Happy New Year To My Spanky Friends!
Hey guys, how are you all? I’m doing well. Had a fantastic Christmas with the family and I’m looking forward to the new year. I have PROMISED myself I will publish five plus spanking books this year. Hopefully, in the next couple months. I know I keep making these promises, but man, I get so busy. But I must make time for the books!
I hope you guys are all doing fun things tonight. I’m so tired, the Hubby and I are staying in and probably going to bed early. Like maybe right now. I didn’t even want to get up. I swear, all I want to do is hibernate this time of year.
Okay, so onto NEWBIE, soon to be found in Bottoms Up.
Hugs to all of you wonderful people and I wish you the best for the New Year!!
Michelle
Bill towered above her, a deep frown etching his handsome features. He spun the evil wooden paddle in his hands. “Bend it over, honey.” He jerked his head towards the kitchen island.
Angela held up her hands in a defensive gesture, bouncing in place. “But Bill, I swear, I was going to take out the garbage, I got distracted.”
His thick dark brows furrowed to form one large disapproving eyebrow. “Did you or did you not agree to be punished for lying? You told me you’d done it.”
“I did, almost. I mean, it was… I just… Oh, hell. Okay, okay. I guess I didn’t think you were completely serious about lies about garbage. I didn’t know you meant all lies.”
“Lies are lies! You left the bag in the garage and the cat tore into it last night. All you had to do was go another twenty feet and put the damn bag in the can. Then you lied to me and said you’d done it when I asked. I don’t get this.”
“Well, see, I was… I got distracted. Well, and I’d just done my nails and I hate that lid to the can and—“
“So instead of talking to me about it so I could get a better lid for the garbage can and make it easier on you, you just blew off the entire chore and lied to me about it.”
“Well, I emptied all the wastebaskets.”
He pointed dramatically towards the counter. “Bend it over!”
“But Bill, I—“
“Okay, that’s it, pants down,” he added with a menacing look in his eye.
“But, Bill, I—“
“Angela.” It was one word, but the deadly tone he used made it clear he’d reached his limit.
“Okay,” she replied. She reluctantly unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and took them down to her thighs. She left her panties up in hopes he’d just let her leave them there.
“Panties, too.”
Well, there went that little fantasy.
She pushed her undies down to mid-thigh and bent over the kitchen counter and screwed up her face in anticipation of the swats.
“You know if you just admitted to what you did, this would have been two pops over your jeans. But since you went on and on about how this wasn’t your fault and that lies about garbage don’t count—knowing full well they do—you’re getting five on this bare ass of yours.”
She turned to him, her mouth open. “Five!”
His blue gaze narrowed. “You want more?”
“No,” she replied quickly.
“Okay, then, count for me.”
He stood next to her, out of her peripheral she saw him wind up. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists.
She heard a slight whoosh; blinding pain scorched her bare behind. Bill was really putting his all into this! This was terrible!
“Count!”
“One!” she cried.
Whoosh-thwack! Searing pain roasted her ass. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Two!”
Every muscle tensed as she anticipated the next blow. The impact was severe, thrusting her hips against the cold cabinetry of the kitchen island. White-hot pain blasted through her. Every nerve jangled, tears stung her eyes. “Three!”
He grunted softly with the next strike; throwing his entire shoulder into the blow. Her body was propelled against the counter; her knees almost buckled from the pain.
“Four!”
The last smack was awesome; harrowing and exacting, incinerating her poor overwhelmed behind. “Five!”
She slumped against the counter, breathing hard to control the throbbing agony.
“Next time, take the damn garbage out and don’t lie to me,” he clipped out at her.
“I will, I promise.”
“Good.” He rubbed a hand over her fiery buns. “Damn this. Every time I see your reddened ass bent over, I lose my mind.”
The paddle clattered to the floor, startling her. She turned around, he’d unzipped his jeans, his hard tool was in his hand, a dark and intensely lustful look of hunger on his handsome face.
He spun her back around, bent her over further, slipping a hand down her front until he reached her sex. Teasing her clit with his supple fingers sent shock waves of desire rippling throughout her sex. Her ass throbbed, the stinging fueling her drive. She spread her legs further apart, arching her back so her ass stuck out more.
Growling deep in his throat, he thrust a finger inside her; he groaned when he found her so wet.
While her body responded to his masterful lovemaking, her brain argued with her. This was not the message she wanted to send him! She should be angry with him, not bending over and submitting to him right after he spanked her.
All those thoughts were obliterated when he circled her hard nub with a talented finger. Crying out, she reached behind her to grab hold of his steely member.
He gasped, knocked her hand away, and pushed himself inside her, pressing hard into her special zone of joy. Moaning loudly, she bit her fist, pounding the other against the granite countertop, trying to stave off her orgasm. Bill plowed into her ruthlessly; she delighted in every stabbing thrust; wanting more and more of him; deeper, harder, faster.
She lost all sense of place and time; spinning in a fog of want. She pictured his tool, his handsome face, his broad shoulders, his rounded pecs, the dark triangle of hair on his beefy chest; all of which sent her over the edge. Her mind and body blasted apart as she came; she pushed back against him, taking him even more deeply inside her.
Bill dug his fingers into her hips and jack-hammered inside her, pummeling her g-spot into his submission. His movements became more frantic as he built to his release; she moved in time to his rhythm, accommodating him, inviting him inside her as far as he could get.
Yelling, he shook, jerked and shuddered, throwing himself into her as he came; sending her right over the edge into another climax. She collapsed against the counter, spent, tired and satiated; he finished his final thrusts, then withdrew.
He slapped her ass a couple times, and bit her neck at the perfect spot, shocking her into another mini-orgasm. She cried out which transformed into a soft moan. She dropped her head to her arms, dizzy and out-of-breath. But very, very happy.
He rubbed her back and petted her head. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she replied in an exhausted tone.
He laughed. “You don’t sound okay.”
“I will be.”
“Damn it, I don’t want to reward you. But when you submit to me, your bare ass bent over, the contrite look on your face—I can’t stand it. I have to have you. Even though I was pretty mad at you, I can’t stop myself. God, I love you, honey.”
He pulled her up off the counter, turned her around and kissed her. Waves of desire coursed through her. What this man could do with a kiss!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Newbie, Parts Eleven and Twelve
Hey Cyber Friends!
Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!
I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!
But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!
Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
Which prompted her to sob with relief.
“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”
She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.
Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.
Thank God for this man.
He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.
He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”
Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.
She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.
“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.
“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”
Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.
“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”
“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”
“I just…”
“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”
“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.
He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.
Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.
He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.
Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.
He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.
Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.
He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.
Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.
Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.
Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.
Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.
Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.
His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.
He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.
“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”
Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”
She nodded, but clung to him.
“You want me to stay for a bit first?”
She hugged him harder.
They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.
Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.
“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.
What a work out!
Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”
“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.
“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”
Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”
The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.
“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.
Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”
“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”
“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”
“Good one.”
“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”
She shook her head. “Uh, no.”
“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”
She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”
“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”
“Me, too.”
He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”
He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”
“Uh, oh.”
“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”
“Damn.”
He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”
“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”
“You’re just not working up to your potential.”
“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”
He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Bill.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Happy holidays to you all! Wow, am I busy! With shopping, parties, the whole shebang, but life is good. I am so thankful for all my friends, for my fans, my husband and my home, I can’t tell you. When I think about how crappy things were last year at this time, I can’t believe how much better our lives are now. Hubby loves his job, I love mine, we get to keep our house and everything is finally stable. So for those of you who are suffering through bad times, take it from me, things do get better. And when your life finally turns around, boy, do you appreciate it!
I will not be posting next week due to massive Christmas stuff. I have 20 million people coming for Christmas Eve and about 10 million coming for Christmas Day. But I’m not complaining. I can’t wait to have all these great people destroying, I mean, partying in my house! Yay!!! Christmas!!!
But since we have no New Years plans (Hubby has to work on the 31st) I will be posting on the 31st. So I will see you all then!
Here is the next part of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
Which prompted her to sob with relief.
“Honey, honey, it’s okay,” he said. He picked her up, gathered her into his arms and cradled her. “I won’t hold anything against you, I won’t mention my credit rating again. I am going to leave this issue like it’s handled and we’re going to move on.”
She sobbed harder; so relieved. So happy. She’d blown it and now it was all over and they were moving on. No more guilt, only hard work to make sure the problem didn’t happen again. This was good.
Even though she’d never felt more pain coming from her buns before. Luckily, she’d heal. And in the process heal her bad habits. It was time to grow up.
Thank God for this man.
He picked her up—she still felt boneless—and carried her to their bedroom.
He gently lay her down on the bed. “Turn over and lay on your tummy, honey. I’m gonna go get an icepack and some aspirin.”
Lost in endorphins rushing to her aid, she did as she was told. She floated away, somewhere between residual pain and warm rushes that coursed throughout her body.
She jumped when he laid an icepack on her bare rear. After a second, it felt good. Very good.
“Here, take these, honey,” he said, offering her two aspirin and a bottle of cold water. She eagerly took the medicine, then lay back down, dizzy and exhausted.
“Dinner’s on it’s way, I called out for Chinese.”
Her nausea had begun to subside, food sounded pretty good. Especially food she didn’t have to cook. Still, she didn’t deserve this special treatment.
“I feel guilty,” she croaked. She drank some more water. “Guilty, you’re being too nice to me.”
“I couldn’t be nicer to you, honey. That was only a wake-up call, I wasn’t being mean to you. I was setting limits.”
“I just…”
“We’re done with that. Move on. You’re hurting and I’m going to help you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
The doorbell rang. Bill disappeared and returned ten minutes later with two plates of steaming hot food. He set one down on the bed. “You aren’t gonna want to sit. Eat right there.”
“Okay,” she said. She began to eat and didn’t stop. She was famished. He vacuumed up his food pretty fast too.
He took her plate and set them on their dressed. He returned to the bed, lay beside and petted her head. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you, too.”
He leaned in and kissed her. The residual pain plus his magnificent kiss ignited a flame of desire in her sex. All at once it hit her. Her entire body hummed with excitement; the punishment’s delayed effect on her libido. Atomic-powered lust exploded within her. Her deep-seated passion for submission; the way her body glowed now from the punishment in conjunction with sharp notes of lingering pain caused her hormones to jump into over-drive. She wanted him inside her. Hard and fast and punishing, she wanted him to make love to her.
Tuned into her, Bill ran a hand over her hot rear and dropped a hand between her legs; smiling into her mouth when he found his prize so wet.
He slid his finger inside her; tantalizing sensations rocketed through her. Dizzy, her head fell to the pillow; she ground her hips against the mattress.
Bill withdrew from her sex and gently pushed her onto her back. When her sizzling skin touched the silky material of the comforter, a shock went through her nether-regions; the spanking’s effect juicing her sex drive full-on. She fell back into a lake of want, floating in pure desire.
He moved her legs apart and settled in, gazing at her sex, his eyes alight with lust. He pushed her tender folds aside, his dexterous and very long tongue touched her engorged nub. Her entire body jerked upwards; it was like she’d stuck her clit in a light socket of joy. Just as electric pulses of pain raced through her body during her punishment, now it was electric pulses of longing. Crazy hunger gripped her entire being.
Bill carefully teased her folds; slowly, sweetly making her whole system sing. Quickly she climbed the ladder of nirvana; her orgasm building fast.
He launched an exquisite torrent of licks on her tiny head; her entire consciousness blew apart. Screaming, quaking, writhing, bucking, she scissored his head, grabbing him, rubbing herself against his mouth. Wringing every last bit of feeling out of the climax.
Her womb spasmed for the longest time; sending charges of delight through her clit. She fell back against the softness of the bed, basking in the hot afterglow of one of the best orgasms of her life.
Bill climbed on top, gently eased her legs apart and slipped his gigantic tool inside her.
Immediately, her body came alive; she was right back on that precipice of coming. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she squealed with yips of rapture; each thrust causing her to exclaim her bliss and love of her husband.
Surrendering, submitting to him, Bill grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, driving inside her, faster and faster. His gaze dark and feral; each thrust was aimed perfectly to elicit the perfect response in her. He never missed his target. Closer and closer she rose to the climax, abruptly blasting into a hellacious orgasm.
Her screams turned to rasps, her throat worn out from her punishment. He continued to plow her depths; his thrusts growing more violent, his teeth gritted, his face red. She allowed herself to take the ride with him, building again toward ecstasy.
His body jerked frantically against her with his release; pummeling her g-spot, causing her to burst into a bomb of an orgasm; bucking up against him, allowing him inside her as far as he could get. He hammered her, again and again, gradually decreasing until his last thrusts were gentle and loving.
He let go of her wrists, fell beside her, gathering her into his arms. “God I love you, baby,” he said in a harsh whisper, his voice urgent.
“I love you,” she croaked hoarsely. “Can’t… talk.”
Crushing her to him, he kissed the side of her face. “I’ll get my baby some wine. You want wine?”
She nodded, but clung to him.
“You want me to stay for a bit first?”
She hugged him harder.
They stayed in an embrace, their sweat-slicked bodies slippery and hot against each other. He kissed her neck and face, nuzzling her, cuddling her.
Even though the length of his body was pressed against hers, she began to get cold.
“You cold, baby?” he asked a second after she noticed.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Here, you get under the covers, I’m gonna go get us some drinks.” He slipped out of her grip and lifted the covers for her. The room spinning, she somehow got under the covers, collapsing on her side.
What a work out!
Bill laughed. “You look half-dead, honey.”
“I am,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
A while later, she felt his weight on the bed, a rush of cold air blasted her sweaty body as he climbed in next to her.
“Here, baby, I got you a mimosa.”
Her eyes flew open, she eagerly reached for the tall glass of orange bliss, causing him to chuckle. “Well, that made you come alive.”
The cool, bubbly sweet liquid slid down her parched throat, putting out the fire within. The scent of orange and champagne filled her senses; the coolness in her belly felt wonderful.
“Mmmmm,” she said, taking another long draw.
Her brain began to percolate again. She sat up next to him; a wave of pain from her tender ass caused her to wince. “Wow, that’s sore.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and it will be for a long time, baby. You’ll need a new chair at work.”
“Oh, God, work! I’ll have to come up with some excuse.”
“You fell on the back patio, slipping after you watered.”
“Good one.”
“Or you could just say your husband spanked you because you ruined his credit rating.”
She shook her head. “Uh, no.”
“I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to mention that again.”
She intertwined her legs with his. “No worries, baby.”
“You learn your lesson?” He rubbed her back gently.
“Uh, yeah.”
“I hope I never have to do that to you again.”
“Me, too.”
He brushed some red hair out of her eyes. “So how are you going to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“I’m going to make a chart of all my expenses and set up a calendar so I never forget again.”
He smiled, his entire handsome face lit up. “Good girl. That’s a great idea.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Maybe this isn’t the time, but I wanted to bring up something.”
“Uh, oh.”
“There have been some times recently where you… well, got kinda lazy. You know when we were cleaning the garage the other day? And you pretended to go inside to get something?”
“Damn.”
He laughed. “Honey, I’m getting to know you and your little games. Now in the future, I want to spank you for those. Not at all like today. Maybe one or two pops with the paddle, depending on the infraction, over your pants. Or if I really catch you slacking off, maybe panties off. I’ll determine that at the time.”
“I don’t like it, but I’ll submit to it. I don’t like disappointing you. I’d like to stop my sneaky childish ways. I mean, it’s embarrassing when you bring it up like that. You work so hard and are so meticulous and together… I’ve just…”
“You’re just not working up to your potential.”
“No, I’m not. And I know that.” She nodded, warming to the idea. She could totally take one or two pops with that dreadful thing. “Hopefully there will come a time where you won’t ever need to do that. Only during sex.”
He smiled and took her glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He brought her to him and kissed her. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Bill.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Newbie, Part Ten
Hey Guys and Gals!
Sorry I didn’t post on Friday, I was super busy from the time I woke up until I collapsed in bed at night. Same for Saturday. This was the first chance I’ve had. Christmas has completely eaten my life. CRAZY.
So here’s the continuation of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up. Next week, I may be late as well, I’m having ten people for dinner and will be insane. Well, more insane than normal. And then I’m going to skip a week because I have 28 people coming to my house Christmas Eve and will not have the bandwidth for blogging. But I’ll post a bigger chunk next weekend to compensate.
I hope you’re all doing fine and dandy and are happy. And are being spanked or are spanking deserving behinds regularly.
Hugs and love to you,
Michelle
Angela turned, wishing she hadn’t looked into his face. Bill was still furious with her. She walked by him, her eyes down and that’s when she saw the wooden paddle in his hand.
The paddle seemed gigantic. While it was about eighteen inches long, the business end about five inches across and at least a half an inch thick, it seemed like it was six feet long and as wide as the dining table. She’d never seen anything scarier.
“Y-y-you’re going to,” she gulped, “s-spank me with THAT?”
“You bet your hurt little ass I am. This punishment is for you, not me. My hand couldn’t take seventy-five of the kind I want to give you. And no, you won’t be sitting for some time.”
She began to cry. Her tears had no effect on him.
“Get in there and stop dawdling.”
Somehow she managed to walk into the living room. If she hadn’t been naked, she would have run for the door. And kept running.
“Over to the couch.”
Bill walked past her and sat down on their large leather couch. She reluctantly walked over to him. He leaned back and gestured for her to lie down across his lap. Her whole body shook with fear as she lowered herself down.
Bill took his time settling her. He adjusted her hips, his knee, getting her into the perfect position. He locked his arm across her back and pinned her legs with one of his.
“You try to get away and I start all over. You will take this because you deserve it. Now I’m giving you seventy-five. And each one is going to hurt like nothing else ever has.”
He moved to one side as he brought his arm back. She heard a whoosh and then her buns exploded with pain. She yelped, her toes curling, her whole body tensed. How the hell could she take seventy-four more like this? He paused a moment and let the ripples of pain echo throughout her body. Horrible.
Bill let her have it again. She shrieked, her butt burning with agony she’d never felt before in her life. He let the pain do its work, then smacked her again. She cried out, kicking her legs.
“No moving!” he ordered, punctuating his demand with a thunderous spank to her rear with his evil paddle.
She yowled. Bill got into an awful rhythm with his punishment. He worked her poor ass from top to bottom scorching her ass like he was branding it with a red-hot waffle iron. He wailed on the top, then fired into her sit spots.
The agony was unbelievable. White spots danced in her vision, she was so close to puking it wasn’t funny. She howled and cried and bellowed, but Bill didn’t skip a beat. He was doing a job, a job he took very seriously. None of the tenderness he normally displayed was evident tonight. He was punishing her all right. She’d never experienced anything so horrendous in her life.
And yet, the entire time, she knew she’d caused this. She’d walked right into it. She made this happen. She’d hurt him and their credit and their future and now she was being punished for it.
Bill put his entire body and shoulder into his strikes; each one caused her entire body to jump. She was bent so far over, her ass so high, each strike was excruciating.
Thwack! The flat of the paddle was so large, it impacted both buns at once; jolting her system with electric shocks of agony.
He allowed the paddle to travel a bit, up and down, roasting her poor butt. He spanked her sit spots, her upper thighs and the top of her ass, obliterating the entire area with torturous smacks.
Blistering pain coursed through her; her body convulsed with sobs and poured with sweat.
Soon, she couldn’t reflect on the experience, or get a thought straight in her head, she couldn’t do anything but cry and wail. Every nerve was on fire, her fists balled, her entire body shook, tears poured from her eyes.
Finally, she surrendered to her fate. It was no use kicking or balling her fists or tensing up. He wouldn’t stop. It didn’t help with the pain. She allowed herself to drape across his lap, limp as a noodle. Besides, there no fight left in her. She’d just take it. She deserved it and she’d take it.
Not long afterwards, he said, “Seventy-five!” and threw the paddle aside. She almost didn’t notice. The pain was so overwhelming; his spanks lingered on. The pain was still excruciating. She lay there moaning and crying softly, half-dead.
“Good girl,” he said as if he were talking from one end of a long tube. Her hearing was a bit wonky; she’d deafened herself during the event.
“You took that, honey. I’m proud of you. You took it well. You didn’t fight me, you didn’t threaten me, you didn’t beg me to stop, you just took it. Good girl. You may have let yourself down before, but you aren’t now. You know you needed this to stop. You needed me to help you intervene before you really hurt us. You took this because you know you deserved it. And I’m really happy that you saw what you did was wrong and didn’t try to run away from the blame.”
He gently placed a hand on her burning buns, she jerked from the contact. The pain had just slightly begun to ease. She was so bruised and sensitive, it wasn’t funny. Just his light touch hurt.
“Easy, easy, baby, easy. I got you bad here.” He rubbed her butt and the pain began to melt.
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
She sobbed with relief.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Sorry I didn’t post on Friday, I was super busy from the time I woke up until I collapsed in bed at night. Same for Saturday. This was the first chance I’ve had. Christmas has completely eaten my life. CRAZY.
So here’s the continuation of Newbie, soon to be found in Bottoms Up. Next week, I may be late as well, I’m having ten people for dinner and will be insane. Well, more insane than normal. And then I’m going to skip a week because I have 28 people coming to my house Christmas Eve and will not have the bandwidth for blogging. But I’ll post a bigger chunk next weekend to compensate.
I hope you’re all doing fine and dandy and are happy. And are being spanked or are spanking deserving behinds regularly.
Hugs and love to you,
Michelle
Angela turned, wishing she hadn’t looked into his face. Bill was still furious with her. She walked by him, her eyes down and that’s when she saw the wooden paddle in his hand.
The paddle seemed gigantic. While it was about eighteen inches long, the business end about five inches across and at least a half an inch thick, it seemed like it was six feet long and as wide as the dining table. She’d never seen anything scarier.
“Y-y-you’re going to,” she gulped, “s-spank me with THAT?”
“You bet your hurt little ass I am. This punishment is for you, not me. My hand couldn’t take seventy-five of the kind I want to give you. And no, you won’t be sitting for some time.”
She began to cry. Her tears had no effect on him.
“Get in there and stop dawdling.”
Somehow she managed to walk into the living room. If she hadn’t been naked, she would have run for the door. And kept running.
“Over to the couch.”
Bill walked past her and sat down on their large leather couch. She reluctantly walked over to him. He leaned back and gestured for her to lie down across his lap. Her whole body shook with fear as she lowered herself down.
Bill took his time settling her. He adjusted her hips, his knee, getting her into the perfect position. He locked his arm across her back and pinned her legs with one of his.
“You try to get away and I start all over. You will take this because you deserve it. Now I’m giving you seventy-five. And each one is going to hurt like nothing else ever has.”
He moved to one side as he brought his arm back. She heard a whoosh and then her buns exploded with pain. She yelped, her toes curling, her whole body tensed. How the hell could she take seventy-four more like this? He paused a moment and let the ripples of pain echo throughout her body. Horrible.
Bill let her have it again. She shrieked, her butt burning with agony she’d never felt before in her life. He let the pain do its work, then smacked her again. She cried out, kicking her legs.
“No moving!” he ordered, punctuating his demand with a thunderous spank to her rear with his evil paddle.
She yowled. Bill got into an awful rhythm with his punishment. He worked her poor ass from top to bottom scorching her ass like he was branding it with a red-hot waffle iron. He wailed on the top, then fired into her sit spots.
The agony was unbelievable. White spots danced in her vision, she was so close to puking it wasn’t funny. She howled and cried and bellowed, but Bill didn’t skip a beat. He was doing a job, a job he took very seriously. None of the tenderness he normally displayed was evident tonight. He was punishing her all right. She’d never experienced anything so horrendous in her life.
And yet, the entire time, she knew she’d caused this. She’d walked right into it. She made this happen. She’d hurt him and their credit and their future and now she was being punished for it.
Bill put his entire body and shoulder into his strikes; each one caused her entire body to jump. She was bent so far over, her ass so high, each strike was excruciating.
Thwack! The flat of the paddle was so large, it impacted both buns at once; jolting her system with electric shocks of agony.
He allowed the paddle to travel a bit, up and down, roasting her poor butt. He spanked her sit spots, her upper thighs and the top of her ass, obliterating the entire area with torturous smacks.
Blistering pain coursed through her; her body convulsed with sobs and poured with sweat.
Soon, she couldn’t reflect on the experience, or get a thought straight in her head, she couldn’t do anything but cry and wail. Every nerve was on fire, her fists balled, her entire body shook, tears poured from her eyes.
Finally, she surrendered to her fate. It was no use kicking or balling her fists or tensing up. He wouldn’t stop. It didn’t help with the pain. She allowed herself to drape across his lap, limp as a noodle. Besides, there no fight left in her. She’d just take it. She deserved it and she’d take it.
Not long afterwards, he said, “Seventy-five!” and threw the paddle aside. She almost didn’t notice. The pain was so overwhelming; his spanks lingered on. The pain was still excruciating. She lay there moaning and crying softly, half-dead.
“Good girl,” he said as if he were talking from one end of a long tube. Her hearing was a bit wonky; she’d deafened herself during the event.
“You took that, honey. I’m proud of you. You took it well. You didn’t fight me, you didn’t threaten me, you didn’t beg me to stop, you just took it. Good girl. You may have let yourself down before, but you aren’t now. You know you needed this to stop. You needed me to help you intervene before you really hurt us. You took this because you know you deserved it. And I’m really happy that you saw what you did was wrong and didn’t try to run away from the blame.”
He gently placed a hand on her burning buns, she jerked from the contact. The pain had just slightly begun to ease. She was so bruised and sensitive, it wasn’t funny. Just his light touch hurt.
“Easy, easy, baby, easy. I got you bad here.” He rubbed her butt and the pain began to melt.
“Honey, I’m going to carry you into the bedroom. Normally, I’d make you stand in that corner for awhile, but this was the most severe I’ve ever punished anyone. Because you deserved it and needed a strong wake-up call. No one ever blew it like this with me. And you’re just not like this. Anyway, your punishment is over and done with and I forgive you.”
She sobbed with relief.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, December 3, 2010
Newbie, Part Nine
Hey Cyber Buddies!
I’m here! On time and everything! Wow! I hope this post finds you all doing well. I am almost done with my Christmas shopping. A couple more things and then that’s it. Yay! My house looks like elves came in and destroyed it. Wrapping and decorations are everywhere. I hope to contain the mess soon. But I got the tree up, the outside lights up, all I need to do is a few things and I’m ready. And then maybe I’ll get back to work. Been taking a break from writing for the past couple weeks. Just need some downtime. Of course, “downtime” means getting Christmas ready and cleaning all the closets out and cleaning off the kitchen sideboards. It is time to purge! I’ve never been one to sit around much. In fact, I need to learn how to relax more. Plus this week, Hubby has been getting up at 5:30 and so have I. Which is way too early for me. I’m nearly dead today.
So here’s the story, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!, one of three books I hope to have done soon. My plate is so full, I wish I had time for everything. Especially getting my books out!
Hope all is well with you and yours and happy spanking!
Love,
Michelle
Angela drove around the block one more time, shaking, sweating, dreading going home. Bill was waiting for her to punish her. Her first real punishment. He’d warned her, they’d talked about it, she’d gone against his advice and broken her promise to him. And, in the process, managed to rack up late charges on three of her credit cards. Not only that, now that they were married, she’d done damage to Bill’s pristine credit rating. She had to admit, she’d blown it big time.
But she still didn’t want to face the consequences. The night they got engaged, he told her about Domestic Discipline and that he was a great believer in it. At the time—they’d just had awesome sex and he’d introduced her to the fun riding crop—it sounded like a good idea. Her insurance had almost gotten cancelled three times due to lack of payment, she’d thought maybe a little help from her new hunky mate would encourage her to get her crap together. Besides, she figured she’d never disappoint him. She was too in love with him and had too much respect for him.
Of course, after the four-month engagement period and their first six months of marriage, she’d sort of forgotten that she’d agreed to being punished for her transgressions. And she’d also started to lax off and resume her normal modus operandi, which meant she’d let some things go. She had a million excuses why she’d hadn’t paid her bills on time; all of them lame. When he’d confronted her the night before, as her reasons spilled off her tongue, upon hearing them, even she couldn’t argue that any of them were valid. It was all so frustrating. She already felt bad for hurting his credit rating—something she hadn’t even considered as a consequence to her actions. She’d been single for eight years; she’d forgotten that marriage meant that when one party screwed up their credit, it affected the other party.
His expression harsh, he’d told her that the next night would be Punishment Night. He purposefully told her in advance so she’d worry all day. He wanted it to be the first and last time he spanked her for real. He wanted her to anticipate it. He’d even sent her text messages during the day, reminding her how much it would hurt. And why he was doing it to her.
She had to admit, his technique had worked. She’d barely been able to concentrate at work, she’d nibbled at lunch but couldn’t get much food down. And now, she was a complete nervous wreck. She vividly remembered the two spanks he’d delivered on her poor ass when he showed her what a punishment spanking would be like. Highly unpleasant. And tonight he promised her many, many more just like those. One for each point he’d lost on his credit rating. And he’d lost seventy-five points.
She drove around the block once more. Her cell phone rang in her purse. She knew who it was. She’d left the office forty-five minutes before, it only took a half an hour to drive home and he’d called her right before she left.
She reluctantly answered the phone. Of course, it was him. “Where are you?”
“Uh…”
“Driving around the block?”
“I… oh, hell.”
“Angela,” his voice a near growl.
“I’m coming.”
“Good.” Click.
Her heart beating so hard in her chest, she could barely breathe, she turned the car around and drove home. She stepped out of her car and nearly fell over, her legs were so wobbly. Light-headed, she somehow made it up the walk and into the house. Bill wasn’t in the entry hall.
“In here,” he called out from the dining room.
She put her purse down on the entry hall table and hung up her coat on the coat rack by the door.
“Angela?” he said, sounding impatient.
“I’m coming,” she said glumly.
She walked into the dining room, he stood there, looking much taller than his six feet four inches. His beefy arms crossed, he was all long dark hair and formidable glowing blue eyes. His mustached mouth was drawn down in a frown; his dark brows furrowed. She gulped; her pulse pounded in her ears.
His strong jaw tight, he said, “We start the punishment now. You can eat later. I want you to stand over here in the corner. You’ll notice I have two pieces of paper taped up here on the walls. One of my credit rating before we got married and one from after.”
“I’m… sorry… is not going to cut it.”
“Nope. Over here now.”
She shuffled over to him.
“I want you to stand here and stare at these papers. I want you to realize what you cost me. Cost us. We were thinking of taking out a loan to do the remodel, now we’ll be paying a higher percentage rate. You do realize that, right?”
“No. I mean, yeah. I mean, no I hadn’t really thought about all the consequences.”
“Well, think about them now. Look at that. I’m no longer an 856, I’ve been dropped to 771. That’s seventy-five points, Angela. And I warned you how many times that your bills would be late?”
She looked at her feet, her face hot with shame. “At least five or six times you told me.”
“This will not happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
“And my little lesson here is going to ensure that you remember to pay your bills on time. Don’t look at the floor, look at these numbers.”
Sighing, tears welling in her eyes, she looked up at the numbers.
“Don’t cry yet, save those tears, you’re going to need them.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears; her stomach twisted painfully. She’d never been in this situation before. Everyone kind of let her get away with her bad behavior, pretty much her whole life. Sure it cost her hassles and money and time, but… she’d never felt this bad about her lack of discipline before. She’d never had consequences like this, either. Never been in a relationship with someone so together. Some part of her was starting to want to be punished, just so she could get rid of the overwhelming guilt. She’d never meant to hurt Bill. Of course, she’d started to ignore his warnings, just like she ignored her bills and all the other details she let slip. She didn’t want to do this anymore.
“I want you to stand here and look at these papers for a good long time and think about how bad you were. And I want you to realize how much your spanking is going to hurt. I want you to worry, to anticipate it. I want you to be so scared and upset by this whole thing, that the lesson is burned into your mind as well as your butt. You get me?”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Now to keep your mind on what’s going to happen to you, I’m going pull your slacks and panties down to your knees. I want your ass bare here, I want you to think about how badly it’s going to hurt soon. I want you to feel vulnerable.” He reached around, unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them and pulled them down to her knees. He took her panties and drew them down as well.
He was right. She did feel vulnerable. And ashamed. Being half-dressed provided that extra little bit of horror to the whole scene. This was unpleasant to say the least.
“Now I’m gonna leave you here and I’m not telling you for how long. You won’t know when your punishment will start. You just wait until I’m ready.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Okay then. Start thinking.”
He turned and walked out of the room. Embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, Angela had never been put in such a horrid situation before. This was terrible. The anticipation of her punishment, Bill being so angry at her, it was all so awful. Why the hell hadn’t she paid her bills? Was she this stupid? This self-destructive? She’d ruined Bill’s credit rating, all due to her… what? Laziness? Why didn’t she pay them? What was wrong with her?
The clock ticked behind her on the wall, the neighbor pulled up into his driveway, and yet still Bill did not walk into the dining room. Minutes passed. A half an hour. Her legs got tired; she was so nervous about her spanking, she could barely stand it. Her lower lip trembled; tears rolled down her cheeks. This was torture!
After the longest hour of her life, Bill walked into the room.
“Pants all the way off now. Your top, too. I want you naked.”
Her hands shook so badly, she could barely undo her top. Finally, she got her clothes off.
“Now follow me into the living room.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
I’m here! On time and everything! Wow! I hope this post finds you all doing well. I am almost done with my Christmas shopping. A couple more things and then that’s it. Yay! My house looks like elves came in and destroyed it. Wrapping and decorations are everywhere. I hope to contain the mess soon. But I got the tree up, the outside lights up, all I need to do is a few things and I’m ready. And then maybe I’ll get back to work. Been taking a break from writing for the past couple weeks. Just need some downtime. Of course, “downtime” means getting Christmas ready and cleaning all the closets out and cleaning off the kitchen sideboards. It is time to purge! I’ve never been one to sit around much. In fact, I need to learn how to relax more. Plus this week, Hubby has been getting up at 5:30 and so have I. Which is way too early for me. I’m nearly dead today.
So here’s the story, soon to be found in Bottoms Up!, one of three books I hope to have done soon. My plate is so full, I wish I had time for everything. Especially getting my books out!
Hope all is well with you and yours and happy spanking!
Love,
Michelle
Angela drove around the block one more time, shaking, sweating, dreading going home. Bill was waiting for her to punish her. Her first real punishment. He’d warned her, they’d talked about it, she’d gone against his advice and broken her promise to him. And, in the process, managed to rack up late charges on three of her credit cards. Not only that, now that they were married, she’d done damage to Bill’s pristine credit rating. She had to admit, she’d blown it big time.
But she still didn’t want to face the consequences. The night they got engaged, he told her about Domestic Discipline and that he was a great believer in it. At the time—they’d just had awesome sex and he’d introduced her to the fun riding crop—it sounded like a good idea. Her insurance had almost gotten cancelled three times due to lack of payment, she’d thought maybe a little help from her new hunky mate would encourage her to get her crap together. Besides, she figured she’d never disappoint him. She was too in love with him and had too much respect for him.
Of course, after the four-month engagement period and their first six months of marriage, she’d sort of forgotten that she’d agreed to being punished for her transgressions. And she’d also started to lax off and resume her normal modus operandi, which meant she’d let some things go. She had a million excuses why she’d hadn’t paid her bills on time; all of them lame. When he’d confronted her the night before, as her reasons spilled off her tongue, upon hearing them, even she couldn’t argue that any of them were valid. It was all so frustrating. She already felt bad for hurting his credit rating—something she hadn’t even considered as a consequence to her actions. She’d been single for eight years; she’d forgotten that marriage meant that when one party screwed up their credit, it affected the other party.
His expression harsh, he’d told her that the next night would be Punishment Night. He purposefully told her in advance so she’d worry all day. He wanted it to be the first and last time he spanked her for real. He wanted her to anticipate it. He’d even sent her text messages during the day, reminding her how much it would hurt. And why he was doing it to her.
She had to admit, his technique had worked. She’d barely been able to concentrate at work, she’d nibbled at lunch but couldn’t get much food down. And now, she was a complete nervous wreck. She vividly remembered the two spanks he’d delivered on her poor ass when he showed her what a punishment spanking would be like. Highly unpleasant. And tonight he promised her many, many more just like those. One for each point he’d lost on his credit rating. And he’d lost seventy-five points.
She drove around the block once more. Her cell phone rang in her purse. She knew who it was. She’d left the office forty-five minutes before, it only took a half an hour to drive home and he’d called her right before she left.
She reluctantly answered the phone. Of course, it was him. “Where are you?”
“Uh…”
“Driving around the block?”
“I… oh, hell.”
“Angela,” his voice a near growl.
“I’m coming.”
“Good.” Click.
Her heart beating so hard in her chest, she could barely breathe, she turned the car around and drove home. She stepped out of her car and nearly fell over, her legs were so wobbly. Light-headed, she somehow made it up the walk and into the house. Bill wasn’t in the entry hall.
“In here,” he called out from the dining room.
She put her purse down on the entry hall table and hung up her coat on the coat rack by the door.
“Angela?” he said, sounding impatient.
“I’m coming,” she said glumly.
She walked into the dining room, he stood there, looking much taller than his six feet four inches. His beefy arms crossed, he was all long dark hair and formidable glowing blue eyes. His mustached mouth was drawn down in a frown; his dark brows furrowed. She gulped; her pulse pounded in her ears.
His strong jaw tight, he said, “We start the punishment now. You can eat later. I want you to stand over here in the corner. You’ll notice I have two pieces of paper taped up here on the walls. One of my credit rating before we got married and one from after.”
“I’m… sorry… is not going to cut it.”
“Nope. Over here now.”
She shuffled over to him.
“I want you to stand here and stare at these papers. I want you to realize what you cost me. Cost us. We were thinking of taking out a loan to do the remodel, now we’ll be paying a higher percentage rate. You do realize that, right?”
“No. I mean, yeah. I mean, no I hadn’t really thought about all the consequences.”
“Well, think about them now. Look at that. I’m no longer an 856, I’ve been dropped to 771. That’s seventy-five points, Angela. And I warned you how many times that your bills would be late?”
She looked at her feet, her face hot with shame. “At least five or six times you told me.”
“This will not happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
“And my little lesson here is going to ensure that you remember to pay your bills on time. Don’t look at the floor, look at these numbers.”
Sighing, tears welling in her eyes, she looked up at the numbers.
“Don’t cry yet, save those tears, you’re going to need them.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears; her stomach twisted painfully. She’d never been in this situation before. Everyone kind of let her get away with her bad behavior, pretty much her whole life. Sure it cost her hassles and money and time, but… she’d never felt this bad about her lack of discipline before. She’d never had consequences like this, either. Never been in a relationship with someone so together. Some part of her was starting to want to be punished, just so she could get rid of the overwhelming guilt. She’d never meant to hurt Bill. Of course, she’d started to ignore his warnings, just like she ignored her bills and all the other details she let slip. She didn’t want to do this anymore.
“I want you to stand here and look at these papers for a good long time and think about how bad you were. And I want you to realize how much your spanking is going to hurt. I want you to worry, to anticipate it. I want you to be so scared and upset by this whole thing, that the lesson is burned into your mind as well as your butt. You get me?”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Now to keep your mind on what’s going to happen to you, I’m going pull your slacks and panties down to your knees. I want your ass bare here, I want you to think about how badly it’s going to hurt soon. I want you to feel vulnerable.” He reached around, unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them and pulled them down to her knees. He took her panties and drew them down as well.
He was right. She did feel vulnerable. And ashamed. Being half-dressed provided that extra little bit of horror to the whole scene. This was unpleasant to say the least.
“Now I’m gonna leave you here and I’m not telling you for how long. You won’t know when your punishment will start. You just wait until I’m ready.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Okay then. Start thinking.”
He turned and walked out of the room. Embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, Angela had never been put in such a horrid situation before. This was terrible. The anticipation of her punishment, Bill being so angry at her, it was all so awful. Why the hell hadn’t she paid her bills? Was she this stupid? This self-destructive? She’d ruined Bill’s credit rating, all due to her… what? Laziness? Why didn’t she pay them? What was wrong with her?
The clock ticked behind her on the wall, the neighbor pulled up into his driveway, and yet still Bill did not walk into the dining room. Minutes passed. A half an hour. Her legs got tired; she was so nervous about her spanking, she could barely stand it. Her lower lip trembled; tears rolled down her cheeks. This was torture!
After the longest hour of her life, Bill walked into the room.
“Pants all the way off now. Your top, too. I want you naked.”
Her hands shook so badly, she could barely undo her top. Finally, she got her clothes off.
“Now follow me into the living room.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Newbie, Part Eight
Hey Spanko Friends!
Did I forget something?????????? I woke up at four-thirty this morning thinking about you all and this blog. Normally if I forget my Friday morning posting, I realize Friday night. Or Saturday. Not Tuesday. Oh, well. Holi-daze got me. I will be posting this Friday, too, so please tune back in then.
Had an awesome time in Disneyland. We logged 43 hours in the park over four and a half days. We hammered that place. And everything we wanted to do happened on the other side of the park. We ran our asses off! “Quick! If we hurry, we can just make it!” We came home exhausted and went right into the holidays. Crazy time of the year. But we had a wonderful time, had great sex, marvelous luxurious baths and flew around the park during the day. What was really cool was Disneyland had their “Believe” show going on nightly, so we got fireworks every night. Sleeping Beauty’s Castle was all decorated with fake snow and beautiful lights. What a great time!
And all we wanted to do the following week after getting home was go back. Came home to some major ugliness with my writing career, but straightened it all out. As some of you know, I write a humor column and sometimes humor hits people wrong. And they write nasty letters to my publisher demanding she fire me. It’s all cleared up now, but I hate hate mail.
What I do love is writing for you guys!!! Yay, spanky fiction!
So here’s the latest installment of Newbie. Enjoy!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
As Angela came down, she collapsed against the couch and concentrated on breathing, so close to passing out, black spots dotted her vision.
Some part of her noticed that he picked up her limp body from the couch and carried her somewhere. Softness engulfed her.
“Honey? Are you okay?” came his worried voice.
“Fine,” she croaked.
“You look half-dead.”
“I am half-dead. You nearly annihilated me with pleasure.”
He laughed and hugged her. She curled up next to him and finally opened her eyes. The room still spun a bit. “Oooh, I’m dizzy. I didn’t breathe for a while there.”
“You turned bright red, honey. I’m sorry, I should have gone easier on you.”
She opened her eyes to face him. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
He kissed her. “You’re straight out of my dreams, baby. Me, too. That was… awesome.”
“I couldn’t even imagine this a month ago. Couldn’t even imagine this level of sex.”
“I’m so glad, honey. I love you. Oh, I found somethin’ while I was up there,” he said, reaching under the pillow.
She looked at him with alarm. “What?”
“Yeah, I found something while I was doing you. Here, check it out,” he said, handing her a small object.
It took a moment for her mind to comprehend it. He’d given her a ring. A beautiful diamond ring, had to be two carats. “Wait you…” She gazed up into his eyes, the message was clear. “You’re… Are you… Does this…?”
The sweetest smile on his handsome face, he asked, “Will you marry me, Angela?”
Bursting into tears she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She pulled away to look at the ring again. “Really?”
“Really,” he said, grinning.
“Yes! Oh, hell yeah, I’ll marry you!” She crushed him in a hug; he laughed.
He pushed her away. “Try on the ring honey, I want to see how it looks on you.”
She slipped in on her finger; it fit perfectly. “Oh, Bill, it’s gorgeous.”
“I’m glad you like it. There’s another part that you get when we get hitched.”
“I can’t believe this. Are you sure?”
“More than I’ve ever been.”
“Me, too. Wow.”
He kissed her. When he pulled away, his expression turned a bit more serious. “I would like to talk to you a bit about what I think makes a marriage work.”
“Good communication and awesome sex.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. But maybe I should have told you about what I expect from you and me, before I proposed.”
Her stomach fluttered. “Sounds ominous.”
He smiled. “No, no. It’s not bad, see, I just… my ex and I had some issues, they came up and I found a way to deal with them that worked, but she wasn’t too happy with my solution. Well, she wasn’t too happy, period. I tried… but anyway, that all fell apart, I don’t want that to happen with us.”
“Neither do I.”
“See, now I’ve noticed some things about you that… well, they don’t worry me—you’re not out-of-control—but we got different styles here. I’m pretty meticulous about my house and the way I do things. You…”
“Live in chaos.”
His smiled widened; his shoulders relaxed. “Uh, yeah. And I gotta tell you, honey, I can’t live like you do.”
“Neither can I.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“I know, I keep meaning to get my crap together. I just… have some self-control issues.”
“I got that and that’s where—if we have any problems—that’s where they’ll be. And I don’t want problems. I want to face everything head on.”
“Good, me, too. I’d like to have all my ducks in a row, like you. You know, the house together, the bills paid on time. I just… I don’t know. Get lazy.”
“I noticed. I mean, you go to your job, you got that together and you don’t seem to ever be late, not with me.”
“No, because I know it bugs you. But I do have to work at it.”
“Well, let me tell you how I addressed the same issues with my wife.”
“Okay.”
“Ever heard of Domestic Discipline?”
“No.”
“Okay, well, basically, if you don’t come through with what you promised, you get disciplined.”
She smiled. “Sounds fun.”
He shook his head. “It isn’t. It’s different than what we’ve been playing with. Very different. Its intended as a negative sanction, it’s… well, a punishment, a real one.”
All her extremities went wobbly; she got a bit dizzy. “You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be. It’s only for your own good and the good of the marriage.”
“And you want to do this with me.”
“Yeah. But only with your consent, obviously. If you don’t want to, I get it. I just… it works.”
“So if I don’t go along with it, the marriage proposal is off?”
He reached out and hugged her, hard. “No, no. Not at all, I love you honey. For better or worse.”
He released her; she sat back and thought. Actual sanctions for her bad behavior. New concept. She thought about all that trouble she’d had when her insurance got cancelled from lack of payment. Not that she didn’t have the money, she’d just let the deadline slip. What a horrendous hassle that had been. If he spanked her and it really hurt, she might actually get it together.
Of course, the whole idea did scare her. And titillated her. She loved this man’s dominant side.
She nodded. “This might actually help me.”
“That’s what I think. It will. Believe me, you suffer through just one real spanking of mine, I can guarantee you, you’ll be motivated.”
A thrill went through her sex. Damn, she was getting to be a regular masochist.
“I saw that shine in your eyes, no, you won’t like it. Really, you won’t. It will be completely different than these little play spankings. Here, you want one or two hard spanks? Real ones? So you can see?”
“Yeah,” she said eagerly. “Why not?”
“You won’t like ‘em.”
She rolled over onto her belly and clenched her fists in anticipation. Whack! Blistering pain ignited her ass. She yowled. He spanked her again—it felt like a solid piece of white-hot iron branded her buns. Tears stung her eyes, her ears rang, her vision went fuzzy.
“Okay, stop!” She collapsed to the mattress, breathing hard. “Wow. Okay, I get it.”
“You still game?”
“Yes. Even though, I will probably regret it.”
The pain gradually ceased replaced by waves of sensation that tingled her clit. Okay, she still liked part of it.
He took her in his arms and kissed her hard. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, Bill.”
A voice in the back of her mind asked: What have I gotten myself into?
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Did I forget something?????????? I woke up at four-thirty this morning thinking about you all and this blog. Normally if I forget my Friday morning posting, I realize Friday night. Or Saturday. Not Tuesday. Oh, well. Holi-daze got me. I will be posting this Friday, too, so please tune back in then.
Had an awesome time in Disneyland. We logged 43 hours in the park over four and a half days. We hammered that place. And everything we wanted to do happened on the other side of the park. We ran our asses off! “Quick! If we hurry, we can just make it!” We came home exhausted and went right into the holidays. Crazy time of the year. But we had a wonderful time, had great sex, marvelous luxurious baths and flew around the park during the day. What was really cool was Disneyland had their “Believe” show going on nightly, so we got fireworks every night. Sleeping Beauty’s Castle was all decorated with fake snow and beautiful lights. What a great time!
And all we wanted to do the following week after getting home was go back. Came home to some major ugliness with my writing career, but straightened it all out. As some of you know, I write a humor column and sometimes humor hits people wrong. And they write nasty letters to my publisher demanding she fire me. It’s all cleared up now, but I hate hate mail.
What I do love is writing for you guys!!! Yay, spanky fiction!
So here’s the latest installment of Newbie. Enjoy!
Hugs and love,
Michelle
As Angela came down, she collapsed against the couch and concentrated on breathing, so close to passing out, black spots dotted her vision.
Some part of her noticed that he picked up her limp body from the couch and carried her somewhere. Softness engulfed her.
“Honey? Are you okay?” came his worried voice.
“Fine,” she croaked.
“You look half-dead.”
“I am half-dead. You nearly annihilated me with pleasure.”
He laughed and hugged her. She curled up next to him and finally opened her eyes. The room still spun a bit. “Oooh, I’m dizzy. I didn’t breathe for a while there.”
“You turned bright red, honey. I’m sorry, I should have gone easier on you.”
She opened her eyes to face him. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
He kissed her. “You’re straight out of my dreams, baby. Me, too. That was… awesome.”
“I couldn’t even imagine this a month ago. Couldn’t even imagine this level of sex.”
“I’m so glad, honey. I love you. Oh, I found somethin’ while I was up there,” he said, reaching under the pillow.
She looked at him with alarm. “What?”
“Yeah, I found something while I was doing you. Here, check it out,” he said, handing her a small object.
It took a moment for her mind to comprehend it. He’d given her a ring. A beautiful diamond ring, had to be two carats. “Wait you…” She gazed up into his eyes, the message was clear. “You’re… Are you… Does this…?”
The sweetest smile on his handsome face, he asked, “Will you marry me, Angela?”
Bursting into tears she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She pulled away to look at the ring again. “Really?”
“Really,” he said, grinning.
“Yes! Oh, hell yeah, I’ll marry you!” She crushed him in a hug; he laughed.
He pushed her away. “Try on the ring honey, I want to see how it looks on you.”
She slipped in on her finger; it fit perfectly. “Oh, Bill, it’s gorgeous.”
“I’m glad you like it. There’s another part that you get when we get hitched.”
“I can’t believe this. Are you sure?”
“More than I’ve ever been.”
“Me, too. Wow.”
He kissed her. When he pulled away, his expression turned a bit more serious. “I would like to talk to you a bit about what I think makes a marriage work.”
“Good communication and awesome sex.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. But maybe I should have told you about what I expect from you and me, before I proposed.”
Her stomach fluttered. “Sounds ominous.”
He smiled. “No, no. It’s not bad, see, I just… my ex and I had some issues, they came up and I found a way to deal with them that worked, but she wasn’t too happy with my solution. Well, she wasn’t too happy, period. I tried… but anyway, that all fell apart, I don’t want that to happen with us.”
“Neither do I.”
“See, now I’ve noticed some things about you that… well, they don’t worry me—you’re not out-of-control—but we got different styles here. I’m pretty meticulous about my house and the way I do things. You…”
“Live in chaos.”
His smiled widened; his shoulders relaxed. “Uh, yeah. And I gotta tell you, honey, I can’t live like you do.”
“Neither can I.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“I know, I keep meaning to get my crap together. I just… have some self-control issues.”
“I got that and that’s where—if we have any problems—that’s where they’ll be. And I don’t want problems. I want to face everything head on.”
“Good, me, too. I’d like to have all my ducks in a row, like you. You know, the house together, the bills paid on time. I just… I don’t know. Get lazy.”
“I noticed. I mean, you go to your job, you got that together and you don’t seem to ever be late, not with me.”
“No, because I know it bugs you. But I do have to work at it.”
“Well, let me tell you how I addressed the same issues with my wife.”
“Okay.”
“Ever heard of Domestic Discipline?”
“No.”
“Okay, well, basically, if you don’t come through with what you promised, you get disciplined.”
She smiled. “Sounds fun.”
He shook his head. “It isn’t. It’s different than what we’ve been playing with. Very different. Its intended as a negative sanction, it’s… well, a punishment, a real one.”
All her extremities went wobbly; she got a bit dizzy. “You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be. It’s only for your own good and the good of the marriage.”
“And you want to do this with me.”
“Yeah. But only with your consent, obviously. If you don’t want to, I get it. I just… it works.”
“So if I don’t go along with it, the marriage proposal is off?”
He reached out and hugged her, hard. “No, no. Not at all, I love you honey. For better or worse.”
He released her; she sat back and thought. Actual sanctions for her bad behavior. New concept. She thought about all that trouble she’d had when her insurance got cancelled from lack of payment. Not that she didn’t have the money, she’d just let the deadline slip. What a horrendous hassle that had been. If he spanked her and it really hurt, she might actually get it together.
Of course, the whole idea did scare her. And titillated her. She loved this man’s dominant side.
She nodded. “This might actually help me.”
“That’s what I think. It will. Believe me, you suffer through just one real spanking of mine, I can guarantee you, you’ll be motivated.”
A thrill went through her sex. Damn, she was getting to be a regular masochist.
“I saw that shine in your eyes, no, you won’t like it. Really, you won’t. It will be completely different than these little play spankings. Here, you want one or two hard spanks? Real ones? So you can see?”
“Yeah,” she said eagerly. “Why not?”
“You won’t like ‘em.”
She rolled over onto her belly and clenched her fists in anticipation. Whack! Blistering pain ignited her ass. She yowled. He spanked her again—it felt like a solid piece of white-hot iron branded her buns. Tears stung her eyes, her ears rang, her vision went fuzzy.
“Okay, stop!” She collapsed to the mattress, breathing hard. “Wow. Okay, I get it.”
“You still game?”
“Yes. Even though, I will probably regret it.”
The pain gradually ceased replaced by waves of sensation that tingled her clit. Okay, she still liked part of it.
He took her in his arms and kissed her hard. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, Bill.”
A voice in the back of her mind asked: What have I gotten myself into?
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, November 12, 2010
Newbie, Parts Six and Seven
Hey Friends!
How are you? I am late, so I’m going to cut this short. Wanted to let you know I’ll be on vacation next week and so I’m doing a double post for you this week. Look for me to return on the day after Thanksgiving. Hubby and I are going to Disneyland! Whooo-hooo! Four and a half days in the park! Which makes us certifiable.
So here’s a double shot of Newbie, I hope you enjoy. When I get back, I’m going to get serious about putting out my next three books. I really am. I’ve made myself a promise.
Of course, I always get spanked for breaking promises…
Bad, bad, Michelle!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Bill gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
“I’m ready to come and we haven’t even started.”
“Oh, I’m counting on the fact that you will be coming. A lot. I want you up on that table, splayed out like a Thanksgiving Day meal. All for me.”
“Oh, God.” She hopped up on the table and laid down, her legs spread. His eyes shone as he raked her body with his gaze.
“Good, baby, real good. Now roll. First for the toy.”
He placed the die on the upper corner of the table; where there was a foot-wide patch of bare table. She took the die with the card markings, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She rolled. Hearts.
“That is the…” Bill said, looking over at the reference card on top of the buffet. “The vibrator—ooo, and so early in the game.” He laughed an evil laugh. “You are sunk, baby. Sunk. Now roll to see for how long. Each point is a second of time.”
She rolled; all the air got sucked out of her lungs. Two sixes.
Bill burst out laughing. “Good one. Oh, baby, this is gonna be a good one. Go on, roll one die for the multiplier.”
She didn’t want to. She rolled. Five.
Groaning, she flopped onto her back on the pad while Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, is this gonna be fun. Five times twelve is sixty seconds. How sweet is that? Now spread ‘em for me, honey. Wide.”
Sighing, she complied, her sex throbbing in anticipation. She was going to lose this game. Fast. Of course, at this point, if he so much as placed the tip of his index finger on her clit she’d explode.
Bill grabbed the evil Wahl—which was attached to an extension cord, and a timer off the buffet. He set the timer for a minute. Moving up next to the bed, he turned on the Wahl. He set the timer down, then simultaneously, he pressed the button on the timer and placed the buzzing head of the vibrator to her clit.
She nearly leapt off the table. She clutched the foam pad, pushing off the table with her legs.
“Stay in one place or we skip this and go right for the punishment. You have to lie there and take whatever I do to you.”
“Auuugggh! This is so hard! I c-c-c-c-can’t take this! Eeeeaaaah! No, no, no! No, I won’t come! No,” she whined. She pleaded with her mind to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocking her sex.
She quickly lost the battle. Blasting into an orgasm, she bucked up against the toy, screaming with pleasure. Spasms of joy echoed through her womb; her body radiated with pure exhilaration.
Bill laughed. “Oh, I’m gonna love this. Penalty! Now roll the die, let’s see what punishment you just earned.”
Breathing hard, but now very nervous, she rolled up onto her side, grabbed the die with the card markings and rolled. A club.
“Club… ooo, riding crop. I’ve been dying to introduce you to this one. Okay, baby, on your tummy. Wait, let me get the one addition I need here,” he said, reaching under the table. He withdrew a small pillow.
She got onto her stomach; he indicated she should lift up her hips. He placed the pillow directly under her so her butt was higher in the air. Oh, dear.
“Now, let me get you all ready,” he said, grabbing the back of her panties and pulling them down to mid-thigh. “Oh, that is a pretty, pretty sight, honey.” He ran a hand over her tush, electrifying her clit again. This was crazy!
She wondered what the crop would feel like. Could she take it? Her stomach did flip-flops.
“Roll the two die, let’s see how many you get.”
Her hand shaking, she rolled the two die. A five and a four. “Damn this!”
He chuckled with pure delight. “Great, now roll to see what the multiplier is.”
She prayed for a one. She got a four. That was… thirty-six strokes with the damn weapon! And this soon!
“Baby is gonna be sore by the end of this evening.” He sounded positively gleeful at the prospect. He got the whip and showed it to her. “Scared?” he gloated.
“Yeah,” she admitted readily.
The sinister glint in his eye grew. “Good.”
He raised the whip and swished through the air a few times. She froze in fear; every muscle taut.
She grasped the foam in anticipation of her punishment. She heard the whip cut through the air, it cracked against her sit spots, she jumped. The pain was sharp, but delicious. Waves of sensation rocked her clit; she ground her hips against the pillow. This was fun!
“One down, thirty-five to go,” he said. Swish-crack! Little sharper, she yipped.
Bill delivered a sharp report of several strikes, the pain built; she gripped the foam harder. He stopped and ran a hand over her now flaming buns. The edge went off the pain; she relished in the hot tendrils of desire that ignited in her sex.
“Okay, I’m gonna go a bit harder here, let’s see what you can take,” he said. The pit of her stomach dropped. Could she take what he could dish out?
Swish-crack! A searing hot strike inflamed her ass; shocking her. A storm of hits bombarded her burning buns; this was intense! He stopped and rubbed her butt; the pain melted into pure pleasure. Wow, this was crazy, but really fun. Almost on the edge of what she could take, but it was amazing what it did for her libido. Now wet, she pressed her hips against the foam pad, wishing all to hell he’d slip his hand underneath her and stroke her.
“Okay, baby, one more session here and you’re done with your punishment.”
The whip came down on her ass, hard. One right after another, she gritted her teeth and squealed while the crop made mincemeat out of her rear end. He finished with one final strike that made her yelp loudly. She collapsed against the foam pad, breathing to control the pain. Okay, that was close to what she could take. Very close. He massaged her scorched buns; her sex throbbed with an intensity she’d never felt before. Her entire body warmed, her feet tingled. So amazing!
He kissed her on the cheek. “You did real good, honey, I’m proud of you. You can really take it. How was that?”
“Right on the edge.”
“Good, good. When I know all your limits, I can give you the most pleasure with this stuff.”
“Hooo. That was intense.”
“And we’ve only just begun. Okay, roll the dice, let’s see what toy you get.”
She practically jumped on the dice. Clit payoff time! She was so horny, she couldn’t wait. All she wanted was for him to touch her. She’d never wanted to come so badly. And while she knew if she came, she’d get punished, the spanking and or whipping was a reward unto itself. She’d never had more fun in her life!
She rolled the card die. King.
“Ooo, little girl gets the glass dildo. Now see how many times I get to thrust it inside you.”
“Oh, dear.” She rolled a four and a six. “Yay!” she exclaimed.
He laughed at her reaction. “You are so cute, Angela. This is fun, huh?”
“Yeah, but where’s your payoff?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s coming.”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you come all right.”
He took in a deep breath. “Don’t. This is tough enough for me. I’m so ready to bend you over the couch in the living room, it isn’t funny.”
“Ooh, I almost came. Okay, let’s see what the multiplier is.” She rolled a three. “Cool! Thirty thrusts, let’s go!”
He laughed and retrieved the dildo. “Okay, baby, on your back with your legs spread wide. And it’s time to get rid of these,” he said, tugging on her panties. “Lose the bra, too, I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours.” She obliged, he looked at her naked body like she was a buffet.
“I can’t take it, short intermission, here.” He leaned forward, took a breast in his mouth while lightly massaging her other breast, creating a four-lane highway of lust that went straight to her clit. She writhed on the pad and moaned in pleasure.
He pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “I’m not gonna be able to play this for much longer here.”
“Me, neither.”
Bill smiled, grabbed the toy phallus and moved down to the end of the table. “Spread ‘em wide for me, baby.”
Eagerly, she moved her legs apart, inviting him inside.
“Now, don’t come or you’ll get punished,” he said with a huge grin on his handsome face.
He slipped the dildo carefully inside her. It felt so cool, yet so slippery and wonderful. When he hit her g-spot, she cried out.
“Easy, easy, baby. That was one.”
She grabbed the foam pad with both hands and tried to stave off the orgasm. This wasn’t going to be easy. He slid it out; ripples of excruciating pleasure coursed through her sex.
He thrust it in a bit faster, she gasped, every muscle tense. No, don’t come, don’t come yet.
Bill withdrew it; she nearly fainted with longing. Inside once more, her toes curled, she shut her eyes tightly. She wanted to come so badly she wanted to die.
He pushed the toy inside her again, then withdrew more quickly. He increased his pace; every cell in her body cried out for release.
She was so far gone, she thought she heard him say something like, “I can’t stand it, I have to…”
His warm and wet tongue touched her clit; she yelled, so close to coming, she knew she couldn’t stop. Bill flicked her engorged head; thrusting into her with the glass toy.
Every bit of her tried to stop the orgasm. He launched an all-out assault on her hardened nub with his tongue while pressing the toy deeply inside her.
Angela’s entire mind and body blew apart. She screamed in a deafening roar; writhing and bucking. She grabbed his head and smashed it to her clit. He obliged her, licking at her, shoving the toy inside her, sending her over the edge again and again. She forgot where she was, what was going on; all she could do was come.
She was barely aware that he’d withdrawn the toy and stopped. She grabbed herself, moving her hips against her hand, wringing every last bit of pleasure she could out of her climax. Her entire body sang with happiness.
“Oh, what a bad girl. We can skip the rest of this game, you need to pay and you need to pay now.”
He picked her up off the table and carried her into the living room. She was over his lap with her face pressed into the sofa before she realized it. When his large hand slapped against her sit spots, she exploded into another violent orgasm. Crying out, she lifted her ass higher. He spanked her harder and harder, causing a series of massive climaxes to rocket through her sex.
Moaning, yelling, coming; her mind was a swirling mass of pain and pleasure. She could barely process the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.
Bill abruptly picked her up off his lap, stood with her, pulled her around to the back of the couch and bent her over. When his solid steel tool thrust inside her, she shot right back to the edge, screaming with pure rapture. Bill came at her like a wild man, driving so deeply inside her, each hit to her g-spot caused her to erupt into another orgasm. She could barely breathe; she couldn’t think; he kept her out in a place of pure feeling, pure ecstasy.
He increased his pace until he released inside her; roaring loudly, launching her into an even stronger orgasm. She was so far gone, she couldn’t see; her mind was a kaleidoscope of colors; her scattered thoughts centered only on the intense pleasure the man brought her.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
How are you? I am late, so I’m going to cut this short. Wanted to let you know I’ll be on vacation next week and so I’m doing a double post for you this week. Look for me to return on the day after Thanksgiving. Hubby and I are going to Disneyland! Whooo-hooo! Four and a half days in the park! Which makes us certifiable.
So here’s a double shot of Newbie, I hope you enjoy. When I get back, I’m going to get serious about putting out my next three books. I really am. I’ve made myself a promise.
Of course, I always get spanked for breaking promises…
Bad, bad, Michelle!
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Bill gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
“I’m ready to come and we haven’t even started.”
“Oh, I’m counting on the fact that you will be coming. A lot. I want you up on that table, splayed out like a Thanksgiving Day meal. All for me.”
“Oh, God.” She hopped up on the table and laid down, her legs spread. His eyes shone as he raked her body with his gaze.
“Good, baby, real good. Now roll. First for the toy.”
He placed the die on the upper corner of the table; where there was a foot-wide patch of bare table. She took the die with the card markings, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She rolled. Hearts.
“That is the…” Bill said, looking over at the reference card on top of the buffet. “The vibrator—ooo, and so early in the game.” He laughed an evil laugh. “You are sunk, baby. Sunk. Now roll to see for how long. Each point is a second of time.”
She rolled; all the air got sucked out of her lungs. Two sixes.
Bill burst out laughing. “Good one. Oh, baby, this is gonna be a good one. Go on, roll one die for the multiplier.”
She didn’t want to. She rolled. Five.
Groaning, she flopped onto her back on the pad while Bill chuckled. “Oh, baby, is this gonna be fun. Five times twelve is sixty seconds. How sweet is that? Now spread ‘em for me, honey. Wide.”
Sighing, she complied, her sex throbbing in anticipation. She was going to lose this game. Fast. Of course, at this point, if he so much as placed the tip of his index finger on her clit she’d explode.
Bill grabbed the evil Wahl—which was attached to an extension cord, and a timer off the buffet. He set the timer for a minute. Moving up next to the bed, he turned on the Wahl. He set the timer down, then simultaneously, he pressed the button on the timer and placed the buzzing head of the vibrator to her clit.
She nearly leapt off the table. She clutched the foam pad, pushing off the table with her legs.
“Stay in one place or we skip this and go right for the punishment. You have to lie there and take whatever I do to you.”
“Auuugggh! This is so hard! I c-c-c-c-can’t take this! Eeeeaaaah! No, no, no! No, I won’t come! No,” she whined. She pleaded with her mind to think of anything but the delicious sensations rocking her sex.
She quickly lost the battle. Blasting into an orgasm, she bucked up against the toy, screaming with pleasure. Spasms of joy echoed through her womb; her body radiated with pure exhilaration.
Bill laughed. “Oh, I’m gonna love this. Penalty! Now roll the die, let’s see what punishment you just earned.”
Breathing hard, but now very nervous, she rolled up onto her side, grabbed the die with the card markings and rolled. A club.
“Club… ooo, riding crop. I’ve been dying to introduce you to this one. Okay, baby, on your tummy. Wait, let me get the one addition I need here,” he said, reaching under the table. He withdrew a small pillow.
She got onto her stomach; he indicated she should lift up her hips. He placed the pillow directly under her so her butt was higher in the air. Oh, dear.
“Now, let me get you all ready,” he said, grabbing the back of her panties and pulling them down to mid-thigh. “Oh, that is a pretty, pretty sight, honey.” He ran a hand over her tush, electrifying her clit again. This was crazy!
She wondered what the crop would feel like. Could she take it? Her stomach did flip-flops.
“Roll the two die, let’s see how many you get.”
Her hand shaking, she rolled the two die. A five and a four. “Damn this!”
He chuckled with pure delight. “Great, now roll to see what the multiplier is.”
She prayed for a one. She got a four. That was… thirty-six strokes with the damn weapon! And this soon!
“Baby is gonna be sore by the end of this evening.” He sounded positively gleeful at the prospect. He got the whip and showed it to her. “Scared?” he gloated.
“Yeah,” she admitted readily.
The sinister glint in his eye grew. “Good.”
He raised the whip and swished through the air a few times. She froze in fear; every muscle taut.
She grasped the foam in anticipation of her punishment. She heard the whip cut through the air, it cracked against her sit spots, she jumped. The pain was sharp, but delicious. Waves of sensation rocked her clit; she ground her hips against the pillow. This was fun!
“One down, thirty-five to go,” he said. Swish-crack! Little sharper, she yipped.
Bill delivered a sharp report of several strikes, the pain built; she gripped the foam harder. He stopped and ran a hand over her now flaming buns. The edge went off the pain; she relished in the hot tendrils of desire that ignited in her sex.
“Okay, I’m gonna go a bit harder here, let’s see what you can take,” he said. The pit of her stomach dropped. Could she take what he could dish out?
Swish-crack! A searing hot strike inflamed her ass; shocking her. A storm of hits bombarded her burning buns; this was intense! He stopped and rubbed her butt; the pain melted into pure pleasure. Wow, this was crazy, but really fun. Almost on the edge of what she could take, but it was amazing what it did for her libido. Now wet, she pressed her hips against the foam pad, wishing all to hell he’d slip his hand underneath her and stroke her.
“Okay, baby, one more session here and you’re done with your punishment.”
The whip came down on her ass, hard. One right after another, she gritted her teeth and squealed while the crop made mincemeat out of her rear end. He finished with one final strike that made her yelp loudly. She collapsed against the foam pad, breathing to control the pain. Okay, that was close to what she could take. Very close. He massaged her scorched buns; her sex throbbed with an intensity she’d never felt before. Her entire body warmed, her feet tingled. So amazing!
He kissed her on the cheek. “You did real good, honey, I’m proud of you. You can really take it. How was that?”
“Right on the edge.”
“Good, good. When I know all your limits, I can give you the most pleasure with this stuff.”
“Hooo. That was intense.”
“And we’ve only just begun. Okay, roll the dice, let’s see what toy you get.”
She practically jumped on the dice. Clit payoff time! She was so horny, she couldn’t wait. All she wanted was for him to touch her. She’d never wanted to come so badly. And while she knew if she came, she’d get punished, the spanking and or whipping was a reward unto itself. She’d never had more fun in her life!
She rolled the card die. King.
“Ooo, little girl gets the glass dildo. Now see how many times I get to thrust it inside you.”
“Oh, dear.” She rolled a four and a six. “Yay!” she exclaimed.
He laughed at her reaction. “You are so cute, Angela. This is fun, huh?”
“Yeah, but where’s your payoff?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s coming.”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you come all right.”
He took in a deep breath. “Don’t. This is tough enough for me. I’m so ready to bend you over the couch in the living room, it isn’t funny.”
“Ooh, I almost came. Okay, let’s see what the multiplier is.” She rolled a three. “Cool! Thirty thrusts, let’s go!”
He laughed and retrieved the dildo. “Okay, baby, on your back with your legs spread wide. And it’s time to get rid of these,” he said, tugging on her panties. “Lose the bra, too, I want to see those beautiful breasts of yours.” She obliged, he looked at her naked body like she was a buffet.
“I can’t take it, short intermission, here.” He leaned forward, took a breast in his mouth while lightly massaging her other breast, creating a four-lane highway of lust that went straight to her clit. She writhed on the pad and moaned in pleasure.
He pulled away, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “I’m not gonna be able to play this for much longer here.”
“Me, neither.”
Bill smiled, grabbed the toy phallus and moved down to the end of the table. “Spread ‘em wide for me, baby.”
Eagerly, she moved her legs apart, inviting him inside.
“Now, don’t come or you’ll get punished,” he said with a huge grin on his handsome face.
He slipped the dildo carefully inside her. It felt so cool, yet so slippery and wonderful. When he hit her g-spot, she cried out.
“Easy, easy, baby. That was one.”
She grabbed the foam pad with both hands and tried to stave off the orgasm. This wasn’t going to be easy. He slid it out; ripples of excruciating pleasure coursed through her sex.
He thrust it in a bit faster, she gasped, every muscle tense. No, don’t come, don’t come yet.
Bill withdrew it; she nearly fainted with longing. Inside once more, her toes curled, she shut her eyes tightly. She wanted to come so badly she wanted to die.
He pushed the toy inside her again, then withdrew more quickly. He increased his pace; every cell in her body cried out for release.
She was so far gone, she thought she heard him say something like, “I can’t stand it, I have to…”
His warm and wet tongue touched her clit; she yelled, so close to coming, she knew she couldn’t stop. Bill flicked her engorged head; thrusting into her with the glass toy.
Every bit of her tried to stop the orgasm. He launched an all-out assault on her hardened nub with his tongue while pressing the toy deeply inside her.
Angela’s entire mind and body blew apart. She screamed in a deafening roar; writhing and bucking. She grabbed his head and smashed it to her clit. He obliged her, licking at her, shoving the toy inside her, sending her over the edge again and again. She forgot where she was, what was going on; all she could do was come.
She was barely aware that he’d withdrawn the toy and stopped. She grabbed herself, moving her hips against her hand, wringing every last bit of pleasure she could out of her climax. Her entire body sang with happiness.
“Oh, what a bad girl. We can skip the rest of this game, you need to pay and you need to pay now.”
He picked her up off the table and carried her into the living room. She was over his lap with her face pressed into the sofa before she realized it. When his large hand slapped against her sit spots, she exploded into another violent orgasm. Crying out, she lifted her ass higher. He spanked her harder and harder, causing a series of massive climaxes to rocket through her sex.
Moaning, yelling, coming; her mind was a swirling mass of pain and pleasure. She could barely process the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.
Bill abruptly picked her up off his lap, stood with her, pulled her around to the back of the couch and bent her over. When his solid steel tool thrust inside her, she shot right back to the edge, screaming with pure rapture. Bill came at her like a wild man, driving so deeply inside her, each hit to her g-spot caused her to erupt into another orgasm. She could barely breathe; she couldn’t think; he kept her out in a place of pure feeling, pure ecstasy.
He increased his pace until he released inside her; roaring loudly, launching her into an even stronger orgasm. She was so far gone, she couldn’t see; her mind was a kaleidoscope of colors; her scattered thoughts centered only on the intense pleasure the man brought her.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, November 5, 2010
Newbie, Part Five
Hey There, Hi There, Ho There!
Who you callin’ a ho? I know that’s not the next line of the song, but it’s what I always think. Okie-dokie, I’m on my way out of the house, so I’m gonna make this short. I hope you guys have a splendid weekend full of spanking and sex. Mine will be full of cleaning and chores. Oh, boy. Slated to start today, I’m going to be cleaning all day. I can’t wait…
Anyway, I hope your day is much more exciting than mine. Don’t forget to set your clocks back an hour on Saturday night and don’t forget to check your smoke alarms.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Angela’s pulse raced. Bill had something big in store for her, he’d told her as much. She sat in her car, her palms sweating, her feet tapping out the words I’m Nervous in Morse Code.
She couldn’t sit there much longer, he’d notice soon if he hadn’t noticed already. She’d probably get extra spanks for delaying her entrance.
Ooh, those spankings of his. Way too hot. She’d had no idea she could come from a spanking alone, but Bill had taught her the ways of erotic spanking. The thought of their previous evenings made her lightheaded.
Why was she feeling so chicken? Well, duh. Maybe it was that little bit he dropped about buying “implements”?
Mentally slapping herself, she got out of the car and walked up to the house purposefully, her shoulders straight, her head high—while her interior was filled with Jello.
He opened the door before she reached it, a puzzled smile on his carved face. “Why’d you stay in the car so long? On a phone call?”
Her face grew hot. Even before she could answer him, he burst out laughing. “You’re nervous?”
She nodded, expecting to be reassured. His mustached grin turned sinister, his eyes, hard. He nodded. “Good, you should be.”
Angela almost yelped. She stayed frozen to the porch.
“Well, come on in, baby, let’s get this party started.” He stood out of the way and gestured her inside.
Feeling as if bricks were attached to her feet, she forced herself to walk inside. He closed the door behind her.
She turned and gazed up at him, he took her in his arms and kissed her. A beautiful, lovely, warm, sweet kiss. He pulled away, his ocean blue eyes twinkling down at her. “I love you, baby.”
She melted into a pool of goo. “I love you, Bill!” She threw her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through his long dark, hair and kissed him. Tongues intertwined, they played and danced in each other’s mouths. Angela’s sex welled with want; she wondered how long it would be before they began their evening’s fun.
Mid-kiss, Bill took control. Savaging her mouth, he dominated the kiss. Her knees went weak, his steely arm locked across her back to steady her. Her mind swirled with lust.
He pulled away; the smile in his eyes was replaced by a cool hunger. Just the look alone made her want to come.
“We’re gonna play a little game I devised. We start now. Come here,” he said, grabbing her by the hand.
He led her into his gourmet kitchen and up to a granite-covered center island. On top of the black and grey-flecked surface were three die. Two were normal, one bore different markings on each side; a king, a queen, a jack, some hearts, some spades, one club.
“Okay, first I take off your clothes.” His voice was low and rasping, sending a thrill through her. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. Slipping it over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor.
He ran a hand over a bun. “Nice underwear, honey. Love the matching red panties and bra. Okay, we’ll leave those on for a while. Now get out of those shoes, good. Yeah, I like you like this.” He ran a hand down her back, swept it over her hips and touched her sex.
Every nerve jumped, she instantly got wet.
He grinned at her reaction. “Oh, baby, wait. What I have in store for you. I’m telling you now, you won’t be the same.”
A shiver of fear raced up her spine followed by a wallop to her sex. Throbbing hard, she felt on the verge of climax and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet.
“Okay, baby, grab those dice and we’re going into the dining room. We’re going to give all new meaning to eating in.”
She laughed; he joined her. He gestured toward the dining room. She gathered the dice and walked out of the kitchen.
She walked into the dining room, her heart stopped. On the dining table was a large foam pad covered in black material. The room was dimly lit, the light provided by a group of candles on two small side tables on one side of the room and the overhead light, which was a bare glow. On the buffet that ran along the wall to her right were many different items: one popped out at her: a riding crop.
Swallowing hard, she stared at the buffet in abject terror, every muscle taut, sweat breaking out all over her body.
His voice in her ear gave her goose-bumps. “Starting to get the picture, aren’t you? My bad girl.”
Lightheaded, she stammered, “Uh… yeah.”
“Okay, we start at the buffet, bring the dice over here, let me introduce you to some new concepts.”
“Oh, God.”
He grinned at her, but his gaze was wicked with lust and dominance. “Here we have a group of toys. Glass dildo, vibrating dildo, vibrator.”
A jolt went through her sex, setting her clit on fire. Oh, man. This was going to be an evening to remember.
He gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Who you callin’ a ho? I know that’s not the next line of the song, but it’s what I always think. Okie-dokie, I’m on my way out of the house, so I’m gonna make this short. I hope you guys have a splendid weekend full of spanking and sex. Mine will be full of cleaning and chores. Oh, boy. Slated to start today, I’m going to be cleaning all day. I can’t wait…
Anyway, I hope your day is much more exciting than mine. Don’t forget to set your clocks back an hour on Saturday night and don’t forget to check your smoke alarms.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Angela’s pulse raced. Bill had something big in store for her, he’d told her as much. She sat in her car, her palms sweating, her feet tapping out the words I’m Nervous in Morse Code.
She couldn’t sit there much longer, he’d notice soon if he hadn’t noticed already. She’d probably get extra spanks for delaying her entrance.
Ooh, those spankings of his. Way too hot. She’d had no idea she could come from a spanking alone, but Bill had taught her the ways of erotic spanking. The thought of their previous evenings made her lightheaded.
Why was she feeling so chicken? Well, duh. Maybe it was that little bit he dropped about buying “implements”?
Mentally slapping herself, she got out of the car and walked up to the house purposefully, her shoulders straight, her head high—while her interior was filled with Jello.
He opened the door before she reached it, a puzzled smile on his carved face. “Why’d you stay in the car so long? On a phone call?”
Her face grew hot. Even before she could answer him, he burst out laughing. “You’re nervous?”
She nodded, expecting to be reassured. His mustached grin turned sinister, his eyes, hard. He nodded. “Good, you should be.”
Angela almost yelped. She stayed frozen to the porch.
“Well, come on in, baby, let’s get this party started.” He stood out of the way and gestured her inside.
Feeling as if bricks were attached to her feet, she forced herself to walk inside. He closed the door behind her.
She turned and gazed up at him, he took her in his arms and kissed her. A beautiful, lovely, warm, sweet kiss. He pulled away, his ocean blue eyes twinkling down at her. “I love you, baby.”
She melted into a pool of goo. “I love you, Bill!” She threw her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through his long dark, hair and kissed him. Tongues intertwined, they played and danced in each other’s mouths. Angela’s sex welled with want; she wondered how long it would be before they began their evening’s fun.
Mid-kiss, Bill took control. Savaging her mouth, he dominated the kiss. Her knees went weak, his steely arm locked across her back to steady her. Her mind swirled with lust.
He pulled away; the smile in his eyes was replaced by a cool hunger. Just the look alone made her want to come.
“We’re gonna play a little game I devised. We start now. Come here,” he said, grabbing her by the hand.
He led her into his gourmet kitchen and up to a granite-covered center island. On top of the black and grey-flecked surface were three die. Two were normal, one bore different markings on each side; a king, a queen, a jack, some hearts, some spades, one club.
“Okay, first I take off your clothes.” His voice was low and rasping, sending a thrill through her. He turned her around and unzipped her dress. Slipping it over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor.
He ran a hand over a bun. “Nice underwear, honey. Love the matching red panties and bra. Okay, we’ll leave those on for a while. Now get out of those shoes, good. Yeah, I like you like this.” He ran a hand down her back, swept it over her hips and touched her sex.
Every nerve jumped, she instantly got wet.
He grinned at her reaction. “Oh, baby, wait. What I have in store for you. I’m telling you now, you won’t be the same.”
A shiver of fear raced up her spine followed by a wallop to her sex. Throbbing hard, she felt on the verge of climax and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet.
“Okay, baby, grab those dice and we’re going into the dining room. We’re going to give all new meaning to eating in.”
She laughed; he joined her. He gestured toward the dining room. She gathered the dice and walked out of the kitchen.
She walked into the dining room, her heart stopped. On the dining table was a large foam pad covered in black material. The room was dimly lit, the light provided by a group of candles on two small side tables on one side of the room and the overhead light, which was a bare glow. On the buffet that ran along the wall to her right were many different items: one popped out at her: a riding crop.
Swallowing hard, she stared at the buffet in abject terror, every muscle taut, sweat breaking out all over her body.
His voice in her ear gave her goose-bumps. “Starting to get the picture, aren’t you? My bad girl.”
Lightheaded, she stammered, “Uh… yeah.”
“Okay, we start at the buffet, bring the dice over here, let me introduce you to some new concepts.”
“Oh, God.”
He grinned at her, but his gaze was wicked with lust and dominance. “Here we have a group of toys. Glass dildo, vibrating dildo, vibrator.”
A jolt went through her sex, setting her clit on fire. Oh, man. This was going to be an evening to remember.
He gestured towards the next group: the scarier group. “Here we have a riding crop, a cane, a leather paddle and a wooden paddle. Now here’s the game. See this die here with the card markings? For toys—I got a list here if you want to see it—King means glass dildo; queen: my tongue; jack: vibrating dildo; spades: my finger; hearts: vibrator. Club means my choice. For Punishment, King means cane, queen means wooden paddle, jack means leather paddle, club means riding crop, hearts and spades mean my hand. Here’s the deal: first you roll for toys with the special die. Then you roll the two normal die to see how many thrusts with the toy, or seconds of torment with the vibrator you get. Whatever number gets multiplied by one more roll of one die. And here’s the object of the game. You can’t come. You come, you lose and then you roll the Punishment Dice. Whatever implement you roll and then the dice determines how many strokes you get.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 29, 2010
Oh, And Another Thing, I LOVE MY LURKERS!
Sorry I missed the whole Love My Lurkers Day on October 20. I get all caught up in work and forget to keep in touch with Bonnie and the rest of the gang. So clearly, a spanking is in order. Just wanted to let you all know how much I appreciate you, whether or not you comment. I'm so glad you like my work enough to stop back by here regularly, you are the reason I work so hard at my spanking fiction. Love you guys. Lurkers ROCK!
Michelle The Lurker Lover
P.S. And if you comment once in a while, it does help to keep me motivated! Love to hear from my readers!
Michelle The Lurker Lover
P.S. And if you comment once in a while, it does help to keep me motivated! Love to hear from my readers!
Newbie, Part Four
Hey You Out There!
Okay, I couldn’t finish reading this week’s post because the story makes me too horny and Hubby just left to go to work. Arg! While I’m getting more writing done, I miss having him at home. Man, he was handy for “research.”
Okay, another exciting week in Michelle Land. Meaning, I’ve written a bunch of stuff and taken a bunch of walks and did the dishes and made the bed, but mostly I’ve been watching the World Series. GOOOOOOO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whooo-hoooo! They are kicking ASS!!! I can’t believe how excited everyone is in the Bay Area. Everywhere I go, I see orange and black and everyone is happy. Amazing. This area really needed a shot in the arm of happiness, let me tell you. With 2 out of 5 households with someone unemployed, it’s been pretty dismal around here. What’s even more amazing is how diverse our populous is and how baseball has brought us all together. Really cool.
Now let’s see how they do in Texas. Too bad I’m gonna miss most of the game on Saturday, but there’s always highlights. But the funniest thing? I don’t even like sports. But I’m loving these games.
Anyway, hope all is well with you and here is the next installment of Newbie.
Hugs,
Michelle
“Ow—ohhh!” The pain melted into wonderful longing; Angela writhed in his lap.
“No moving!” he said, thundering into her ass with fiery strikes. Her mind didn’t know where to go; she was torn between pain and pleasure—tantalizing feelings that verged on climax—she’d never been more confused nor so aching to come.
Bill stopped and rubbed her ass while lightly tickling her clit. “Don’t come, baby, or I’ll really let you have it.”
“Oh, Bill, I’m so close. So close,” she moaned.
While he teased Ground Zero, he slid his hand down between her legs and slipped a finger inside her, sending shockwaves of lust throughout her body. Balling her fists and clenching her teeth, she fought off her impending orgasm with everything she had.
“Oh, baby, you are wet, aren’t you?” She could hear the smile in his voice, but her thoughts were so topsy-turvy, swirling with the most painful desire she’d ever felt, she could barely comprehend his words.
Her sex pulsed with longing; every thrust of his finger brought her closer and closer to the edge. How long could she stand this?
She poised, right on the edge, lost in a vortex of want, trying desperately to stave off her climax.
In one quick motion, he removed his finger from her sex and laid a solid spank across her sit spots. Her sex detonated into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced—it felt like her head got blown completely off her shoulders. She screamed a deafening roar, bucking wildly against his hand, thrashing so hard, he had to fight to keep her on his lap.
She cried out for a long time, grinding against his hand, her entire body throbbing with spent desire.
Right as she got her breath back, he laid into her ass with formidable spanks; sending shockwave after shockwave through her sex; causing her to have little extra mini-orgasms with each strike. She reeled. All this from a spanking? This was crazy!
He spanked the top of her ass, then rained down on her sit spots with fiery hits. She squealed with delight and shuddered from the spectacular ecstasy the spanks brought her. She began anticipating the swats, raising her ass higher in the air, encouraging him to spank her harder. He obliged until he was full on spanking her; she relished every single slap to her upturned bottom.
Abruptly, he stopped, picked her up off his lap and tossed her back onto the bed on her back. Diving between her legs, a hungry, dark and wicked look in his eye, he ripped her panties all the way off and assaulted her clit with his amazing tongue.
Two seconds of that and she shot off to the moon, bucking up against him, writhing against the softness of his comforter. Growling, he pinned her to the bed and tormented her, bringing her to more climaxes than she could count.
Lost in a sea of tortured longing and exquisite stimulation; she was barely aware that he’d stopped and moved off the bed. Pressing her hand to her sex—almost on auto-pilot—she moved against herself, moaning, until he pushed her legs apart and entered her.
As soon as his hard tool hit her g-spot, she was gone. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she became like an animal; she clawed at him, punched up at him, some part of her wanted to tear the flesh from his body and eat him alive.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them up above her head, his gaze harsh, his expression fierce. He drove inside her, harder and harder; she screamed and lost all touch with reality. Images of him came at her in bits; his chest, his hard tool, his blue gaze burning into her like laser-beams. All she could do was come. And come again. And come some more. Climax after climax rocked her body, she couldn’t breathe, she could only cry out.
Right when she began to gray out from hyperventilating, he plunged inside her even more deeply; his tool becoming even harder and bigger. He screamed loud and long, his body jerking with his release, grinding his hips into her, his screams turning to growls as he finished.
He released his grip on her wrists and collapsed beside her; breathing heavy; covered in sweat.
It took her a good long time to come to; she concentrated on getting her breath back and gradually, the room came into focus.
She shook her head to get sense back into it and looked over at him. His gaze caught hers and they both began laughing.
“Okay, I guess you could say I like spanking,” she said.
He laughed harder and reached out for her. She rolled over and he took her in his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away he winked at her. “Wow, honey, you’re an animal. You just keep getting crazier and crazier—man, you are one hot little firecracker is what you are. I feel like I won the lottery with you, girl.”
“You? Me. I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I thought I was frigid.”
He burst out laughing so loudly, it almost hurt her ears. “Oh, that’s a good one. Frigid. Your ex was an asshole, honey. And an idiot.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
“I thought he was a jerk the first time I met him. Now I really think he’s a jerk.”
“No more than I do.”
Bill rolled up onto his elbow and smiled at her. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
His words hit her like a frying pan upside the head. She could only stare at him with her mouth open. He’d never said the “L” word before. Bill always played his emotional cards close to his vest. She’d fallen in love with him that first week, but didn’t let him know that. Tears stung her eyes.
His brow furrowed; worry lines appeared around his mouth. “Did I just blow it?” he asked. “I thought you—“
She attacked him with a kiss, cutting him off mid-sentence. She pulled away, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Bill, I love you so much it feels like my heart is about to explode!”
His shocked expression quickly turned to amusement. He laughed and crushed her in a hug. “You scared me there for a second, honey. I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t think of me that way.”
“Uh, no. I’ve freakin’ loved you from that first week we were together.”
“Really? Me, too.”
She pushed him away, to stare at him, slack-jawed. “You did?”
“I sure did. Now come here, we got some celebrating to do,” he said, bringing her to him, his mouth closing over hers.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Okay, I couldn’t finish reading this week’s post because the story makes me too horny and Hubby just left to go to work. Arg! While I’m getting more writing done, I miss having him at home. Man, he was handy for “research.”
Okay, another exciting week in Michelle Land. Meaning, I’ve written a bunch of stuff and taken a bunch of walks and did the dishes and made the bed, but mostly I’ve been watching the World Series. GOOOOOOO GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whooo-hoooo! They are kicking ASS!!! I can’t believe how excited everyone is in the Bay Area. Everywhere I go, I see orange and black and everyone is happy. Amazing. This area really needed a shot in the arm of happiness, let me tell you. With 2 out of 5 households with someone unemployed, it’s been pretty dismal around here. What’s even more amazing is how diverse our populous is and how baseball has brought us all together. Really cool.
Now let’s see how they do in Texas. Too bad I’m gonna miss most of the game on Saturday, but there’s always highlights. But the funniest thing? I don’t even like sports. But I’m loving these games.
Anyway, hope all is well with you and here is the next installment of Newbie.
Hugs,
Michelle
“Ow—ohhh!” The pain melted into wonderful longing; Angela writhed in his lap.
“No moving!” he said, thundering into her ass with fiery strikes. Her mind didn’t know where to go; she was torn between pain and pleasure—tantalizing feelings that verged on climax—she’d never been more confused nor so aching to come.
Bill stopped and rubbed her ass while lightly tickling her clit. “Don’t come, baby, or I’ll really let you have it.”
“Oh, Bill, I’m so close. So close,” she moaned.
While he teased Ground Zero, he slid his hand down between her legs and slipped a finger inside her, sending shockwaves of lust throughout her body. Balling her fists and clenching her teeth, she fought off her impending orgasm with everything she had.
“Oh, baby, you are wet, aren’t you?” She could hear the smile in his voice, but her thoughts were so topsy-turvy, swirling with the most painful desire she’d ever felt, she could barely comprehend his words.
Her sex pulsed with longing; every thrust of his finger brought her closer and closer to the edge. How long could she stand this?
She poised, right on the edge, lost in a vortex of want, trying desperately to stave off her climax.
In one quick motion, he removed his finger from her sex and laid a solid spank across her sit spots. Her sex detonated into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced—it felt like her head got blown completely off her shoulders. She screamed a deafening roar, bucking wildly against his hand, thrashing so hard, he had to fight to keep her on his lap.
She cried out for a long time, grinding against his hand, her entire body throbbing with spent desire.
Right as she got her breath back, he laid into her ass with formidable spanks; sending shockwave after shockwave through her sex; causing her to have little extra mini-orgasms with each strike. She reeled. All this from a spanking? This was crazy!
He spanked the top of her ass, then rained down on her sit spots with fiery hits. She squealed with delight and shuddered from the spectacular ecstasy the spanks brought her. She began anticipating the swats, raising her ass higher in the air, encouraging him to spank her harder. He obliged until he was full on spanking her; she relished every single slap to her upturned bottom.
Abruptly, he stopped, picked her up off his lap and tossed her back onto the bed on her back. Diving between her legs, a hungry, dark and wicked look in his eye, he ripped her panties all the way off and assaulted her clit with his amazing tongue.
Two seconds of that and she shot off to the moon, bucking up against him, writhing against the softness of his comforter. Growling, he pinned her to the bed and tormented her, bringing her to more climaxes than she could count.
Lost in a sea of tortured longing and exquisite stimulation; she was barely aware that he’d stopped and moved off the bed. Pressing her hand to her sex—almost on auto-pilot—she moved against herself, moaning, until he pushed her legs apart and entered her.
As soon as his hard tool hit her g-spot, she was gone. Bellowing at the top of her lungs, she became like an animal; she clawed at him, punched up at him, some part of her wanted to tear the flesh from his body and eat him alive.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them up above her head, his gaze harsh, his expression fierce. He drove inside her, harder and harder; she screamed and lost all touch with reality. Images of him came at her in bits; his chest, his hard tool, his blue gaze burning into her like laser-beams. All she could do was come. And come again. And come some more. Climax after climax rocked her body, she couldn’t breathe, she could only cry out.
Right when she began to gray out from hyperventilating, he plunged inside her even more deeply; his tool becoming even harder and bigger. He screamed loud and long, his body jerking with his release, grinding his hips into her, his screams turning to growls as he finished.
He released his grip on her wrists and collapsed beside her; breathing heavy; covered in sweat.
It took her a good long time to come to; she concentrated on getting her breath back and gradually, the room came into focus.
She shook her head to get sense back into it and looked over at him. His gaze caught hers and they both began laughing.
“Okay, I guess you could say I like spanking,” she said.
He laughed harder and reached out for her. She rolled over and he took her in his arms and kissed her. When he pulled away he winked at her. “Wow, honey, you’re an animal. You just keep getting crazier and crazier—man, you are one hot little firecracker is what you are. I feel like I won the lottery with you, girl.”
“You? Me. I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I thought I was frigid.”
He burst out laughing so loudly, it almost hurt her ears. “Oh, that’s a good one. Frigid. Your ex was an asshole, honey. And an idiot.”
“Can’t argue with you there.”
“I thought he was a jerk the first time I met him. Now I really think he’s a jerk.”
“No more than I do.”
Bill rolled up onto his elbow and smiled at her. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
His words hit her like a frying pan upside the head. She could only stare at him with her mouth open. He’d never said the “L” word before. Bill always played his emotional cards close to his vest. She’d fallen in love with him that first week, but didn’t let him know that. Tears stung her eyes.
His brow furrowed; worry lines appeared around his mouth. “Did I just blow it?” he asked. “I thought you—“
She attacked him with a kiss, cutting him off mid-sentence. She pulled away, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Bill, I love you so much it feels like my heart is about to explode!”
His shocked expression quickly turned to amusement. He laughed and crushed her in a hug. “You scared me there for a second, honey. I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t think of me that way.”
“Uh, no. I’ve freakin’ loved you from that first week we were together.”
“Really? Me, too.”
She pushed him away, to stare at him, slack-jawed. “You did?”
“I sure did. Now come here, we got some celebrating to do,” he said, bringing her to him, his mouth closing over hers.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 22, 2010
Newbie, Part Three
Hello Friends!
How are you all today? I’m fine.
So here’s the new chapter of Newbie. Hope you enjoy.
Have a great weekend,
Michelle Of Few Words And Even Fewer Brain Cells Today
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
“But Bill…I…”
“Now,” he said, pointing towards his bedroom. “Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself.”
Lightheaded, she slipped off the counter and left the room. She walked to the bedroom, her legs shaky, her stomach in a knot; intense fear and anticipation sending ripples of sensation up and down her spine.
She sat down on the bed and waited. Each moment brought her more and more fear, more excitement. Breaking out in a sweat, she began jiggling her feet to work off some of the tension.
After what seemed an eternity, Bill appeared at the bedroom door. His eyes were hard, his expression stone-like. “You were a very bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls who disobey me?”
She slowly shook her head, unable to avert her gaze from his.
“They get spanked, baby. Real hard. Stand up.”
She stood, but her legs were shaking so badly, she almost toppled over. She saw a glint of amusement in his gaze that he quickly covered.
He walked by her and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her. “You nervous?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, reaching out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him. She fell across his lap.
He settled her on his lap, positioning her so her ass was high up on one knee. Then, to her terror, he pinned her legs with one of his and locked an arm across her back.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “There’s no escaping this, baby. You’re gonna get what’s coming to you. I am going to spank you until you cry. Just think about how much it’s going to hurt. What a bad girl you were. How sorry you’re going to be.”
Her pulse pounded behind her eyes, she’d never been more terrified in her life. How hard was he going to hit her? How badly would it hurt? And what was her safe-word? She couldn’t think of the safe-word!
He ran a hand over her taut ass, his touch felt really good over the silk panties. She squirmed in anticipation.
“No moving or I’ll give you twice the swats, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that, good, baby, you’re getting this. You’re getting this good.” He rubbed each bun in turn, carefully, nicely. “Oh, this poor, poor ass of yours. It’s gonna be hurting soon.”
He shifted a bit on the bed. “Okay now baby, we’re going to do a warm up here. I think twenty-five ought to be a good number to start with.”
He swatted her with his large, open hand. Waves of sensation rocked her sex, the swat didn’t hurt, but it was a bit sharp. Not painful yet, though. He swatted her again. This one was a bit harder. “Count for me. That was two.”
Spank! “Ooh, uh, three.”
Bill got a rhythm going, the intensity of his spanks growing harder with each swat. But it still didn’t hurt that much, in fact, it felt really good. She was so wet, she wondered if she was going to come just from the spanking. On and on, he spanked her butt creating a slight stinging, but not much pain. It felt lovely. Her orgasm began to build. She got wetter and wetter and squirmed on his lap, trying to get her rub her clit against his leg, but he held her fast.
On swat number twenty-five, Bill let her have it, a really sharp one that took her breath away. But he immediately started rubbing her ass, so the edge of the pain vanished. And the most lovely throbbing in her sex took over. Wow, this was hot! Okay, yes, she liked spanking. This was the most erotic game she’d ever played.
Bill massaged her buns, then took the back of her panties and swept them down to mid-thigh, causing her sex to clench with anticipation and longing. She now had no barrier to his punishment, she felt vulnerable and more turned on than she ever had.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a nice ass and what a pretty shade of pink,” he said, rubbing a hand over her buns. She wanted him to do her so badly, she considered begging. But she wanted to wait and see what he had in store for her. Besides, he was in charge and even though she could feel his hardness under her, the man had some awesome self-restraint. A lot more than her.
Whack! She nearly jumped out of her skin. The sting was much greater, but since he’d already spanked her, it didn’t hurt that much. But it was harder and made her a bit worried about the near future. How much could she take?
He laid down a set of spanks all over her ass that bordered on painful. Sensations rocked her clit and sex, reverberations echoed throughout her body. Who knew a spanking could do this much to her libido?
He lifted his arm off her back and slipped his hand underneath her. His finger found her wet and hardened clit. She gasped and whimpered at the glorious feeling.
He rubbed it gently, making little circles on it. She ground her hips against his hands, her response carrying her away. He swatted her so hard, her body jerked forward; a jolt went through her sex—she almost came!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
How are you all today? I’m fine.
So here’s the new chapter of Newbie. Hope you enjoy.
Have a great weekend,
Michelle Of Few Words And Even Fewer Brain Cells Today
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
“But Bill…I…”
“Now,” he said, pointing towards his bedroom. “Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself.”
Lightheaded, she slipped off the counter and left the room. She walked to the bedroom, her legs shaky, her stomach in a knot; intense fear and anticipation sending ripples of sensation up and down her spine.
She sat down on the bed and waited. Each moment brought her more and more fear, more excitement. Breaking out in a sweat, she began jiggling her feet to work off some of the tension.
After what seemed an eternity, Bill appeared at the bedroom door. His eyes were hard, his expression stone-like. “You were a very bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls who disobey me?”
She slowly shook her head, unable to avert her gaze from his.
“They get spanked, baby. Real hard. Stand up.”
She stood, but her legs were shaking so badly, she almost toppled over. She saw a glint of amusement in his gaze that he quickly covered.
He walked by her and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at her. “You nervous?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now get over here,” he said, reaching out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him. She fell across his lap.
He settled her on his lap, positioning her so her ass was high up on one knee. Then, to her terror, he pinned her legs with one of his and locked an arm across her back.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “There’s no escaping this, baby. You’re gonna get what’s coming to you. I am going to spank you until you cry. Just think about how much it’s going to hurt. What a bad girl you were. How sorry you’re going to be.”
Her pulse pounded behind her eyes, she’d never been more terrified in her life. How hard was he going to hit her? How badly would it hurt? And what was her safe-word? She couldn’t think of the safe-word!
He ran a hand over her taut ass, his touch felt really good over the silk panties. She squirmed in anticipation.
“No moving or I’ll give you twice the swats, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that, good, baby, you’re getting this. You’re getting this good.” He rubbed each bun in turn, carefully, nicely. “Oh, this poor, poor ass of yours. It’s gonna be hurting soon.”
He shifted a bit on the bed. “Okay now baby, we’re going to do a warm up here. I think twenty-five ought to be a good number to start with.”
He swatted her with his large, open hand. Waves of sensation rocked her sex, the swat didn’t hurt, but it was a bit sharp. Not painful yet, though. He swatted her again. This one was a bit harder. “Count for me. That was two.”
Spank! “Ooh, uh, three.”
Bill got a rhythm going, the intensity of his spanks growing harder with each swat. But it still didn’t hurt that much, in fact, it felt really good. She was so wet, she wondered if she was going to come just from the spanking. On and on, he spanked her butt creating a slight stinging, but not much pain. It felt lovely. Her orgasm began to build. She got wetter and wetter and squirmed on his lap, trying to get her rub her clit against his leg, but he held her fast.
On swat number twenty-five, Bill let her have it, a really sharp one that took her breath away. But he immediately started rubbing her ass, so the edge of the pain vanished. And the most lovely throbbing in her sex took over. Wow, this was hot! Okay, yes, she liked spanking. This was the most erotic game she’d ever played.
Bill massaged her buns, then took the back of her panties and swept them down to mid-thigh, causing her sex to clench with anticipation and longing. She now had no barrier to his punishment, she felt vulnerable and more turned on than she ever had.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a nice ass and what a pretty shade of pink,” he said, rubbing a hand over her buns. She wanted him to do her so badly, she considered begging. But she wanted to wait and see what he had in store for her. Besides, he was in charge and even though she could feel his hardness under her, the man had some awesome self-restraint. A lot more than her.
Whack! She nearly jumped out of her skin. The sting was much greater, but since he’d already spanked her, it didn’t hurt that much. But it was harder and made her a bit worried about the near future. How much could she take?
He laid down a set of spanks all over her ass that bordered on painful. Sensations rocked her clit and sex, reverberations echoed throughout her body. Who knew a spanking could do this much to her libido?
He lifted his arm off her back and slipped his hand underneath her. His finger found her wet and hardened clit. She gasped and whimpered at the glorious feeling.
He rubbed it gently, making little circles on it. She ground her hips against his hands, her response carrying her away. He swatted her so hard, her body jerked forward; a jolt went through her sex—she almost came!
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 15, 2010
Newbie, Part Two
Hey Peoples!
Damn, I just read today’s post and now I’m horny. Great. Only a million hours before Hubby gets home, then we have to turn right around, hop a train and go to dinner with some buddies. Actually, wonderful friends, but I’d rather stay home and fuck, personally. Of course, you can’t really say that. “Thanks for the dinner invitation and it sounded good initially, but now we just want to stay home and fuck our brains out.”
Heavy sigh. Good thing we’ve got the weekend ahead with no firm plans. So hopefully, I can take advantage of the man.
Okie-dokie. Here’s the next chunk, part, whatever, of Newbie. Soon to be found in…oh, God. I don’t know. Some bloody book. Hopefully, I’ll have the title for you by next week’s post. But so much crap is going on right now, my brain is scattered. Very scattered.
Like last week, all I can think of is (aside from fucking) going to Disneyland. Made reservations at the Blue Bayou restaurant and—here’s a major wallet suck—reservations to see Fantasmic from the “premium viewing area”. Fucking $59 a ticket to see a free show. But Mr. Hubby REALLY wanted to see the show up close and personal and since this is his birthday trip/present, I called up, waited the twenty minutes on the phone and got tickets. He is thrilled. I still think it’s stupid to pay $120 bucks to see a free show.
I still can’t wait. We stay at a place nearby with giant Jacuzzi tubs. They also have fridges. So I pack the fridge with beer, we walk our asses off in the park, come back when it closes, fill the tub, grab a couple beers and sink into the glorious hot water and bubbles. And if we have enough energy, we maul each other. But that place takes it out of you. Especially the way we attack the park. Love. That. Place.
Enough of my dreams of D-land. Here’s the next chunk. Hope you guys have an outstanding weekend.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
She closed up her cell, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. With her head held high, she walked out of the stall. No one was there, she had no idea for whom she’d just put on that show, but it had made her feel less… naked, somehow.
It took all her inner strength to maintain her composure when she walked out of the bathroom. But when she entered the office, no alarms went off, no one even glanced up at her. She sighed with relief. What was she expecting? The Masturbation Police to show up and ticket her? She shook her head to herself and laughed.
“What’s the joke?” came the voice of her co-worker, Sally, startling her.
She turned to Sally and stammered, “Uh, nothing.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you’re red. What were you thinking about? That new boyfriend?”
Was it plastered across her forehead like a big billboard? “Uh, maybe,” Angela said, smiling.
“You look guilty as hell. And embarrassed. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Sally asked with a conspiratorial smile.
“Perhaps.”
“I did see him, wow, where did you find him? He looks like a Greek god.”
“Internet.”
“No way!” Sally said. “I thought the Internet guy was a dud.”
“There were several. Bill was not the dud.”
“Girl, I gotta get on the same website as you, wow, he’s a looker.”
“Yeah, and we didn’t exchange photos or anything. We hit it off chatting about cars of all things.”
“That’s right, your dad was a racecar driver.”
“Grew up on the track.”
“Huh, having something in common with guys, now there’s an idea,” Sally said and returned to her cube.
Sighing with relief that Sally couldn’t read her thoughts—although she’d guessed fairly accurately—Angela collapsed in her chair and fanned herself with a hand.
Her stomach fluttered when she thought about what awaited her that evening. Would he spank her hard? Would it hurt badly? How much could she take? How would he start the evening? She squirmed in her chair. Oh, this was going to be a long afternoon!
At five minutes to six, Angela pulled up in front of Bill’s rancher in Belmont. Looked so innocuous from the outside. If only the neighbors knew what spectacular acts of sex had happened in that house. While forty-four, the man made love like an animal, unstoppable wood, amazing sexual prowess. She dropped a hand to her lap and touched herself in anticipation. Damn it! She took her hand away, embarrassed. The man turned her into a sex fiend. She’d never been that much into sex before him. Of course, now she knew why. She’d never had a good lover before. It was very reaffirming, since Brad had always told her she just wasn’t any good at sex. Ha! When he was the worst lover on record.
She took a deep breath, her heartbeat whooshing in her ears. This was crazy!
Steeling herself, she got out of her car and marched up to Bill’s front door. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened.
A purely dominant, feral quality to his azure gaze, he reached out, pulled her inside, slammed the door and locked his lips on her.
The world took a spin as Bill’s tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. He ran his hands down her shoulders, across her back and cupped her ass, bringing her hips to his. The length of his rock hard member pressed against her, Angela lost her train of thought. All she could think about was flopping on her back and spreading her legs for him.
He ended the kiss, causing her to whimper with disappointment. He grinned and winked at her. She smiled back. “Hello to you, too.”
“Hey, baby,” he said in a softer voice, his smile widening. He ran a hand down her face in a tender gesture. “Glad you’re here with me.”
“Me, too,” she said enthusiastically.
He laughed. Then his expression hardened, he gave her the up and down check-over, head to toe. “Okay, baby, game is on. From here on out, you obey me or you’ll pay a hefty price. Or more like, your ass will pay a hefty price, you get me?”
Nearly breathless, she said, “I get you.”
He gave a short nod. “Good. Now. I got you something, I want you to put it on.” He reached down to the chair sitting next to the door, a bag sat on top. He grabbed it and handed it to her. He jerked his head towards his bedroom. “Go put that on, meet me in the kitchen.”
Her whole body buzzed with excitement. She took the bag and walked down the hallway to his large master suite. Inside the bag was a black silk teddy with garters attached, a pair of black silk panties and a pair of black stockings. Wow, hot little outfit there. She quickly put it on; it fit beautifully, hugging her curves as if it were made for her.
Her legs a bit shaky, her hands sweating, she walked out into the kitchen. A wolfish grin spread on his face when he saw her. He walked right up to her and kissed her hard. She nearly grayed out with lust. He pulled away, his gaze dark.
“Okay, hop up on the counter here,” he said, patting the kitchen counter. He took her by the waist and helped her up on the counter. The granite was cold against her ass and legs.
“Ooo, that’s cold.”
“It’ll heat up pretty fast. Now I’m going to get dinner ready. And you, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.” His expression hardened, he jabbed a finger at her. “But don’t you come. You hear me? You don’t come until I tell you. And that isn’t going to be for some time.”
Her pulse quickening, she reached down and stroked herself through the silk panties. The smooth feel of them against her fingers, the way she displayed herself, the way he looked at her, his control, his dominance had her so close to coming, she gritted her teeth and steeled her mind. She couldn’t allow herself.
“That’s good, baby, real good.”
Bill seasoned a couple steaks and checked the baked potatoes in the oven. He glanced over at her. “Spread ‘em wider. Yeah… that’s it. Now touch all around your clit, but not your clit.”
She squirmed as she obeyed him. This was getting intense, fast.
“Now rub your clit. Do it,” he commanded.
She touched her hardened nub, and moaned deep in her throat. Her vision got a bit fuzzy, she was super wet, she’d never been more turned on in her life.
“Okay, stop.”
She tried to listen to him, but her body wouldn’t hear of it. She continued stroking herself. “Don’t make me quit, it feels so good.”
His gaze steeled, his jaw set. “You disobeying me?”
“Uh…” she said. But she didn’t move her hand.
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Damn, I just read today’s post and now I’m horny. Great. Only a million hours before Hubby gets home, then we have to turn right around, hop a train and go to dinner with some buddies. Actually, wonderful friends, but I’d rather stay home and fuck, personally. Of course, you can’t really say that. “Thanks for the dinner invitation and it sounded good initially, but now we just want to stay home and fuck our brains out.”
Heavy sigh. Good thing we’ve got the weekend ahead with no firm plans. So hopefully, I can take advantage of the man.
Okie-dokie. Here’s the next chunk, part, whatever, of Newbie. Soon to be found in…oh, God. I don’t know. Some bloody book. Hopefully, I’ll have the title for you by next week’s post. But so much crap is going on right now, my brain is scattered. Very scattered.
Like last week, all I can think of is (aside from fucking) going to Disneyland. Made reservations at the Blue Bayou restaurant and—here’s a major wallet suck—reservations to see Fantasmic from the “premium viewing area”. Fucking $59 a ticket to see a free show. But Mr. Hubby REALLY wanted to see the show up close and personal and since this is his birthday trip/present, I called up, waited the twenty minutes on the phone and got tickets. He is thrilled. I still think it’s stupid to pay $120 bucks to see a free show.
I still can’t wait. We stay at a place nearby with giant Jacuzzi tubs. They also have fridges. So I pack the fridge with beer, we walk our asses off in the park, come back when it closes, fill the tub, grab a couple beers and sink into the glorious hot water and bubbles. And if we have enough energy, we maul each other. But that place takes it out of you. Especially the way we attack the park. Love. That. Place.
Enough of my dreams of D-land. Here’s the next chunk. Hope you guys have an outstanding weekend.
Hugs and love to you all,
Michelle
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
She closed up her cell, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair. With her head held high, she walked out of the stall. No one was there, she had no idea for whom she’d just put on that show, but it had made her feel less… naked, somehow.
It took all her inner strength to maintain her composure when she walked out of the bathroom. But when she entered the office, no alarms went off, no one even glanced up at her. She sighed with relief. What was she expecting? The Masturbation Police to show up and ticket her? She shook her head to herself and laughed.
“What’s the joke?” came the voice of her co-worker, Sally, startling her.
She turned to Sally and stammered, “Uh, nothing.”
Sally raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you’re red. What were you thinking about? That new boyfriend?”
Was it plastered across her forehead like a big billboard? “Uh, maybe,” Angela said, smiling.
“You look guilty as hell. And embarrassed. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Sally asked with a conspiratorial smile.
“Perhaps.”
“I did see him, wow, where did you find him? He looks like a Greek god.”
“Internet.”
“No way!” Sally said. “I thought the Internet guy was a dud.”
“There were several. Bill was not the dud.”
“Girl, I gotta get on the same website as you, wow, he’s a looker.”
“Yeah, and we didn’t exchange photos or anything. We hit it off chatting about cars of all things.”
“That’s right, your dad was a racecar driver.”
“Grew up on the track.”
“Huh, having something in common with guys, now there’s an idea,” Sally said and returned to her cube.
Sighing with relief that Sally couldn’t read her thoughts—although she’d guessed fairly accurately—Angela collapsed in her chair and fanned herself with a hand.
Her stomach fluttered when she thought about what awaited her that evening. Would he spank her hard? Would it hurt badly? How much could she take? How would he start the evening? She squirmed in her chair. Oh, this was going to be a long afternoon!
At five minutes to six, Angela pulled up in front of Bill’s rancher in Belmont. Looked so innocuous from the outside. If only the neighbors knew what spectacular acts of sex had happened in that house. While forty-four, the man made love like an animal, unstoppable wood, amazing sexual prowess. She dropped a hand to her lap and touched herself in anticipation. Damn it! She took her hand away, embarrassed. The man turned her into a sex fiend. She’d never been that much into sex before him. Of course, now she knew why. She’d never had a good lover before. It was very reaffirming, since Brad had always told her she just wasn’t any good at sex. Ha! When he was the worst lover on record.
She took a deep breath, her heartbeat whooshing in her ears. This was crazy!
Steeling herself, she got out of her car and marched up to Bill’s front door. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened.
A purely dominant, feral quality to his azure gaze, he reached out, pulled her inside, slammed the door and locked his lips on her.
The world took a spin as Bill’s tongue plunged the depths of her mouth. He ran his hands down her shoulders, across her back and cupped her ass, bringing her hips to his. The length of his rock hard member pressed against her, Angela lost her train of thought. All she could think about was flopping on her back and spreading her legs for him.
He ended the kiss, causing her to whimper with disappointment. He grinned and winked at her. She smiled back. “Hello to you, too.”
“Hey, baby,” he said in a softer voice, his smile widening. He ran a hand down her face in a tender gesture. “Glad you’re here with me.”
“Me, too,” she said enthusiastically.
He laughed. Then his expression hardened, he gave her the up and down check-over, head to toe. “Okay, baby, game is on. From here on out, you obey me or you’ll pay a hefty price. Or more like, your ass will pay a hefty price, you get me?”
Nearly breathless, she said, “I get you.”
He gave a short nod. “Good. Now. I got you something, I want you to put it on.” He reached down to the chair sitting next to the door, a bag sat on top. He grabbed it and handed it to her. He jerked his head towards his bedroom. “Go put that on, meet me in the kitchen.”
Her whole body buzzed with excitement. She took the bag and walked down the hallway to his large master suite. Inside the bag was a black silk teddy with garters attached, a pair of black silk panties and a pair of black stockings. Wow, hot little outfit there. She quickly put it on; it fit beautifully, hugging her curves as if it were made for her.
Her legs a bit shaky, her hands sweating, she walked out into the kitchen. A wolfish grin spread on his face when he saw her. He walked right up to her and kissed her hard. She nearly grayed out with lust. He pulled away, his gaze dark.
“Okay, hop up on the counter here,” he said, patting the kitchen counter. He took her by the waist and helped her up on the counter. The granite was cold against her ass and legs.
“Ooo, that’s cold.”
“It’ll heat up pretty fast. Now I’m going to get dinner ready. And you, I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself.” His expression hardened, he jabbed a finger at her. “But don’t you come. You hear me? You don’t come until I tell you. And that isn’t going to be for some time.”
Her pulse quickening, she reached down and stroked herself through the silk panties. The smooth feel of them against her fingers, the way she displayed herself, the way he looked at her, his control, his dominance had her so close to coming, she gritted her teeth and steeled her mind. She couldn’t allow herself.
“That’s good, baby, real good.”
Bill seasoned a couple steaks and checked the baked potatoes in the oven. He glanced over at her. “Spread ‘em wider. Yeah… that’s it. Now touch all around your clit, but not your clit.”
She squirmed as she obeyed him. This was getting intense, fast.
“Now rub your clit. Do it,” he commanded.
She touched her hardened nub, and moaned deep in her throat. Her vision got a bit fuzzy, she was super wet, she’d never been more turned on in her life.
“Okay, stop.”
She tried to listen to him, but her body wouldn’t hear of it. She continued stroking herself. “Don’t make me quit, it feels so good.”
His gaze steeled, his jaw set. “You disobeying me?”
“Uh…” she said. But she didn’t move her hand.
“I see I need to make a point with you. Food can wait. You, in the bedroom now and wait for me. Sit on the end of the bed and wait.”
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 8, 2010
Newbie, Part One
Yo! Spankophiles!
Hey out there in cyberspace! Slammed today so I’ll make this short. Uh, not much going on but work, work and more work. Looking forward to Disneyland in November. And that’s about it.
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…oh, goddamn it. Some freakin’ book I keep promising you guys and then have zero time to work on it. I need two of me to get all the stuff I have to get done.
This is the first of a sixteen-part story, so sit back and enjoy. I think you’ll like this one. Well, if you like spanking and sex, that is. And if you didn’t you certainly wouldn’t be here.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
As Angela sipped her coffee and read the morning newspaper, she noticed Bill staring at her from the other side of the table. His blue gaze had a sinister glint in it; the corners of his sensual mouth were slightly upturned. A tingle went through her sex. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, the tingle became a flame. No man had the effect Bill had on her. While they’d only been going out for a month, sex with the guy was off-the-scale.
She dropped the paper, and couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. “What?”
His eyes narrowed, he nodded, his demeanor seeming almost villainous. A thrill went through her.
“You’re getting spanked tonight, girlie. Over my knee, pants down around your ankles, that fine ass of yours over my knee at my mercy.”
Her sex throbbed, her pulse jump-started. The night before, they’d discussed some of their secret fantasies, which as it turned out, dovetailed nicely with each other. But she had no idea he’d start this soon. Her knees got a bit wobbly, her hands a bit shaky. She’d always had spanking fantasies, but had been too chicken to try them out. And her last lover, her husband of ten years had been a solid dud in the sack.
Bill, however, was a powerhouse in the sack; inventive as hell and at forty-four he had more stamina than a nineteen-year-old. He was a whole new world for her. And while she’d always wanted to be spanked by a handsome, dominant man, she knew there was quite a difference between fantasy and reality.
“Uh…”
His wicked grin widened. “And there’s no way out. Tonight, I take control. You’ll do what you’re told. When you walk in that door at six tonight, you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Safe-word is Vegas. Repeat it.”
“Vegas.”
His smile warmed. “Good girl.” He returned to his own section of the paper. Leaving her wet and squirming.
Later, she was at her desk at work, trying to figure out where she’d blown the spreadsheet. Numbers weren’t adding up. Truth be told, all she could think about was Bill and their upcoming evening. She was more nervous than a teenager going to her first prom. Which was probably why the numbers weren’t adding up. She’d been fighting for concentration all day.
Her cell phone buzzed in her front pocket, she jumped a foot, her heart thudding. Damn her nerves! She got out her cell; she’d received a text message.
The message read: Go into the bathroom, now. Text me when you get there. Bill.
What? A smile crept on her face. She looked around, guilty, as if everyone had just read Bill’s secret demand. Her co-workers were all focused on work or gossiping. No one was paying attention to her. Swallowing hard, she got up and casually walked into the bathroom and into a stall. The bathroom was empty. She did as ordered and texted Bill that she had arrived.
Immediately, another message appeared on her cell. Touch yourself. Hand down the panties. Do it.
Giggling, Angela complied. She felt so naughty! Her clit electrified under her touch. Oh, dear, she was going to come fast and she was at work! She’d never done anything like this before; it felt so bad. And so good!
Her cell rang, she gasped. It was Bill. “Uh, yeah?” she asked.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was silky and low. Just the sound of his voice made her sex throb harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I want you to run your index finger all around your hard little clit. Do it.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. She circled her folds with her finger, so dizzy with desire, she had to lean against the stall’s wall.
“Faster. Feel how hard it is. I’m doing it to you. That’s my finger touching you. Now I’m kissing you, taste me, feel my tongue in your mouth, exploring you. Now I’m touching you faster and harder. How does it feel?”
“Oooh, so good,” she said. She began to lose touch with where she was, all she could think about was Bill. His heady scent. The hard planes of his chest, the V that led down to his formidable tool, the feel of his silky skin under her touch, the steely musculature underneath.
“I’m touching you faster, faster, you want to come, but I won’t let you. Not yet. Hold back while I touch you faster. All you want to do is come, but I order you to hold yourself back.”
“Oh, Bill,” she groaned.
“Don’t you come and don’t stop touching yourself. You come and I’ll spank you double.”
Which was all it took for her to blow; panting, white spots danced across her vision; her ears rang, she moaned deep in her throat and at the last second, she clamped her lips shut so she wouldn’t scream aloud. She collapsed against the cold metal wall of the stall, fighting to get her breath back.
“Oh, little girl is going to pay for that. I heard that, honey. You’re in big, big trouble with me. Big trouble. Now calm down and go back to work and remember, you blew it and you’re gonna be punished for it.”
“I’m sorry, Bill.”
“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” he said in a low rasp. Which brought her right back to the verge of climaxing. The man wasn’t even with her and she was ready to explode.
“Now go back to work and think about what a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Six o’clock, my house, don’t be late.” Click.
She stood there, stunned. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Hey out there in cyberspace! Slammed today so I’ll make this short. Uh, not much going on but work, work and more work. Looking forward to Disneyland in November. And that’s about it.
Here’s a new story for you, soon to be found in…oh, goddamn it. Some freakin’ book I keep promising you guys and then have zero time to work on it. I need two of me to get all the stuff I have to get done.
This is the first of a sixteen-part story, so sit back and enjoy. I think you’ll like this one. Well, if you like spanking and sex, that is. And if you didn’t you certainly wouldn’t be here.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
As Angela sipped her coffee and read the morning newspaper, she noticed Bill staring at her from the other side of the table. His blue gaze had a sinister glint in it; the corners of his sensual mouth were slightly upturned. A tingle went through her sex. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, the tingle became a flame. No man had the effect Bill had on her. While they’d only been going out for a month, sex with the guy was off-the-scale.
She dropped the paper, and couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. “What?”
His eyes narrowed, he nodded, his demeanor seeming almost villainous. A thrill went through her.
“You’re getting spanked tonight, girlie. Over my knee, pants down around your ankles, that fine ass of yours over my knee at my mercy.”
Her sex throbbed, her pulse jump-started. The night before, they’d discussed some of their secret fantasies, which as it turned out, dovetailed nicely with each other. But she had no idea he’d start this soon. Her knees got a bit wobbly, her hands a bit shaky. She’d always had spanking fantasies, but had been too chicken to try them out. And her last lover, her husband of ten years had been a solid dud in the sack.
Bill, however, was a powerhouse in the sack; inventive as hell and at forty-four he had more stamina than a nineteen-year-old. He was a whole new world for her. And while she’d always wanted to be spanked by a handsome, dominant man, she knew there was quite a difference between fantasy and reality.
“Uh…”
His wicked grin widened. “And there’s no way out. Tonight, I take control. You’ll do what you’re told. When you walk in that door at six tonight, you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Safe-word is Vegas. Repeat it.”
“Vegas.”
His smile warmed. “Good girl.” He returned to his own section of the paper. Leaving her wet and squirming.
Later, she was at her desk at work, trying to figure out where she’d blown the spreadsheet. Numbers weren’t adding up. Truth be told, all she could think about was Bill and their upcoming evening. She was more nervous than a teenager going to her first prom. Which was probably why the numbers weren’t adding up. She’d been fighting for concentration all day.
Her cell phone buzzed in her front pocket, she jumped a foot, her heart thudding. Damn her nerves! She got out her cell; she’d received a text message.
The message read: Go into the bathroom, now. Text me when you get there. Bill.
What? A smile crept on her face. She looked around, guilty, as if everyone had just read Bill’s secret demand. Her co-workers were all focused on work or gossiping. No one was paying attention to her. Swallowing hard, she got up and casually walked into the bathroom and into a stall. The bathroom was empty. She did as ordered and texted Bill that she had arrived.
Immediately, another message appeared on her cell. Touch yourself. Hand down the panties. Do it.
Giggling, Angela complied. She felt so naughty! Her clit electrified under her touch. Oh, dear, she was going to come fast and she was at work! She’d never done anything like this before; it felt so bad. And so good!
Her cell rang, she gasped. It was Bill. “Uh, yeah?” she asked.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was silky and low. Just the sound of his voice made her sex throb harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. I want you to run your index finger all around your hard little clit. Do it.”
“Okay,” she said quietly. She circled her folds with her finger, so dizzy with desire, she had to lean against the stall’s wall.
“Faster. Feel how hard it is. I’m doing it to you. That’s my finger touching you. Now I’m kissing you, taste me, feel my tongue in your mouth, exploring you. Now I’m touching you faster and harder. How does it feel?”
“Oooh, so good,” she said. She began to lose touch with where she was, all she could think about was Bill. His heady scent. The hard planes of his chest, the V that led down to his formidable tool, the feel of his silky skin under her touch, the steely musculature underneath.
“I’m touching you faster, faster, you want to come, but I won’t let you. Not yet. Hold back while I touch you faster. All you want to do is come, but I order you to hold yourself back.”
“Oh, Bill,” she groaned.
“Don’t you come and don’t stop touching yourself. You come and I’ll spank you double.”
Which was all it took for her to blow; panting, white spots danced across her vision; her ears rang, she moaned deep in her throat and at the last second, she clamped her lips shut so she wouldn’t scream aloud. She collapsed against the cold metal wall of the stall, fighting to get her breath back.
“Oh, little girl is going to pay for that. I heard that, honey. You’re in big, big trouble with me. Big trouble. Now calm down and go back to work and remember, you blew it and you’re gonna be punished for it.”
“I’m sorry, Bill.”
“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” he said in a low rasp. Which brought her right back to the verge of climaxing. The man wasn’t even with her and she was ready to explode.
“Now go back to work and think about what a bad girl you’ve been.”
“Yes, Bill.”
“Six o’clock, my house, don’t be late.” Click.
She stood there, stunned. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she wondered how she could walk back out there into the office without everyone knowing what she’d been up to.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, October 1, 2010
Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker, Part Three and the Conclusion, too!
Hey Spanky Friends!
Welcome to a completely binary date. 10-1-10. How are you all today? Really? Tell me more. Uh-huh. Wow. That’s cool.
I love having conversations with myself. Which is probably why I write all day long.
Soooo, this month (September even though I know it’s October now) just wrote and edited and sold 63,000 words worth of spanking stories to Discipline and Desire (fifteen in all). If you haven’t already joined, I urge you do so. Ten bucks a month for weekly stories from yours truly, plus some fantastic authors you may not have read before. A great deal and so many, many full length stories for your enjoyment. If you like spanking fiction and you like my work (duh, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t) you’ll love D and D. And almost all your money goes to the authors. So we can pay our electricity bills and buy computers so we can write this fun stuff for you.
On a personal note, ummm. Not much happening here, which is good. Leaves me more time to write. Hubby still loves his new job and I love mine and life is good. And I’m beginning to realize that when things are good, you must enjoy yourself, because life can throw some real curveballs at you.
And I’m sure more curveballs are on their way to me. I just heard through two family sources that my mother is in a fast decline. And that’s gonna be a tough nut to crack. Losing your mother, no matter how old you are, sucks. So I’m headed to their retirement home next week to visit. Dad’s still doing okay, he’s 88 and Mom’s 86. I can’t imagine life without her. But we all have to leave the planet at sometime. Even if it sucks for the people left behind.
On a lighter note, here is the third part and the conclusion of Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker. Another double post because I felt like it.
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. Bryan knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
Bryan drove her home and pulled up in her driveway. “You need food,” he said, trying for the simple approach.
“I got some, I’ll be okay.”
“I’m offering to buy.”
“Oh. Well… when you put it that way.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you get out of those bloody clothes and I’ll take you to the Bistro for a late lunch.”
“That sounds heavenly.”
She bounded up her stairs and returned in less than five minutes. He laughed at her exuberance. She liked him!
Joey kept trying to appear detached and cool at lunch. But she knew she was blowing it. God, Bryan was so handsome! And he really seemed to like her. He laughed at all her jokes and was so charming! Her heart rate hadn’t slowed once.
His expression grew contemplative. “So…why do you hurt yourself like that?” he said with a nod towards her scarred shoulder.
She shrugged. “Dunno. Klutz, I guess.”
“I think it goes a bit beyond that. What made you think climbing a tree to cut a branch down was a good idea?”
“Uh…” She frowned, thinking. “I wanted it down. Was really all I thought. Guess I’m kinda impatient. Hate waiting for help. I like to do things for myself. Ever since my husband passed, I found myself without a handyman. And without him stopping me at every turn, I guess I like doing stuff myself.”
“He tried to stop you?”
“Yeah. Always said I was reckless.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, so I’m reckless. Haven’t died yet.”
“You miss him?”
Old pain tweaked her insides. “Oh, God, yeah. I mean, not as much as I did. Linda thinks I was trying to join him because I missed him so bad.”
“Were you?”
“Possible, I suppose. I mean, not anymore. At first—like when the chainsaw thing happened—I was overcome with grief. I really didn’t care if I lived or died and I hated that stupid branch and hated being powerless. Didn’t want to wait for some man to save me. No offense. Today…I can’t thank you enough. I have discovered over the previous year that life can be okay again. And I’m ready to move on.”
“You did almost die.”
She bit her lip. “I know. And I really don’t want to.”
“Good. I don’t want you to, either.” He winked at her.
A rush of white-hot energy filled her, centering on her sex. She squirmed on her seat. Wow, that felt good. How long had it been since she felt this way about a guy? Just about five years.
After lunch, they drove back home.
After he parked his car in his driveway, he turned to her. “You want to come and see what I’ve done with the place?”
“Can I see your etchings?”
He laughed, a deep roaring belly laugh and reddened.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, I was trying to figure out a way to get you to ask me inside.”
His laugh grew. He escorted her into his house. As soon as they hit his living room, she turned to him.
“This is beautiful. I love what you’ve done with the floors and the paint job. Beautiful.”
“You know what else is beautiful?”
“What?”
“You.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She was blown right out of her socks. Five years of pent need exploded, she grabbed onto him and kissed him back with everything she had. He tasted so good, his tongue was masterful, her body buzzed with lust and excitement.
He was so tall! His shoulders were so firm, a total hard body.
Bryan cupped her face with his large, warm hands; tingly energy seared her cheeks and made her nearly faint with want. He drove his tongue deeper inside, toying with her own until the room spun.
He let go, his gaze heavy-lidded. “You are something special, lady.”
“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered.
He grinned and kissed her again, she melted in his arms. He pulled her close, molding her body to his. His steely rod pressed firmly against her belly, she wanted him inside her.
He pulled away. “Oh, God, I’m getting carried away here. Look, I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. I do, I’m just…God, I’ve been in lust with you since the day I first saw you. You are the hottest woman I’ve met in years. But I’m not a user. I…”
“Neither am I.”
“I just want you to know that my intentions are honorable. No matter what happens, I want to see you. I want to keep on seeing you. Do you feel the same away about—”
She attacked him with a kiss. He laughed into her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.
She giggled, so turned on, her sex was super ready.
Within seconds of reaching the bedroom, he’d stripped her naked.
He gasped when he saw her bare body. “My God, you’re even more beautiful.”
He dropped to take her breast in his mouth while his hand teased her sex. She spread her legs, eager for his touch.
She gasped when his finger slipped over her clit. How long had it been? And this guy was a superstar. A lovemaking superstar.
He gently laid her back on his bed, then fell between her legs. Flicking her hungry nub with his dexterous tongue, she ran her hands through his soft hair and squealed with delight. Two seconds later, she blasted into a thunderous orgasm. That was so fast!
And then he was on top and inside her. He moved slowly at first, watching her carefully for her reaction. When he hit her g-spot, she gasped. It had been so long! Oh, God, he felt so good!
Gradually, he built his pace until he was full-on powering into her. She screamed with joy as climax after climax shook her nether regions. This was so fun! Yeee-hah!
He drove into her faster and faster until he shuddered, crying out with his own release. Which sent her even higher.
Sweaty and spent, they both collapsed to the bed, laughing.
“Wow, that was amazing!” she exulted.
He brought her to him and smacked her butt a couple times, sending shockwaves of sensation ricocheting through her sex. Ooo, he had a nice touch with the spanks, too. She loved a few love taps on her ass after coming. So fun!
His grin widened at her reaction. “Girl after my own heart. You like the spanky games, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes. Do that again.” She flopped onto her stomach and raised her buns so he could get a better shot at her.
He fired one into her sit spots; delicious waves of joy echoed through her sex. He let his swat do its work, then he spanked her again, a bit harder this time. She gasped. It felt so good!
One then the other, he worked her ass, building his play punishment slowly. Closer and closer, she came to the edge. Was she going to come from just a spanking?
She raised her ass higher and tucked her legs under her so more of the swat would impact her clit.
Whack! She shot straight to the edge. Oh, God, she was gonna come!
He laid a series of perfectly aimed swats with just the right strength exactly where she needed it. Fireworks exploded in her mind, her sex and clit jolted with a shockingly intense orgasm. She cried out with ecstasy, gripping the bed with both hands and arching her back to receive his amazing spanks. Her entire body shook with rapture. He continued his strikes until she collapsed to the bed. Then he spanked her two final good ones, she shivered with the last throes of her climax.
When she got her breath back, she began giggling. Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and cradled her. Then he laid her down beside him; she pressed the length of herself against his lean body.
“You’re fun,” he said in a deep, lusty tone.
“You’re even more fun,” She bit his neck and he yelped.
“What a perfect playmate, you are. And this probably isn’t the time, but lady, I think I’m playin’ you for keeps.”
She gasped and her heart burst wide open. She squeezed him hard. “Thanks for saying that. I feel exactly the same way.”
He kissed her, which started things all over again.
Joey looked at the clock. Bryan was due in a half hour. Quick! She could just put that one screw into the rain gutter in the back before he got there. He’d ordered her to stay away from ladders and power tools until her hand healed. A week into their new relationship, Bryan was still in the deluded phase of falling in love. For some reason, he thought he had control over her. Yeah, right. She raced to the garage, grabbed her ladder and hustled it outside. Within seconds, she was at the top, balanced perfectly and ready to put in the screw.
Gurgle, gurk! She stopped. What a weird noise. She couldn’t tell where it came from. Sounded like a cross between a duck quacking and a cat strangling. She looked around, but didn’t see anything. She returned to her chore and finished fast.
Climbing down wasn’t as easy as going up. Not with the stupid hurt hand. As she landed on the ground, some movement out of the shadows under the eaves of the house caught her attention.
She turned and there was Bryan, his gaze flaming, his face stony, his jaw and fists clenched. Oops.
“Hi, honey, I didn’t—”
“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me, Joey. You made me a promise.”
“I’m not sure I technically promised you.”
“Inside,” he said, jerking his head towards the back door.
This didn’t sound good. Sounded like a confrontation. Oh, dear. Was she going to have to teach him a lesson today about who she really was?
She went inside, he slammed the door behind her. She turned to talk to him, he was right there. Taking her by the upper arm, he pulled her into her living room.
She dragged her feet. “Hey, wait.”
He reached the couch, sat down and pulled her off balance. She fell forward, across his lap.
“Hey, wait!”
“No, you wait.” He took the back of her pants and undies and pulled them down to her knees.
She wiggled to get away and searing pain blazed her bare behind. She almost jumped out of her skin. Was that his hand? Did he just hit her that hard with just his hand? This was nothing like his play spankings!
“You stay still and you listen to me, woman,” he said in a harsh tone.
“Hey, that hurt!”
“Good. You and I are going to have a little talk.” Spank!
“Yeee-ow! Bryan, stop!”
Swat! “No! You’re going to listen to me and listen to me good. I (spank) told you to stay away from power tools!” Spank, spank, spank.
“Ow! Ow! Owwww! Bryan!”
“You are injured and could hurt yourself worse!” A blazing series of horrid swats aimed right on her sit spots.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Bryan!” She kicked her feet.
“Don’t ‘Bryan’ me, lady!” Too many spanks to count rained down on her poor ass.
“Owww! Stop!”
“Now you be quiet and listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes!” she yelled quickly.
“You are my woman, right?”
“Right!”
“You want to live to be with me, right?”
“Yes!”
“Then (spank) don’t (spank) put (really horrid spank) yourself (spank, spank, spank) in danger!” A storm of swats all over her tender ass.
“Okay! Okay!”
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Do you think I’m being unfair?”
“No!” Unfortunately, he really wasn’t. And while she wished he’d stop and she hated it, no one had ever cared about her enough to set limits on her. Not even her ex. She’d always pushed it.
Those days could be over.
“I love you!” He spanked her a hard one, she yipped. “And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. From now on, you listen to me. From now on, when I say don’t use power tools…” He lit into her ass with horrendous power.
She yowled.
“You don’t use power tools.” He laid several more nasty spanks all over her burning buns. “Understand?”
“Ow! Yes! I understand!”
He picked her up off his lap, gathered her in his arms and crushed her in a hug. “You will obey me, woman,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry, Bryan,” she sniffled.
“You’d better be. Damn crazy loon, up on a bloody ladder. I saw you up there, but didn’t want you to fall so I hid.”
“Oh! That was the strange noise I heard, it was you.”
“Yes. I choked when I saw where you were. What the hell were you thinking? I could have done that for you.”
“It was only one screw,” she said in a small voice.
“Only one screw. Do I have to spank you again?”
“No. Please don’t. I got it. I won’t lie to you, I’ll listen to you.”
“I don’t spank my women for real unless they deserve it. I don’t like spanking you other than for play. So don’t push me again, you hear?”
“I won’t!” She sniffed and bit her lip.
“Now don’t pout. I’m not going to stop you from doing your projects, just the ones that might hurt you. No chainsaws up trees, no work while you’re healing. I think I’m being remarkably restrained here.”
“You are. I just… never had anyone who cared as much as you do.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you, you idiot,” he said into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly.
He dropped a hand between her legs, her sex drive roared to life.
He grinned at her reaction. “Well, looky here, your pants are off. Now what should I do about that?”
She sent him a wicked grin. He kissed her again and pushed her back against the couch.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
Welcome to a completely binary date. 10-1-10. How are you all today? Really? Tell me more. Uh-huh. Wow. That’s cool.
I love having conversations with myself. Which is probably why I write all day long.
Soooo, this month (September even though I know it’s October now) just wrote and edited and sold 63,000 words worth of spanking stories to Discipline and Desire (fifteen in all). If you haven’t already joined, I urge you do so. Ten bucks a month for weekly stories from yours truly, plus some fantastic authors you may not have read before. A great deal and so many, many full length stories for your enjoyment. If you like spanking fiction and you like my work (duh, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t) you’ll love D and D. And almost all your money goes to the authors. So we can pay our electricity bills and buy computers so we can write this fun stuff for you.
On a personal note, ummm. Not much happening here, which is good. Leaves me more time to write. Hubby still loves his new job and I love mine and life is good. And I’m beginning to realize that when things are good, you must enjoy yourself, because life can throw some real curveballs at you.
And I’m sure more curveballs are on their way to me. I just heard through two family sources that my mother is in a fast decline. And that’s gonna be a tough nut to crack. Losing your mother, no matter how old you are, sucks. So I’m headed to their retirement home next week to visit. Dad’s still doing okay, he’s 88 and Mom’s 86. I can’t imagine life without her. But we all have to leave the planet at sometime. Even if it sucks for the people left behind.
On a lighter note, here is the third part and the conclusion of Do-It-Yourself Troublemaker. Another double post because I felt like it.
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
If this woman became his, there was no way he’d let her do crazy things. Maybe he’d come along at the right time. Maybe he was just what she needed. Bryan knew a great tried and true method of getting through to accident-prone troublemakers. Right over his knee. And man, Joey had one, nice spankable ass.
Bryan drove her home and pulled up in her driveway. “You need food,” he said, trying for the simple approach.
“I got some, I’ll be okay.”
“I’m offering to buy.”
“Oh. Well… when you put it that way.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you get out of those bloody clothes and I’ll take you to the Bistro for a late lunch.”
“That sounds heavenly.”
She bounded up her stairs and returned in less than five minutes. He laughed at her exuberance. She liked him!
Joey kept trying to appear detached and cool at lunch. But she knew she was blowing it. God, Bryan was so handsome! And he really seemed to like her. He laughed at all her jokes and was so charming! Her heart rate hadn’t slowed once.
His expression grew contemplative. “So…why do you hurt yourself like that?” he said with a nod towards her scarred shoulder.
She shrugged. “Dunno. Klutz, I guess.”
“I think it goes a bit beyond that. What made you think climbing a tree to cut a branch down was a good idea?”
“Uh…” She frowned, thinking. “I wanted it down. Was really all I thought. Guess I’m kinda impatient. Hate waiting for help. I like to do things for myself. Ever since my husband passed, I found myself without a handyman. And without him stopping me at every turn, I guess I like doing stuff myself.”
“He tried to stop you?”
“Yeah. Always said I was reckless.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, so I’m reckless. Haven’t died yet.”
“You miss him?”
Old pain tweaked her insides. “Oh, God, yeah. I mean, not as much as I did. Linda thinks I was trying to join him because I missed him so bad.”
“Were you?”
“Possible, I suppose. I mean, not anymore. At first—like when the chainsaw thing happened—I was overcome with grief. I really didn’t care if I lived or died and I hated that stupid branch and hated being powerless. Didn’t want to wait for some man to save me. No offense. Today…I can’t thank you enough. I have discovered over the previous year that life can be okay again. And I’m ready to move on.”
“You did almost die.”
She bit her lip. “I know. And I really don’t want to.”
“Good. I don’t want you to, either.” He winked at her.
A rush of white-hot energy filled her, centering on her sex. She squirmed on her seat. Wow, that felt good. How long had it been since she felt this way about a guy? Just about five years.
After lunch, they drove back home.
After he parked his car in his driveway, he turned to her. “You want to come and see what I’ve done with the place?”
“Can I see your etchings?”
He laughed, a deep roaring belly laugh and reddened.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, I was trying to figure out a way to get you to ask me inside.”
His laugh grew. He escorted her into his house. As soon as they hit his living room, she turned to him.
“This is beautiful. I love what you’ve done with the floors and the paint job. Beautiful.”
“You know what else is beautiful?”
“What?”
“You.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. She was blown right out of her socks. Five years of pent need exploded, she grabbed onto him and kissed him back with everything she had. He tasted so good, his tongue was masterful, her body buzzed with lust and excitement.
He was so tall! His shoulders were so firm, a total hard body.
Bryan cupped her face with his large, warm hands; tingly energy seared her cheeks and made her nearly faint with want. He drove his tongue deeper inside, toying with her own until the room spun.
He let go, his gaze heavy-lidded. “You are something special, lady.”
“God, you’re so hot,” she whispered.
He grinned and kissed her again, she melted in his arms. He pulled her close, molding her body to his. His steely rod pressed firmly against her belly, she wanted him inside her.
He pulled away. “Oh, God, I’m getting carried away here. Look, I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you. I do, I’m just…God, I’ve been in lust with you since the day I first saw you. You are the hottest woman I’ve met in years. But I’m not a user. I…”
“Neither am I.”
“I just want you to know that my intentions are honorable. No matter what happens, I want to see you. I want to keep on seeing you. Do you feel the same away about—”
She attacked him with a kiss. He laughed into her mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.
She giggled, so turned on, her sex was super ready.
Within seconds of reaching the bedroom, he’d stripped her naked.
He gasped when he saw her bare body. “My God, you’re even more beautiful.”
He dropped to take her breast in his mouth while his hand teased her sex. She spread her legs, eager for his touch.
She gasped when his finger slipped over her clit. How long had it been? And this guy was a superstar. A lovemaking superstar.
He gently laid her back on his bed, then fell between her legs. Flicking her hungry nub with his dexterous tongue, she ran her hands through his soft hair and squealed with delight. Two seconds later, she blasted into a thunderous orgasm. That was so fast!
And then he was on top and inside her. He moved slowly at first, watching her carefully for her reaction. When he hit her g-spot, she gasped. It had been so long! Oh, God, he felt so good!
Gradually, he built his pace until he was full-on powering into her. She screamed with joy as climax after climax shook her nether regions. This was so fun! Yeee-hah!
He drove into her faster and faster until he shuddered, crying out with his own release. Which sent her even higher.
Sweaty and spent, they both collapsed to the bed, laughing.
“Wow, that was amazing!” she exulted.
He brought her to him and smacked her butt a couple times, sending shockwaves of sensation ricocheting through her sex. Ooo, he had a nice touch with the spanks, too. She loved a few love taps on her ass after coming. So fun!
His grin widened at her reaction. “Girl after my own heart. You like the spanky games, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes. Do that again.” She flopped onto her stomach and raised her buns so he could get a better shot at her.
He fired one into her sit spots; delicious waves of joy echoed through her sex. He let his swat do its work, then he spanked her again, a bit harder this time. She gasped. It felt so good!
One then the other, he worked her ass, building his play punishment slowly. Closer and closer, she came to the edge. Was she going to come from just a spanking?
She raised her ass higher and tucked her legs under her so more of the swat would impact her clit.
Whack! She shot straight to the edge. Oh, God, she was gonna come!
He laid a series of perfectly aimed swats with just the right strength exactly where she needed it. Fireworks exploded in her mind, her sex and clit jolted with a shockingly intense orgasm. She cried out with ecstasy, gripping the bed with both hands and arching her back to receive his amazing spanks. Her entire body shook with rapture. He continued his strikes until she collapsed to the bed. Then he spanked her two final good ones, she shivered with the last throes of her climax.
When she got her breath back, she began giggling. Laughing, he gathered her into his arms and cradled her. Then he laid her down beside him; she pressed the length of herself against his lean body.
“You’re fun,” he said in a deep, lusty tone.
“You’re even more fun,” She bit his neck and he yelped.
“What a perfect playmate, you are. And this probably isn’t the time, but lady, I think I’m playin’ you for keeps.”
She gasped and her heart burst wide open. She squeezed him hard. “Thanks for saying that. I feel exactly the same way.”
He kissed her, which started things all over again.
Joey looked at the clock. Bryan was due in a half hour. Quick! She could just put that one screw into the rain gutter in the back before he got there. He’d ordered her to stay away from ladders and power tools until her hand healed. A week into their new relationship, Bryan was still in the deluded phase of falling in love. For some reason, he thought he had control over her. Yeah, right. She raced to the garage, grabbed her ladder and hustled it outside. Within seconds, she was at the top, balanced perfectly and ready to put in the screw.
Gurgle, gurk! She stopped. What a weird noise. She couldn’t tell where it came from. Sounded like a cross between a duck quacking and a cat strangling. She looked around, but didn’t see anything. She returned to her chore and finished fast.
Climbing down wasn’t as easy as going up. Not with the stupid hurt hand. As she landed on the ground, some movement out of the shadows under the eaves of the house caught her attention.
She turned and there was Bryan, his gaze flaming, his face stony, his jaw and fists clenched. Oops.
“Hi, honey, I didn’t—”
“Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me, Joey. You made me a promise.”
“I’m not sure I technically promised you.”
“Inside,” he said, jerking his head towards the back door.
This didn’t sound good. Sounded like a confrontation. Oh, dear. Was she going to have to teach him a lesson today about who she really was?
She went inside, he slammed the door behind her. She turned to talk to him, he was right there. Taking her by the upper arm, he pulled her into her living room.
She dragged her feet. “Hey, wait.”
He reached the couch, sat down and pulled her off balance. She fell forward, across his lap.
“Hey, wait!”
“No, you wait.” He took the back of her pants and undies and pulled them down to her knees.
She wiggled to get away and searing pain blazed her bare behind. She almost jumped out of her skin. Was that his hand? Did he just hit her that hard with just his hand? This was nothing like his play spankings!
“You stay still and you listen to me, woman,” he said in a harsh tone.
“Hey, that hurt!”
“Good. You and I are going to have a little talk.” Spank!
“Yeee-ow! Bryan, stop!”
Swat! “No! You’re going to listen to me and listen to me good. I (spank) told you to stay away from power tools!” Spank, spank, spank.
“Ow! Ow! Owwww! Bryan!”
“You are injured and could hurt yourself worse!” A blazing series of horrid swats aimed right on her sit spots.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Bryan!” She kicked her feet.
“Don’t ‘Bryan’ me, lady!” Too many spanks to count rained down on her poor ass.
“Owww! Stop!”
“Now you be quiet and listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes!” she yelled quickly.
“You are my woman, right?”
“Right!”
“You want to live to be with me, right?”
“Yes!”
“Then (spank) don’t (spank) put (really horrid spank) yourself (spank, spank, spank) in danger!” A storm of swats all over her tender ass.
“Okay! Okay!”
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes!”
“Do you think I’m being unfair?”
“No!” Unfortunately, he really wasn’t. And while she wished he’d stop and she hated it, no one had ever cared about her enough to set limits on her. Not even her ex. She’d always pushed it.
Those days could be over.
“I love you!” He spanked her a hard one, she yipped. “And I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. From now on, you listen to me. From now on, when I say don’t use power tools…” He lit into her ass with horrendous power.
She yowled.
“You don’t use power tools.” He laid several more nasty spanks all over her burning buns. “Understand?”
“Ow! Yes! I understand!”
He picked her up off his lap, gathered her in his arms and crushed her in a hug. “You will obey me, woman,” he rasped.
“I’m sorry, Bryan,” she sniffled.
“You’d better be. Damn crazy loon, up on a bloody ladder. I saw you up there, but didn’t want you to fall so I hid.”
“Oh! That was the strange noise I heard, it was you.”
“Yes. I choked when I saw where you were. What the hell were you thinking? I could have done that for you.”
“It was only one screw,” she said in a small voice.
“Only one screw. Do I have to spank you again?”
“No. Please don’t. I got it. I won’t lie to you, I’ll listen to you.”
“I don’t spank my women for real unless they deserve it. I don’t like spanking you other than for play. So don’t push me again, you hear?”
“I won’t!” She sniffed and bit her lip.
“Now don’t pout. I’m not going to stop you from doing your projects, just the ones that might hurt you. No chainsaws up trees, no work while you’re healing. I think I’m being remarkably restrained here.”
“You are. I just… never had anyone who cared as much as you do.”
He kissed her hard. “I love you, you idiot,” he said into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly.
He dropped a hand between her legs, her sex drive roared to life.
He grinned at her reaction. “Well, looky here, your pants are off. Now what should I do about that?”
She sent him a wicked grin. He kissed her again and pushed her back against the couch.
©2010, Michelle Carlyle
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