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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