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                           SOMETHING A LITTLE SPICY
                                   CHAPTER 8

        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.
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        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."
:eject

        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.
:eject

        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.
:eject

        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.
:eject

        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!"

:eject