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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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