale marks of
the riding crop from the night before.
"Oh you poor baby!" Anna exclaimed. She got up and started running
her tongue all over his bruised ass. "Here, let me make it feel better,
babe" Gliding her mouth over the bruises, quickly having his asscheeks
glistening with her saliva.
"And that's how you like it?" He turned around and asked her.
Anna sat back on the bed and gazed at him.
"Yes, would you like to whip me?" I have a cat-o-nine you can use."
He shook his head. "No. I was just kind of surprised that you were into
it" Anna shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see what's so surprising
about it."
"I don't know. I just never would of thought it, that's all." She
laughed out loud, flashing her million dollar smile at him.
"Well, I don't advertise in the yellow pages!" They both got a good
laugh out of it.
A few minutes later, after they took a quick shower together and
were getting dressed, Jason asked her whether she would get in trouble
at work. She looked his sideways as she tilted her head.
"No. Don't you know that I own that company?" No, he didn't know. he
thought he was dealing with a highly successful salesperson.
It was nearly 4:00 by the time they got back out to her car so she
could take him back to the office. During the ride, they chatted about
their respective sex lives.
Jason discovered that her ex-husband was the one who started
whipping her and treating her rough. She confessed that she liked the
treatment well enough, but he was often brutal with her. So she had
divorced him 3 years earlier and went in search for "The perfect
spanking" as she put it. When asked what that was, she couldn't explain
it to him.
Before he got out of her car. He decided to go for broke and invite
her over to his house for dinner. "Your house?.. What would your wife
say?" She asked coyly.
"Well.. Uhh She's the one who wants me to bring someone home for her to
play with. But I must confess she expected a man... although she didn't
specify"
Anna seemed to think it over. "Yeah, why the hell not!.. What
time?" He gave her his address and told her Saturday at 7:00.
"Great!" she said, leaning over and kissing him full on the mouth.
"I'll see you then!" she said as Jason got out of her car. He stood and
watched her as she pulled out onto the road and drove off.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy07.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 07
Angela went on her job interview and found that James' influence
opened a lot of doors for her. She was hired not at entry level, but in
a secure middle executive position. She was so excited by the prospect
of starting this new job that she called James at work and told him
that she was taking he and Bridgette out to dinner to celebrate.
She spent the better part of that afternoon meeting several people
and was introduced to her own staff. There was something in the eyes of
her assistant, Scott Trailor that made her shudder in excitement. When
their eyes met she found that she had to look away as he seemed to be
looking right through her.
She was to begin working there the following monday, but was asked
to be present at the staff meeting that Friday. She agreed and left,
setting out to do some shopping before that evening.
Vickie became enraged when Jason told her that he was bringing home
a woman for her. He coolly shrugged his shoulders and told her that she
hadn't specified what gender the person could be.
"Call her this instant and tell her not to come!" She said sternly, and
with finality.
"No, I invited her over for dinner. Saturday at 7:00" She glared at him
and decided to blister his ass, but good.
"Get your pants down, you fuckin worm!.. I'll teach you to be a
smartass" Jason didn't budge from were he was sitting at the kitchen
table.
"I was thinking we should have something nice for dinner. What do you
think?" Her face got red as her anger rose.
"Didn't you hear me tell you to get your pants down?"
"Yeah I heard you. But I'm not going to do it." She jumped up out of
her chair, nearly knocking over a glass of coke she was drinking.
"WHAT?.. You get your ass bare, and RIGHT NOW!" She was ready to
explode at any second.
"I just told you that I wasn't going to do it. Now sit down" He told
her matter of factly.
Vickie lashed out with her hand to slap him across the side of his
head. It probably would have knocked him silly had he not saw it coming
and caught her wrist with his hand. Vickie's jaw dropped open when he
gripped her with an iron fisted hand.
"Now you listen to me. After last night, I'm too goddamn sore to get
whipped again."
"You never cared before." She said, beginning to calm down a little
"Do you know that I nearly couldn't sit down at all today?" She shook
her head.
"Well that's why you're not whipping my ass tonight, you got it?"
"Yeah, ok.. Let me go now, Jason" She was over her burst of anger for
the most part.
Jason didn't want to let her go. He tugged on her wrist and caught
her around the waist. Pulling her down on his lap.
"Why don't you let me tell you why I picked Anna?" Vickie raised her
eyebrow. "Oh, Anna is her name? You know her well?"
"I met her at the office, she sold us our new computer system.. But
that's not why I picked her."
"Oh ok.." She said with a sarcastic laugh "They tell me why." She put
her hands around his neck.
"Well, it's very simple. I thought you'd might like to have two people
at your command." She looked thoughtful.
"Wait, you mean she's submissive?" He nodded his head gravely.
"Yes. I figured you'd enjoy that." That winning smile returned to her
lips.
"Yeah, that would be interesting. Is she pretty?" He nodded again.
"Very pretty." She leaned closer to him, bringing her face up to his.
"Prettier than me?" she said. kissing his nose lightly.
"Tough question. Yes and no".. She giggled at him.
"You should be in politics. What do you mean, `Yes and no'??" His hand
fell to her thigh, patting it lovingly.
"Well, her face is prettier, but your body looks better."
"Ohhhhhh!" She said as if she were just insulted. "And did you see her
body up close and personal?"
"Well, umm yes I did. that's how I found out. She had marks on her ass"
"You know, I'm not going to ask you what occasion you had to look at
her ass like that. Because I think you and her have been rolling around
some sheets."
"It's not like that.. Just the one time, today." She smiled ruefully.
"Listen. It's really ok. Just as long as you remember who you're
married to." He patted her thigh reassuringly.
"Look baby, you're the one i'm in love with. But seriously, you might
want to question us both about how we met." Vickie burst out laughing..
leaning her forehead against his.
"Are you some kind of mind reader?.. That's exactly what I intend to
do." He laughed with her.
"Ok!.. You'll really like her. She's a sweet girl."
Vickie got up from his lap then repositioned herself to where she
straddled him. His hands held her lower back while hers were draped
over his shoulders.
"You know what?. If I didn't love you so much, I'd toss your ass outta
here, you skunk!" she said to him while he massaged her asscheeks
through her jogging shorts.
"And if you weren't the sexiest lady I know I woulda let you throw me
out." He countered. She kissed him deeply as her crotch ground up
against him.
"Hey, baby" he said as he wormed his hands into her shorts.. feeling
the soft flesh of her ass in his hands. "How about us switching off
tonight. Let me be in command for a change."
"Mmmmmmm" she sighed while swaying her bottom on his hands. "What's the
matter. Did that girl get you all hot and bothered?"
"No.. You have me hot and bothered right now... I think i'll put you
over my knee and give YOU a spanking.. How about that?" She giggled at
her husband.
"And what if I don't let you?" she asked coquettishly
"Then i'll do it anyway!" He kissed her softly on the lips.
She leaned back a little to study his face.
"Not too hard, ok?" He kissed her again.
"What would you tell me if I said that?" She looked at him and said
levelly.
"I would tell you that it's not your decision and then whip you harder
for asking." He stood up and she wrapped her legs around him. "That's
right.. We'll discuss it in the bedroom."
They kissed feverishly for a long time before Jason started walked
toward the bedroom, with Vickie holding on tight with her arms and
legs. Once inside their bedroom, Jason brought her to the bed and laid
her on it, leaning over her while they resumed kissing. His hands found
their way under her shirt and began teasing her nipples. Vickie allowed
a slight moan to escape from her lips.
Vickie's legs were still wrapped around his waist as she lay back
on the bed, holding his shoulders tightly while they kissed and
caressed. Bringing his hands out from under her shirt, he reached down
and found the bottom of it, pulling it up toward her neck and over it
while she lifted her head off the bed to allow it to be removed. His
hands went back to her bare tits while she moaned in his ear while
alternately biting the lobe.
It was exciting for her to lay back and allow herself to be made
love to. Although she was totally thrilled about being able to have him
and her beckon call, this was an enjoyable sidetrack.
Jason stood up and grasped her jogging shorts in his hands. Vickie
raised her heels to his shoulders causing him to pull her shorts UP
instead of down. He stepped to the side and wrapped an arm around both
her calfs while he used his other hand to rid her body of her shorts
and panties.
He released her legs once he had her naked. Vickie bent them and
placed her feet on the edge of the bed. Jason sat down next to her and
leaned over to kiss her while one of his hands made it's way between
her slightly spread legs and cup her pussy.
"ooooo baby..That feels nice" she whispered to him when he let a finger
slip into the crack and slide against her clit. He wasn't surprised to
find her already soaking wet.
Her body became an inferno of passion while he probed her cunt with
his hand, kissed her lips, neck and breasts... letting his tongue glide
over her erect nipples. Vickie sighed in pleasure each time his finger
would contact her clit. As she began to float into orgasmic oblivion,
she suddenly felt herself being pulled up from the bed and quickly
found herself being draped over his lap.
Her feet barely touched the ground when Jason picked her up and
plopped her facedown on his lap. Her head hung over the other side
while her hands reached out for the floor underneath her.
"Vickie, do you know what's going to happen?" he asked her.
"Yes" she said softly.
"Then say it" he demanded of her.
"I'm going to get a spanking." was her husky reply.
"Do you know where?" His hand reached between her legs and fingered her
pussy from behind.
"On my bare bottom." she answered him..
"Yes, on your beautiful bare bottom" he said.
Her ass squirmed in both anticipation and dread of what Jason was
about to do. Yes, she wanted it to happen. But that doubt is always
there. She knew it was his revenge of sorts for all the times she had
whipped his ass. She wondered if he would be as severe.
Vickie didn't have time for any more thoughts on the matter.
Jason's hand rose and fell on her upturned bottom.
"Ahhhh!" was all that came from her. Her back arched in surprise and
her ass was rewarded with 3 more sharp slaps. She ground her pelvis on
his lap while he slapped her shapely asscheeks in turn.
The red hot pain shot through her acting like a conduit for her
throbbing pussy and itching nipples. No doubt about it, he was setting
her on fire in a completely different way than she was used to.
Vickie's tears fells from her eyes and to the floor while Jason
continued to spank her scorched bottom. She felt herself reaching for
the searing spanks within herself. Mentally, she lounged in the
bittersweet sensations on her blushing bottom. His strokes began to
ease up until he was merely patting then rubbing her ass.
Now he picked her up and set her on the bed. Rapidly taking his own
clothes off while Vickie groaned and writhed while she waited for him.
Her ass may have been hot from the punishment it was subjected to, but
her pussy was nearly steaming.
Jason crawled between her legs, easily and slowly pressing his dick
inside of her sopping cunt. She sighed in bliss when she felt him enter
her, putting her hands around him while wrapping her legs around his
trunk. Holding on tight for the pounding that was about to start.
It never started, this being an evening of firsts for them. Jason
made love to her slowly and tenderly. It was to Vickie, like she always
knew it could be should he slow down and not batter her cunt. She came
fast and murmured contentedly in his ear while his prick sent her
higher and higher.
Five minutes and two more orgasms later, Vickie openly cried out in
sheer pleasure as his gentle love making continued. This was the golden
moment she had awaited for the longest time. Reaching between their
bodies, she grabbed his prick and twisted slightly, causing him to slip
out. She asked him to push her legs back farther, which he did, causing
her ass to rise higher off the bed.
There eyes locked in a tender embrace as Vickie guided her
husband's cock to the puckered opening of her asshole.
"Just go slow, baby.. Be gentle" was all she said before pressing out
with her hips applying pressure on her asshole.
Jason leaned forward increasing the pressure until her sphincter
abandoned the fort and his prick popped into her back passage. Vickie's
mouth flew open and her eyes widened when she felt the painful, but
satisfying entry. Jason's eyes were glazed over as he grooved on the
amazing tightness that gripped his cock like a velvet glove.
"Oh god, baby!.. Oh my god. please go slow, Jason.."
He went slow. gradually feeding more and more of his dick into her ass
while smothering her face with kisses. Tears still poured from her eyes
but she smiled at him when she felt his pubic hair pressed against her
still burning asscheeks.
"Oh!.. You're all the way in me!" was the shocked words that came
from her throat.
"Does it hurt, sweetheart?" He asked her.
"Some.. But fuck my ass baby.. Oh I want it!!"
He very slowly moved his cock back and forth in her tight channel
until Vickie got used to it and started pushing her hips at him.
Little by little he picked up the pace of his strokes until he was
ass fucking her in a steady motion. Vickie moaned while the exquisite
sensations of having her ass fucked totally consumed her. It was like
falling off a cliff, free falling through the nothingness of air until
another inward stroke of his cock jolted her back to reality.
Jason's breath came hard and labored as he strained to keep from
losing control over himself. Never before had he taken the time to
truly savor the experience of making love. Below him, Vickie tossed her
head from side to side as her asshole stretched to accommodate his
invading cock. Her hair was strewn wildly over her pretty face,
several strands of her platinum mane became matted to her face. Stuck
there by the salty tears that seeped from her eyes.
Jason could control it no longer. He pushed Vickie's legs back
farther and started fucking her tender asshole with growing force as he
felt his balls tighten in prelude of shooting a load inside her bowels.
Vickie squealed in ecstasy, her fingers dug into the supple flesh
of his shoulders when he pushed her ass higher and started fucking her
hard.
"Ohh shit!.. It's soo good!.. FUCK me!.. Fuck my ass, baby!!" She lost
all sense of time when she became enveloped in the bliss of another
powerful orgasm, only vaguely aware of the warm sperm enema she
received from her husband. Oh, she wished the incredible feelings would
go on forever.
They held each other for a long time afterwards. Acting like
newlyweds once again after `making love' for only the first time in
their marriage. They lay on their sides facing one another, Jason
cupping her burning asscheeks in his hands. Vickie's kisses and
cuddling promised more of this same kind of action in the future, that
is... On the occasional nights when she would be willing to relinquish
control for an evening.
The staff meeting Angela attended was a dual purpose meeting of
sorts. First to outline the current situation the company was in.. and
secondly to introduce Angela to the other executives and go over what
her function would be. To Angela, it looked to be a fast paced company.
She only had the slightest bit of apprehension after sitting in on the
meeting.
Once it was over, she decided to pop over to her section and hold
her own impromptu meeting with her staff. The eight men and women sat in
chairs around her desk and waited for her to speak.
"I'm well aware that this section had been lagging far behind it's
expectations. I'm here to tell you that's all going to change." She
paused to let the effect sink in.
"I have each of your personnel files and will go over them in great
detail this weekend. When we come into work Monday morning, this office
is going to move... and quick." She looked into the face of each junior
executive, the secretaries and Scott, her assistant. Again, she had to
avert her eyes when he met her gaze.
"Alright, if any of you are afraid of a lot of hard dedicated work,
then I suggest you leave now.. I promise i'll run you out the door at
the first sign of a lax attitude." She looked around the room.
"Do I make myself clear?" They all nodded, mixed with one or two
murmured `yes ma'am's'.
"Fine. Are there any questions?" Yes, Scott had a question.
"Yes, the latest figures seem to indicate a marked decrease in
production for the last quarter. I have an idea to negate that
decrease, would you like to see it?" Angela regarded him thoughtfully..
"Yes, have it on my desk first thing Monday morning and we'll go over
it." She stood up and walked around the desk.
"In the meantime. I want each of you to have a good weekend."
With her own little meeting over, she watched as her staff filed
out of her office with the exception of Scott. He hung back and closed
the door behind them and turned to face Angela, who was sifting through
some papers on her desk.
"Well now" He said.. startling her as she thought they had all left.
She looked up and fell into his eyes.
"It looks like they've hired a real lioness. But i'll just bet you're
nothing but a kitten under that ballbreaking exterior." Her face
flushed a little at that comment.
"Is that how see me, as a ballbreaker?" He raised his eyebrow and
nodded. "Yeah. A real hellion full of bright new ideas. Tell me, what
makes you think you can do what others couldn't?"
He was baiting her and she knew it. The smug look on his face was
clear evidence of that. She flashed him her sexiest smile.
"I tell you, you'd just better be real careful that this kitten doesn't
have cause to sink her claws into you. You could get hurt real bad."
She walked past him and opened her door, showing him the way out.
"Ahhhhh.. You're not sure you can really do what you said you were
going to do." He patted her arm on the way out. "You really are a
kitten." he said as the door closed behind him.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy08.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 08
For the first time in all her 34 years, Bridgette was ready to
totally give herself to a man. The last month of her relationship with
James had been one of eye opening experiences. Not to mention the most
fantastic sex she had ever been a part of.
When he was ready to break it off when he had gotten tired of her
flirting with other men, she began to see just how deep her feelings
ran. She had known that he was different from all the other men she had
known. They met at a party given by a mutual friend. James had been
different by doing what no other man in the place had done, ignored
her.
Well, he didn't completely ignore her. When they were introduced he
let his eyes sweep over her luscious body. And when she had turned to
get a drink from the bar, he had watched the gentle swaying of her ass
encased in the tight skirt she had worn. But that was the extent of the
attention he paid to her.
The lack of attention she had received from him had naturally
aroused her curiosity. He had been standing off to the side of the bar
talking with 2 or 3 people when she sauntered up to him and hooked her
arm in his. She hustled him out on the dance floor and turned on all of
her feminine charms.
Eventually, he fell victim to her overwhelming sexiness and had
asked her out for dinner. No need to go over all of that, but the rest
as they say, is history.
Bridgette had been a naughty girl this afternoon. Her mind had been
wandering while she had been driving home from work, she wasn't paying
attention to what she was doing until she glanced up into the rear view
mirror and saw the flashing lights of the police car.
The ticket said that she was going 65 in a 45 mph zone. Bridgette
suspected that the policeman had been charitable when he saw her. She
was probably going faster.
Bridgette was sitting at the kitchen table looking at the ticket she
had gotten. She knew that it would cost her about 75.00 if she didn't
fight it, which she didn't intend to do. Looking up at the clock, she
saw that James was due to be home within 15 minutes.
As a token of her love for him, she would tell him all about what
had happened. he would spank her bottom then take her into the bedroom
and make love to her. Of course she knew that he would never know about
the ticket unless she told him. And that was just what she would make
known.
The thing is, Bridgette while not jealous... was a little
frightened now that Angela had become a firm part of their lives
together. She was going to take steps to make sure things didn't get
taken out of perspective. She was going to claim him for herself the
most definite way she could thing of.. By giving herself totally and
completely to the man she loved.
James walked through the door and saw Bridgette sitting at the
kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee. When he came in, she jumped up
and ran to him. Throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight.
"MMmmmmm, what a nice welcome!" He said, returning her hug.
"I'm just so glad to have you home, baby!" she breathed into his ear.
He stroked her long hair and kissed her cheek. "It's nice to be home.
You sure know how to make it a pleasure to walk through the door."
"I'm glad, baby" She broke from the embrace. "Let me make you a drink,
baby" She said while he sat down at the table.
Bridgette made his drink and set it down in front of him, then took
her own seat next to him. "Did you have a nice day, Jim?" She asked,
concerned.
"Yeah, it was alright. Glad it's over though." He took a swallow of the
gin and tonic she had made for him.
"So, How about you? How was your day?" he asked her.
"Work was ok." She started then hesitated. The silence hung thick in
the air. He looked up at her knowing that she was about to say
something else.
"But?" he asked.. Encouraging her to continue what she was saying.
"Well.. " she said shyly. "I was kinda bad this afternoon" was her
whispered reply. She looked down and saw her reflection in the dark
liquid inside her cup.
"Oh?" he said with a tone of amusement "What did you do, go out
flirting?" He smiled at her.
"No, nothing like that" she said quickly, looking up at him then
averting her gaze. "I was a real bad girl."
"Well, ok. Are you going to tell me what you did, or make me guess?"
"No, I'm going to tell you." She said. Again looking into her coffee
cup.
"Well?" He asked expectantly.
"I ummmm, wasn't paying attention to my driving and got a speeding
ticket" She said, taking it from her purse and handing it to him.
James took the yellow paper from her and read it. "65 in a 45??
That's pretty fast." He said to her, still gazing at the ticket.
"Well, it's not entirely the truth." He gave it back to her and watched
as she put it back in her purse.
"You see, I was going faster than that, I think" He nodded his head.
"Ahhhhh And you sweet talked the cop into giving you a break."
Bridgette looked up and shook her head at him. "No!.. He did that on
his own."
"Ok ok.. I was just teasing you." He assured her. He could tell she was
upset.
"I know." she whispered. "But you don't like it when I take chances
with the car." He nodded, she was right. He didn't like it when she
drove like that.
"Now, you remember what happened the last time we went through this?"
Bridgette pouted and nodded weakly. He was a bit taken back by all of
this.
"And knowing that, you told me about this anyway... why?"
This was exactly what Bridgette was aiming for. She looked at him
with slightly glassy eyes.
"I told you so you would know I was bad and will do the right thing for
me."
James had to think about it for a long time while Bridgette just
sat there staring into her coffee. The intent was clear. She told him
knowing that he would spank her. It DID have a profound effect on him,
no doubt about it.
"Baby, are you saying that you want a spanking?" he asked.
"Nooo. I don't WANT one." she said looking at her fingernails "But it's
always been the best thing when i'm bad." Her voice cracked slightly.
"Alright, do you think that's the best thing now?" He asked her. She
picked up her coffee cup and nodded slowly, taking a swallow of the
soothing warm liquid.
"I suppose it's going to have to be the belt this time, baby" he
said to her, wanting to gauge her reaction. One tear appeared from the
corner of her eye.
"Yes" he voice broken and weak. "It's what I deserve." James nodded at
her then reached over to brush her hair from her face. He leaned over
and kissed her softly on both cheeks.
"Ok, Bridge" he said gently. "I want you to go into the bedroom and
take off all your clothes. Sit down on the edge of the bed and wait for
me." He stopped and took another swallow of his drink. "I have to take a
shower, i'll be in there when I'm finished."
Bridgette said ok and bravely stood up, leaned over and kissed him
on the lips, then turned and walked to their bedroom, closing the door
behind her.
Once inside the bedroom, Bridgette took off her blouse and skirt.
then sat on the bed to remove her shoes and pantyhose. Her bra and
panties followed as she stood up and looked up into the mirror. She
briefly examined her reflection before sitting on the edge of the bed
as she was told to do.
So far, it was all working beautifully. She knew the spanking was
going to be bad, but the end result she sought would be well worth the
price she was about to pay. Her stomach fluttered in nervousness while
she sat and waited for James to walk into the room. She figured that
she had about 20 minutes to wait while he took his shower. She heard
the water come on a few seconds later.
James didn't know what she was up to, and it totally confused him.
Somehow he didn't believe that sex was what was her mind. No, she had
to have some reason for all this. The problem was, he couldn't figure
out what it WAS that was on her mind. Oh, she seemed genuine in her
remorse, he would just have to wait and see what happened when he
wielded his thick belt.
Bridgette jumped when she heard the door opening. James walked
through the door draped in a towel. He looked down and saw her sitting
with her legs together and her hands folded in her lap. He went to the
closet and got a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out. After getting a pair
of underwear from a drawer, he quickly dressed then got the chair for
her vanity and set it near her. He sat down in it and used his fingers
under her chin to lift her face.
She looked up with glassy eyes when he tilted her chin up. Her
lower lip trembled as she looked into his eyes. she tried to smile but
found she was unable to.
What she did was throw herself at him and flung her arms around
him... her resolve breaking "Ohh Baby!.. I love you so much!!." She
cried into his neck.
He rubbed her hair and whispered in her ear. "I love you too,
baby.. You know that." She was sobbing uncontrollably now, "I know.. I
know!".. He gently took her arms and laid them back in her lap.
"Let's get this over with" he said as he stood and went to the
closet. He selected his thickest belt. The one he used to hold up his
jeans. Bridgette watched him bring it out and double it in his hand.
When he turned around, Bridgette stood up and walked behind the
chair. She opened her legs until her ankles were just outside the legs
of the chair, then bending all the way over it. Her hands grabbed the
front legs as her tantalizing bottom spread out before him. She turned
her head and watched as he walked toward her and stop behind the chair.
James moved behind her and took aim at her sexy ass while Bridgette
submissively waited for him to begin. She cried out when the belt
seared into her tender flesh, but made herself stay stock still.
As fast as the belt made the resounding report of the connection
with bare flesh, James pulled it back and let it fly again. Bridgette
sobbed as he smacked her ass in rapid fire fashion, each stroke
spawning another pink blotch across her smooth skin.
She had asked for it and he was going to oblige her, full force.
Her legs were shaking as her body was racked with sobs. The burning
pain ricocheted inside her mind while the sharp sound of leather on her
bottom echoed through the room.
Her eyes were wrenched closed, only opening for a brief moment when
the chair she was bending over moved forward a little. Bridgette's
bottom remained totally still throughout the ordeal, but her cries made
her displeasure well known.
Not wanting to cause bruising again, James aimed lower. Now her
previously untouched thighs felt the hot sting of the belt. One after
the other, he laid 10 strokes on her shapely thighs. Bridgette
screeched in a combination of shock, pain, and ecstacy when the belt
looped around her thigh and flicked against her protruding cunt.
She could no longer keep her ass still. The accidental stroke on
her cunt caused her to nearly leap upwards. No matter how much her
bottom burned from a spanking, Bridgette never failed to get a wet cunt
and an erect clit from it. The belt contacting her pussy caused her
natural lubrication to ooze out and trail down one of her thighs.
James looked down at all the stripes on her lovely ass and thighs,
deciding that she had taken enough. He tossed the belt down on the
floor and told her that he was finished.
When she stood up and turned around to face him. James looked into
the most adoring gaze he'd ever seen. Her eyes were soaked from the
tears still pouring from her, but the passion of her feelings for him
poured out with greater intensity. Bridgette glided into his waiting
arms and wailed into his shoulder while he stroked her back and kissed
her cheeks.
The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on both of them.
Without disrobing, he laid her on the bed and undid his fly. Bringing
his dick out to instantly be consumed by her pulsating flesh.
He rode her slowly for several minutes. Bridgette tossed her head
back and forth while she kept repeating the same thing over and over
again. "I wanna be yours". Once, twice, three times Bridgette climaxed
under his slow, long strokes.
Her heated writhings and her chanting drove James to a fever pitch
of desire. He felt his come explode from his prick while he melted into
Bridgette's adoring eyes.
When his prick began to soften, Bridgette wrapped her legs around
him, preventing it from happening. She held on to his arms and once
again repeated that same phrase. "I wanna be yours."
"You are baby.. You are" He gasped for breath. drained from the latest
experience.
"No.. I wanna belong to be. Be your property.".. he looked down at her.
"What. You want to get married?"
"If you want. But that isn't what I mean."
"Then I don't understand what you mean." He was confused. but still
mesmerized by the dark pools of desire that were her eyes.
"I want to BELONG to you. Be your slave...I'll be yours and do whatever
you want me to do." she was rocking her hips again.. "And when i'm a
bad girl you do whatever you want to me. Take me whenever you want"..
Bridgette was panting as she moved her hips faster, feeling his prick
growing again.
"Shave my pussy hair and make me sit at your feet." He was rock hard
again. he started moving his cock inside her while she kept describing
all the things she wanted him to do to her.
Bridgette was about to come again.. "Do you want me to belong to
you?.. Do you want to be my.. master?" Oh shit.. her pussy seemed to be
alive. The tight channel poured it's balm all over his dick while he
battered it. He grunted as a second climax overtook him, Bridgette felt
his cock leaping. It sent her into her own orgasm..
"Ohh master.. I'm coming againnnnnn!" Her hands grabbed his hair and
pulled his face down to her. She crushed her lips over his while they
enjoyed their mutual orgasm.
When he finally collapsed over her, Bridgette held her arms around
him and looked up at the ceiling. A little smile played at her lips as
she had just gotten exactly what she wanted. Yes, being a slave to him
would turn out to be very interesting for her, indeed.
Angela had came home about 10 minutes earlier. She smiled when she
heard the sounds coming from their bedroom. She got quickly turned on
when she heard the dialect going on between them. Not being able to
help herself, she stood at the bedroom door and rubbed her pussy
through her panties. Every now and then a particular sound she heard
caused her to gasp while her hand was busy under her skirt.
Bridgette turned over on her side when James got up from the bed.
she curled up into a heap and murmured contentedly to herself. While
she drifted off to sleep, James got a blanket from the closet and laid
it over her.
Angela had already come once from listening to the sounds coming
from their bedroom while she leaned against the wall near the door. She
was rapidly bringing herself to a second peak when the door opened and
James stepped out.
He turned and caught Angela with her hand beneath her skirt before
she had time to react. When he looked at her, her face turned beet red
as she slowly brought her hand out.
"I uhhhhh, I couldn't help but hear you two." She tried to explain.
He saw the little bit of moisture that was on her fingers.
"Eavesdropping on us, huh?" he asked, half smiling.
"No!.. It's just that you were pretty loud."
"Well, you could have had the decency to at least go into your room and
jerk off, you know." There was nothing that Angela could say. She just
stayed leaning against the wall and shrugged her shoulders.
"No matter, don't let me stop you.. Go ahead and continue."
"Continue?" she asked, bewildered.
"Yeah.. take your skirt off and keep playing with yourself." He said
matter of factly.
"That's ok.. I really should get started on dinner." They took turns
cooking, this was her night.
"Not until you finish what you were doing." He said, not taking no for
an answer.
Knowing that she had no choice, her skirt came off. James could see
the wetness on her panties. He made himself another drink while a red
faced Angela rubbed her pussy while she stood against the wall.
"You know, I really should spank you for eavesdropping on us like
that...." Angela's heart leaped to her throat.
".. But i'm really too tired right now. But remind me tomorrow, you
understand?" She nodded. her climax was upon her. she bit her lower lip
and groaned while the waves lapped at her. When she finished, James was
smiling at her.
"We were really that good, huh?" Angela was picking her skirt off the
floor, she was going to put it back on but decided not to.
"Yeah.. you were that good." She was breathless from her recent come.
He patted her ass playfully as she walked by him. "Tomorrow i'll
see to it that you get a full replay." She pretended to be insulted.
"And what makes you think I want one?" She had turned toward him. Hands
on her hips. James stood and took the two steps until he was right in
front of her. His hand reached out and grazed over her panty covered
cunt, feeling the wetness.
"This does.." He said laughing "But you should know that I used a belt
on Bridge.. I'll use it on you too."
Angela licked her lips and cooed at him. "Ooooooo I can hardly wait!"
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy09.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 09
Anna drove up to the address Jason had given her. It was about 3
minutes before 7 pm when she pulled into the driveway alongside his
car. She slid her lynxlike body from the driver's seat and strode
toward the front door. Her black stockings and bright red skirt made an
interesting contrast.
Jason opened the door seconds after she rang the doorbell. His
smile lit up when he saw her standing there. "Anna! Good to see you,
sweetheart." He said as he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the
lips. He took her hand and led her inside.
"Come on in and meet my wife. She's looking forward to meeting you." He
said happily.
Anna looked around the house as she was led to the sitting room
where Vickie sat in the sofa, looking up at them when they entered.
When Jason introduced them, Vickie stood and offered her hand.
"My, Jason said you were a pretty one. But he did you no justice at
all." Anna smiled and blushed slightly.
"Thank you. You're very beautiful yourself." she said to her hostess.
They all sat around and chatted for a few minutes. The conversation
remained on the light side. Vickie had carefully planned out the
evening. She was extremely excited about the whole thing. Anna quickly
relaxed in her company, as Vickie was indeed a charming lady.
"Well, I think we better have dinner before we get to talking all
night." Vickie said, leaning over and patting Anna on the hand.
"We'll chat some more a bit later." she said to the stunning blonde,
who smiled at her.
After a wonderfully prepared meal, they once again resigned to the
sitting room for coffee. Vickie quickly got the conversation turned in
the direction she wanted.
"So, Anna. Jason tells me that you sell computers?" She asked.
"Yes, that's how he and I met as a matter of fact."
"Ummmm.. I'll bet you have no trouble at all selling them." She leaned
closer to her, "Tell me. Do you ever use your looks to make a sale?"
Anna smiled and blushed deeply at the question. Jason provided an
answer.
"Look at her, she could sell me anything she wanted for any price."
Vickie reached out and gave his hair a playful tug.
"Yeah, i'll bet it didn't take you long to mentally undress her."
Anna began to be a little taken back at the frankness of Vickie.
Vickie turned her attention back to her.
"You'll have to excuse Jason. He can be a bit crude at times." She
explained to her. Anna just laughed it off.
"Oh, I was a bit worried that I wouldn't get an objective look at my
product." Anna said, remembering how he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Hey, you had the best deal. I had to take it." He said. Anna smiled.
"I oughta get you to do a commercial for me. That kinda word of mouth
can be a gold mine." She giggled. Jason and Vickie laughed along with
her.
Vickie was just about ready to get the festivities under way, just
a little careful manipulating and she'd strike.
"I must tell you, Anna. I was a bit jealous when Jason told me that
he was bringing a pretty lady home." Anna was surprised when she had
said that.
"Oh, You have nothing at all to be jealous about."
"Did he try to seduce you?" Vickie asked her. her tone remained
friendly, but an wall of fire was behind the words. Anna could sense
trouble brewing.
"No, he didn't try anything at all." was her reply. Vickie nodded her
head.
"Then it was you that seduced him?" Anna looked over at Jason to get
some kind of signal but Vickie cut it off.
"Why are you looking at him? I asked you the question." Her friendly
tone had disappeared. Anna felt her stomach fluttering. She once again
tried to catch Jason's eye. Again Vickie cut it off.
"Jason, would you please go make us all some more coffee?" he nodded
and collected the cups. He knew that he wouldn't be back in her until
she called for him. He had been directed to leave the room when asked,
then remain out until she called him.
When he left, Vickie smiled sweetly.
"Now we can have some girl talk." Anna tried to smile but was too
nervous.
"Now, did you seduce my husband?" Vickie fired from the hip.
"I.. I don't know what to say to you." Anna stammered. Clearly on the
defensive. Vickie sat back and crossed her legs.
"You could try telling me the truth." Anna felt that she ought to get
up and leave.
"I really think I should just go. I didn't come here to start any
trouble." Vickie waved the suggestion off with her hand.
"Nonsense. We're all friends. Just tell me the truth. Did you seduce my
husband?" She had nowhere to turn. The only recourse left to her was
to simply answer the woman's questions.
"Yes, I did." Vickie nodded.
"Before, or after you made the sale?" Anna crocked her neck a little.
"It.. it was after." Vickie lit a cigarette and crossed her legs again.
"Don't get me wrong. I understand that he is a desirable man. But
tell me, did you know that he was married?" It wasn't discussed it until
after they had been at her apartment. But she saw the wedding band on
his finger and knew.
Anna nodded slowly at her question. Now sorry she had came here
that evening.
"You knew.. But you fucked him anyway. Do you do this often with
married men?" Anna was shocked. Vickie was making her out to be a
common street whore. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Vickie
didn't let her answer that one. She just kept pressing.
"Well, I blame you both. after all it does take two. But I feel
that you're more to blame because you DID seduce HIM." Anna weakly
nodded her head. Shamed by this woman whom she knew deep down inside
was enjoying making her suffer.
"I'm sorry, Vickie. I just don't know what to say except that i'm
sorry." was all Anna could think of to say.
"I believe that i'm entitled to retribution, do you agree?" Anna's
cheeks burned hot. She knew her face must be bright red.
"Yes, you are." she said softly.
"Good. I'm glad you agree." She turned her head and called out for
Jason.
Jason walked into the room and instantly caught the gleam in
Vickie's eyes, and the look of apprehension, almost terror in Anna's.
"Jason. Anna just told me that she seduced you. So you weren't lying to
me." Jason nodded. Anna's mouth flew open... He TOLD her?!?!
"But you're just as much at fault as she is." He nodded again. Vickie
looked over at Anna, then back at Jason.
"Go into our room and bring me that razor strap." She commanded.
"Yes ma'am" he muttered before spinning on his heels and leaving the
room.
"You see, Anna. Jason told me all about your afternoon at your
apartment." Vickie explained to her. Her cunt was already spasming as
she crossed her legs again.
"You know i'm going to punish you, Anna?" the pretty blonde nodded
"Y yes ma'am" she whispered. Vickie had one more question.
"Do you deserve it?" Anna wondered for a moment what Vickie would say
if she were to tell her no.
"Yes ma'am" was her whispered reply.
"Good. Now take your clothes off. Maybe the razor strap will make you
think twice about fucking married men." This was the moment when Jason
walked back into the room carrying the mean looking leather strap. Anna
had just stood and was unbuttoning her blouse.
Vickie took the strap from him and told him to strip as well. Soon
Both Jason and Anna stood naked while Vickie sat on the sofa, studying
them.
"Yes, Jason told me you had a lovely body. I must admit he does show
good taste." Anna looked away from her and tried to catch Jason's eye
for a third time. He was looking at his feet and couldn't be reached.
Vickie stood up with the strap dangling from her hand. "Both of
you, behind the sofa." Slowly, they obeyed her and were standing about
3 feet apart. Anna looked down and saw his cock half erect. Vickie
walked up behind them and took Anna by the arm.
She led her to stand up against the back of the sofa, then beckoned
Jason to stand next to her. Now they stood side to side, Anna looked
down and saw that his cock was standing straight up. Her own fires were
being turned on as she felt Vickie's presence behind her.
"Both of you, bend over the sofa." She barked her command. Quickly
Jason bend over and looked to his side as Anna's soft hair brushed his
shoulder as she joined him in the position. He took her hand in a
reassuring gesture that wasn't lost on the computer salesperson. She
squeezed his hand in return.
Vickie stood back and smiled to herself at the sight before her.
The contrast of Jason's hairy, muscular ass against the softness of
Anna's rounded bottom made a pretty picture indeed. She held the strap
up ready to swing it down on one of the asses that pointed at her.
Anna waited nervously for the punishment to begin. It was only now
that she was beginning to realize that it had all been set up. She
remembered Jason telling her about it being her idea to bring someone
home. Yes, now it was all falling into place.
Her thoughts were disrupted by a loud cracking sound. Next to her,
Jason grunted and hissed through his teeth.
She turned her head to the side and saw how his eyes wrenched
closed. She heard a second loud popping sound. Only this time an acute
stinging sensation went along with it. So pronounced, that she gripped
Jason's hand tighter and cried out in pain.
Vickie was rather enjoying the idea of having two bottoms to whip.
She first laid the strap on Jason's ass, then swung it down upon
Anna's. Oh yes, she squirmed so nicely when the strap was put to her.
Another stroke on Jason brought out the first audible sound he made.
Razor straps can be quite dangerous if the one swinging it doesn't
know what he/she is doing. Luckily for Jason and Anna, Vickie did know
how to wield the strap for maximum pain and minimum damage. They
wouldn't be too comforted by that knowledge at this particular time
although.
Vickie administered the whipping with great relish. Switching back
and forth between the two of them, she rapidly brought out bright
blushing stripes on their asses. By the time she had given them 8
strokes apiece, Anna pleaded for mercy through her desperate cries.
Even Jason had tears in his eyes as his ass was being set on fire.
She gave them each two more strokes, then told Anna she would
receive 6 more because she was the instigator. The poor woman was beside
herself in agony when Jason was directed to kneel in front of her and
hold her arms down.
Anna didn't fight against him when he held her arms, but wailed
loudly as the strap crashed against her defenseless bottom twice more
in quick succession. Her hips beat back and forth on the backof the sofa
while Vickie brought the leather on her thighs for the final 4 strokes.
She sobbed uncontrollably after Vickie gave her the final stroke.
Jason let her arms go and started petting her hair, leaning over and
whispering in her ear. Vickie told her to stand up, she vaguely saw the
strap being tossed on the sofa as she did.
"Turn around, Anna" she ordered. Anna did so slowly, wanting to go
sit her bottom in a bucket of ice. When she faced her tormentor, Vickie
patted her cheeks, then brushed her golden hair from her moist eyes.
"Have you ever made it with a woman before?" she was asked. There was
no need to lie about it so she nodded her head.
Vickie leaned closer to her. "I haven't. But i'm real excited about
trying it." she said softly to her. Anna looked at her and caught just
a hint of softness in her face. Vickie's hands were on her shoulders,
pressing down.
Anna allowed herself to be pushed to her knees by Vickie's hands.
Jason was made to kneel and crawl around to the back of the sofa.
Once Jason was in place, Vickie started taking off her clothes.
Anna caught Jason's eye then and saw the excitement in them. Anna's
pussy was feeling pretty moist as well. She had never participated ina
3 way and it excited the hell out of her.
Once Vickie removed all her clothes, Anna looked up to admire her
body. Anna was about 2 inches shorter, and 10 pounds lighter than
Vickie, but the platinum blonde wore the extra weight well.
"I've been training Jason to be a good ass licker. But i'm afraid
he's not very adept at it. Perhaps you are, dear." A couple of seconds
later, Vickie's ample asscheeks bumped against her forehead. She made
Jason spread them with his fingers and told Anna to lick her ass out.
Anna, hesitant at first, brought her tongue out and flicked it over
Vickie's rosebud. Finding the taste not at all unpleasant, she then
began running her tongue up and down the crack. Vickie squirmed back
against her face.
"Ooooooo soo nice, dear. Now do the hole. Stick your tongue in my
asshole." she directed.
Letting her oral digit go stiff, she pressed it into the little
recess and found that it flowered open to accept the intrusion. Vickie
sighed out her pleasure at Anna's light, fluttery tongue touching her
most private place.
"Oh my, she IS a good asslicker! I might have to keep her around here."
Vickie cooed and gurgled while Anna got into her job. Soon her saliva
provided ample lubrication for her tongue to easily slide back and
forth inside the puckered hole. Vickie played with her tits while she
rotated her bottom lewdly against Anna's beautiful face.
"Oooooo, you've been replaced, Jason." she sighed as Anna was about to
make her come from the wonderful rimming she was getting.
Vickie made Jason let go of her ass and start licking her pussy.
Anna then had to hold the woman's asscheeks apart herself so she could
continue licking the hole. Jason clamped his lips on her clit, and
between them, they soon had Vickie squealing in delight as her climax
hit her full force.
"Oh yes, I could get used to this real easily." she exclaimed, holding
onto Jason's head while the dual licking made her feel very good.
Stepping out from between them, Vickie looked down at Anna at told
her that she had done a very good job. Anna's face flushed hotly as her
cunt contracted.
"Ok Jason, go get me my dildo." As Jason was told to kneel before.. He
did not get up. Anna watched his striped ass while he crawled from the
room.
Vickie sat down next to Anna and started stroking her breasts.
"Would you like to move in with us and be my personal ass licker?" she
asked her. Anna moaned as her breasts began to stiffen at Vickie's
light touch.
"Yes ma'am." She whispered.
"Good. such nice slaves are hard to come by. I'm going to enjoy having
you around." Anna smiled and thought about it. the idea was nice, but
she would have to talk to them about her business.
Jason crawled into the room carrying the strap on dildo he was
ordered to get. Vickie took it from him and then told him to get her
panties and put them on. While he struggled to get himself into them,
Vickie motioned for Anna to crawl around and sit on the sofa.
"I'd let you fuck me tonight, Jason. But seeing as you already had
fun with Anna, i'm going to punish you by sending you to bed this
instant. You may jack off in my panties if you wish."
Jason nodded "Yes ma'am"
"Now come here and kiss me goodnight." She commanded. Vickie had sat
down next to Anna on the sofa. Jason crawled around to where she sat
and lifted his head.
Vickie put her hands on his neck and gave him probably the most
sensual kiss she'd ever given him. Guaranteed to keep his cock stiff.
When she leaned back, Jason started to turn and crawl away but Vickie
stopped him.
"Wait a second. don't forget to kiss Anna goodnight, too." Vickie
smiled at him. He moved to where Anna sat and raised his head.
"Go ahead, dear. Kiss him goodnight." she urged her on.
Taking her cue, Anna leaned over and placed her lips against his. When
Vickie told them to stop, Jason pulled back then stood up.
"Well ladies. I hope you have a good time." He said as he strode
from the room, his ass partially covered by the skin tight panties he
was wearing.
With Jason gone, Vickie reared her head back and laughed heartily.
"We'll give him an hour then go have some cock for dessert. Would you
like that?" Anna smiled with her and said that she would.
"Great. But first...." Vickie said, taking Anna's hands in her own. "I
think we should get better acquainted" Anna said nothing but nodded her
head in agreement. Vickie then leaned over and placed her lips gingerly
against Anna's.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy10.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 10
The first few days of her new job passed by with relative ease.
Angela's staff seemed willing enough to adhere to her wishes for a move
vital, aggressive department. At the weekly staff meeting, she had
outlined her plans to improve production. Her boss liked her ideas and
predicted that she would move up the ladder quickly.
Scott proved to be one with dynamic ideas. The plans he had to
increase productivity were quickly melded together with her own to form
the best plan. His arrogance put her off more than once in that first
week, though. She nearly had to have him barred from her office it had
gotten so bad.
Speaking with her secretary, Angela had learned that Scott figured
to get the job she was in. That would explain the obvious hostility
toward her. But in all fairness, it wasn't her fault that the bosses
didn't feel he was right for the position. Of course, being her
assistant meant he would have plenty of input. But we all know that
credit is the name of the corporate game.
It was Friday afternoon when he strolled into her office and
plopped down in a chair.
"Well, I see the kitten woman hasn't gotten her fur torn off." He mused
at her aggressive demeanor.
"Oh yes, so sorry to disappoint you. I know you're looking forward to
seeing me fall flat on my ass." She shot back at him. The week had been
full of these barb filled conversations.
"I must admit. You've surpassed all my expectations. I expected you to
be tearing your hair out by now." he said thoughtfully.
"Did you now? Of course a mere woman couldn't keep herself together in
the dog eat dog business world. Isn't that what you're saying?"
"No, that isn't what I meant at all. I wouldn't expect you to
understand anyway." he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Try me. I might surprise you." He looked at her for a moment.
"I doubt that, but we'll discuss it over dinner. Say 8:00?"
What an insufferable bastard! Angela thought to herself.
"Sure, 8:00 is fine." He gave her his address and said he would see her
later.
Angela had to shake her head in wonder as the confident man rose
and walked from her office. Well, a night out wouldn't be a bad idea.
Plus she was sure James and Bridgette would like the time alone, as
well.
Bridgette had went through with becoming his property. she always
sat at his feet when he watched TV. Followed him around like a pet any
other time. At first he found it amusing, but grew increasingly tired of
it when she stuck to him like glue.
Bridgette reacted with great happiness when they were told Angela
had a dinner date that evening. She looked up at James who was sitting
over her at the kitchen table and asked him if she could go take a
shower. he told her to go ahead and shook his head as he stared after
her while she walked from the room.
Angela asked him what he was going to do about her sister.
"You know, I was thinking of marrying her so she'll forget about all of
this slave business."
"You have to admit, it's very exciting though." She countered him.
"Besides, I don't think she'd forget it even if you got married."
"You don't think so?.. Nahhhh I don't either. Perhaps i'll indulge her
for awhile and see if she works it out of her system." Angela giggled
and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Oh how thoughtful of you! You're such a sweetheart" She said
teasingly. Then she stood up and announced that she had to get dressed
herself.
James playfully swatted her bottom as she wiggled it past him. She
jumped as it had hurt and turned around pouting while she rubbed her
ass. "Why did you have to do that?" She asked in a little girl voice.
"Ohhh I don't know. It was there and looked so inviting..." He grinned
at her. " I just couldn't resist." Angela let her tongue roll over her
upper lip. "Mmmmmm. I'll have to walk by you more often, in that case"
She cooed seductively while her hands stayed on her bottom.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you walk it over here, now?" He asked her. She
walked deliberately toward him. "Well, I don't know. You wouldn't get
too tempted would you?" Was her coquettish answer. She walked to his
chair and turned, slightly bending as she looked back at him. Her lips
were parted but her eyes mocked him. "Do you feel invited?" she said in
an alluring whisper.
In answer, he quickly slapped her pants covered ass. This time not
softly. "Ohhhhhh.. Are you accepting my invitation?" She asked him,
smiling as she lounged in the stinging sensation. He laughed and
reached out taking her hips in his hands, pulling the leggy woman back
until her bottom was planted on his lap.
"No no.. We can't have you all hot and bothered for your dinner date!"
He said, hands around her waist. Angela giggled and wriggled her bottom
in his lap.
"You slap my ass a few more times and i'll forget all about dinner."
"Oh..that just won't do" He patted her bottom.. "Run along now... go get
yourself all dolled up!" Angela smiled then leaned over and kissed him
briefly on the lips.
"Now I know why Bridge is so crazy about you." She hugged him for a
moment before sighing and standing.
"Yeah.. I do need to get dressed." She said and left the room.
Bridgette emerged from the bathroom wearing her velour robe, and a
towel around her head. She padded over to where James was sitting at
the table and plopped herself down happily at his feet. She stayed
there until James insisted that she sit at the table while they ate.
During dinner, Angela appeared from her bedroom and told them that
she didn't know what time she'd be home, but left the number of where
she was going just in case they needed her.
Angela left them to themselves, James and Bridgette finished their
dinner in silence. Once they had finished, James put the dishes away
and retired to the living room.
Bridgette walked into the living room behind him and again sat as
his feet when he settled on the sofa.
James more or less ignored her for a few minutes. She had been idly
running her fingers over his leg while they watched some program she
wasn't paying any attention to.
Bridgette was getting a little worried that James was growing away
from her. It seemed that more she tried to get his attention, the less
attention she got. She hated to believe it, but something inside of her
told her that she ought to be worried about James and her sister.
Without doing her usual bit of asking hie permission to do
something, Bridgette got up off the floor and went into their bedroom
to dry her hair. James heard the hair dryer coming on and glanced at
the clock. It usually took her around a half hour to get her hair the
way she wanted it.
Around 25 minutes later, Bridgette came out of the room and took
her place at his feet. James asked her to sit up on the sofa, as he
wanted to talk to her about something.
"Oh no. Here we go." She thought to herself as she pulled herself up
and onto the sofa. She sat sideways facing him.
"What did you wish to talk to me about, master?" She asked him.
"Baby, I want you to stop all this slave nonsense." He told her point
blank.
"Why, master? aren't I a good slave?"
"That isn't the point, and you know it. I'm not comfortable when you
stick to me like a shadow all the time."
"It's only because I want to be near you, master. You can't see any
fault with that can you?" She asked innocently.
"Bridgette, when we're home... How much time are we NOT together?"
"But I love you, master. I only want to be near you." She let out a
loud hiss of air.
"Quit calling me master. Don't you understand that i'm tired of it? It
isn't cute anymore!" He was getting frustrated with her and she sensed
it.
"You don't want me anymore!" She pouted. "Who is she?"
"She?.. There's no one else. Don't accuse me."
"Well, why else would you not want me anymore?" She asked.
"Now who said ANYTHING about me not wanting you anymore?"
"You did! Just a second ago. You said you didn't want me to be your
slave anymore." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
"You're putting words in my mouth. All I said is that I want you to
stop all this slave bullshit." Her face dropped
"See? You just said it again." She said, folding her arms.
"Oh give it a rest, Bridgette." He was fast losing his patience
"It's Angie, isn't it?" He bubbled over with laughter.
"Now you're being completely silly."
"I don't happen to think it's a silly notion. I see the way you two act
together. Maybe i'll just move back into my old apartment so you and
her can be happy." James started to assure her that SHE was the one he
wanted. But changed his mind.. He decided to play her little game
instead.
"Suit yourself." He said shrugging. "I'm certainly not going to argue
with you." Bridgette's jaw dropped open.
"You son of a bitch!" She screamed. "You'd just let me walk out of
here, wouldn't you?" He hit a nerve and he knew it.
"Why should I stop you if you want to leave?" he asked with raised
eyebrows.
Bridgette was getting red in the face. What she wanted to do was
get him interested in punishing her. She hadn't planned on this
reaction.
"You'd really let me leave just like that?" She asked, a bit frightened
at his answer.
James studied her for a few moments.
"Of course not. You're just being paranoid and totally silly, baby."
"You bastard! How come you always see right through me?" She asked,
picking up a throw pillow and tossing it at him. It bounced off his
shoulders and fell to the floor.
"Because you're always predictable." He said matter of factly.
Bridgette allowed herself a broad smile now.
"Predictable, huh?" She stood up and walked right in front of him. She
undid the sash of her robe. "Tell me if you ever would have imagined
this.." She said while opening the robe and slipping it from her
shoulders where it fell to the ground.
She was wearing a totally transparent, white baby doll. The soft
white material stood out strikingly against her tanned skin. Let's not
mince words, she was absolutely breathtaking in the flimsy nightie.
But that wasn't the MOST striking thing about it. James was looking
right into her panty covered crotch. What he saw to his complete
surprise was that she no longer had any pubic hair. It was obvious that
she had shaved it off while in the shower.
"Well, lover boy. What have you got to say now?" She whispered soft
and seductively to him, her arms hung at her sides while she looked
down at him.
"It's beautiful." He said, barely able to contain his excitement.
"The baby doll, or the haircut?" She asked.
"Both!" the last time he saw a hairless cunt, it was attached to a 9
year old girl. His sister to be exact. But to see a full grown woman
with a shaved pussy drove him crazy.
"I did that for you, master." She whispered. He looked up and lost
himself in her eyes. The look she was giving him melted him into a
puddle of protoplasm. "I hope you approve." Bridgette added.
"Yes." was all he said. he wanted a closer view, so his hands moved
out and slid the panties from her hips. He brushed his fingers over
the smoothness where the dark hair once laid. He noticed for the first
time, the darkness of the labia as compared to the rest of her puffy
cunt. No doubt about it, seeing Bridgette with a shaved pussy was
almost like seeing her for the first time.
Bridgette moaned softly when he used his thumbs to part the lips
and peer and the pink recess. He saw the glistening moisture from the
hole while he leaned over to get an even closer look.
Putting his hands on her bottom, he leaned over and put his lips on
the outer edge of where her bush once was. Bridgette sighed while his
mouth made slow circles around it.
She pushed him back onto the sofa and slid her panties all the way
off. Then she got back on the sofa, straddling his legs so that her
thighs were well parted.
James' hands once again went to her ass as he pulled her hips
toward him. This time his tongue came out and glided over the same
smoothness as his lips did seconds earlier. Bridgette was leaning over
with her hands on the back of the sofa to keep her balance while her
bald beaver was in his face.
She gently rolled her hips against him when his tongue made it's
way between the petals of her labia and began a slow, tantalizing trip
back and forth to her clit. Gentle murmurs of appreciation escaped her
lips as his mouth worked magic on her. His fingers dug into the soft
flesh of her shapely bottom as he finally stuck his tongue inside of
her.
Bridgette softly whimpered as his mouth was bringing her ever
closer to her climax. His hands held her firmly against him, but she
was still able to derive a delicious wiggle of her hips.
She let out a quick "Ohh Ohh ohh" sound and came wonderfully while
James hungrily slurped her natural lubricating juices. He pulled his
tongue out and sucked gently on her clit while her orgasm flowed though
her for several delightful seconds.
As the spasms faded away into a fond memory, Bridgette made a
startled gasp.
"Oh no!.. I came without your permission.. You must punish me, master."
she said to him. Before James could say a word, she was lying facedown
over his legs. Her head laid in a throw pillow turned to the side while
her bottom squirmed in a very sexy manner.
"I should be punished so that I might be a more thoughtful slave,
master." she whispered to him.
The sexy brunette was turning him into jelly. James looked down at
the sexy sight under him and nearly came in his pants. His breathing
was very heavy while watching Bridgette writhe and squirm on his lap.
She turned her head and looked up at him. "You won't let me be a bad
slave, will you master?" Bridgette asked in a soft, extremely alluring
voice.
James was totally lost for words. The gravity of the situation blew
his mind. He let his hand down to rest on her upturned ass, Bridgette
whimpered a little and laid her head back down on the pillow. He asked
himself why she was doing this and what she was up to. The answers to
his questions eluded him somehow.
Bridgette waited impatiently for James to punish her. She wiggled
her ass in a more provocative manner to entice him. She wanted it so
badly, she HAD to have it.
He could stand it no longer. Her ragging breathing coupled with
with the feeling of her pelvis squirming sinuously on his lap made his
cock jerk in his pants. For the first time in longer then he cared to
remember, he came in his pants without the feeling of genital contact
to assist him.
Bridgette smiled to herself when she realised how deeply she had
effected him. She moaned as if in ecstacy when both hands fell to her
ass while he ground his lap into her writhing body.
She felt his cock pulsating as it pumped out it's special brand of
cream into his shorts. She rose up on her elbows and turned her head to
him. The faraway look in his eyes told her what his motions had already
done. "Mmmmmmm.... wasn't that naughty of me? she asked him innocently.
But even in innocence, the beautiful woman struck a sexy pose.
James' voice had trouble finding it's way out of his mouth..
"Let's get married baby!" was what he said when he found his voice.
Bridgette weighed the idea in her mind. She had no desire in the past
to give herself totally to one man. But she wanted to do so now, and
was indeed prepared to go to great lengths to accomplish that.
"Well, will you let me be your slave?" She asked him, the intensity
of her eyes devoured him.
"Oh god, YES!" he breathed. Bridgette turned back over on her stomach.
"First punish me, master. Then we'll talk about it."
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy11.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 11
Jason got home from work to find Vickie and Anna sitting in the
dining room having coffee. He walked over and kissed his wife fondly
and sat down at the table with them. Anna flashed a smile at him when
he sat and told Vickie.
"I think it would be a lot of fun, but i'm afraid my life would
only disrupt your own. I wouldn't want to do that." Jason peered at
both the women and knew he had walked in on the middle of a
conversation.
"What are we talking about here?" He asked of both of them.
"Oh, we are discussing Anna moving in here with us. Well, how do you
think you would disrupt our lives?" Vickie asked the stunning blonde
woman.
"I do most of work at home. You see I am almost constantly making and
receiving phone calls during the day." Ahhhh Vickie saw the problem...
She had in mind to have Anna around during the day while Jason worked
as a playmate.
"I don't see where that would be all that much of a problem." She
looked at Jason who was listening with obvious excitement in his face.
"We could turn the den into an office for her, couldn't we?" Jason
nodded
"Yes, I hardly use it." he said nodding his head.
"But I have 3 phone lines at home. I would need that wherever I go."
Anna interjected.
"So? why not have the service transferred here?" Vickie suggested. Anna
bit her bottom lip and picked up her coffee cup.
"I could do that." Anna said with a wrinkled brow. "But it would be
almost if I were putting you and Jason out of your own house."
Vickie leaned over the table and faced Anna. "Nonsense. I'm just
not going to take no for an answer." She said it with a big smile on
her face. Anna shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Vickie. I just wouldn't feel right about it. I have to say
no." Vickie sat back in her chair, a look of disappointment on her
face.
"You know we can get together quite often, anyway." Anna suggested
helpfully to abate Vickie's displeasure. Vickie shook her head.
"No, It wouldn't be the same." she glanced at Jason who was sitting
impassive.
"Well, babe. How are we going to convince her that I always get my
way?" Jason smiled ruefully as was about to speak. Anna spoke up before
he could.
"Don't be like that, Vickie. I would love to if the circumstances were
different. But it's just impossible for me right now." She said almost
pleadingly. Vickie waved her off with a flick of her hand.
"Maybe I should put it a different way." She paused and looked at
Anna who sat silently, waiting. Vickie continued.
"You and Jason are going to get up and go to our car. You're going to
go to your apartment, and pack every bit of your clothes, and whatever
else can be moved by car." Anna opened her mouth to speak but Vickie
would not let her.
"Monday morning, you and I are going to go to the phone company and
have your 3 phones installed in the den."
Vickie wasn't going to let anyone get a word in edgewise until she
had finished saying what she had to say.
"And that, is the end of this discussion. Do I make myself clear enough
for you?" She asked. Her lips pursed together in a thin line.
Anna stared at her for a few seconds, then softly uttered "Yes
ma'am" Vickie got up and started around the table.
"Good." She walked to Anna's chair and held her hand out. Anna gently
placed her own hand in the one Vickie proffered.
"And when you get back, you and I are going to have a private talk
about your indifferent attitude." Vickie said in a low voice and kissed
Anna's cheek while she blushed and lowered her eyes.
"Yes ma'am" she said in an almost inaudible whisper.
"Alright you two get going. Jason, go into our room and get that plug.
You know the one I mean. Before you leave her apartment. Put it in her,
if she gives you any trouble.. Spank her."
Anna turned purple while Jason nodded and left the room.
"You see Anna," Vickie said when they were left alone for a few
moments. "I'm not stupid. I know you can't be convinced to do this
unless you really want to." Anna allowed herself a smile.
"Yeah I know" She said with a little giggle. "I feel like a captive"
she added as Jason came back into the room with a small box in his
hand.
"Alright.. Go get Anna packed and moved in here." Vickie said waving
them toward the door.
Once in Jason's car, Anna picked up the little box that he had laid
on the seat between them. She took the cover off and saw the plastic
butt plug lying on some cotton. She looked toward him. "This is what
she wants you to put in me?" She asked him. He nodded.
"Have you ever had a butt plug in you?" She shook her head.
"Don't worry, it hurts going in... But after awhile it starts to feel
good." She sat in silence for a moment.
"I don't know if I want that inside me." She finally said.
"Well, I have to spank you if you give me any trouble about it. And i'm
not going to go back there without doing what she told me." He told her
matter of factly.
"Would you?.. Spank me I mean." She wanted to know. Anna had picked the
plug up and was examining it.
"Yes I would." Anna slowly nodded her head. It seemed that she didn't
have a lot of choice in the matter.
Alright, let's not get the idea that Anna had NO say so in the
matter. Vickie isn't going to make her do something she really doesn't
wanna do. Anna knows this as well, but she was thrilled to the bone at
having the feeling of being a captive if you will. She glance to her
jailkeeper. Well, actually just a fellow inmate. They would have to
form an alliance of sorts.
They packed Anna's clothes and filled several boxes with a few odds
and ends Anna felt that she needed. Once they had gotten all the stuff
in the car, Jason took the box from the front seat and took it inside
the apartment. Anna was walking around making sure she didn't forget
anything.
"Are you about ready to be getting back?" He asked her.
She turned to look at him, "Yes, I suppose I can always come back
if I need to." She had already decided that she was going to keep this
apartment as well. Never can tell how long Vickie would want her
around.
"Okay, let's go in your room and get this over with." He said holding
the box up.
Anna give him a sullen look and a quick sigh before walking ahead of
him to her bedroom.
"Do you have any vaseline?" She pointed to the bathroom.
Jason walked into the bathroom and came back with a jar of vaseline. He
sat on the bed and opened the jar, picking the plug up and smearing a
good amount over it.
"You should lay down in the bed, it'll be easier that way." He said
almost apologetically. Anna said ok and quickly unsnapped her jeans,
pulling them over her luscious bottom before lying on her stomach oh
the bed.
Jason wasted no time, he quickly used the fingers of one hand to
spread her sexy asscheeks and expose her crinkly asshole. He then
lined up the plug to her anus and began pressing it into her.
The pain of the entry wasn't as bad as Anna had feared. It hurt a
bit as her little hole stretched to accommodate the width of the plug,
but she received it with only a soft groan or two. When he had it
inserted to the hilt, he leaned over and kissed both of her bottom
cheeks before sitting up and saying..
"See, it wasn't all that bad. Was it?" Anna had turned over on her side
and looked up at him.
"No. It hurt a little but it wasn't too bad." It was a bit
uncomfortable though. it made her feel like she had to take a shit. It
would take a bit of getting used to.
"Mmmmm.. If you don't pull those jeans back up, we MIGHT not get
out of here." He said as he slapped her full ass lightly. Making her
cheeks quiver from the contact. Anna laughed and told him that it
might be worth it to hang around awhile, but Jason said that Vickie
would be waiting for them.
Anna knew that he was right, so she climbed out of bed of pulled
her tight jeans back up over her hips. She found that the plug in her
ass seemed to move when she walked, probably from the way her hips
swayed when she moved across the floor.
They locked up the apartment and went back out to the car. Driving
back to the house, Anna started getting kind of nervous about facing
Vickie again.
"What do you think she's going to do to me?" Anna asked him in obvious
distress. He had shrugged his shoulders.
"There's no telling. But if she wants your ass loosened for something.
She might fuck your ass with a dildo, I don't know." Anna had been
assfucked once or twice. She was pretty sure she could live with that.
"Do you think she's gonna whip me?" He nodded.
"Oh yes. She doesn't like being talked back to." he glanced at her and
saw the look of apprehension on her face.
"But don't worry about it. She won't really hurt you."
Anna wasn't really worried about that so much as she was about what
ELSE the woman might do to her. from the way Jason talked, Vickie had a
pretty wild imagination.
Angela showed up at Scott's apartment a couple of minutes before
8:00. She had dressed rather conservatively for this dinner date as she
expected it to be a more or less cool dinner with a co-worker. She DID
bring a bottle of wine, though.
When Scott answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt, Angela thought
that maybe she had overdressed just a tad. He greeted her and looked
down at the bottle of wine she held.
"Hey, great. But you really didn't have to do that." He shrugged.
"No, I wanted to." She held it out. "Why don't you put it on ice?"
"Yeah ok" he said taking the bottle. "Well come on in. You're a little
early so dinner won't be ready for about a half hour or so."
Scott offered her a chair in his living room and took a seat in a
reclining chair a few feet away. Angela looked around the room and
wondered to herself who did the decorating.
"Well." He said, invading her thought. She blinked and looked at him.
"How do you like the job, so far?" He asked her.
"It seems like a good job." She said shortly.
They exchanged small talk before the doorbell rang and Scott got up
to answer it. It was dinner, Scott had ordered out for Chinese food.
That was fine as far as Angela was concerned. At least he wasn't going
out of his way to try impressing her or anything like that.
But on the other hand, she did feel somewhat insulted that he WAS
being totally nonchalant about the whole thing. So she went through the
motions with him and ate her dinner in almost total silence. It pretty
much goes without saying that there was a lot of tension in the air.
Angela figured to have coffee with him and be back home before 11.
When they took their coffee back to the living room, Scott switched
from the beaten path to a more provocative subject.
"I can see that I was pretty much right about you." He said after
they had been talking for about 5 minutes or so. Angela raised an
eyebrow.
"I'm almost afraid to ask." She said with a sardonic laugh.
"I see you all tough and mean, acting like a real bitch." She shot him
a warning glance at the word bitch.. but he continued. "But just like I
thought, you're nothing but a kitten underneath that wall you built
around yourself." He was looking at her in a rather strange manner. As
if he were not looking at her, but looking IN her. And that's exactly
how his eyes made her feel.
"Does it bother you that much that a woman can be professional, but can
still be a woman?"
"I don't recall saying that it bothered me." He said with a slight wave
oh his hand. His gaze intensified, making her feel like she was on a hot
seat.
"But it's the real you I want to see. beneath that bitch who runs
around the office." She looked at him and said.
"You'll get treated exactly the way you treat me." coldly the words
poured from her mouth. He reacted by tossing his head back and
laughing.
"Oooo Real tough bitch! But you're not here to act the bitch, tonight."
He said standing up, walking over to her chair and squatting in front
of her. His hands on the arms of the chair.
"No, you're here to show me what's underneath it all." He looked
into her eyes and Angela found that she was unable to look away this
time. "I'll bet you like to wear sexy underclothes just so you'll feel
like a woman underneath." He said, the words acting as arrows piercing
her exterior.
"Is that what you're doing? Wearing one of those cute little nighties
you bought from the lingerie shop?" Angela knew it was impossible for
him to know what she wore underneath her knee length skirt and blouse.
But he sure as hell was a good guesser.
"I don't think that is any of your concern." She said, feeling
uncomfortable all of a sudden.
"Angela.." He said in a low, dangerous sounding voice. "I know all
about you. I know you can't do it yourself. You need someone to help
you... I can hear you calling out for help." His hands moved over
her's.. covering them.
Angela lost herself in his words for a brief moment. He was hitting
home and it frightened her.
"I have to go." She said, but making no attempt to rise from the chair.
"You know you don't want to leave, Angela." The pretty woman watched
him for a moment, giving out a small whimper when his fingers closed
around her hands. Scott was standing, his hands pulling on her own as
he helped her to stand with him.
Angela was visibly shaking, but she watched him with wide eyed
curiosity. He released her hands and they fell to her sides.
"Take them off, Angela." He gestured to her blouse and skirt. "Show me
what you wore to make yourself feel sexy." Each word echoed through her
head.
Feeling her face become hot from blushing, Angela only for the
briefest of microseconds thought about heading for the door. With
trembling fingers, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and began
to open them. She still found herself unable to look away from his
eyes. He wasn't what she considered to be good looking, But he was
affecting her like no other had done. Her blouse was slipped off her
shoulders and fell to the floor with a little shrug of her shoulders.
With the same slowness, her skirt was undone and fell down her
long, lovely legs. He had been right on the money. All Angela wore
under her clothes was a light blue teddy, and a black garter belt that
fastened to her silk stockings.
Scott put his hands on her arms while they hung limp at her sides.
His fingers were moving slowly toward her bare shoulders.
"This is what makes you feel sexy, Angela?" He said in that same low
voice. Her throat felt parched, she was aware of her breathing, how
deep it had become.
"Yes" she whispered. His hands had completed their journey to her
shoulders.
"It makes you look sexy, too" he whispered back to her. Her skin
tingled when his fingers moved over and caressed her neck. Her hands
rose and touched his arms just above his elbows.
"We're going to unlock your deepest feelings. You're going to
embrace all those thoughts you are afraid of." His fingers slipped
behind her neck, Angela's lips were slightly open as she listened to
him.
"I'm going to give you pain like you've never known it. I'm going
to show you pleasure more exquisite than you've ever dreamed." Her skin
became alive with goosebumps while he continued talking to her.
"I'll whip you until you scream in agony. I'll tie you to the bed and
make you more aware of your senses than you've ever been."
Angela closed her eyes when his hand closed over her hair and
tilted her head up. He stepped up to her until he was nearly touching
her. She felt his hot breath on her face as he leaned toward her and
put his lips close to her ear.
"Are you ready to liberate your body?" he whispered to her.
Angela heard a voice from far off in the distance, a strange voice, her
voice... it said.. "Oh god.. yes" Her hands were on his shoulders. She
felt him sweep down and scoop her up in his arms. Her body went limp
in him arms as he carried her toward his bedroom.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy12.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 12
Anna nervously stepped out of the car when Jason had pulled into
the driveway. As he had predicted, the plug in her ass ceased to bother
her. Although, the feeling of fullness did make her feel a bit
uncomfortable. This, however was pushed into the back of her mind and
she walked into the house and saw Vickie walking around the kitchen.
It was near 9:30 and neither of them had eaten dinner. Vickie had
prepared it while they were away.
"Did you get everything?' Vickie asked her when she walked in.
"I think so. I can always go back if I have to." She said. Vickie
watched her for a moment then continued setting the table.
"I'll have Jason put your things away after we eat." She said as Jason
looked over his shoulder from the bar where he was in the process of
making a drink.
So Anna had to sit down for dinner still wearing that damn plug in
her ass. Needless to say, she didn't show a very strong appetite this
evening. Vickie seemed to be much happier than her usual self. Jason
was pretty excited about having Anna moving in as well. He wondered to
himself if he and Anna would find the opportunity to repeat the scene
they had in her apartment. he was pretty sure it was possible.
"We're going to have to a bit of moving furniture in the den" Vickie
had said to Jason. "We'll get started on that tomorrow morning."
"I have a desk i'd like to put in there if it's ok." Anna had said,
Vickie said it was fine with her. Anna made a mental note to call and
have it brought there on Monday.
After dinner, Vickie directed Jason to get Anna's things out of the
car and put them in her room. She took Anna by the hand and turned
again to look at Jason. "And don't bother us. We're going to have a
long talk." She said as Anna helplessly followed Vickie into the den,
where once inside, Vickie told her to close and lock the door.
Anna's fear reached a fever pitch when she turned around and saw
Vickie staring at her with a gleam in her eye and a menacing smile on
her face. "Take your clothes off" Vickie said in a low voice. But one
not to be ignored. Anna quickly shed her clothes and soon stood nude in
front of Vickie's appraising eyes.
"Very nice." Vickie said to the beautiful woman. Anna blushed slightly
while Vickie gazed over her body.
"Show me the plug" Vickie ordered her. Anna hesitated for a moment
before turning and bending slightly, reaching behind her and holding her
asscheeks open. Anna could feel Vickie's presence behind her.
"Tell me, Anna. Does it bother you?" She asked the naked woman.
"No, but it's a little uncomfortable." Anna felt Vickie's fingers on
her asscheeks, lightly grazing over the smooth surface.
"Did you give Jason any trouble? Did he have to spank you?" the
dominant blonde wanted to know.
"No, no trouble at all." Anna said, shifting her weight as she leaned
over slightly, displaying the plug embedded in her asshole.
Vickie reached inbetween the luscious half moons and fingered the
plastic plug. She twirled it about while Anna moaned.
"Oh how lovely."
Vickie grabbed the plug and starting pulling it out of the lovely
woman's anus. Anna's nose flared and her eyes got wide when she felt
her sphincter stretching for the slow retreat. She did her best not to
cry out in pain, but her eyes quickly filled with tears while the plug
made it's slow, agonizing exit.
Anna sighed in relief when it was completely extracted. She
wondered if her poor asshole were stretched out of shape. She didn't
have too much time to wonder as she soon felt Vickie pressing two
fingers into the portal the plug had just vacated. There was still
plenty of vaseline in her ass so the platinum blonde's fingers slid in
easily.
Even though the fingers were not as wide as the plug had been, Anna
still felt pain when Vickie started twisting her fingers inside of her.
She moaned and grunted while Vickie cruelly finger fucked her tender
asshole.
Now she pulled her fingers out and walked to the other side of the
room, leaving Anna in the same position she had been standing in for
the last few minutes. A few seconds later, Anna felt something cold,
and hard pressing against her asshole. It didn't feel like it was
thick, but she knew it was steel.
Anna then felt the fire burning her asshole. It started as a
prickly heat, then quickly intensified into a blazing inferno that
spread through her bowels. She cried out in horror as she leapt
forward, almost crashing into the door. She turned around to see what
Vickie was holding and was shocked to see a cattle prod in her hand.
"I don't recall telling you to move." Vickie said matter of factly.
"I'm sorry" Anna said quickly. Vickie stepped forward and touched the
prod to her left breast, pushing the button to activate the current
that crackled out.
"OUCH!' Anna yelled as she jumped to the side. "that hurts!" Vickie
aimed it at her but did not advance. Anna looked at her with wild eyes,
darting around to find some escape from the prod.
"You moved again." Vickie said in a low voice. Anna was very afraid of
the woman who held the prod out at her, she began to tremble when she
came forward and backed her into a corner using the prod to guide her.
"Please don't hurt me." Anna pleaded with her. Her right breast
exploded in pain when Vickie touched the prod to it for a second or
two. "Arrrrgh!" she screamed but did not move from the corner. Anna's
hands came up to protect her tits from the searing agony of the
electric prod.
Vickie then touched it to her right thigh and held it there until
Anna wildly slapped it away. There was no way Anna could protect all
the tender parts of her body at the same time. As fast as she would use
her hand to protect her thigh, her tit would feel the shock from the
prod.
Anna's face burned hot from tears while the platinum haired
dominatrix continued to send the blazing heat of electricity to her
gyrating body. Finally not being able to take anymore, Anna came out of
the corner and pushed herself past Vickie as she ran toward the door.
"ANNA!" Vickie screamed at her. The lovely woman froze in her tracks
just as she was about to bolt from the room.
"Get back over here" Vickie said in a voice that was velvet covered
steel. Anna's hand was on the door, all she had to do was turn the knob
and she could find refuge elsewhere in the house. But she hesitated for
reasons known only to her.
Anna was not able to escape the fact that even though the prod hurt
her terribly, she was also filled with a tremendous feeling of
excitement at the way Vickie was treating her. Her breasts and thighs
tingled from where Vickie had touched the prod, and her clit seemed to
pulsate in her excitement.
As if defeated, Anna dropped her hand from the door knob and
turned and walked with her head bowed back to where Vickie was
standing, still holding the steel tipped prod in her hand.
Anna flinched when she saw Vickie point it at her again. But this
time she did not try to cover herself. In turn, the prod was quickly
touched to both of her nipples. Anna let out sharp cries with each
touch. Vickie only let the steel tipped rod touch her for a split
second, but it was enough to bring about a loud response from the
beautiful blonde.
Vickie told her to open her legs. Anna did so with great
apprehension and instantly felt the inside of her thighs being seared
with the current. The agony Anna felt was rivaled only by the warm
sensations coursing through her body. She felt the swampy heat in her
cunt even as she cried out in pain from the almost constant jabs of
electricity being introduced to her body.
Anna was having trouble catching her breath, she watched with wild
eyed fear as Vickie brought the prod between her thighs and touched her
pussy with it. She began to cry out but it lessened to a pitiful
whimper when she realised that there was no current.
Then Vickie knelt down in front of her and moved the steel tip of
the cattle prod up and down the extremely wet slit of Anna's snatch.
Then Anna held her breath as she felt it entering her.
It was too much for her to handle. Anna's pussy convulsed around
the cold steel and she went into a violent come. Anna wailed long and
loud as the shock of the unforseen orgasm shook her lovely body. Her
thighs quivered powerfully while Vickie held the prod just inside her
spasming cunt.
When she had recovered, Vickie removed the prod and tossed it
aside. She took Anna's hands and pulled her down kneeling with her.
"Ok, Anna. I want you to lie down on the floor, now." Anna nodded and
stretched out her curvaceous body beneath Vickie. She let her legs splay
open slightly, the glistening moisture on her cunt covered most of her
pubic triangle.
"On your stomach, Anna" Vickie ordered her. When Anna obeyed her,
Vickie got up and retrieved several lengths of rope from the sofa. She
brought them back to where Anna was stretched out on the carpet and
begin tying her arms behind her back. Then she used more of the rope to
bind her ankles together.
Vickie got up again and went toward the fireplace. Anna saw her
stoking the fire with what looked to be a poker.
She came back to Anna and knelt alongside her.
"Now we're going to seal our new relationship, honey." Vickie said as
she lightly stroked the woman's back. "I'm going to give you something
that will show that you belong to me."
"What are you gonna do?" Anna asked, her voice cracking in her fearful
anticipation.
"Oh, I'm just going to put a little mark on your sweet bottom." Vickie
said to her, smiling sweetly at her. "It'll burn you a little but it'll
be ok in a day or two." She had explained.
"No, please don't put a mark on me!" Anna pleaded with her.
"Don't worry. It won't be that bad." Vickie said as she stood and again
went to the fireplace.
Now Anna was horrified to see that the poker Vickie had used to
stoke the fire was a brand and had a red hot "V" at the end of it.
Anna screamed bloody murder when she understood the full impact of what
Vickie intended to do.
"NOOOOO!.. HELP ME!!!!" Anna shouted at the top of her lungs. she
struggled with the ropes that bound her but found that they held
secure.
Vickie was tired of the screaming and put the brand back into the
fire and picked up a ball gag from the sofa. She stepped over Anna and
planted her ass in the blonde woman's back. Using a hand on Anna's
cheeks, she pressed in to force the stunned blonde to open her mouth.
When she had done this, she put the ball in her mouth and tied off the
strap.
Anna gagged as the taste of latex invaded her mouth. She tried
screaming but it only came out as a muffled gurgling sound. Intense
fear gripped her insides when she saw Vickie picking the brand up again
and move toward her with it.
Jason had put all of Anna's suitcases in her room and had heard
Anna screaming for help. He smiled and thought to himself that Vickie
must be forcing that big dildo in Anna's asshole. He went into his own
room as was going to get ready for bed. Jason had taken off his shirt
when he noticed something, or rather he DIDN'T notice something.
The brand that Vickie had bought as a joke was not sitting in the
corner where it usually was. She had often remarked that one day she
was going to put a big "V" on his ass. She always laughed when she said
that, but now Jason wasn't too sure she was joking.
He bolted from the bedroom and ran to the den. Trying the door and
finding that it was locked. When he heard a muffled sound then Vickie's
voice telling her that it was only going to burn for a little while,
Jason backed up and threw his shoulder into the door.
Anna still struggled in vain against the ropes, her body jerked on
the floor as Vickie sat down on her legs. Through her terror, Anna
could hear Vickie talking to her in a sweet voice.
"Just relax, sweetie. This is only going to burn for a little while."
Then she held up the brand and started it down to where it would sear
into the ivory textured flesh of Anna's bottom.
Anna became strangely calm when she felt the heat starting, almost
as if she weren't there.
Just as the red hot "V" was about to be imbedded into Anna's sexy
ass, Jason broke through the door and stumbled into the den. Vickie
looked up startled as Jason charged toward her and backhanded her
across the face, knocking her backwards off of Anna's legs.
Vickie tried to shake herself out of the daze she had been sent
into by the blow. Her jaw ached and she wondered if it were broken.
Jason grabbed the brand out of her hand and threw it toward the
fireplace.
"You're out of your fuckin mind!" He hollered at her as she stumbled to
her feet and faced him. he had never been this enraged before. It
scared his pretty wife. She shrunk back from him while he watched her
with fire in his eyes.
"You've gone too far this time." He said as he knelt next to Anna and
begin releasing her from the binds.
When the ropes were taken from her wrists, Anna pulled the gag out
of her mouth and the long,loud cries bubbled from her throat. When he
released her ankles, Anna curled up into a fetal position and hugged
herself as she shivered on the floor.
Jason picked up the beautiful woman and cradled her in his arms. He
turned to leave the room, then turned to Vickie before he did so.
"You and I have some talking to do" He said to her. Vickie was rubbing
her aching jaw, but she nodded meekly when Jason carried Anna from the
room.
Jason carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. She still
cried with a constant sob when he pulled back her spread and sheets and
helped her to lie between them. He was sitting on the bed stroking her
hair and looking down on her concerned while she fought to gain control
of herself.
Several minutes later, Her crying and shaking had abated enough for
her to sit up. She looked at Jason with swollen and bloodshot eyes and
curled her lips up in a weak smile.
"Just lay here and rest for awhile." He told her while helping her to
lie down again. "I'm going to have a talk with Vickie, then i'll bring
you home."
"Jason?" She said imploringly. Jason tilted his head.
"Yes, honey?" he asked.
"Ummmm I don't want to go home. I'd like to stay here." His eyebrows
went up.
"You WANT to stay?" Aren't you afraid of what she might try to do to
you?"
"A little" She tossed the covers from her "But it excites me too." She
grabbed his hand bringing it to her pussy. "Feel how wet."
Yes, Anna's cunt was soaked. Jason let his fingers linger over her
hot pussy before pulling his hand back and standing up.
"Ok.. But I still want you to rest awhile. I'll be back in a few
minutes." He pulled the covers back over her.
"Alright, but tell Vickie I want to talk to her, ok?" Jason nodded..
"Ok i'll tell her." He smiled at her and walked from the room, turning
out the light and closing the door as he did.
Vickie was sitting silently on the sofa in the den, she was
watching the fireplace and sipping a drink she had made when she heard
Jason's footsteps behind her. She took a deep breath and waited for him
to walk around and sit. She had already decided upon what she was going
to say to him.
"Is Anna alright?" she asked him, genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, she's ok. But you and I have a serious problem." He said to her,
watching her movements with hawk like eyes. Vickie nodded and lowered
her eyes.
"I'll pack and be out of here in the morning." She said softly, staring
at her drink.
"Well, not quite that serious." He said. Vickie looked up at him.
"We're just gonna have to set some ground rules around here that you
have to follow." Vickie's eyes widened.
"Ground rules? like what?" She asked him.
"We'll talk about it later on." he said to her. she nodded again
"I suppose I've ruined our friendship with Anna" She said sadly.
"Strangely enough, Anna's going to be staying with us after all." He
shrugged.
"She doesn't want to leave?" Vickie was surprised.
"Nope. She wants to stay." He pointed at the fireplace "But I have a
good mind to blister your ass for that stupid stunt." He said to her.
"Ok" Vickie said slowly, standing up and undoing her pants "Anna can
too if she wants to."
"Hold it" He said, holding his hand up. "You tell Anna that yourself,
she wants to talk to you."
"She does?" Vickie said. Her hand still around the waist of her pants.
"Yeah.. Go see what she wants then come back here."
"Ok, baby." She said "Can I have a kiss, Jason?" She asked him. He
capitulated and kissed her briefly before she turned and walked from
the den.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy13.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 13
Bridgette had turned back over on her stomach, over James' lap.
"Punish me first, Master. Then we'll talk about it." She arched her
back and wiggled her ass enticingly while James looked in fascination.
He had set out to put a stop to Bridgette's little game, but
suddenly found himself getting caught up in it in the worst way. He had
already come in his pants and was feeling his prick stir again.
James brought his hand up and swatted it down on her rolling
asscheeks. Bridgette yelped as her hips ground into his lap when she
felt the sting, then rose up again to receive the next stroke. He gave
it to her and got the same reaction.
"Oooo Yes! Spank my naughty ass! Punish your slave, Master!"
The harder James slapped her bare bottom, the more Bridgette held
it in the air, asking for more. Her cheeks were rapidly growing red
under the blows, Bridgette's voice was becoming choked and more
strained while she rotated and squirmed her hips under his almost
unbelieving eyes. His cock was once again hard and throbbing in the
confines of his pants while Bridgette continued to thrust her reddening
bottom toward him for more of the spanking she was getting.
It's ironic that this spanking was because she had come without his
permission, she was about to do it again while he punished her for the
first offense.
"Oh God!.. Lower.. Hit me lower." She was chanting. James obliged her
and concentrated his blows to her lower buttocks. Bridgette's reaction
was electric.
She arched her ass up higher and higher toward him. Her legs were
open and James could see the moisture on her hairless slit.
"I'm gonna do it!.. OH! I'm so naughty, you'll have to punish me again,
Master... AHHHHHHHH!" Bridgette brought a hand between her thighs and
rubbed herself while another orgasm overtook her.
James felt his breath being taken from him as he watched with
bulging eyes the sight under him. Bridgette gurgled in pleasure while
furiously rubbing her clit, tossing her hips all over his lap.
When she had recovered a few seconds later, Bridgette slinked from
his lap and knelt in front of him. She reached out and started undoing
his pants while he watched her dumbfounded. He managed to lift his ass
off the sofa so she could tug his pants down.
Once his cock sprang free, Bridgette leaned over and planted a
long, wet kiss on the engorged head. She murmured something about her
lolly pop before opening her mouth and pressing her head down over the
mushroom head. She was able to fit about 3/4 of the total length of his
prick in buttery confines of her warm mouth before having to pull back.
Bridgette seemed to be insatiable. She used one hand to hold his
dick steady while using the other to finger her sopping twat. James was
totally out of his head, not to mention totally out of control while
Bridgette was a whirlwind of activity. He spattered his load into her
mouth while she groaned and twisted 2 fingers into her cunt.
She continued to lick and suck his cock and balls after he climaxed
until she had used her fingers to trigger a 3rd orgasm in herself.
James tossed his head back on the sofa and sighed heavily, spent of his
energy.
But Bridgette wanted more. Her body was on fire and she wasn't
about to let a little thing like James coming stop her from getting her
satisfaction.
"Oh Master. Your cock is soft and it's all my fault." She jumped on the
sofa, straddling his hips. "You must punish me again, Master." She
hefted her breasts in her hands.
"Spank my titties, Master. Ooooo yeah.. I deserve it, Master." His
eyes glazed over while watching the fireball sitting on his lap
offering him her tits to punish.
James used the tips of his fingers and swiped at her tits, trying
to just catch the nipples. After 2 or 3 such slaps, Bridgette let her
breasts go and squealed in her pleasure/pain while cupping her bald
pussy with one of her hands.
The tittie spanking had the desired effect. James' cock began to
grow while the cushy flesh of her tits began to show the effects of the
slaps he was giving them.
"Oh, Thank you Master!" Bridgette cried as she cupped his hardening
prick in her hands and then rose and positioned herself over it. James
put his hands on her shoulders when she abruptly sat down on it, driving
the full length inside of her drenched cunt.
Bridgette rode him like a wild woman, her breasts slapped against
his cheeks while she bounced up and down on his lap. Bridgette came
twice more before James lost his mind and shot a 3rd load deep into her
pussy.
James fell back against the back of the sofa, completely drained
and exhausted. But Bridgette wanted more. James was lost to her, but
she plowed a stiff finger into both her cunt and asshole while James
could do nothing but watch. She sent herself into another powerful
orgasm before she stopped and climbed up in the sofa with James,
curling up next to him. She smiled to herself when she heard his
breathing get heavy, signalling that he had fallen asleep.
Bridgette got up and found her panties, and took them into the
bathroom with her so she could clean herself up a little. She came out
of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing the panties. She picked up
her robe and draped herself in it before going into the kitchen to find
something to eat while James slept blissfully on the sofa.
Vickie walked slowly into Anna's room and heard rustling coming
from the bed.
"Is that you, Vickie?" Anna called out. Vickie said yes and turned on
the light when Anna asked her to.
"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked the woman lying on the bed
softly.
"Yes, come sit with me." Anna replied as she sat up and exposed her
breasts.
Vickie made her way to the bed and sat down next to Anna.
"I don't want to be marked, Vickie." Anna said simply. Vickie sat with
her hands folded in her lap.
"I'm sorry" She said, looking down at her hands. "I don't know what got
into me."
"Neither do I." Anna said. "I'm just thankful that Jason broke into the
room before you could do it."
"I'll have to be a lot more careful in the future." Vickie said. Anna
reached out and touched her fingertips to Vickie's arm.
"Vickie, look at me." Anna told her. Reluctantly, Vickie looked up and
saw the beautiful blonde gazing at her with those hypnotic blue eyes.
"Don't be too careful." A smile played on her lips. "Except for marking
me up.. I'd like you to keep doing things like that."
Vickie caught her meaning and nodded slowly.
"What did Jason tell you?" Vickie blushed
"He said that we are gonna make ground rules." She told Anna.
"Yes, that would be a good idea." Anna said matter of factly.
Vickie averted her eyes. "I'm getting my ass blistered when I get
finished in here." Anna nodded. "You can whip me too if you want."
Anna thought about it but shook her head. "No, I'm not mad at you.
But come show me what he did after he gets finished." The idea of that
embarrassed Vickie, but she said that she would.
"Oh well, I guess I better go get this over with." Vickie said as
she started to stand.
"Oh wait." Anna said. "Before you go, there IS something I want you to
do for me." Vickie stayed sitting on the bed.
"Okay, what is it?" Anna smiled and threw the covers from her body.
"You made my pussy soaking wet. Now I want you to lick it for me."
Vickie looked down at where Anna was rubbing her cunt and whispered
"okay, sweetie."
Anna opened her legs invitingly when Vickie moved toward the foot
of the bed and laid down with her face near Anna's thighs. The musky
scent of woman was heavy in her nostrils as she dipped her head further
bringing her mouth closer to the steaming gash.
Anna shuddered when the hot feeling of a wet tongue was being moved
in her slit. Vickie started slow, then gradually picked up the pace
while Anna cooed and gurgled on the bed. With her saliva now mixing
with the juices from Anna's gushing cunt, Vickie then zeroed in and let
her pink tongue slip into the gooey confines of Anna's pussy hole.
Anna rolled her head from side to side while she used her hands to
pinch her own nipples. Vickie expertly swirled her tongue inside the
pretty blonde.
With a contented sigh, Anna's thighs quivered as she went over the
top of her climb and fell headlong into the orgasmic inferno she had
been steadily heading to. Vickie kissed and nibbled her thighs while
she enjoyed her come. Once she had recovered, Vickie got up off the bed
and made a show out of licking her lips.
"I'm gonna have to do that more often." Vickie said, smiling.
Anna giggled and scissored her legs in a playful attempt to catch
Vickie inside of them.
"Ummmmm Anytime you want it!" Anna said. Vickie laughed and then turned
and left the room.
She had been lying in bed alone for about 5 minutes or so after
Vickie had left. Vickie hadn't closed the door so she could hear
murmured voices coming from another part of the house. Suddenly she
heard slapping sounds and Vickie's voice crying out in distress.
Anna twirled her finger in her pussy while she listen to Vickie
getting her punishment. She smiled when she heard Vickie begging him to
stop, hoping that he didn't stop for a long time.
Anna hadn't counted, but she estimated that she heard 50 or so
slaps and she knew that poor Vickie would have a very sore ass for the
next day or two. Vickie had cried for a few moments, then all was
silent for about 10 minutes before she heard footsteps and saw Vickie
walking toward her room, sans pants.
Vickie still had tears in her eyes when she walked into Anna's
room. Vickie turned around from where she stood near the door, showing
Anna the result of the screaming she had been doing.
"Oh, poor baby!" Anna cooed "Close the door and come get in bed with
me... I'll take care of you"
Vickie did as Anna wanted her to. She closed the door and turned
the light out. It was a few seconds before Anna felt Vickie's now
totally naked body sliding into bed next to her. Understandably, Vickie
opted to turn on her side facing the sexy blonde. Anna kissed her
tenderly, then they fell into each other and made love well into the
night.
Jason checked in on them about 1:00 am and found them both sleeping
peacefully in each other's arms. He smiled and went to his own room.
Scott carried Angela into his bedroom and gently set her down on
the floor. Angela still watched his eyes as if she were in a trance.
His hands were on her shoulders again, this time moving them out and
catching the straps of the teddy Angela was wearing.
Slowly, very slowly Scott moved the straps off of her shoulders and
brought the garment over the swell of her milk white tits. Angela
moaned with pleasure when his hot to the touch fingers began grazing
over her breasts. When he finally touched her nipples, Angela let out a
small gasp and closed her eyes.
Scott was using the pads of his index fingers to make circles over
her ever hardening nipples. Angela sighed heavily and put her hands
over his shoulders while the tip of her tongue peeked out from between
her lips and glided over her full lips.
Now he was softly rolling her nipples between thumbs and
forefingers. She was acutely aware of even the lightest touch while he
made her feel like she was losing all contact with reality. He slowly
increased the pressure on her nipples.. Increasing until it became a
little uncomfortable for Angela, then turning into bonafied pain.
She opened her eyes and saw him still looking straight into her
own. There was no expression on his face while he steadily increased
the pressure until it felt as if he were grinding her tender nipples in
his hands.
Angela whimpered while Scott continued to hold steady pressure on
her throbbing nipples. Just as the pain was becoming almost unbearable
for her, Scott eased off and got a sigh of relief from the tall
brunette.
Now his hands were on her sides, moving down. He moved them down to
the silky material of the teddy and slowly brought it down further.
Angela's lips were slightly parted as her body turned into a conduit
for his touch, unaware of anything at that point except his eyes.
Her teddy slipped past her waist and hips, fluttering down her long
legs and stopping around her heels, which made the already tall woman
loom a good 3 inches taller than Scott.
Her whole body trembled as he moved his fingers over her stomach,
letting them lightly graze her skin as they moved lower and did the
same thing to her hips and thighs. Scott moved his hands to the backs
of her thighs and gently kneaded the smooth flesh. Angela made a soft
whining sound and parted her quivering legs a little.
With every nerve ending alive in her body, Angela whimpered when he
removed his hands from her body and walked to a dresser across the
room. Scott opened it and removed a riding crop and walked over to
where Angela stood waiting for him.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked, raising the crop for her to get a
good look at. Angela nodded her head silently, she didn't need to be
told what he was planning to do.
Scott stood right up against her and put both of his hands on her
arms. Angela let herself be turned around facing the bed without
protest. He was still standing against her, using his hands to move her
arms in front of her, placing his hands over her own on her thighs. She
knew that he meant for her not to move her hands, so when he took his
hands away from her, she kept them where he had placed them.
Angela felt him moving away and held her breath in anticipation.
She couldn't keep her body from trembling while Scott stood behind her
preparing to strike the crop against her prominent ass.
It was taking his a long time, Angela squirmed while she waited in
excitement and fear for the whipping to start. She wanted to turn her
head and see what he was doing, but did not.
If she had looked over her shoulder, she would have seen Scott
staring intently at the gentle curve of her hips and ass. He was
holding the crop in both hands as he appraised her lithe body. After he
had gazed over her body for several seconds, he finally took the crop
in one hand and lashed it across the top of her bottom.
When she felt the sting, Angela nearly fell over in surprise. He
hadn't hit her very hard, but somehow she wasn't expecting it. Instead
of crying out, she had tightened up the muscles in her ass and emitted
a "Whooooo" sound from her lips. Scott gave her a few seconds to relax
before striking her ass again, just below where the first stroke had
landed.
Each stroke stung her, but it was a stinging sensation she very
much enjoyed. She found herself eagerly awaiting each stroke.
Angela whimpered while Scott methodically worked his way down her
lush ass. Each stroke landed just below where the previous one did. By
the time 15 strokes of the crop has sliced onto her bottom, he had only
worked his way halfway down her quivering, trembling ass.
Now he was working on the lower, fleshier portion. His strokes
became stronger in intensity, gaining moans of pain and pleasure from
the pretty woman. Angela was panting as she felt him striking her ass
harder as he got lower. She winced and cried out a little when he got
to the overhang and laid several strokes on the one place.
Angela felt herself somehow leaning over a little when the sting
from the riding crop quickly spread fire to her pulsating pussy. Now he
was whipping her harder than before, turning the lower globes of her
asscheeks brighter with every new stroke. Her bottom jerked in the air
as the heat in her ass drove her crazy. Even though she could feel the
sting, the strokes were not hurting her at all. He seemed to know
exactly how hard to strike her and where to place the stroke.
She felt herself rising higher and higher when Scott stopped
whipping her and ran his hands over her smooth ass, squeezing the
cheeks and getting a sharp squeal out of her.
"I'll bet you liked that, didn't you?" He whispered from behind her.
Angela squirmed against his squeezing hands and said. "Yes" is a voice
she hardly recognized as her own.
He was pushing her gently forward, over the bed. "Lay down in the
bed." He said shortly while keeping his hands on her hot bottom.
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Archive-name: Bondage/spicy14.txt
Archive-author: Robert 42
Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 14
Angela laid on the bed and moaned contentedly while Scott massaged
her soft asscheeks. Then he slapped her bottom sharply and told her to
turn over.
She groaned at the new sting and moved to obey his directive. Now
she turned on her back and gazed up at him. Her thighs were opened
slightly, he looked down at the soft curls on her pussy and saw her
excitement glistening on her cunt.
Scott stood over her and took one of her arms and brought it to the
corner of the bed where a pair of handcuffs were attached to the post.
He took the free end of them and clipped it on her wrist before moving
to the other side of the bed.
Angela quickly got the idea and moved her own hand toward the post
and let her other wrist be bound in the same fashion. Her eyes shone at
him when he moved to the foot of the bed and pulled one of her legs
toward the corner and attached a leg cuff to it. Her other leg was
already where he wanted it when he got to the other side.
She was spread eagle on his bed and watched him in fascination
while he looked down on her with lust smoking his eyes. He moved to the
head of the bed and reached his hand behind her neck, holding her head
up. He moved a pillow under her and let her head rest on it.
Angela didn't have the slightest notion of what he was going to do
to her next, but she did know that she was more excited than she could
ever remember being.
"Don't go away" He said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
She had to giggle at the little joke as he walked from the room.
While he was gone, Angela experimented with the cuffs that were
attached to each limb. She found that she could only move her arms and
legs a few inches, so there would be no getting away until he let her
go.
Scott returned a few minutes later with an armful of stuff. Most
notably a ziploc bag full of ice cubes and a table candle. He brought
it all to the bed and sat down alongside the lovely brunette while she
watched him in a bit of confusion.
"Now" he said, smiling down on her. "I'm going to show you something
fantastic."
Angela got a bit nervous when she saw him pick up a lighter and
light the candle. He set it on the nightstand (It was in a holder)
while he picked a cube of ice out of the bag. Holding the ice in one
hand, picking up the burning candle in the other, he leaned over the
bed and was leaning over her sexy body while she trembled underneath
him.
Her eyes were opened wide when he touched the ice to her left
nipple and held it there with the palm of his hand. Angela squealed and
thrashed on the bed as much as her binds would allow her. Which wasn't
all that much to be honest.
Angela groaned loudly when the frigid cold penetrated her skin and
pounded at her brain. Then Scott tipped the candle and let the hot wax
drip onto her other breast. The heat and the cold together blended to
drive the pretty woman almost to the brink of insanity. She cried out
in pain, in wonder, in need.
The cords of her neck stood out as she lifted her head as high as
she could while bucking underneath him. Her left nipple was completely
numb while the right one was being bathed by the steady dripping of the
hot candle wax.
"Ooooo God!" She cried. "Please stop!!" he stopped, but not the exact
way Angela had wanted him to.
Now he put the candle in his other hand while getting another cube
from the plastic bag. He dipped the candle and let it drip over her
frozen nipple while cupping his ice filled hand over her other one.
The extremes of the ice and the candle were doubly intensified when
they were now applied to her in this way. The hot seemed hotter on her
cold tit, while the cold seemed colder on her wax covered tit.
Her brain tried unsuccessfully to zero in on either of the two
sensations. The cries that came from her lips were more of bewilderment
than anything else. Angela closed her eyes and did her best to endure
the torture.
Now he was moving them lower, moving both of his hands in figure
eights around her stomach. Again, the extreme of cold and heat drove
her up the wall while her stomach got cold and hot at the same time.
Angela whimpered and sobbed in her frustration as she knew she was
helpless to do anything about what he was doing. Strangely enough, her
pussy seeped it's juices in a more liberal manner throughout the whole
thing.
Sexual excitement would have to be the last thing Angela thought
she would have been feeling at this point. But undeniably, there it
was mingling with the other sensations that rocked her long lithe body.
Scott got another cube and moved it over her vulva while the
brunette whined in anguish. Then she felt his fingers moving and
suddenly the invading cold was going inside her sopping cunt.
"Oh SHIT!!!!" She screamed while his finger pushed the crescent shaped
cube into her moist pussy. then the candle was being held over her and
dripping onto and all around her clitoris.
Her pussy throbbed and quickly melted the ice inside of her. He
blew out the candle and set it aside, watching her as she squirmed in
her sensation fogged stupor. Angela's mouth was opened while her body
trembled violently on the bed. Her arms and legs pulled against the
binds to no avail.
Scott undid his pants and pulled them down. his dick was rock hard
and he was ready to fuck her silly. Angela saw him climbing between her
spread thighs and moaned up at him. "Oh god, yes!" She said as she felt
his thin cock slicing between her legs and into her cunt. Her pussy
convulsed around his cock as he entered her easily to the hilt.
He fucked her steadily with powerful strokes. Angela whipped her
head from side to side while his cannonading prick sent wicked sparks
of pleasure to her brain. She sobbed and babbled incoherently as come
after wonderful come had her in oblivion. She enjoyed this roller
coaster ride for several blissful minutes before Scott lost his control
and spilled his load deep within her long body.
Angela floated back to earth as she lounged in the wonderful
afterglow of her wild experience. Her body tingled all over and she was
hardly aware that Scott had taken his weight off of her.
When her breathing got back to almost normal, she looked up at
Scott and gave him a sweet smile.
"That was wonderful.. and terrible all at the same time" He had taken a
towel and was brushing it over her body to dry up the water from the
melted ice and brush the flakes of wax that were on her. "I can't
believe how wild that was." She said to him.
"But I have to go the ladies room. Can you let me go now?" She
asked him with a smile on her face.
"Have to go to the bathroom huh?" He said as he got a key and undid
both ankles from the cuffs that held them open. He took her shoes off
and then undid her garter belt, pulling it down, the straps connecting
to her stockings rolling them off her legs.
"I'll fix you right up, honey" He said as he stood up and went to
his closet. Angela watched in wonder when he brought out a cardboard
box and set it on the floor next to the bed.
Scott sat on the bed and reached into the box, pulling out some
kind of white cloth. Angela looked at it quizzically for a moment,
thinking that it reminded her of a.... DIAPER! her mind screamed at
her.
"Scott.. What are you doing?" She asked with a bit of a quiver in her
voice.
"You said you had to go to the bathroom, didn't you?"
"Yes, but i'd much prefer to go on my own." She said. He shook his
head at her.
"No.. I couldn't have that." He said as he told her to lift her ass up
so he could get it under her.
"No!" She hollered at him, refusing to allow herself to be diapered
like an infant.
"Angela." He said calmly. "Don't be a bad girl." His hand was on her
thigh, stroking it softly. "Now lift your bottom up for me so I can put
your diaper on you."
Angela's face was red and she looked up and decided that Scott was
crazy. "Let me go, Scott. This instant!" She commanded him.
"You're not going to be a good little girl and lift your pretty bottom
for me?" He asked her innocently.
"No! You're not putting that thing on me." She said firmly.
He was twisting her legs until she was almost on her side. Her ass
was uncovered while her shoulders ached from the strain.
"I'm afraid i'm going to have to give you a spanking, honey." He said
softly. Before Angela had the chance to protest, Scott was slapping her
bottom while he held her legs still with his other arm.
Angela cried out in pain and frustration as Scott slapped her ass a
god 15 times in rapid fire fashion. Tears were welling up in her eyes
when he let her legs go and she fell back onto her back.
"Now, are you going to be a good girl and lift your little ass for me?"
He asked her again.
Angela was afraid of what he might do to her next. She sobbed in
defeat as she lifted her hips off the bed and felt his hands moving
under her. He seemed to know what it was that he was doing and soon had
her trussed up in an adult sized diaper. Then he pulled out some
plastic pants and slid them over one, then the other foot while Angela
cried in sheer humiliation.
"There you go, sweetheart." He said to her lovingly. "When you make
in your diaper, i'll come back and change it for you." He leaned over
and kissed her on the lips before she could turn her head away.
Scott had left the room and turned on the television while Angela
laid there and cried unashamed in her frustration and embarrassment. The
insistent need to relieve herself mounted until she felt her bladder
was about to burst.
More than an hour had passed since Scott had left her alone,
handcuffed to the bed with nothing on but a diaper and plastic pants.
Angela sobbed silently when she couldn't take it any longer and let her
bladder empty into the diaper. Once she had finished, she realised that
all the urine was still present in the cotton diaper.
Scott must have been watching a movie or something. It was another
half hour before he came back into the room. Angela was squirming on
the bed while whimpering is distress.
"What's the matter, honey?" The urgency was in her lovely eyes when she
looked up at him.
"It burns! Please take it off" She begged him in a whiny voice.
"Okay, baby. I'll change your diaper for you." He said as he left the
room.
He came back a few seconds later with a wet washcloth. He sat down
next to Angela and took the plastic pants off of her. Then he undid the
pins and told her to lift her ass again as he pulled the soaked diaper
away from her.
Then he was using the warm washcloth on her pussy. Angela sighed in
relief when the comforting warmth was being washed over her. She felt a
lot better now that the diaper had been taken off. But somehow, Scott
was making her feel strange. Angela felt somehow protected by him.
She cooed contentedly when Scott got some powder from the box and
was sprinkling it on her pussy and thighs. She actually began to feel
like a baby while he went on with his task. Angela obediently lifted
her hips without being told to when Scott got another diaper from the
box and put it on her.
Angela was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being pampered like
that. But her arms were aching and she asked to be released from the
cuffs. She rubbed her aching wrists when he undid the cuffs.
She sat up as Scott was moving around the room cleaning up some
things. "Hey" She said "Don't I get a pacifier?" she asked him with a
little giggle. Scott went back to the box and reached into it. Sure
enough, he pulled out an over sized pacifier.
Angela looked at it for a moment while he held it out to her. "I
think" she started, reaching up and undoing his pants. "That i'd much
rather suck on this." down came his pants and she leaned over and took
him deep into her mouth.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Bridgette had just gotten dressed and was sitting at her mirror
shaking like crazy. Angela walked into the room and sat on the bed. The
two sisters studied each other for a moment before Angela spoke.
"Daddy would have been so proud of this day." She said. Bridgette
turned to the mirror and picked up her hairbrush, making one or two
last minute adjustments.
"How many people are out there?" She asked her younger sister.
"About 45 or so. Are you nervous, Bridge?" She had finished with the
hairbrush and was now using hairspray to keep it in place.
"A little. I guess that's normal." Angela smiled at her. "What about
you, Angie? Are you ok?"
"I'm great. Scott and I are going to move into a bigger apartment next
month. So we can have a play room." Bridgette giggled at her.
"Both of you are crazy!" Angela laughed and nodded her head.
"I suppose we are, at that." Then she got serious. "Is this really what
you want, Bridge?"
"Yeah, this is what I want." She said simply. Angela stood up.
"Okay then. I'll go tell them that you're ready."
Bridgette stood and hugged her sister tight. "I love you so much,
Angie!" Angela put her arms gently around her sister. "I love you too..
But don't start crying, this is supposed to be a happy occasion,
remember?"
"How can I forget!" Angela walked from the room and returned a moment
later.
"Okay, big sister. It's showtime."
The familiar sound of the Wedding March filled the room as Angela
slowly escorted her sister into the living room where James and Jason
stood waiting near a corner. A justice was standing and chatting with
them when the music had started.
Angela and Bridgette walked to where they were waiting. When they
got close enough, a smiling James took Bridgette's hand and turned
toward the justice.
All around the room, stood their friends and relatives. A few had
cameras and were taking pictures. The service was a simple civil
ceremony and within 10 minutes, James and Bridgette were pronounced
husband and wife. When they kissed, Bridgette whispered in his ear. "He
means master and slave."
After the obligatory toasting, everyone started to celebrate the
occasion. Looking around the living room. We see Anna, standing with
Jason and Vickie.
Anna had moved into their home 2 months before and embarked upon a
truly wonderful relationship with the couple. She was able to conduct
her business at their house and still be able to enjoy both of them,
and their company. Although the beginning almost turned into disaster,
everything had been worked out fine.
Angela stood talking to Scott and one of James' friends in another
part of the room. They're one night in his apartment 2 months earlier
blossomed into much more. Even though she was dressed elegantly, Angela
still looked at people and wondered if they knew that she always wore a
diaper. The day after their dinner, he had taken her to a drug store
and bought several boxes of disposable adult diapers.
Angela had been reluctant to wear a diaper to work. She protested
loudly when Scott told her to. But he flipped her bare assed over his
lap and gave her a sound spanking, she agreed to do as he wanted. She
was careful not to wear anything too clingy for fear of having anyone
see.
She loved the feeling of having someone pamper her and take care of
all of her needs. And in return, he used her body for his, and both of
their pleasure. Angela was able to get whatever she wanted, whenever she
wanted by simply acting like a baby. Their current relationship suits
her fine.
And then, there's the happy couple. Bridgette had given herself
totally to James, becoming his slave. As his slave, Bridgette insisted
that he keep a tight rein on her. Meaning that she wanted to be
punished for every little thing she did wrong. Which was, at least 4
times a week.
And during these frequent punishment sessions, Bridgette never
failed to turn into a sexual dynamo and completely drain him of his
energy.
Talk to Anna, Jason, Angela and Bridgette, the submissives who give
their body freely to the dominant to do with as they please. But each
one of them know, that the farther they submit, the more they give
their bodies to their master or mistress... The more the dominant
becomes putty in their hands.
Yes, James, Scott, and Vickie have power over their charges. But tell
me, who has the REAL power here?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
In writing this, my third book dealing with the world of B&D. I've
tried to take a more lighthearted look at the whole scene. As in my
earlier works, I invite you the reader to send me your comments about
what you have read.
In fact, about the only way I can tell how many people are reading
my stuff, is to hear from them in mail or in chat. I ask you to take a
few seconds to drop me a line and at least tell me that you've read the
book(s).
I do intend to keep writing, but as of this date 9-7-89. I don't
have a clear idea of what I want to do next. But you can be sure that
it WILL be hot.
Thank You and enjoy the reading.
Robert 42
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