Alyssa Brooks - Power Outage

Bad Girl

I don’t answer to a boss, I am the boss. No man rules me. I’m not a pushover, not a weak woman. Some might accuse me of being bitchy, but the fact is, I like being a bitch.

But sometimes, just sometimes, this deeper yearning fills me. The need to submit, to be taught a lesson for all of my high-handed ways, the yearning to be disciplined, filters into the recesses of my mind and takes hold of me. Being spanked arouses me like nothing else does.

Yes, just sometimes I want a man to control me, to put me in my place, to dominant me. It would never fly in real life, but in the bedroom…

The first time I allowed my husband, Cole, to spank me, I was petrified--not of the pain mind you--but of relinquishing my control, of embarrassing myself.

Now, I know better. Letting him spank me is just another way of getting what I want. And I want it right now.

“I’ve been a bad, bad girl,” I whisper in Cole’s ear, straddling him. “Bad.”

My lips toy with his earlobe, my already dampened sex brushing the bulge in his lap. The shaft elongates and hardens at lighting speed, coming to stand between my thighs, promising a stiff penalty for my naughtiness.

Just the thought, the thrill, of a good spanking has me near ready to cream. I need him. I need this.

“Yes, you most certainly have been,” he answers, his rough and manly reply turning me on even more. His hands circle my waist, pulling me down over his knees. “Bottom up. No flinching.”

I obey him, relishing in my role as I lift my ass in the air to accept his hand. His first slap is light, his palm almost gently connecting with my sensitive flesh, preparing me. Then next hit is not so nice, biting into the left globe of my buttocks with a delicious sting.

Hot damn!

I lift my ass higher, encouraging him. “I’m so bad.” My sex pulsates, so wet my dripping arousal warms my upper thighs. “Punish me.”

With a low growl, he continues to spank me with moderated, steady slaps I so deserve and desire. By now, he knows not to hurt, but to love me with the discipline I crave. Alternating between each cheek, he makes sure my bottom will be red and hot long after he begins fucking me. The fire burning my ass is stimulating and I want to be branded with it. I want to remember even when this is done and over and I’m watching television two hours from now.

“More!” I demand. "Give me more!" I expect the spanking to increase, but instead, he lifts me, tossing me belly down on the bed. That’s part of the fantasy – he’s punishing me, not giving me what I want.

Damn, Cole is good.

A new surge of arousal pulses through my body. My nipples tighten even further, the tight buds almost in pain, and my clit throbs, aching for his commanding, domineering touch.

His hands lock around my thighs, lift my rear high. He grasps each of my ass cheeks, holding my stinging behind tight as his mouth claims my pussy, licking at my desire. I reach under my torso and pinch the nerve-infused peaks of my breast, tweaking them in tight, demanding movements. Flutters of sensation dance across the flushed skin of my chest and I coax and twist my nipples in unrelenting half circles.

His tongue strokes my labia, moving upwards to my puckering anus. Gently, he probes the hole, making me moan with heated desire. I tighten the muscles in my lower body, barely able to withstand with sexual need overpowering me. His tongue dives into my folds, followed quickly by his fingers as he plunges his hand deep in my vagina. The need is almost unbearable, but I force myself to withstand it.

He fucks me vigorously with his hand, drawing the swollen bud of my clit between his teeth harshly. His attentions push me to the brink, and I bury my face in the pillow, crying out, my every muscle constricting as I refrain from an orgasm.

Finally, Cole straightens, grasps each half of my burning ass as he positions himself to enter me. Bracing me, he slams into my dripping wet sheath with one single, driving plunge, sinking deep into my pussy. Together we ride, our bodies gyrating and grinding together. His hand once again connects with my sore bottom, slapping lightly to remind me just who is in charge, at least in the bedroom.

A climax explodes through me, sending my whole body through a series of convulsions. I knot my fingers in the sheets, screaming out as I come good, damn good, then collapse, spent.

Quite contented, I relax as he finishes. He spills his semen in me in several jerky movements, then stills. After a moment, he leans over my body, nibbling my ear.

“I’m feeling good again,” I sigh, loving his kisses. “Very good.”


		Back to Extras Bad Girl I don’t answer to a boss, I am the boss. No man rules me. I’m not a pushover, not a weak woman. Some might accuse me of being bitchy, but the fact is, I like being a bitch. But sometimes, just sometimes, this deeper yearning fills me. The need to submit, to be taught a lesson for all of my high-handed ways, the yearning to be disciplined, filters into the recesses of my mind and takes hold of me. Being spanked arouses me like nothing else does. Yes, just sometimes I want a man to control me, to put me in my place, to dominant me. It would never fly in real life, but in the bedroom… The first time I allowed my husband, Cole, to spank me, I was petrified--not of the pain mind you--but of relinquishing my control, of embarrassing myself. Now, I know better. Letting him spank me is just another way of getting what I want. And I want it right now. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl,” I whisper in Cole’s ear, straddling him. “Bad.” My lips toy with his earlobe, my already dampened sex brushing the bulge in his lap. The shaft elongates and hardens at lighting speed, coming to stand between my thighs, promising a stiff penalty for my naughtiness. Just the thought, the thrill, of a good spanking has me near ready to cream. I need him. I need this. “Yes, you most certainly have been,” he answers, his rough and manly reply turning me on even more. His hands circle my waist, pulling me down over his knees. “Bottom up. No flinching.” I obey him, relishing in my role as I lift my ass in the air to accept his hand. His first slap is light, his palm almost gently connecting with my sensitive flesh, preparing me. Then next hit is not so nice, biting into the left globe of my buttocks with a delicious sting. Hot damn! I lift my ass higher, encouraging him. “I’m so bad.” My sex pulsates, so wet my dripping arousal warms my upper thighs. “Punish me.” With a low growl, he continues to spank me with moderated, steady slaps I so deserve and desire. By now, he knows not to hurt, but to love me with the discipline I crave. Alternating between each cheek, he makes sure my bottom will be red and hot long after he begins fucking me. The fire burning my ass is stimulating and I want to be branded with it. I want to remember even when this is done and over and I’m watching television two hours from now. “More!” I demand. "Give me more!" I expect the spanking to increase, but instead, he lifts me, tossing me belly down on the bed. That’s part of the fantasy – he’s punishing me, not giving me what I want. Damn, Cole is good. A new surge of arousal pulses through my body. My nipples tighten even further, the tight buds almost in pain, and my clit throbs, aching for his commanding, domineering touch. His hands lock around my thighs, lift my rear high. He grasps each of my ass cheeks, holding my stinging behind tight as his mouth claims my pussy, licking at my desire. I reach under my torso and pinch the nerve-infused peaks of my breast, tweaking them in tight, demanding movements. Flutters of sensation dance across the flushed skin of my chest and I coax and twist my nipples in unrelenting half circles. His tongue strokes my labia, moving upwards to my puckering anus. Gently, he probes the hole, making me moan with heated desire. I tighten the muscles in my lower body, barely able to withstand with sexual need overpowering me. His tongue dives into my folds, followed quickly by his fingers as he plunges his hand deep in my vagina. The need is almost unbearable, but I force myself to withstand it. He fucks me vigorously with his hand, drawing the swollen bud of my clit between his teeth harshly. His attentions push me to the brink, and I bury my face in the pillow, crying out, my every muscle constricting as I refrain from an orgasm. Finally, Cole straightens, grasps each half of my burning ass as he positions himself to enter me. Bracing me, he slams into my dripping wet sheath with one single, driving plunge, sinking deep into my pussy. Together we ride, our bodies gyrating and grinding together. His hand once again connects with my sore bottom, slapping lightly to remind me just who is in charge, at least in the bedroom. A climax explodes through me, sending my whole body through a series of convulsions. I knot my fingers in the sheets, screaming out as I come good, damn good, then collapse, spent. Quite contented, I relax as he finishes. He spills his semen in me in several jerky movements, then stills. After a moment, he leans over my body, nibbling my ear. “I’m feeling good again,” I sigh, loving his kisses. “Very good.” Website Design by Crocodesigns \|\| © Copyright 2006 Alyssa Brooks. All rights reserved.