Hey You Wonderful Reader People You!!!
Michelle here. Late. Had to go see the parents, an hour away. It was Mom’s 85th birthday. Both she and Dad are still chugging along. Dad’s 87. They loooove their retirement home. Love. It. I love the food, myself. I always eat too much. It was a nice day.
Then somehow I wrecked my shoulder and I gotta tell you how much typing hurts. Yowsa. So I’m gonna cut this short and get into a better position.
Okie-dokie. I think you’re going to like today’s selection. After reading it, I like Rob again. And I think he’s going to learn an important lesson and hopefully won’t have to revisit it. Being a Dom is a great responsibility and even the best can make mistakes.
Anyhow, I hope you’ve all got wonderful plans for the weekend, I’ll be in that stupid garage again, going through boxes and trying to de-rat-ify the place (I HATE RATS!!).
I hate being an adult sometimes. I just want to play!
Hope your day and week are fabulous,
Hugs,
Michelle
Furious, Gerry stood there, shaking, so angry with him and herself, she couldn’t see straight. Her ass felt like a swarm of bees had stung it, Rob was mad at her and none of it was her fault! After a good ten minutes, she began to calm down. The only way out was to apologize to him. Even though she was glad she’s smacked him in the face with the box, she had to lie to him and say she was sorry. It was the only way to save the day.
They’d planned on taking a hike in Memorial Park in Pescadero and she greatly wanted to do that. The only way to get him to go was to beg his stupid forgiveness. Then maybe she’d give him a flat tire or something later on in the week to ease her anger. The big dumb jerk. The thought of slicing the tires on his precious Acura made her feel better.
Twenty minutes later, he came out of the bathroom. “Are you ready to apologize?”
She turned towards him and tried to look penitent. “Yes, I’m very sorry, honey. I think I’ve got PMS,” she lied. “I’m sorry for attacking those ladies without provocation and I’m sorry I threw that box at you.” She mentally crossed her fingers.
His shoulders relaxed, he held out his arms. Even though she wanted to smack him upside the head, she went and hugged him.
He kissed her and pulled away. “Thank you, honey.” He brushed some dark hair out of her eyes. “I love you. You know, you always end up so reasonable after these outbursts. And after a good spanking. Do you still want to go on that hike?”
She nodded vigorously.
He smiled. “Good girl. You go get cleaned up and we’ll leave soon. We can stop at It’s Italia for lunch. How does that sound?”
“Great,” she said, trying to sound chipper.
He kissed her on the cheek and she went into the bathroom. She turned on the fan, grabbed a towel and pressed it to her face. Screaming into it, she swore and told that jerk exactly what she thought of him. After she got all that out, she took a shower and got ready to go.
Surrounded by tall redwoods, the air smelled divine in the park. They crossed a babbling creek and walked the trail, taking in the gorgeous forest. Birds sang, bees buzzed, the scent of barbecue and the sounds of children playing filled the air. It was a beautiful day. Gerry had even managed to forgive her stupid husband and greatly enjoyed his company and the hike.
They were headed back to their car when out of nowhere, Janet Torres approached them. Gerry nearly had a heart attack, but managed to recover. She didn’t dare look at Rob.
“Gerry! Rob! I can’t believe I’m seeing you here. I’m so glad. Oh, man, I’ve been meaning to talk to you guys. Do you have a second?”
“Uh, sure, Janet, what is it?” Gerry asked.
“I haven’t slept since that damned block party. I feel so bad, I just have to get this off my chest. I hate to admit to this, but I just feel terrible. I won’t blame you if you never want to talk to me again, but I really blew it and I need to tell you.”
The pit of Gerry’s stomach felt funny. Janet wasn’t going to apologize, was she?
Rob seemed concerned. “What is it?”
Janet ran her hand over her dark hair and rubbed her brow, her face red with shame. “Oh, God, I don’t know how to say it so I just will. I should have told those bitches to shut up, but I didn’t and I hate myself for it. See, we were at that dumb block party and I was talking to Tamara, Velma and Carrie. Tamara started in on you, Gerry, and I should have stuck up for you. I don’t know why but all three of those women have a case against you guys. Especially you, Gerry. I think it’s because you’re famous and so loved in the neighborhood by the rest of the people. Tamara and Velma brought up this idea of getting you two to move. Velma really hates you two because she thinks that Gerry stole you from her, Rob. She was really convinced you were about to propose or something and got this really evil look on her face and started concocting this plan where they were gonna have all these parties and not invite you guys. And try to turn everyone against you. Then when Gerry was out-of-town, she was going to invite you over, Rob, and try to seduce you. Her whole plan was to get Gerry and you to break up, and get Gerry out of the neighborhood. Carrie really jumped on it, showing me a side I had no idea she had. Apparently, when she was in high school, she got some poor girl to quit school—she and her horrible cheerleader bitch friends. Well, I didn’t know what to do. I was too chicken to go against them, so I kinda went along with it and I’m so sorry. I had no intention of playing along with their plans, but I didn’t stick up for you and I should have. Well, thankfully, all those ladies now have their own problems, but I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate you and everything you’ve done for my kids. And I really like you guys. And I’m so sorry, Gerry. I won’t blame you if you never speak to me again.”
Gerry reached out and hugged Janet. “Honey, don’t worry about it. You’re forgiven and it’s all done. No worries here.” While inwardly, all she could think about was Janet’s destroyed house. Jesus Christ, what a mess!
Janet pulled away, tears were in her eyes. “You guys are the best, the absolute best. I swear, next time, I’ll walk away or tell them all to go to hell. That was a horrible party and horrible women. I hope they move.”
They said their good-byes and headed to their car. Gerry had so much work to do that night, it wasn’t funny.
Gerry got in the car, Rob went to turnover the engine, but stopped and turned to her. “I feel like an idiot. I’m such a jerk. I can’t stand how I treated you. I didn’t believe you and I should have. What a great husband I am to you. Janet was pretty accurate, wasn’t she? You told me pretty much the exact same story.”
“That’s why I went home and puked and went to bed. I had no idea how much those women hated me.”
Rob seemed ashamed. Frowning, his shoulders slumped, his face reddened. “I’m so sorry, honey. Should have been there for you. Crossed the line with that spanking today. You trust me enough to allow me to discipline you when you’re bad. But I misused my power and… bad reflection on me. I’m really sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”
“Honey, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I need to make it up to you. Anything. What can I do? Just tell me.”
Gerry sighed and looked away. Should she ask him? She could really use the help.
“What? What? Oh, God. You did do something horrible to Janet, didn’t you?”
Gerry nodded. “Will you help me undo what I did?”
Pursing his lips, he nodded. “How bad is it?”
“Pretty bad. We should stop by Home Depot for some paint.”
“I’ll hate it, but I owe you.” He sighed. “Home Depot it is.”
©2008 Michelle Carlyle
Friday, November 6, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
The Final Victim, Part Two
Hey There!
I won two more contests for my vanilla work!!! Yay!! That’s a total of four wins for this same novel! Yay!!! I’m so excited!!!
Now if only my hubby could find some work. He’s working hard on cold-calling, his website and tracking down contacts on Linked In. He’s doing really well with the job search. Now if only potential employers would freakin’ do their part and give him a bloody job.
Oh, well. Whatever. After I found out I won yesterday, we had a great dinner followed by marvelous spanky sex. I know spanking is supposed to be a punishment, but it’s my favorite reward. I also finished a couple new Rob and Gerry stories, one of which totally cracked me up, but you guys will have to wait to read it. Or join Discipline and Desire, which is where it will appear fairly soon.
Now onto the second part of the final story in the current Rob and Gerry saga. And yes, this is one where Rob learns an important lesson. Gerry… well, I’m not sure she’s ever gonna get it. That is one pig-headed woman. Anyway, please bear with Rob’s lunkheadedness for the next part here. Doms aren’t always right and sometimes need to learn that. Rob’s a great guy, but can get full of himself. And Gerry doesn’t exactly help herself in this situation.
Hugs to you all and see you next week!
Michelle
Rob shook his head. “I can’t believe this. Are you sure you heard that? I can’t believe those women would care enough about you to the point where they concocted a plan to get rid of you. I think they knew you were there and were pulling your leg. You took their joke seriously, honey. They were probably only kidding. And as far as Carrie in high school, people do stupid things when they’re kids. She was probably more embarrassed and wanted to get all that off her chest. You probably just misinterpreted the conversation.”
Gerry exploded. “See? This is why I didn’t tell you! I knew you wouldn’t believe me! Fine! Believe the other people, spank me because I’m horrible and evil and can’t hear correctly!” She pushed aside the covers and got out of bed. “I’m going to go sleep in my office. I’m sick of you not believing me! And you ask me to trust you! Why? You only blame me for every damn thing that happens around here! Next I’ll be responsible for global warming and the rain! Gerry Kinter, responsible for the war in Iraq!”
“Gerry! Come back here!”
“No!”
Storming out of the room, she slammed the bedroom door and hurried to her office. Damn him! He made her so mad! He never believed her!
Later, at around nine, Gerry went into the kitchen for breakfast. Rob sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading his paper. She decided not to acknowledge him.
“You may not be speaking to me, but this is not my fault, all this nonsense of yours. You’re out-of-control and are going to wind up in jail with all your hijinks. And just because I don’t believe your actions are warranted and you’re mad at me, doesn’t mean you won’t be receiving a spanking this morning. You still snuck out, I warned you and you will be punished.”
“You suck!” She turned and flounced out of the room, headed for the bedroom to take a shower. She’d eat after her stupid husband left the kitchen.
“Gerry, come back here!”
“No! You suck and I’m not speaking to you!”
“You’re not supposed to yell at someone when you’re not speaking to them,” he called out.
“Shut up!” She slammed the bedroom door so hard, two small paintings fell off the wall. “Goddamn it!”
She picked up the paintings and threw them across the room. Working herself up into a good lather, she swept all the objects off the top of her dresser, picked up a small porcelain box Rob had given her and hurled it across the room.
Rob opened the door and caught the box right above his eye. “Ow!” He clutched his brow. “What the hell is your problem, lady?”
“Why the hell did you open the door that moment, you idiot?”
Holding his hand over his brow where the box had hit him, his other eye flamed her. “That’s it!”
His cheeks a deep shade of red, anger lines creasing his handsome face, Rob came for her. She darted around the bed, heading for the sliding glass doors to the patio. He caught her at the doors and dragged her over to the bed.
Screaming, she fought him for all she was worth.
“Stop fighting me!”
“No! You suck!”
“Stop saying that!”
“No!”
It took him a good few minutes to wrestle her across his lap. Once there, he pinned her good, grabbed the hem of her nightgown and yanked it up to the middle of her back.
Searing pain scorched her ass; Rob laid down a series of horrid swats on her poor bare behind. She screamed like a banshee, kicking and punching the bed, flailing as much as she could.
Rob peppered her behind with the worst swats she’d felt from him with his hand.
“You will calm down and stop acting like such a maniac!” He spanked her sit spots with vigor. “You will obey me, woman!”
He became like a horrid spanking machine, swatting each bun in turn with tremendous force, roasting her butt like a piece of chicken on a griddle.
“You are out-of-control!”
Fiery strikes overwhelmed her ass; she bellowed and cried, infuriated and in agony. The pain was awe-inspiring. She’d really pissed him off.
“You will stop fighting me!” Swat, swat, horrible swat. “You will stop throwing things and causing all this destruction!” A series of stinging swats sizzled her backside. “You won’t throw my presents in my face and give me bruises!” He emphasized his words with an all-out assault on her sit spots.
She yowled, threatened him, screamed and called him all kinds of names. Which only made him spank her harder.
On and on, her punishment went. Rob spanked the sides of her butt, the top, each cheek—one then the other—and scalded the top of her thighs with his firm hand.
Finally, she had no more fight left in her. She sobbed, draped across his lap like a limp noodle.
Normally, he’d stop when she collapsed. But not this time. Rotating the swats, he traveled around and around her ass, spanking her harder than he ever had. For a grand finale, he blanket-bombed her sit spots with amazing force. Her body wracked with sobs, she cried so hard, she could barely catch her breath.
He stopped, pushed her off his lap and onto the bed. “Now you go into the corner and stand there for a half an hour and think about how you treated me! You really pissed me off, Gerry. I’m going to take a long hot shower and try to forgive you. First you over-react at some stupid conversation you misunderstood, do these heinous crimes to your neighbors, then you attack me. I’m very disappointed in you.”
Sobbing harder, she shuffled to the corner of the bedroom, kicking the objects out of her way that she’d tossed off her dresser.
Furious, she stood there, shaking, so angry with him and herself, she couldn’t see straight. Her ass felt like a swarm of bees had stung it, Rob was mad at her and none of it was her fault! After a good ten minutes, she began to calm down. The only way out was to apologize to him. Even though she was glad she’s smacked him in the face with the box, she had to lie to him and say she was sorry. It was the only way to save the day.
They’d planned on taking a hike in Memorial Park in Pescadero and she greatly wanted to do that. The only way to get him to go was to beg his stupid forgiveness. Then maybe she’d give him a flat tire or something later on in the week to ease her anger. The big dumb jerk. The thought of slicing the tires on his precious Acura made her feel better.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
I won two more contests for my vanilla work!!! Yay!! That’s a total of four wins for this same novel! Yay!!! I’m so excited!!!
Now if only my hubby could find some work. He’s working hard on cold-calling, his website and tracking down contacts on Linked In. He’s doing really well with the job search. Now if only potential employers would freakin’ do their part and give him a bloody job.
Oh, well. Whatever. After I found out I won yesterday, we had a great dinner followed by marvelous spanky sex. I know spanking is supposed to be a punishment, but it’s my favorite reward. I also finished a couple new Rob and Gerry stories, one of which totally cracked me up, but you guys will have to wait to read it. Or join Discipline and Desire, which is where it will appear fairly soon.
Now onto the second part of the final story in the current Rob and Gerry saga. And yes, this is one where Rob learns an important lesson. Gerry… well, I’m not sure she’s ever gonna get it. That is one pig-headed woman. Anyway, please bear with Rob’s lunkheadedness for the next part here. Doms aren’t always right and sometimes need to learn that. Rob’s a great guy, but can get full of himself. And Gerry doesn’t exactly help herself in this situation.
Hugs to you all and see you next week!
Michelle
Rob shook his head. “I can’t believe this. Are you sure you heard that? I can’t believe those women would care enough about you to the point where they concocted a plan to get rid of you. I think they knew you were there and were pulling your leg. You took their joke seriously, honey. They were probably only kidding. And as far as Carrie in high school, people do stupid things when they’re kids. She was probably more embarrassed and wanted to get all that off her chest. You probably just misinterpreted the conversation.”
Gerry exploded. “See? This is why I didn’t tell you! I knew you wouldn’t believe me! Fine! Believe the other people, spank me because I’m horrible and evil and can’t hear correctly!” She pushed aside the covers and got out of bed. “I’m going to go sleep in my office. I’m sick of you not believing me! And you ask me to trust you! Why? You only blame me for every damn thing that happens around here! Next I’ll be responsible for global warming and the rain! Gerry Kinter, responsible for the war in Iraq!”
“Gerry! Come back here!”
“No!”
Storming out of the room, she slammed the bedroom door and hurried to her office. Damn him! He made her so mad! He never believed her!
Later, at around nine, Gerry went into the kitchen for breakfast. Rob sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading his paper. She decided not to acknowledge him.
“You may not be speaking to me, but this is not my fault, all this nonsense of yours. You’re out-of-control and are going to wind up in jail with all your hijinks. And just because I don’t believe your actions are warranted and you’re mad at me, doesn’t mean you won’t be receiving a spanking this morning. You still snuck out, I warned you and you will be punished.”
“You suck!” She turned and flounced out of the room, headed for the bedroom to take a shower. She’d eat after her stupid husband left the kitchen.
“Gerry, come back here!”
“No! You suck and I’m not speaking to you!”
“You’re not supposed to yell at someone when you’re not speaking to them,” he called out.
“Shut up!” She slammed the bedroom door so hard, two small paintings fell off the wall. “Goddamn it!”
She picked up the paintings and threw them across the room. Working herself up into a good lather, she swept all the objects off the top of her dresser, picked up a small porcelain box Rob had given her and hurled it across the room.
Rob opened the door and caught the box right above his eye. “Ow!” He clutched his brow. “What the hell is your problem, lady?”
“Why the hell did you open the door that moment, you idiot?”
Holding his hand over his brow where the box had hit him, his other eye flamed her. “That’s it!”
His cheeks a deep shade of red, anger lines creasing his handsome face, Rob came for her. She darted around the bed, heading for the sliding glass doors to the patio. He caught her at the doors and dragged her over to the bed.
Screaming, she fought him for all she was worth.
“Stop fighting me!”
“No! You suck!”
“Stop saying that!”
“No!”
It took him a good few minutes to wrestle her across his lap. Once there, he pinned her good, grabbed the hem of her nightgown and yanked it up to the middle of her back.
Searing pain scorched her ass; Rob laid down a series of horrid swats on her poor bare behind. She screamed like a banshee, kicking and punching the bed, flailing as much as she could.
Rob peppered her behind with the worst swats she’d felt from him with his hand.
“You will calm down and stop acting like such a maniac!” He spanked her sit spots with vigor. “You will obey me, woman!”
He became like a horrid spanking machine, swatting each bun in turn with tremendous force, roasting her butt like a piece of chicken on a griddle.
“You are out-of-control!”
Fiery strikes overwhelmed her ass; she bellowed and cried, infuriated and in agony. The pain was awe-inspiring. She’d really pissed him off.
“You will stop fighting me!” Swat, swat, horrible swat. “You will stop throwing things and causing all this destruction!” A series of stinging swats sizzled her backside. “You won’t throw my presents in my face and give me bruises!” He emphasized his words with an all-out assault on her sit spots.
She yowled, threatened him, screamed and called him all kinds of names. Which only made him spank her harder.
On and on, her punishment went. Rob spanked the sides of her butt, the top, each cheek—one then the other—and scalded the top of her thighs with his firm hand.
Finally, she had no more fight left in her. She sobbed, draped across his lap like a limp noodle.
Normally, he’d stop when she collapsed. But not this time. Rotating the swats, he traveled around and around her ass, spanking her harder than he ever had. For a grand finale, he blanket-bombed her sit spots with amazing force. Her body wracked with sobs, she cried so hard, she could barely catch her breath.
He stopped, pushed her off his lap and onto the bed. “Now you go into the corner and stand there for a half an hour and think about how you treated me! You really pissed me off, Gerry. I’m going to take a long hot shower and try to forgive you. First you over-react at some stupid conversation you misunderstood, do these heinous crimes to your neighbors, then you attack me. I’m very disappointed in you.”
Sobbing harder, she shuffled to the corner of the bedroom, kicking the objects out of her way that she’d tossed off her dresser.
Furious, she stood there, shaking, so angry with him and herself, she couldn’t see straight. Her ass felt like a swarm of bees had stung it, Rob was mad at her and none of it was her fault! After a good ten minutes, she began to calm down. The only way out was to apologize to him. Even though she was glad she’s smacked him in the face with the box, she had to lie to him and say she was sorry. It was the only way to save the day.
They’d planned on taking a hike in Memorial Park in Pescadero and she greatly wanted to do that. The only way to get him to go was to beg his stupid forgiveness. Then maybe she’d give him a flat tire or something later on in the week to ease her anger. The big dumb jerk. The thought of slicing the tires on his precious Acura made her feel better.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Final Victim, Part One
Hey Spanky Folks!
I hope your week went well. I won a contest for one of my vanilla novels! Yay! Let’s hope the final judge, an editor with Berkeley, likes it. Wheeee!
Hubby had an interview, we’re waiting to hear if he got the contract. I’ve got my fingers, toes and eyes crossed, which makes it hard to type, but I am hopeful.
So here’s the final story in my Rob and Gerry saga. I’m writing a new series with them as we speak, but unfortunately, you won’t be able to read them for a while. They will appear on Discipline and Desire first. So if you want to read them sooner than six months, please join the website. A cheap monthly fee for some stellar entertainment.
Also, all my previous Rob and Gerry stories will be available shortly in Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad, which should be published hopefully soon. I’ll let you know the moment it’s available. And it will be released in both print and e-book editions. Yay!
Hope all is well with you guys. Hugs to you all!
Michelle
Gerry’s last victim was a tricky one. Janet Torres, a stay at home mom, had three wonderful kids that Gerry adored. She had to make her revenge Janet-specific, something that wouldn’t affect her kids. Well, other than having a stressed-out mom for a bit of time.
Janet, her husband and her kids had left for a four-day weekend camping trip, leaving Gerry with the free run of her house. She decided she’d make her revenge look like teenagers had broken into the house, perhaps friends of the oldest child, Vicki, who was fourteen.
At two in the morning on the Friday night after they left, Gerry got into Janet’s house and set to work. After three grueling hours, her revenge was complete. After wiping clean every surface she’d touched (even though she’d worn gloves), she inspected the damage. Wow. What a freakin’ mess! This should break any mom down to nothing.
Happy now that her revenge was complete, all four victims taken care of, Gerry looked forward to other projects besides revenge.
She walked home in the brisk morning air, confident that Rob was sleeping soundly in bed. The last two freakin’ times she left the house in the middle of the night to stage her attacks, he’d been waiting for her when she got home. Thankfully, this time, she knew he was out cold. He had an allergy attack the day before and took some antihistamines before bed. He slept like a dead man on his allergy medication.
She walked in through the front door, unworried. After taking a shower and cleaning the paint off her hands, she put on her nightgown and headed to the bedroom for a couple hours nap before Rob got up.
Pitch black in their bedroom, she felt her way into bed and settled down.
“Where were you?” came Rob’s voice out of the dark.
“Bathroom.”
“For three and a half hours?” He clicked on the light. Anger etched his handsome features, his blue eyes seemed to look through her. He pushed some blonde hair out of his eyes and pursed his lips. “Janet Torres, right?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep so—”
“I’m too tired right now, but once we get up, I’m spanking you. Maybe even with the paddle if I don’t feel like hurting my hand.”
“Rob!”
“No arguments, I warned you just two days ago. Two days ago, I said that if you got revenge on Janet Torres that I’d haul you across my knee and spank you into the middle of next week.”
“Damn it, I didn’t do anything.”
“Which is why you have paint on your chin.”
“I do not.”
“I don’t remember you having a blue mole.”
“Damn it.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“If I hear about it, I’ll spank you every night for a week. Every night.”
“This is not fair.”
“Okay, I’m awake. When are you going to tell me what you overheard those women say at the block party?”
“Later.”
“I can hardly wait. It better be worth all this trouble you’ve gone to. Jesus, Gerry. You’ve almost got Carrie divorced from Nick; everyone in the neighborhood thinks Velma is a sex fiend; Velma and Tamara aren’t speaking and Tamara’s business is suffering. All because you overheard something you probably shouldn’t have. You probably took it all out of context. They aren’t the nicest group of women, but it takes two to tango.”
“See? And you wonder why I don’t tell you anything. It always comes back to it being my fault. Forget it. Believe I’m to blame for everything. I don’t attack people for nothing. It’s always deserved and I’ve never got someone who didn’t fully deserve it.”
“What about me?”
“Oh, you way deserved it. You came after me just because of my stupid column.”
“You did cost me a house.”
“No, you picking the wrong woman cost you a house. My advice had nothing to do with it.”
“True.”
Gerry grinned. “I got you good, too.”
His face turned to stone. “Don’t remind me. You don’t want all that fuel behind your punishment.”
“You should spank those women, not me.”
“What did they do?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, fine. Velma decided to split us up, because she believed that you were hers and I stole you from her. Then she and Tamara and Janet and Carrie all decided to get us to move. Actually me to move and you to stay and get together with Velma.”
“What?”
“Wait, it gets better. They concocted this plan to make us move. They’re going to have all these parties and invite our neighbors, but not us.”
“What?”
“It’s true.”
“Why would they do that?”
“Because they’re bitches. Then during this same conversation—which yes, made me cry, which was why I came home, I was freakin’ devastated by how mean they were—Carrie confessed that she hadn’t run anyone out of town in years, not since high school and she got very excited. She complained about this girl in school who wore hideous clothes. Carrie was a cheerleader and her pack of toadies decided to make this girl’s life a living hell. I knew the girl, she was the eldest of thirteen kids, had no money and wore her mother’s awful hand-me-downs. She dressed like a grandmother and these bitches were merciless. The girl quit school and tried to off herself. All because of Carrie and her creepy friends. Carrie recounted this story and laughed saying… how did she put it. ‘I know she was poor but, still, it was no excuse to dress like that. She could have figured something out.’ Then they all talked about how fun it would be to run the two of us out of the neighborhood. And Velma confessed to sending Harriet Gould after us for the flamingoes because she didn’t like them.”
Rob shook his head. “I can’t believe this. Are you sure you heard that? I can’t believe those women would care enough about you to the point where they concocted a plan to get rid of you. I think they knew you were there and were pulling your leg. You took their joke seriously, honey. They were probably only kidding. And as far as Carrie in high school, people do stupid things when they’re kids. She was probably more embarrassed and wanted to get all that off her chest. You probably just misinterpreted the conversation.”
Gerry exploded. “See? This is why I didn’t tell you! I knew you wouldn’t believe me!"
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
I hope your week went well. I won a contest for one of my vanilla novels! Yay! Let’s hope the final judge, an editor with Berkeley, likes it. Wheeee!
Hubby had an interview, we’re waiting to hear if he got the contract. I’ve got my fingers, toes and eyes crossed, which makes it hard to type, but I am hopeful.
So here’s the final story in my Rob and Gerry saga. I’m writing a new series with them as we speak, but unfortunately, you won’t be able to read them for a while. They will appear on Discipline and Desire first. So if you want to read them sooner than six months, please join the website. A cheap monthly fee for some stellar entertainment.
Also, all my previous Rob and Gerry stories will be available shortly in Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad, which should be published hopefully soon. I’ll let you know the moment it’s available. And it will be released in both print and e-book editions. Yay!
Hope all is well with you guys. Hugs to you all!
Michelle
Gerry’s last victim was a tricky one. Janet Torres, a stay at home mom, had three wonderful kids that Gerry adored. She had to make her revenge Janet-specific, something that wouldn’t affect her kids. Well, other than having a stressed-out mom for a bit of time.
Janet, her husband and her kids had left for a four-day weekend camping trip, leaving Gerry with the free run of her house. She decided she’d make her revenge look like teenagers had broken into the house, perhaps friends of the oldest child, Vicki, who was fourteen.
At two in the morning on the Friday night after they left, Gerry got into Janet’s house and set to work. After three grueling hours, her revenge was complete. After wiping clean every surface she’d touched (even though she’d worn gloves), she inspected the damage. Wow. What a freakin’ mess! This should break any mom down to nothing.
Happy now that her revenge was complete, all four victims taken care of, Gerry looked forward to other projects besides revenge.
She walked home in the brisk morning air, confident that Rob was sleeping soundly in bed. The last two freakin’ times she left the house in the middle of the night to stage her attacks, he’d been waiting for her when she got home. Thankfully, this time, she knew he was out cold. He had an allergy attack the day before and took some antihistamines before bed. He slept like a dead man on his allergy medication.
She walked in through the front door, unworried. After taking a shower and cleaning the paint off her hands, she put on her nightgown and headed to the bedroom for a couple hours nap before Rob got up.
Pitch black in their bedroom, she felt her way into bed and settled down.
“Where were you?” came Rob’s voice out of the dark.
“Bathroom.”
“For three and a half hours?” He clicked on the light. Anger etched his handsome features, his blue eyes seemed to look through her. He pushed some blonde hair out of his eyes and pursed his lips. “Janet Torres, right?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep so—”
“I’m too tired right now, but once we get up, I’m spanking you. Maybe even with the paddle if I don’t feel like hurting my hand.”
“Rob!”
“No arguments, I warned you just two days ago. Two days ago, I said that if you got revenge on Janet Torres that I’d haul you across my knee and spank you into the middle of next week.”
“Damn it, I didn’t do anything.”
“Which is why you have paint on your chin.”
“I do not.”
“I don’t remember you having a blue mole.”
“Damn it.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“If I hear about it, I’ll spank you every night for a week. Every night.”
“This is not fair.”
“Okay, I’m awake. When are you going to tell me what you overheard those women say at the block party?”
“Later.”
“I can hardly wait. It better be worth all this trouble you’ve gone to. Jesus, Gerry. You’ve almost got Carrie divorced from Nick; everyone in the neighborhood thinks Velma is a sex fiend; Velma and Tamara aren’t speaking and Tamara’s business is suffering. All because you overheard something you probably shouldn’t have. You probably took it all out of context. They aren’t the nicest group of women, but it takes two to tango.”
“See? And you wonder why I don’t tell you anything. It always comes back to it being my fault. Forget it. Believe I’m to blame for everything. I don’t attack people for nothing. It’s always deserved and I’ve never got someone who didn’t fully deserve it.”
“What about me?”
“Oh, you way deserved it. You came after me just because of my stupid column.”
“You did cost me a house.”
“No, you picking the wrong woman cost you a house. My advice had nothing to do with it.”
“True.”
Gerry grinned. “I got you good, too.”
His face turned to stone. “Don’t remind me. You don’t want all that fuel behind your punishment.”
“You should spank those women, not me.”
“What did they do?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, fine. Velma decided to split us up, because she believed that you were hers and I stole you from her. Then she and Tamara and Janet and Carrie all decided to get us to move. Actually me to move and you to stay and get together with Velma.”
“What?”
“Wait, it gets better. They concocted this plan to make us move. They’re going to have all these parties and invite our neighbors, but not us.”
“What?”
“It’s true.”
“Why would they do that?”
“Because they’re bitches. Then during this same conversation—which yes, made me cry, which was why I came home, I was freakin’ devastated by how mean they were—Carrie confessed that she hadn’t run anyone out of town in years, not since high school and she got very excited. She complained about this girl in school who wore hideous clothes. Carrie was a cheerleader and her pack of toadies decided to make this girl’s life a living hell. I knew the girl, she was the eldest of thirteen kids, had no money and wore her mother’s awful hand-me-downs. She dressed like a grandmother and these bitches were merciless. The girl quit school and tried to off herself. All because of Carrie and her creepy friends. Carrie recounted this story and laughed saying… how did she put it. ‘I know she was poor but, still, it was no excuse to dress like that. She could have figured something out.’ Then they all talked about how fun it would be to run the two of us out of the neighborhood. And Velma confessed to sending Harriet Gould after us for the flamingoes because she didn’t like them.”
Rob shook his head. “I can’t believe this. Are you sure you heard that? I can’t believe those women would care enough about you to the point where they concocted a plan to get rid of you. I think they knew you were there and were pulling your leg. You took their joke seriously, honey. They were probably only kidding. And as far as Carrie in high school, people do stupid things when they’re kids. She was probably more embarrassed and wanted to get all that off her chest. You probably just misinterpreted the conversation.”
Gerry exploded. “See? This is why I didn’t tell you! I knew you wouldn’t believe me!"
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 16, 2009
Payback, Conclusion
Hey Folks!
What a great Lurker Day! Thanks to all the lovely people who commented. Much appreciated!
Aside from having my entire house covered in my belongings from unpacking 33 boxes of stuff from my past, this week wasn’t too bad. While I’m sick of going through stuff and feel like I committed murder after throwing out most of my childhood stuffed animals, I’m feeling less fettered. Really proud of myself for letting go of those old stinky things. Old stinky beloved things. Now I only have 17 boxes of stuff left to process and most are books and old costumes from my theatre days. I’m tempted to toss the boxes unopened into the Dumpster. Mainly because everything got so moldy under my parents’ house. Man, did most of my stuff STINK. And I still have the rest of my house to go through. I am in a major PURGE mode. So far 17 boxes of stuff has gone to the thrift store and I’m keeping five boxes, mainly my old pottery collection. Oh, yes and some of my toy collection. Five boxes of stuff will be put on eBay. I kept some stuff that other people actually value. Which was good. I should clear around five or six hundred bucks. Which we need right now because Hubby is still out of work (!!!).
On that front, Hubby has finally got an interview and some nibbles this past week. Which is a lot better than the last three months where all he got were crickets. I swear, that phone didn’t ring once and he sent out bazillions of resumes. But now some things are percolating and we’re hoping he’ll land a contract or a job soon. And he’d better because we’re just about out of moolah. So tired of living on the edge. I know a lot of you can relate. Scary times, but hopefully, they’ll be ending soon. Keep your fingers crossed for my hubby’s interview next week!
And now onto the conclusion of Payback. Damn, I love this story. Especially this part. Well, I loved last week’s spanky part, too. Rob is such a hunk!
Okie-dokie, next week we start the final story of the Rob and Gerry saga. And clearly I need to write more.
I hope you all have a fantastic week and I’ll see you next Friday, same bat time, same bat channel.
Hugs,
Michelle
A week later, Gerry sat down to dinner at a fancy restaurant with her husband, her pulse racing. She kept an eye on the doorway, hoping to see her victim walk through the door.
“Why do you keep looking at the door?” Rob asked. “Expecting someone?”
“No, no. Not at all.” Gerry sipped on her Cosmo.
He took her hand and kissed it. “I’m so glad you suggested this. We need to do this more often. So romantic.”
Gerry beamed at him, inwardly feeling guilty as hell. Hopefully, he wouldn’t catch on when the show started. Well, if her plan worked. If not, no harm done. Rob sure seemed to appreciate the evening.
She’d bit into her crab cake appetizer when she heard her victim’s voice. She nearly jumped out of her seat.
“Oh, look, there’s Carrie and Nick,” Rob said, waving.
“Oh, really?” Gerry turned around and forced a surprised expression on her face.
Carrie’s face froze into a super fake smile. It was clear the last thing she wanted to do was say hello. Had Gerry been this blind? Carrie could barely contain her loathing. How had she missed the bitch’s disdain for her?
“Rob, Gerry, how are you guys?” Nick asked.
Rob stood and shook hands, then sat back down. “Great, Nick. You two having a romantic dinner, too?”
Nick grinned. “Yeah, a freebie, too, the best kind. Carrie won a contest or something and we’re here on the house.”
“Wow, good for you. Congrats, Carrie.”
“Thanks, Rob.”
Carrie barely nodded at Gerry. Gerry grinned up at her, pretending nothing was amiss.
Carrie and Nick continued on, following the maitre ‘d. As if the Gods planned it, their table was right across from Gerry and Rob. Perfect.
Dinner came and Gerry began to worry. Maybe she hadn’t got the email address right. Oh, well. At least the meal was superb. She cut into her filet mignon and smiled over at her handsome husband. Even if her plan didn’t work, she was having a great time with Rob.
“Carrie?” she heard a man’s deep voice ask. “You’re already on a date? Why did you make one with me? Covering your bases?”
A tall red-headed man stood at Carrie and Nick’s table, his face a mask of fury. John Peterson, a stock trader from San Francisco. Her plan worked! Ya-hoo!
Nick’s face turned to granite, Carrie’s drained of color.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Carrie stammered.
Nick stood, all squared shoulders and furrowed eyebrows. “Who the hell are you buddy and why are you accosting my wife?”
“Wife! You lied? What kinda game are you playing at, lady?” John demanded.
Nick turned to Carrie. “What is he talking about?”
“I… don’t know. I’ve never seen him before.”
The man withdrew a piece of paper and shoved it at Carrie. “Is this or is this not you?”
Carrie’s eyes grew wide. “I…where did you get that?”
“Match.com. Maybe you ought to take down that ad, lady, and stop playing games. I drove an hour to get here. Those steamy emails you sent me sure didn’t mention anything about a husband.” The man turned to a red-faced Nick. “Buddy, if I were you? I’d watch your wife a bit more closely. Apparently, she likes playing games with single guys.” The man stormed off.
It took all of Gerry’s inner resolve to keep a straight face. She could not blow it. But oh, God, was this living! Yee-hah!
“What the hell was that?” Nick hissed at Carrie.
Carrie got angry. “I don’t know. Why are you looking at me like that? Someone’s obviously playing a joke on me. I mean, first I win a contest I don’t remember entering? And now that guy accosts me? Someone set me up.”
Nick’s jaw twitched. “Are you sure?”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Nick narrowed his dark eyes at his wife. “I was supposed to be gone on a business trip tonight. Sure I didn’t ruin any plans?”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Keep your voice down,” Nick ordered.
“Carrie? Who’s this?” another man asked. Wayne Perry, an insurance agent, also from San Francisco. Right on time.
“What the hell is going on here?” Nick yelled.
The maitre ‘d appeared, looking worried. “Is there a problem here?”
Wayne, a short, stocky balding guy, gestured broadly towards Carrie. “No, I had a date with this woman, but apparently she made other plans. You could have let me know. I drove all the way from San Francisco to meet you here and I turned down another date because you seemed so… uh… enthusiastic about meeting me.”
“What the hell goes on here?” Nick demanded, pounding the table, making all the silverware rattle. “Carrie! Explain!”
Horror-stricken, Carrie sputtered for a moment. “I didn’t do anything! I’m telling you, someone set me up!”
The maitre ‘d waved his hands. “Excuse me, but you’re disturbing our other guests, if you don’t keep your voices down, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Yet another man approached Carrie’s table. Bob Hernandez, a young Hispanic postal carrier from Burlingame. “Uh, Carrie? Who are all these people and what’s going on? I thought you said we’d catch a quick dinner then… uh…”
“That’s it!” Nick screamed. With that, he leapt out of his seat, grabbed Carrie and dragged her out of the restaurant.
The maitre ’d ran after them. “Your bill! You didn’t pay your bill!”
Bob and Wayne looked after the two, then turned to each other and shrugged.
Bob said, “You want to get a drink?”
Wayne laughed and nodded, the two men walked off towards the bar. Gerry wanted to stand and applaud. That scene exceeded her wildest expectations. Wow, that was a good one!
She turned back to her food and caught Rob’s eye. He was staring a hole through her.
“What?” she asked as innocently as she could.
His mouth a straight line, his blue eyes fiery, he just glared.
“What?”
He leaned in and whispered, “Someone’s getting the paddle when we get home.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t,” he warned.
Gerry couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. She laughed so hard, tears rolled down her cheeks. Rob tried to stay stoic, but finally ended up laughing with her.
He sighed. “Let me guess, you created a Match.com ad for her. Then you invited all those men here and sent her a gift certificate with a specific date on it.”
Gerry shook her head. “Now, why would I do that?”
“I’d love to know, but for some reason, you won’t tell me.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re still getting the paddle.”
Gerry pursed her lips. “I don’t deserve it.”
“You could have just broken up someone’s marriage,” he whispered vehemently.
“Then it wasn’t on very firm ground to begin with.”
“Gerry!”
“She got everything she deserved.”
“Why won’t you tell me what these women did to you?”
“I will.”
“But not now.”
“No.”
“Because you’re not done, right? Janet Torres is next, isn’t she?”
“No.”
Rob pointed his long finger at her. “I’m telling you right here and now, if anything happens to Janet Torres, she gets a flat tire, anything, I’m wailing on your ass with my paddle.”
“Well, you’re gonna do that anyway, no matter what I say or do.”
“Gerry, you’re in trouble.”
“As always.”
He finally shook his head and cracked a smile. “Brat. You are getting it when we get home.”
“Whatever. God, this steak tastes divine.”
“You’re terrible.”
Later, bent over the living room sofa with Rob wailing on her ass with the paddle, Gerry gritted her teeth and balled her fists. It hurt like the dickens, but it was worth it.
And hopefully, Rob wouldn’t find out what she had planned for the last woman on the list.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
What a great Lurker Day! Thanks to all the lovely people who commented. Much appreciated!
Aside from having my entire house covered in my belongings from unpacking 33 boxes of stuff from my past, this week wasn’t too bad. While I’m sick of going through stuff and feel like I committed murder after throwing out most of my childhood stuffed animals, I’m feeling less fettered. Really proud of myself for letting go of those old stinky things. Old stinky beloved things. Now I only have 17 boxes of stuff left to process and most are books and old costumes from my theatre days. I’m tempted to toss the boxes unopened into the Dumpster. Mainly because everything got so moldy under my parents’ house. Man, did most of my stuff STINK. And I still have the rest of my house to go through. I am in a major PURGE mode. So far 17 boxes of stuff has gone to the thrift store and I’m keeping five boxes, mainly my old pottery collection. Oh, yes and some of my toy collection. Five boxes of stuff will be put on eBay. I kept some stuff that other people actually value. Which was good. I should clear around five or six hundred bucks. Which we need right now because Hubby is still out of work (!!!).
On that front, Hubby has finally got an interview and some nibbles this past week. Which is a lot better than the last three months where all he got were crickets. I swear, that phone didn’t ring once and he sent out bazillions of resumes. But now some things are percolating and we’re hoping he’ll land a contract or a job soon. And he’d better because we’re just about out of moolah. So tired of living on the edge. I know a lot of you can relate. Scary times, but hopefully, they’ll be ending soon. Keep your fingers crossed for my hubby’s interview next week!
And now onto the conclusion of Payback. Damn, I love this story. Especially this part. Well, I loved last week’s spanky part, too. Rob is such a hunk!
Okie-dokie, next week we start the final story of the Rob and Gerry saga. And clearly I need to write more.
I hope you all have a fantastic week and I’ll see you next Friday, same bat time, same bat channel.
Hugs,
Michelle
A week later, Gerry sat down to dinner at a fancy restaurant with her husband, her pulse racing. She kept an eye on the doorway, hoping to see her victim walk through the door.
“Why do you keep looking at the door?” Rob asked. “Expecting someone?”
“No, no. Not at all.” Gerry sipped on her Cosmo.
He took her hand and kissed it. “I’m so glad you suggested this. We need to do this more often. So romantic.”
Gerry beamed at him, inwardly feeling guilty as hell. Hopefully, he wouldn’t catch on when the show started. Well, if her plan worked. If not, no harm done. Rob sure seemed to appreciate the evening.
She’d bit into her crab cake appetizer when she heard her victim’s voice. She nearly jumped out of her seat.
“Oh, look, there’s Carrie and Nick,” Rob said, waving.
“Oh, really?” Gerry turned around and forced a surprised expression on her face.
Carrie’s face froze into a super fake smile. It was clear the last thing she wanted to do was say hello. Had Gerry been this blind? Carrie could barely contain her loathing. How had she missed the bitch’s disdain for her?
“Rob, Gerry, how are you guys?” Nick asked.
Rob stood and shook hands, then sat back down. “Great, Nick. You two having a romantic dinner, too?”
Nick grinned. “Yeah, a freebie, too, the best kind. Carrie won a contest or something and we’re here on the house.”
“Wow, good for you. Congrats, Carrie.”
“Thanks, Rob.”
Carrie barely nodded at Gerry. Gerry grinned up at her, pretending nothing was amiss.
Carrie and Nick continued on, following the maitre ‘d. As if the Gods planned it, their table was right across from Gerry and Rob. Perfect.
Dinner came and Gerry began to worry. Maybe she hadn’t got the email address right. Oh, well. At least the meal was superb. She cut into her filet mignon and smiled over at her handsome husband. Even if her plan didn’t work, she was having a great time with Rob.
“Carrie?” she heard a man’s deep voice ask. “You’re already on a date? Why did you make one with me? Covering your bases?”
A tall red-headed man stood at Carrie and Nick’s table, his face a mask of fury. John Peterson, a stock trader from San Francisco. Her plan worked! Ya-hoo!
Nick’s face turned to granite, Carrie’s drained of color.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Carrie stammered.
Nick stood, all squared shoulders and furrowed eyebrows. “Who the hell are you buddy and why are you accosting my wife?”
“Wife! You lied? What kinda game are you playing at, lady?” John demanded.
Nick turned to Carrie. “What is he talking about?”
“I… don’t know. I’ve never seen him before.”
The man withdrew a piece of paper and shoved it at Carrie. “Is this or is this not you?”
Carrie’s eyes grew wide. “I…where did you get that?”
“Match.com. Maybe you ought to take down that ad, lady, and stop playing games. I drove an hour to get here. Those steamy emails you sent me sure didn’t mention anything about a husband.” The man turned to a red-faced Nick. “Buddy, if I were you? I’d watch your wife a bit more closely. Apparently, she likes playing games with single guys.” The man stormed off.
It took all of Gerry’s inner resolve to keep a straight face. She could not blow it. But oh, God, was this living! Yee-hah!
“What the hell was that?” Nick hissed at Carrie.
Carrie got angry. “I don’t know. Why are you looking at me like that? Someone’s obviously playing a joke on me. I mean, first I win a contest I don’t remember entering? And now that guy accosts me? Someone set me up.”
Nick’s jaw twitched. “Are you sure?”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Nick narrowed his dark eyes at his wife. “I was supposed to be gone on a business trip tonight. Sure I didn’t ruin any plans?”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Keep your voice down,” Nick ordered.
“Carrie? Who’s this?” another man asked. Wayne Perry, an insurance agent, also from San Francisco. Right on time.
“What the hell is going on here?” Nick yelled.
The maitre ‘d appeared, looking worried. “Is there a problem here?”
Wayne, a short, stocky balding guy, gestured broadly towards Carrie. “No, I had a date with this woman, but apparently she made other plans. You could have let me know. I drove all the way from San Francisco to meet you here and I turned down another date because you seemed so… uh… enthusiastic about meeting me.”
“What the hell goes on here?” Nick demanded, pounding the table, making all the silverware rattle. “Carrie! Explain!”
Horror-stricken, Carrie sputtered for a moment. “I didn’t do anything! I’m telling you, someone set me up!”
The maitre ‘d waved his hands. “Excuse me, but you’re disturbing our other guests, if you don’t keep your voices down, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Yet another man approached Carrie’s table. Bob Hernandez, a young Hispanic postal carrier from Burlingame. “Uh, Carrie? Who are all these people and what’s going on? I thought you said we’d catch a quick dinner then… uh…”
“That’s it!” Nick screamed. With that, he leapt out of his seat, grabbed Carrie and dragged her out of the restaurant.
The maitre ’d ran after them. “Your bill! You didn’t pay your bill!”
Bob and Wayne looked after the two, then turned to each other and shrugged.
Bob said, “You want to get a drink?”
Wayne laughed and nodded, the two men walked off towards the bar. Gerry wanted to stand and applaud. That scene exceeded her wildest expectations. Wow, that was a good one!
She turned back to her food and caught Rob’s eye. He was staring a hole through her.
“What?” she asked as innocently as she could.
His mouth a straight line, his blue eyes fiery, he just glared.
“What?”
He leaned in and whispered, “Someone’s getting the paddle when we get home.”
“What? Why?”
“Don’t,” he warned.
Gerry couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. She laughed so hard, tears rolled down her cheeks. Rob tried to stay stoic, but finally ended up laughing with her.
He sighed. “Let me guess, you created a Match.com ad for her. Then you invited all those men here and sent her a gift certificate with a specific date on it.”
Gerry shook her head. “Now, why would I do that?”
“I’d love to know, but for some reason, you won’t tell me.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re still getting the paddle.”
Gerry pursed her lips. “I don’t deserve it.”
“You could have just broken up someone’s marriage,” he whispered vehemently.
“Then it wasn’t on very firm ground to begin with.”
“Gerry!”
“She got everything she deserved.”
“Why won’t you tell me what these women did to you?”
“I will.”
“But not now.”
“No.”
“Because you’re not done, right? Janet Torres is next, isn’t she?”
“No.”
Rob pointed his long finger at her. “I’m telling you right here and now, if anything happens to Janet Torres, she gets a flat tire, anything, I’m wailing on your ass with my paddle.”
“Well, you’re gonna do that anyway, no matter what I say or do.”
“Gerry, you’re in trouble.”
“As always.”
He finally shook his head and cracked a smile. “Brat. You are getting it when we get home.”
“Whatever. God, this steak tastes divine.”
“You’re terrible.”
Later, bent over the living room sofa with Rob wailing on her ass with the paddle, Gerry gritted her teeth and balled her fists. It hurt like the dickens, but it was worth it.
And hopefully, Rob wouldn’t find out what she had planned for the last woman on the list.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Love Our Lurkers
Hey There Lurky-Loos!
Here I am joining in a group of bloggers encouraging you lovely lurkers to comment and say hi!
I'd love to hear from you! Just a note. Or two words, like "I'm here." That will do. Anything. An "X". Just so I know you're out there.
Thanks to Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts for getting this day going.
Hugs to all my readers, lurkers and non-lurkers!
Love you guys!
Michelle
And here's the link to My Bottom Smarts! Thanks again to Bonnie!
Here I am joining in a group of bloggers encouraging you lovely lurkers to comment and say hi!
I'd love to hear from you! Just a note. Or two words, like "I'm here." That will do. Anything. An "X". Just so I know you're out there.
Thanks to Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts for getting this day going.
Hugs to all my readers, lurkers and non-lurkers!
Love you guys!
Michelle
And here's the link to My Bottom Smarts! Thanks again to Bonnie!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Payback, Part Three
Hellllloooooo Fellow Spankophiles!!!
Here’s some spanky goodness to start your weekend off right. I hope this week found you happy and prosperous (or at least happy). My week has turned around after some horribleness in previous weeks. I’m considering putting myself up for adoption to get out of my awful family, only my nieces and cousins and sister makes it worthwhile to stay. Thank God you can pick your friends, because I would not have picked this family. So many horrible things have happened, there are too many to count. Here’s a sample: my creepy sister-in-law ripped off my stroke-victim sister to the tune of 1200 bucks. Thankfully, my brother repaid but WTF????? And this is only one thing in a huge line of horrible things that my “dear family” have perpetrated on one another. And I seem to be the favorite dumping ground. If any of you have a nicer family, I’m open to joining.
Enough of that. Here’s a great scene I think you will enjoy. I know I did!
Here’s the third installment of Payback, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad.
Hugs and love all around,
Michelle
“Goddamn it!” Rob brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes and stepped forward. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her to the couch.
“No, Rob, don’t!”
“What do you mean, ‘oh, Rob, don’t?’ Like my reaction is this is a huge surprise?” Sitting down, he pulled her across his lap, flipped up the hem of her nightgown and pulled it to the middle of her back, exposing her bare behind.
Squirming, she said, “Rob! I didn’t do anything yet, you can’t spank me. I didn’t get caught and I didn’t do anything!”
“Which is why I’m not using the paddle on you. When I do find out what you’ve done, I’m taking my paddle to this horrible little backside of yours!” He punctuated his statement with a sharp swat to her bare behind.
She yelped, the spank stung like all get out. “No, Rob, wait!”
“I don’t think so, you little liar!” Rob full-on spanked her bare buns, swatting each one in turn with tremendous force. Each spank reverberated through her body, sending waves of pain echoing throughout her system. Damn, the man hit hard!
“Ow, Rob! I didn’t get caught! Everything’s fine!”
Rapid fire, he swatted her so fast and hard, she couldn’t breathe.
“Everything is not fine! You are going to get caught!”
He spanked her furiously. Her ass burned like he’d scorched it with an iron.
“Rob, stop!” Tears ran down her hot cheeks.
“No (swat) I (swat) won’t (swat, swat, swat)! You are going to stop all this nonsense, woman!”
A harrowing series of powerful swats aimed right on her sit spots. She yowled.
“I’m sorreeee!”
“Not enough to stop all this craziness!”
A storm of spanks all over her ass, she shrieked and kicked her legs, pounding the floor with a fist.
Rob’s punishment went on and on. Not one square centimeter was missed. He got the back of her thighs, too. Frying them. This wasn’t just a little warning spanking, this was a full-fledged spank-a-thon. Her ass and thighs throbbed, so sore, she knew sitting would be out of the question for a good, long time. Damn this! It was all Nick and Carrie’s faults for coming home early.
Finally, he stopped. But he didn’t let her up. “Where were you?”
“Outside.”
A rapport of outrageous spanks on her sit spots. Excruciating!
“Where were you?”
“I’m not telling!”
Rob let loose on her again, making mincemeat of her poor behind. She howled, but there was no way she’d spill her plan.
He stopped. “Damn you, I want to keep spanking you, but my hand can’t take it. These punishments are for you, not me.”
He pulled her up and onto his lap, hugging her hard. “All I want to do is to protect you. Why do you keep putting yourself in danger? Do you really want to go to jail and lose your career? What would you do if you lost your job? What else are you qualified for? Even though I can’t imagine how you dispense such solid advice when you can’t even take it yourself. Gerry, answer me, when are you going to learn?”
“I don’t know,” she sobbed.
“Damn you. I’m too tired for all this. You’re lucky it’s a three-day weekend and I can take a nap today. Worried sick about you, especially when I heard those sirens. Now who was your target?”
“Someone who deserved it, but I didn’t do anything because they came home.”
“In the middle of the night?”
“I know, the idiots. Surprised the hell out of me.”
A deep V in his brow, he threw up his hands. “Gerry, what am I going to do with you?”
“Love me.”
He pursed his lips, then broke into a smile. “Luckily, that’s easy.” He shook his head and hugged her hard. “Committ crime after crime. Your mission to be people’s Karma. I keep telling you people will get what’s coming to them. You just don’t listen. And you never told me what Velma did to you? Why? What happened? Can’t be that bad.”
“Well, it was.”
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“I will, just not now.” Not when there were two people left on her list. She didn’t want him warning her victims. And she hadn’t finished with Carrie yet.
Thankfully, Gerry had managed to get her passwords and email accounts before the idiots got home. The trip was worth it—even with the spanking. All her efforts were worth it.
Those girls were demons. Rob would never believe what they had planned for her. Never believe what she overheard at that stupid block party.
He rubbed some hair off her brow. “Ever since the block party, you haven’t been yourself. Did someone say something to you there? Come to think of it, you looked like you’d been crying after that party. Gerry, talk to me. Did Velma say something to you?”
“No. And that’s the truth and I’m not lying. I don’t lie to you.”
He snorted. “Right. Well, fine, I tried. You’re lucky I’m tired. But listen, you. If you don’t stop all this, I swear, I’ll take my paddle to you. There’s no reason to put yourself in danger. No reason to take these unnecessary risks.”
Sure there was. Those bitches wouldn’t get away with their evil plans. Not when Gerry’s were so much more evil. She’d out-evil them. Like they’d actually make her move out of her precious neighborhood. How dare they! And Velma’s plans of getting Rob for herself. Gerry could hardly think about that horrid conversation without wanting to beat them all to bloody pulps. Rob should be pleased she wasn’t in jail for assault. They deserved what they got. And what they would get. She wasn’t done with them, not by a long shot.
Rob sighed and kissed her. “Let’s go to bed and try to get some sleep. Or do you want to fix breakfast and give up and take naps?”
“I’d love some tea.”
He nuzzled her and kissed her tear-stained cheek. “You’re horrible, but damn, I love you so much.”
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. His kiss deepened, his hand found her sex. He pulled away, she grinned up at him, they were both naked in a heartbeat. He rode her into an exquisite orgasm. Something about sex after punishments was so exciting. Felt so good to make up and have her man inside her. Great sex.
Later on in the day with Rob safely asleep for a long nap, Gerry got on her computer and continued her damage. This was gonna be good! Using Carrie’s password, she created a Match.com page and uploaded a sexy picture of her victim. Next she created a new Yahoo email address that was one letter off from Carrie’s real address. The next step was even more fun. She could only hope it worked. If it did, she was in for quite a show. And Carrie was in for one of the worst nights of her life. Yes!
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Here’s some spanky goodness to start your weekend off right. I hope this week found you happy and prosperous (or at least happy). My week has turned around after some horribleness in previous weeks. I’m considering putting myself up for adoption to get out of my awful family, only my nieces and cousins and sister makes it worthwhile to stay. Thank God you can pick your friends, because I would not have picked this family. So many horrible things have happened, there are too many to count. Here’s a sample: my creepy sister-in-law ripped off my stroke-victim sister to the tune of 1200 bucks. Thankfully, my brother repaid but WTF????? And this is only one thing in a huge line of horrible things that my “dear family” have perpetrated on one another. And I seem to be the favorite dumping ground. If any of you have a nicer family, I’m open to joining.
Enough of that. Here’s a great scene I think you will enjoy. I know I did!
Here’s the third installment of Payback, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad.
Hugs and love all around,
Michelle
“Goddamn it!” Rob brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes and stepped forward. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her to the couch.
“No, Rob, don’t!”
“What do you mean, ‘oh, Rob, don’t?’ Like my reaction is this is a huge surprise?” Sitting down, he pulled her across his lap, flipped up the hem of her nightgown and pulled it to the middle of her back, exposing her bare behind.
Squirming, she said, “Rob! I didn’t do anything yet, you can’t spank me. I didn’t get caught and I didn’t do anything!”
“Which is why I’m not using the paddle on you. When I do find out what you’ve done, I’m taking my paddle to this horrible little backside of yours!” He punctuated his statement with a sharp swat to her bare behind.
She yelped, the spank stung like all get out. “No, Rob, wait!”
“I don’t think so, you little liar!” Rob full-on spanked her bare buns, swatting each one in turn with tremendous force. Each spank reverberated through her body, sending waves of pain echoing throughout her system. Damn, the man hit hard!
“Ow, Rob! I didn’t get caught! Everything’s fine!”
Rapid fire, he swatted her so fast and hard, she couldn’t breathe.
“Everything is not fine! You are going to get caught!”
He spanked her furiously. Her ass burned like he’d scorched it with an iron.
“Rob, stop!” Tears ran down her hot cheeks.
“No (swat) I (swat) won’t (swat, swat, swat)! You are going to stop all this nonsense, woman!”
A harrowing series of powerful swats aimed right on her sit spots. She yowled.
“I’m sorreeee!”
“Not enough to stop all this craziness!”
A storm of spanks all over her ass, she shrieked and kicked her legs, pounding the floor with a fist.
Rob’s punishment went on and on. Not one square centimeter was missed. He got the back of her thighs, too. Frying them. This wasn’t just a little warning spanking, this was a full-fledged spank-a-thon. Her ass and thighs throbbed, so sore, she knew sitting would be out of the question for a good, long time. Damn this! It was all Nick and Carrie’s faults for coming home early.
Finally, he stopped. But he didn’t let her up. “Where were you?”
“Outside.”
A rapport of outrageous spanks on her sit spots. Excruciating!
“Where were you?”
“I’m not telling!”
Rob let loose on her again, making mincemeat of her poor behind. She howled, but there was no way she’d spill her plan.
He stopped. “Damn you, I want to keep spanking you, but my hand can’t take it. These punishments are for you, not me.”
He pulled her up and onto his lap, hugging her hard. “All I want to do is to protect you. Why do you keep putting yourself in danger? Do you really want to go to jail and lose your career? What would you do if you lost your job? What else are you qualified for? Even though I can’t imagine how you dispense such solid advice when you can’t even take it yourself. Gerry, answer me, when are you going to learn?”
“I don’t know,” she sobbed.
“Damn you. I’m too tired for all this. You’re lucky it’s a three-day weekend and I can take a nap today. Worried sick about you, especially when I heard those sirens. Now who was your target?”
“Someone who deserved it, but I didn’t do anything because they came home.”
“In the middle of the night?”
“I know, the idiots. Surprised the hell out of me.”
A deep V in his brow, he threw up his hands. “Gerry, what am I going to do with you?”
“Love me.”
He pursed his lips, then broke into a smile. “Luckily, that’s easy.” He shook his head and hugged her hard. “Committ crime after crime. Your mission to be people’s Karma. I keep telling you people will get what’s coming to them. You just don’t listen. And you never told me what Velma did to you? Why? What happened? Can’t be that bad.”
“Well, it was.”
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“I will, just not now.” Not when there were two people left on her list. She didn’t want him warning her victims. And she hadn’t finished with Carrie yet.
Thankfully, Gerry had managed to get her passwords and email accounts before the idiots got home. The trip was worth it—even with the spanking. All her efforts were worth it.
Those girls were demons. Rob would never believe what they had planned for her. Never believe what she overheard at that stupid block party.
He rubbed some hair off her brow. “Ever since the block party, you haven’t been yourself. Did someone say something to you there? Come to think of it, you looked like you’d been crying after that party. Gerry, talk to me. Did Velma say something to you?”
“No. And that’s the truth and I’m not lying. I don’t lie to you.”
He snorted. “Right. Well, fine, I tried. You’re lucky I’m tired. But listen, you. If you don’t stop all this, I swear, I’ll take my paddle to you. There’s no reason to put yourself in danger. No reason to take these unnecessary risks.”
Sure there was. Those bitches wouldn’t get away with their evil plans. Not when Gerry’s were so much more evil. She’d out-evil them. Like they’d actually make her move out of her precious neighborhood. How dare they! And Velma’s plans of getting Rob for herself. Gerry could hardly think about that horrid conversation without wanting to beat them all to bloody pulps. Rob should be pleased she wasn’t in jail for assault. They deserved what they got. And what they would get. She wasn’t done with them, not by a long shot.
Rob sighed and kissed her. “Let’s go to bed and try to get some sleep. Or do you want to fix breakfast and give up and take naps?”
“I’d love some tea.”
He nuzzled her and kissed her tear-stained cheek. “You’re horrible, but damn, I love you so much.”
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. His kiss deepened, his hand found her sex. He pulled away, she grinned up at him, they were both naked in a heartbeat. He rode her into an exquisite orgasm. Something about sex after punishments was so exciting. Felt so good to make up and have her man inside her. Great sex.
Later on in the day with Rob safely asleep for a long nap, Gerry got on her computer and continued her damage. This was gonna be good! Using Carrie’s password, she created a Match.com page and uploaded a sexy picture of her victim. Next she created a new Yahoo email address that was one letter off from Carrie’s real address. The next step was even more fun. She could only hope it worked. If it did, she was in for quite a show. And Carrie was in for one of the worst nights of her life. Yes!
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 2, 2009
Payback, Part Two
Hey Kids,
Here’s the next part of Payback. Sorry I don’t have time to write any more, things are crazy right now.
Hope you all had a great week,
Michelle
Finally, Harvey bent down and took the biscuit in his mouth.
Gerry carefully skirted the munching dogs and slowly walked to the back fence. Hopping up, the lights went on in the Donalley’s backyard.
“There they are!” yelled Nick from two yards away. “Stop, Tommy Garcia! I see you!”
Dropping down into another yard, Gerry raced across a gravel-filled garden area towards the house. Darting up one side, she hopped another fence and landed on a cement pathway adjacent to the driveway.
Now what? If she walked home, she’d be stopped. She couldn’t be seen! The Gardiner’s lived across the street, they were up at their vacation home on Lake Berryessa.
Gerry tore off across the street, hopped their fence and dove down into their side yard. Breathing heavily, she hunched down and waited.
Not five minutes later, she heard Nick’s voice coming from across the street. “I’m telling you officer, I saw the kid, he must be in this yard here.”
“Sir, we can’t trespass without permission.” Yikes! The police!
“Well, how else are we gonna catch ‘em?” Nick demanded.
“Did you see what they stole?”
“No! I was too busy chasing them!”
“So all you know is that someone was in your backyard.” The officer obviously wasn’t convinced of the immediate threat.
“Yes and in our house! There’s a footprint of a Converse sneaker on a shelf next to a window we left open. Tommy Garcia, he broke in.”
“Tommy Garcia?” the officer asked.
“Yeah, this little thieving brat of the neighborhood,” Nick replied.
“Where does he live?”
“Two blocks that way.”
“Let’s go see if he’s home. If he’s not, we’ll ask his parents to call us when he does. How’s that?”
“Damn good idea.”
After a few more minutes, Gerry didn’t hear them anymore. Whew! But still, how was she just going to saunter past all those people and get home? She had to change her appearance. First of all, lose the sweatshirt. She could walk the long way around the subdivision and come in through her backyard. A long walk, but it would be worth it to avoid the cops and Nick. Damn this!
An hour and a half later—after much diving in bushes, hopping of fences and far too much exertion—she finally landed in her own backyard. She almost cried upon seeing her house. What an ordeal!
But well worth it. Once Gerry was done with Carrie, she’d be lucky to still be married to that troglodyte of a husband. Nick the moron. Hopefully, the blockhead wouldn’t do away with her. But he would definitely think she’d cheated on him. Heh-heh-heh.
Serves her right. No one hurt her and her friends and got away with it. Not while Gerry had a breath of life left in her.
Her only problem at the moment was getting back into the house unseen. She hoped that Rob stayed asleep. She’d thought she’d only be gone for a half an hour, she checked her watch; she’d been gone for three. She had to get back in the house and into bed before Rob woke up.
Birds chirped near her, she looked with alarm towards the horizon. Holy good Christ, the sun was coming up!
Sneaking carefully through the opened back door into the family room, Gerry quietly shut the door behind her. She went into the guest bathroom, took off her dirty sneakers, her sweaty and grubby clothes and stuffed them in the cabinet underneath the sink. From a drawer, she retrieved her nightgown and slipped it over her head. Turning to leave, she caught her reflection in the mirror and stopped cold. Blood ran down from a cut on her cheek; her arms were scraped and scratched; her hair, full of leaves and brush detritus. For crying out loud!
A quick wash of her face, a brush of her hair and she looked almost normal. After one long look in the mirror, she gave up. There wasn’t much else she could do. Hopefully, Rob wouldn’t notice.
Turning off the light, she walked into the family room, now bathed in pink light from the approaching sunrise.
“All ready for bed now?” came Rob’s voice from the couch directly in front of her.
Gerry screamed, clutching her chest in fear.
He turned on the light and stood, his blue gaze flaming, his mouth, a grim line. “Out with it, where were you and what were you doing to them?”
“Uh…”
“No lies, don’t bother, you’re caught. Should I be expecting the police? You left fully three and a half hours ago.”
“I…I…”
“Maybe I’ll spank the truth out of you.”
“Rob! Damn you! Why won’t you ever stay asleep when I want you to!”
“Did the last time you snuck out, not a week ago to do those horrible things to Velma Pinker. Who was your latest victim? I’ll find out.”
“Look, you really don’t want to know, do you?”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “Were those sirens I heard earlier related to your nefarious activities?”
Gerry bit her lip and looked down towards her crossed feet.
Rob made an exasperated yelp. “Damn you, Gerry, did they see you?”
“They think I was Tommy Garcia.”
“Tommy? That’s terrible! That poor kid doesn’t—well, actually he does. Saw him running away from a building with a spray can in his hand.”
“Still, for his sake, I hope he was safe and sound home in bed.”
“Did you leave any evidence behind?”
“No. Well, a footprint, but nothing else. And I’d better not wear my Converse high-tops for a while.”
“Goddamn it!” Rob brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes and stepped forward. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her to the couch.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Here’s the next part of Payback. Sorry I don’t have time to write any more, things are crazy right now.
Hope you all had a great week,
Michelle
Finally, Harvey bent down and took the biscuit in his mouth.
Gerry carefully skirted the munching dogs and slowly walked to the back fence. Hopping up, the lights went on in the Donalley’s backyard.
“There they are!” yelled Nick from two yards away. “Stop, Tommy Garcia! I see you!”
Dropping down into another yard, Gerry raced across a gravel-filled garden area towards the house. Darting up one side, she hopped another fence and landed on a cement pathway adjacent to the driveway.
Now what? If she walked home, she’d be stopped. She couldn’t be seen! The Gardiner’s lived across the street, they were up at their vacation home on Lake Berryessa.
Gerry tore off across the street, hopped their fence and dove down into their side yard. Breathing heavily, she hunched down and waited.
Not five minutes later, she heard Nick’s voice coming from across the street. “I’m telling you officer, I saw the kid, he must be in this yard here.”
“Sir, we can’t trespass without permission.” Yikes! The police!
“Well, how else are we gonna catch ‘em?” Nick demanded.
“Did you see what they stole?”
“No! I was too busy chasing them!”
“So all you know is that someone was in your backyard.” The officer obviously wasn’t convinced of the immediate threat.
“Yes and in our house! There’s a footprint of a Converse sneaker on a shelf next to a window we left open. Tommy Garcia, he broke in.”
“Tommy Garcia?” the officer asked.
“Yeah, this little thieving brat of the neighborhood,” Nick replied.
“Where does he live?”
“Two blocks that way.”
“Let’s go see if he’s home. If he’s not, we’ll ask his parents to call us when he does. How’s that?”
“Damn good idea.”
After a few more minutes, Gerry didn’t hear them anymore. Whew! But still, how was she just going to saunter past all those people and get home? She had to change her appearance. First of all, lose the sweatshirt. She could walk the long way around the subdivision and come in through her backyard. A long walk, but it would be worth it to avoid the cops and Nick. Damn this!
An hour and a half later—after much diving in bushes, hopping of fences and far too much exertion—she finally landed in her own backyard. She almost cried upon seeing her house. What an ordeal!
But well worth it. Once Gerry was done with Carrie, she’d be lucky to still be married to that troglodyte of a husband. Nick the moron. Hopefully, the blockhead wouldn’t do away with her. But he would definitely think she’d cheated on him. Heh-heh-heh.
Serves her right. No one hurt her and her friends and got away with it. Not while Gerry had a breath of life left in her.
Her only problem at the moment was getting back into the house unseen. She hoped that Rob stayed asleep. She’d thought she’d only be gone for a half an hour, she checked her watch; she’d been gone for three. She had to get back in the house and into bed before Rob woke up.
Birds chirped near her, she looked with alarm towards the horizon. Holy good Christ, the sun was coming up!
Sneaking carefully through the opened back door into the family room, Gerry quietly shut the door behind her. She went into the guest bathroom, took off her dirty sneakers, her sweaty and grubby clothes and stuffed them in the cabinet underneath the sink. From a drawer, she retrieved her nightgown and slipped it over her head. Turning to leave, she caught her reflection in the mirror and stopped cold. Blood ran down from a cut on her cheek; her arms were scraped and scratched; her hair, full of leaves and brush detritus. For crying out loud!
A quick wash of her face, a brush of her hair and she looked almost normal. After one long look in the mirror, she gave up. There wasn’t much else she could do. Hopefully, Rob wouldn’t notice.
Turning off the light, she walked into the family room, now bathed in pink light from the approaching sunrise.
“All ready for bed now?” came Rob’s voice from the couch directly in front of her.
Gerry screamed, clutching her chest in fear.
He turned on the light and stood, his blue gaze flaming, his mouth, a grim line. “Out with it, where were you and what were you doing to them?”
“Uh…”
“No lies, don’t bother, you’re caught. Should I be expecting the police? You left fully three and a half hours ago.”
“I…I…”
“Maybe I’ll spank the truth out of you.”
“Rob! Damn you! Why won’t you ever stay asleep when I want you to!”
“Did the last time you snuck out, not a week ago to do those horrible things to Velma Pinker. Who was your latest victim? I’ll find out.”
“Look, you really don’t want to know, do you?”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “Were those sirens I heard earlier related to your nefarious activities?”
Gerry bit her lip and looked down towards her crossed feet.
Rob made an exasperated yelp. “Damn you, Gerry, did they see you?”
“They think I was Tommy Garcia.”
“Tommy? That’s terrible! That poor kid doesn’t—well, actually he does. Saw him running away from a building with a spray can in his hand.”
“Still, for his sake, I hope he was safe and sound home in bed.”
“Did you leave any evidence behind?”
“No. Well, a footprint, but nothing else. And I’d better not wear my Converse high-tops for a while.”
“Goddamn it!” Rob brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes and stepped forward. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her to the couch.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
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