SOMETHING A LITTLE SPICY CHAPTER 4 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. :eject 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. :eject 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. :eject 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. :eject 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. :eject 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. :eject