Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Bridgette Gives It Her All (MFF, bd, cons)
Date: 24 Sep 1995 23:48:03 GMT

		      Bridgette Gives It Her All

	For the first time in all her thirty-four 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 two or three 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 fifteen 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 all right. 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. "Ahhhh. 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.

	"All right, 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," her 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 twenty 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 ten strokes on her shapely thighs. Bridgette
screeched in a combination of shock, pain, and ecstasy 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 ten 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!"