Brianna
By The Collector with Erin
Punished Again or My Sweet Muscle Girl


Copyright 2001 the Collector

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Send
comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com

I said goodbye to George, grabbed my clubs, and headed into the house. I
glanced at my watch and noticed I was late...again. I’d catch hell, but she’d
get over it.

I walked in, left my clubs in the foyer, and found Brianna curled up on the
couch in her robe reading a magazine. The smell of dinner was still in the
air...I was starved.

"Hi honey" I said as I entered the living room.

"You’re late...how many times do you have to be told?" she asked.

"Sorry...we played the back nine. I just lost track of time," I said casually.
I headed for the kitchen

"Dinner’s over...but you should know that" she said.

"I was just gonna..."

"I said...dinner’s over. Which word didn’t you hear?" she emphasized...in that
voice I knew better than to challenge.

"I’ll just get something quick and..." I started...then she appeared.

"What did I just say?" she asked, looking up at me.

"But I just wanted to..."

"Get out of my kitchen...and go to the bedroom. I’ll be in when I’m ready" she
said.

"Honey...I’ll just grab..." I pled. But she had had enough. She did what she
always did when I had gone too far...when her words of encouragement weren’t
sufficient.

She took off her bathrobe and laid it across the back of a chair. Underneath,
as she always did, she had on cutoffs and a half T-shirt on. I wish I could
patent her legs...they were slim, shapely, muscular, and as beautiful as a
woman should be allowed to have.

"Go get one of your clubs...that 2-iron thingy you’re always talking about"

"No honey...not my clubs!" I protested. She took two steps closer to me and
looked into my eyes.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Remember when we took
our vows...do you remember something about the word ‘obey’?"

"Yea...but that’s supposed to be..."

"You know which way it’s supposed to be," she said.

"You can get the club...or I’ll..."

"OK...OK...I’m going," I said. I scurried into the foyer, reached into my bag,
and pulled out the 2- iron.

I walked back into the kitchen slowly. I knew what was coming.

"Here...go ahead," I said, somewhat sadly, trying to appeal to her
sensitivities.

"Oh...poor baby...now go get me two more. That’s for being such a baby," she
said.

"Crap..." I muttered. I went back into the foyer, grabbed two more and strode
back into the kitchen. I handed them to her graciously.

"Honey...you have to be taught a lesson...you know that don’t you?" she asked.

"I guess"

She took the three clubs in her small hands at either end, then placed the
clubs behind my head. Slowly, she brought her arms to my front, bending the
clubs easily with her powerful arms. She had a smirk on her face that told me
there was nothing I could do to stop her.

As she did, her pretty biceps came to life as I looked to either side of me.
Suddenly, the loss of my clubs wasn’t so bad...nothing compared to Brianna’s
strength...or her beauty.

"What are you looking at Tim?" she asked. Though she knew the answer.

"Your...your muscles Brianna" I said, with a quiver in my voice. She knew when
I got like this, I was putty in her hands. I reached my hands up, and gently
placed them on her arms. Her muscles were rock-solid, as I knew they were, and
I felt her strength through my body, like nothing I’d eve felt before. I
gripped them tightly, and closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel
the power her incredible body next to mine.

"You like that don’t you?" she asked.

"Honey...your muscles...you’re so strong Brianna" I said succumbing to her.

She backed away.

"I’m going to the bedroom...I’ll call you when I’m ready" she said. She winked
as she left...and I couldn’t wait.

* * *

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying gently, every muscle in her
beautiful legs moving like a symphony to the thoughts within me. I wanted to
run after her, take her in my arms, and ravish her. But I knew in the mood she
was in, she’d simply overpower me when I got overzealous and leave me lying on
the living room floor to sleep for the night.

I didn’t understand it. Brianna’s no more than 5’3" and all of 110 pounds. But
at times, I’d swear she has the strength of ten men. She said she’s always
been immensely strong, even as a girl, she was stronger than all her older
brothers, her uncles...she said she hasn’t met anyone as strong as she is, but
isn’t prepared to make a claim there isn’t. I can’t believe it’s
possible...that nobody else has been given the gift of strength Brianna has.

And her muscles...I didn’t think a girl’s muscles could be as big, as
beautiful, or as powerful as Brianna’s. All she has to do is twitch her arm,
and they come to life. I’ve always thought of them as belonging to me, even
though they’re hers. Like her strength, it’s part mine too, though I’d never
tell her.

* * *

"Tim...come here" she called after twenty minutes.

I responded quickly, nearly running back to the bedroom, ready for a night
with the girl of my dreams. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Brianna, and she
knew it. Our bedroom was large, double the size of most. I found Brianna in
front of her vanity, brushing her long blonde hair. She had changed into a
pink negligee and had a pink bra and panties on underneath. She had slip on
sandals on that made her look almost 5’7", now only two inches shorter than I
was.

I went behind her, and stared at her beautiful face in the mirror.

"Honey...you’re so beautiful," I said as she stroked her hair. As she did, her
beautiful muscles danced for me and I knew any other measure of strength and
femininity could never match the woman the stood in front of me.

I placed my hands to her waist, then moved closely to nuzzle her neck.

"Not there" she said lowering her arms.

I slowly moved my hands to her shoulders, then down her arms until they
reached her biceps. I squeezed them, and then she looked back at me.

"No Tim...this is what I want" she said as she turned around. She moved closer
to me, then pushed me backwards slightly, and then walked towards me. A smile
came to her face as I moved backwards towards the bed.

"What do you want Tim?" she asked.

"You honey...your beautiful body...and your strength," I said quietly as she
pushed me back.

"My muscles too?" she asked as I felt the bed behind me.

"Yes...yes honey," I said as I fell back.

She kicked her shoes off, then moved on top of me. She grabbed my hands in
hers...I struggled as I always did actually believing I could hold her off. As
always, her superior strength was more than a match for me as she pinned my
hands to the bed.

She moved her face close to mine. Her blue eyes always seemed to look through
me, but it was her pretty pink lips I wanted to feel next to mine. She moved
her lips to my neck and gently nuzzled me for a few seconds, then moved back
to my ear. I felt a soft wisp of air from her sweet lips...she knew how that
got to me.

I tried to move my hands, to place them around her, but she held me firm. I
couldn’t do anything unless she’d let me. She often liked to keep me at bay,
just to assert her power...to let me know she was always in control of
me...and to remind me how strong she was, not that I ever needed it.

She moved her head up again, then moved ahead of me slightly, making sure I
saw her breasts that were yearning to be free of the bra that held them. I
moved my head up to try and kiss them, but she was just enough out of reach to
tease me.

"Are you ready Tim...are you ready for me?’ she asked.

"Brianna...yes...yes" I pled. She let my hands go then stood up. She reached
down, took my left hand in her right, and pulled me up.

"Wait here...I’ll be back in a minute," she said.

I did as I was told as she left. She came back two minutes later and held her
hand out to me.

"Come on...I have a surprise for you" she said.

I placed my arm around her as we walked from the bedroom. I didn’t know what
she had in mind, but if she wanted to do it, so did I.

We walked into the living room as I beamed with anticipation.

"Surprise honey!" she said as she looked towards the couch. On it, I saw a
pillow and blanket.

"You’re sleeping out here tonight honey. You wanted to be with George tonight,
and not me, so I thought you must want some time away from me"

"But honey..."

"Its OK Tim...I understand...really...I do" she said as she started towards
the bedroom.

"But honey...I didn’t mean..."

"Its OK Tim...I guess I’m just not beautiful enough...or strong enough" she
said.

"No honey...please...please?" I begged as the bedroom door shut.

I banged on the door, calling for her, but she ignored me. I kept after her
for a few minutes until finally she came to the door.

"Tim...go to sleep" she said forcefully.

"But Brianna...I just...."

"Tim...you’ll regret it if I have to open this door. Do you understand?" she
said.

"But Brianna..." I pled yet again. The door opened.

"Tim...I warned you," she said as she pushed me back into the hallway. She
placed a finger to my chest and kept pushing me backwards. I was helpless to
stop her.

We reached the living room.

"On the couch...now" she said.

I moved towards her, hoping to overcome her attitude.

"Tim...that’s it!" she pronounced. She grabbed my shirt in her right hand, and
slowly lifted me off the floor. As I rose, she turned to face the couch. Then
with a gentle move of her hand, she threw me back on the couch.

She came towards me, finally coming to a standstill in front of me, her legs
spread, her hands on her hips.

"Honey...what are you...what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Punish you...like I should," she said.

"Honey.... No...not that" I pled. I knew what was in store. I jumped off the
couch, went to my knees and placed my hands on her legs. Then I started
kissing each of them, worshipping her, and begging her.

"Tim...it’s too late" she said quietly.

"Brianna...please honey...anything but that" I pled.

"Tim...get back on the couch...now," she said.

I did as ordered, albeit resignedly. I knew it was going to happen...there was
nothing I could do to stop it.

"What about tomorrow night" I asked.

"Maybe...if you’re good" she said. She left, and I fell
asleep...frustrated...with nothing but her on my mind.

* * *

We arrived back home at just after nine. She had fallen asleep beside me, her
head resting on my shoulder. I took her hand in mine, and squeezed it softly.
She responded...and I knew it was going to be a good night. We entered and I
closed the door behind me, then turned to look at her.

"You want your strong girl tonight?" she asked looking up at me. She was
tired, but I knew that look.

I looked back at her, my eyes pleading with her, and she smiled, then reached
up and kissed me.

"I think I have something for you" she said sweetly.

"What honey?" I asked.

"Oh...something very pretty...and very strong...and I’m in one of those moods
again" she said. I smiled when she said it...I knew what it meant.

She turned sideways in her seat, then rolled up the sleeve of her blouse. Then
she slowly curled her arm, and her pretty bicep came to life, rising slowly
off her arm. I reached for it.

"Oh honey...my sweet muscle girl..." I whispered. I kissed it softly, and then
we both hurriedly ran into the house, tore through it, and found the bedroom.

* * *

I hated going to her mother’s. She never made me go unless she was mad at
me...it was how she punished me. She always pissed Brianna off...and Brianna
always took it out on me. Her strong, sensuous body was always primed for a
release when we got home...and she always took it out on me...jut one more
reason I loved her.