The Determined Wife, Part One

Hey You People Out There!

I am so stoked! I get to play pinball ALL weekend! Going to California Extreme, an exposition of pinball machines and old video arcade games. Collectors from all over bring their games and for a set admission price, you get to play them for free. About four to five hundred pinball machines and arcade games. It’s sooooo fun. We’ve gone four years in a row. This time we’re staying at the hotel, so we can play, then take a sex break, then go back and play some more. WHOO-HOO!!!!!!! Should be an awesome weekend.

So here’s a new Rob and Gerry story for you called The Determined Wife soon to be found in Spank Me, I’ve Been Bad. I hope you enjoy.

Hugs to you all,
Michelle


Rob’s sure and strong hand spanked Gerry’s ass with precision and fire. Her arm up behind her back; her pants down around her ankles; his rock-hard thighs under her hips, she was in tremendous pain and couldn’t get away. Even if she managed to escape, she’d be facing that horrible paddle of his.

“What (swat) were (swat) you (swat) doing (swat) with that bag of stuff?” he demanded, blazing into her buns.

Crying, she yelled, “Nothing!”

Which she knew was not the right answer and would only invite more unwanted attention to her behind. But there was no way she was confessing to a crime she hadn’t even committed yet. Damn him! Why had he come home early?

“You little liar!” The flat of his hand rained down on one cheek until she yowled, then the other until she shrieked. “Tell me!”

“I’m innocent!” she roared, wishing she’d picked another word. She was rarely innocent even when she wasn’t guilty.

As to be expected, Rob spanked her even harder. She kicked her feet and yelled at the top of her lungs. Her ass was scorched! Pain radiated out from her rear, jangling all her nerves. When would he stop?

He yanked her up off his lap and sat her roughly beside him on their living room couch. His teal gaze dark, his handsome face hardened, he was clearly furious with her.

“Damn you, Gerry, you have to stop all this! You’re going to wind up in jail!”

“You have me tried and convicted and all I did was go to Home Depot,” she sobbed, hoping her lies would work.

Of course, they didn’t. After a year and a half of marriage and getting caught in lies as often as she had, it was no wonder she had no credibility with her husband.

“I give up,” he said, throwing up his hands. He got up and paced the living room in front of her. “All I’m trying to do is save your reckless behind. You could wind up in jail. All these revenge plots of yours won’t end well. Eventually, you’ll be caught and not just by me. I mean, Gerry, my God. This year alone, you’ve stuffed forty chickens into that woman’s house for a week—ruining her flooring; you put a fish down Harriet Gould’s chimney making her house unlivable for two months; but that wasn’t enough. You had to go and turn the woman into a human Smurf!”

“She started that. She turned herself into a Smurf, I just helped a little.”

“She stopped taking the colloidal silver specifically because her skin began to change color. But that wasn’t enough for you. She wasn’t blue enough for you. For three months, you snuck into her house and put colloidal silver in her face cream and bottled water AND you put bleach in her hair dye! This is poisoning someone! You would go to jail for years if the authorities caught wind of it!”

“I know and I won’t apologize for that! You can spank me all you want, that bitch has sued my friends, tormented my neighbors and pissed me off more than any single person on this planet. She got what she deserved. You should have spanked her, not me.”

“You told me you would stop all this after the chicken fiasco.”

“Well, I have.” For a few brief periods of time.

“Don’t lie to me, what were you going to do with the masking tape, the paint remover and spray paint?”

“Work on that old table in the garage.”

“With neon pink spray paint?”

“I like neon pink.”

“Damn you! Forget it, fine. Go wreak havoc on the neighborhood, go to jail, see if I care! No, damn it, I do care. Gerry, you’re making me want to implant a GPS on you to make sure you stay out of trouble. Do I have to install an alarm system to track when you leave the house in the middle of the night?”

“No. Rob, I haven’t done anything.” Yet.

“Yet. Oh, forget it. But I’m warning you, next time it’s the cane for you, I’m buying one today. Maybe that will get through to you.

Gerry said nothing. Rob finally made an exasperated noise and stormed out of the room.

She wiped her tears, stood up and pulled up her pants over her very painful rear. Damn him. She hadn’t even done anything yet. Why did he have to come home right then? He caught her right at the door holding the bag. She was so surprised to see him, she’d acted totally guilty. She had to get better at covering her tracks.

She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t been able to get away with anything since she got together with the guy. He had telepathy or something. He always knew when she was pulling something. She had to get better at this. She couldn’t keep enduring all these stupid spankings, not when she was performing such a worthy public service.

Her next target was one of the most deserving, ever. Well, all of them were, but this guy really pushed her past her limits. Mark Weber was a heinous creepazoid, a smart lawyer who’d taken her friend Bobby for everything in their divorce. He even got her first house away from her, the one she’d bought with her own money. He was a snake. Gerry knew she couldn’t get Bobby’s money back, but she could certainly make the man’s life a bit more miserable.

©2008, Michelle Carlyle