Hey Spanky Friends!
Why am I feeling like crap? I already got sick. I’m concerned that Mr. Carlyle is not just bringing home a nice paycheck from his new job. After all, for fourteen years we worked at home together. And this is the first time in years he’s been around that many people. 2400 of them, to be exact. All day long. He said everyone is sick at work. Sniffling and coughing and trudging around in a stupor. I think if you’re sick, you should stay home. But I suppose that’s not practical all the time.
Like tomorrow. I have a presentation to do at my RWA (Romance Writers of America) meeting and am concerned about being sick. So I’m resting all day today and if I’m sniffly, I’ll drug myself up and go do the presentation. I’m the speaker for the meeting, so I have to go. I just won’t breathe on anyone. But the show must go on.
I just hope all to hell I can fight off whatever this thing is that’s making me feel crappy. And remember my stupid presentation. Well, it’s not stupid, I think it’s good and funny. We’ll see what the audience thinks. This is the first time I’ll be doing it. Time to use that theatre degree and PERFORM.
Okay, so here is the next to the last chunk of The Motivator. I think you’ll like it.
Big hugs to all of you!
Michelle
“Easy, Heather, easy. Take it easy. You did very well. I’m very proud of you. You obeyed me and took your punishment like a good girl. Now you won’t disappoint me or yourself again, will you?”
“No,” she croaked out.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to go over and lie face down on the couch. Your punishment is over. But I want you to keep your pants down, all right?”
“O-okay,” she stammered, sobbing still.
She got up and gasped at the pain of movement. She obediently stepped out of her pants and walked over to the couch, completely naked from the waist down. He got harder. She was turned away from him, so hopefully she wouldn’t notice.
Curt walked into her kitchen and checked her freezer. Luckily, she had a pack of frozen peas. He got the peas, and went through her cupboards and found some aspirin. He got a bottle of water, the peas and the pills and returned to the living room.
“Heather? I want you to take two aspirin. Here,” he said, handing them to her. She obediently took the pills.
Then he brought up a chair next to the couch. “I’m going to put this icepack on your rear end.” He did so, she jumped a bit, then relaxed.
“You did very well, Heather, I’m impressed. Very impressed.”
She said nothing. He hoped she wasn’t too angry with him.
He got up, went to his coat pocket and got out a can of Solarcaine. He returned to her and gently began rubbing her back.
“I know I hurt you. I wanted to, I meant to. That was the worst hiding I’ll ever give you. I wanted to make an impression on you. In the future, I will make judgments based upon any other infractions you may make on your plan and modify the punishments accordingly. But this one, I wanted you to know the worst. And this was the worst I’ll ever give you.”
“Thank God.”
He smiled. He removed the peas and sprayed Solarcaine on her rear.
“Since you were such a good girl, I’m rewarding you with Solarcaine. This should help with the pain.”
He saw when the medicine worked, her entire body relaxed, her sobs subsided. Good.
He began petting her head, very softly, very affectionately. “I hope you don’t hate me, Heather.”
“I don’t.”
“I only did this because I care about you. All of this… was because I care about you. I would have never agreed to help you if I hadn’t been interested in you. I will understand if you don’t want to proceed any further with this relationship. But I hope you’ll want to.”
She finally turned and looked up at him. She smiled. “No, I got it. You are a kinda hard-ass, but… I did screw up. And I have been screwing up and I don’t want to. I knew I could have stopped you and ended this whole thing. This was my choice, having you spank me. It was horrible, but… I know I’ll get my homework done this week. And if you keep helping me, I will definitely get that master’s degree and achieve all my goals at work. Which means a lot to me. So, no, I appreciate this. Thanks. Thanks for caring enough about me to do this all for me.”
He grinned. “You’re very welcome, Heather. How are you feeling?”
“Better, now.”
“Good. Uh, is it all right if I rub out some of the pain? It will help as well.”
“Sure, go for it.”
He almost couldn’t believe his good luck. All he wanted to do was bury his face between her legs, but he held himself back. He would start slowly. Build her up so she’d really want him. He gently began massaging her rear, his sex responded accordingly.
After a bit, she unconsciously moaned and moved her hips against the couch. This was promising. He’d test her to see how far he could go.
He rubbed and massaged her buns, then dipped his hand a bit between her legs. He was instantly rewarded. She spread her legs and arched her hips a bit, inviting him in. Oh, God, he wanted her!
He slipped his hand down underneath her, she raised that beautiful ass higher. He played with her tender folds, then inserted a finger inside her. She was so wet, he slid right in. He nearly fainted with lust. He began fingering her, until she began writhing and grinding her hips into the couch.
He finally couldn’t stand it any longer. He withdrew, grabbed her, flipped her over, spread her legs wide and buried his face between her legs. She squealed with delight as his tongue found her hardened clit. He flicked it lightly with his tongue, she grabbed his head and brought him closer. She tasted so good, smelled so good, he was out of his mind with sexual joy. He could pleasure this woman forever and never tire. Heavenly!
He started off slowly and then built up and delivered a practiced assault on her sweet spot. She cried out, and pushed her hips up and tried to get as much of herself into his mouth as she could. She contracted then; writhing, moaning, seemingly barely able to handle the sensations. Then she howled as she came, bucking up against him, smashing against the couch with her fists. After she calmed, he started all over again. This was so fun! He brought her to as many orgasms as he could before she pushed him away.
“I want you inside me, now,” she growled at him, her eyes dark with lust.
He was so happy he was forty. In his younger days, he would have come just from that look on her face. As it was it was hard to hold himself back. He made short work of his clothes, his member was so hard, it hurt. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she saw him. He quickly grabbed a condom out of his pocket, eased it on and then fell between her legs.
When he entered her, he felt the connection. This was powerful. This was real. This was a bonding, not merely sex, but the first time on a path with his future partner. He tried to hold himself back, control himself, but he couldn’t. He lost himself in her. He thrusted into her wildly, she threw her head back against the couch and roared with release. He felt her sex spasm around him and nearly lost it right then. But he was determined to keep her going for as long as he could. Somehow he stayed focused. He wanted to take her on a ride she would never forget. Through some pretty fancy mental gymnastics, he continued on driving into her with everything he had. No woman had ever fit with him like this. No woman had ever felt like this.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
The Motivator, Part Six
Hey Friends!
I’m still half asleep, so…zzzzzzz. Okay, I just had a dream that I was with William Shatner. No, no spanking or sex or anything like that thankfully. I kept giving him Star Trek toys to play with (my husband and I have an extensive collection in real life). Totally amusing. He really got into it and played with the communicator and pretended to be back on the show. I asked him if he still got fan mail from Star Trek and he said, yes, but not as much as he used to. Then Hubby woke me up.
Sort of. I’m still…zzzzzzzzz. I’m back. So here’s the next chapter of The Motivator and it’s payoff time for all you spankos. Yay!
Man, this week, I’ve been writing mostly Discipline and Desire stuff and it was such a bummer because Mr. Carlyle’s been sick. For our 18th wedding anniversary, I gave him my cold. Wasn’t that nice of me? I’ve been so frustrated with my boy toy broken. Especially because writing the spanky stuff gets me so horny. Oh, well. This is what vibrators are for.
Anyhoo, I’ll be back next week. Until then, enjoy my story and I hope you all get to spank or be spanked by a loved one. Or an acquaintance. By someone fun!
Hugs,
Michelle
“I want you to reach over and grab the opposite edge of the table, Heather. That’s it, all the way over. Good girl. Now do not let go unless I tell you to, you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
Oh, the obedient tone! He got harder. He was glad she couldn’t see him, his pants were completely tented.
“All right, now. I’m going to start. If you let go or try to cover yourself or do anything but hang on, I will stop and start all over again, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
“Good.”
He waited a good full few minutes. Let her anticipate the punishment. He walked over and took her by the hips and positioned her a bit better. Moved her legs apart just a bit. Adjusted her to make her ass a bit higher. Then he stepped back. And waited. Her breathing increased. This was such fun!
He took hold of his paddle and got himself into a good position next to her.
Then he rested his hand on the small of her back. Her skin was so soft. A thousand ways of making love to her crossed his mind. He couldn’t resist and ran his hand over her lovely, lovely derrierre.
“Yes, I think you’re finally ready.”
He waited another beat. He wanted her unprepared. Right when he saw her relax, he reached far back and came down on her unprotected, tender behind with his paddle. A satisfying loud slap rewarded him.
She shrieked and let go of the table. Then immediately grabbed hold again. He smiled. She was trying. Good.
He eased up for the next strikes; he hit her hard, but not as hard as he would shortly. He wanted to build the punishment. Build the tension, increase the pain bit by bit until the climax to his performance where the little girl would learn never to let herself down again.
Her rear end began to glow pink. But he wouldn’t stop until it was mottled with purple bruises. This little girl needed to learn a lesson.
After warming her up a bit, he began to work her ass. He started up top, across both buns, then he alternated, one cheek then the other. Each strike sent ripples across her tender flesh. He kept checking her expression to gauge her pain level. The tears had started, but she was trying to be brave. Admirable. But he was definitely getting through to her. She began dancing a bit with her feet.
“Keep those feet on the ground, Heather,” he bit out harshly. She obeyed him instantly. Excellent.
He began concentrating on her sit spots, the most important area on a woman’s behind. The most sensitive, the one place that left the most lasting impression. He started fairly lightly, working the paddle against her taut behind, then built up to where he was close to putting his all into it. One spot, then the other, again and again and again. The leather paddle swished through the air, the strikes making louder and louder slap sounds.
She finally broke down and began sobbing. Good, she was almost done.
He would end with attentions to both cheeks at once. He started a bit lightly, then built up the rhythm and the strength until he was really letting her have it with the paddle.
And God bless the little girl, she bore it. She took it and didn’t let go of the edge of the table, once.
Her ass was fire engine red, it was mottled with purple bruises, it was time to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. And oh, her ass was a sight. Swollen now, the color so inviting. Her long beautiful legs shook with the pain, her prone position, so vulnerable, so lovely, the hint of her sex peeking out, it took much of his inner resolve not to ram himself inside her. As it was, his granite hard member pressed painfully against his pants. He was so close to coming, it wasn’t funny.
He brought his arm back far and let loose with the last few swats to her overwhelmed rear, causing her to shriek loudly.
He put the paddle down on the table and took his hand off her back.
“You stay there, now Heather. Just stay there.”
She collapsed against the table, weeping and sobbing. Now he’d have to see what the aftermath brought. She would either turn him out and he’d never see her again, or she be contrite and promise never to disappoint him or herself again. He prayed it was the latter. He’d rarely had this much fun punishing someone. And she was so lovely. Those legs! That fine ass!
He put the paddle back in his coat and then returned to her. He forced himself to keep cool. All he wanted to do was plunge her depths, but she could hate him for all he knew.
She was still crying fairly hard. He waited until she quieted some.
He laid a hand on the small of her back, she jumped.
“Easy, Heather, easy. Take it easy. You did very well. I’m very proud of you. You obeyed me and took your punishment like a good girl. Now you won’t disappoint me or yourself again, will you?”
“No,” she croaked out.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to go over and lie face down on the couch. Your punishment is over. But I want you to keep your pants down, all right?”
“O-okay,” she stammered, sobbing still.
©2007 or something, Michelle Carlyle
I’m still half asleep, so…zzzzzzz. Okay, I just had a dream that I was with William Shatner. No, no spanking or sex or anything like that thankfully. I kept giving him Star Trek toys to play with (my husband and I have an extensive collection in real life). Totally amusing. He really got into it and played with the communicator and pretended to be back on the show. I asked him if he still got fan mail from Star Trek and he said, yes, but not as much as he used to. Then Hubby woke me up.
Sort of. I’m still…zzzzzzzzz. I’m back. So here’s the next chapter of The Motivator and it’s payoff time for all you spankos. Yay!
Man, this week, I’ve been writing mostly Discipline and Desire stuff and it was such a bummer because Mr. Carlyle’s been sick. For our 18th wedding anniversary, I gave him my cold. Wasn’t that nice of me? I’ve been so frustrated with my boy toy broken. Especially because writing the spanky stuff gets me so horny. Oh, well. This is what vibrators are for.
Anyhoo, I’ll be back next week. Until then, enjoy my story and I hope you all get to spank or be spanked by a loved one. Or an acquaintance. By someone fun!
Hugs,
Michelle
“I want you to reach over and grab the opposite edge of the table, Heather. That’s it, all the way over. Good girl. Now do not let go unless I tell you to, you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
Oh, the obedient tone! He got harder. He was glad she couldn’t see him, his pants were completely tented.
“All right, now. I’m going to start. If you let go or try to cover yourself or do anything but hang on, I will stop and start all over again, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Curt.”
“Good.”
He waited a good full few minutes. Let her anticipate the punishment. He walked over and took her by the hips and positioned her a bit better. Moved her legs apart just a bit. Adjusted her to make her ass a bit higher. Then he stepped back. And waited. Her breathing increased. This was such fun!
He took hold of his paddle and got himself into a good position next to her.
Then he rested his hand on the small of her back. Her skin was so soft. A thousand ways of making love to her crossed his mind. He couldn’t resist and ran his hand over her lovely, lovely derrierre.
“Yes, I think you’re finally ready.”
He waited another beat. He wanted her unprepared. Right when he saw her relax, he reached far back and came down on her unprotected, tender behind with his paddle. A satisfying loud slap rewarded him.
She shrieked and let go of the table. Then immediately grabbed hold again. He smiled. She was trying. Good.
He eased up for the next strikes; he hit her hard, but not as hard as he would shortly. He wanted to build the punishment. Build the tension, increase the pain bit by bit until the climax to his performance where the little girl would learn never to let herself down again.
Her rear end began to glow pink. But he wouldn’t stop until it was mottled with purple bruises. This little girl needed to learn a lesson.
After warming her up a bit, he began to work her ass. He started up top, across both buns, then he alternated, one cheek then the other. Each strike sent ripples across her tender flesh. He kept checking her expression to gauge her pain level. The tears had started, but she was trying to be brave. Admirable. But he was definitely getting through to her. She began dancing a bit with her feet.
“Keep those feet on the ground, Heather,” he bit out harshly. She obeyed him instantly. Excellent.
He began concentrating on her sit spots, the most important area on a woman’s behind. The most sensitive, the one place that left the most lasting impression. He started fairly lightly, working the paddle against her taut behind, then built up to where he was close to putting his all into it. One spot, then the other, again and again and again. The leather paddle swished through the air, the strikes making louder and louder slap sounds.
She finally broke down and began sobbing. Good, she was almost done.
He would end with attentions to both cheeks at once. He started a bit lightly, then built up the rhythm and the strength until he was really letting her have it with the paddle.
And God bless the little girl, she bore it. She took it and didn’t let go of the edge of the table, once.
Her ass was fire engine red, it was mottled with purple bruises, it was time to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. And oh, her ass was a sight. Swollen now, the color so inviting. Her long beautiful legs shook with the pain, her prone position, so vulnerable, so lovely, the hint of her sex peeking out, it took much of his inner resolve not to ram himself inside her. As it was, his granite hard member pressed painfully against his pants. He was so close to coming, it wasn’t funny.
He brought his arm back far and let loose with the last few swats to her overwhelmed rear, causing her to shriek loudly.
He put the paddle down on the table and took his hand off her back.
“You stay there, now Heather. Just stay there.”
She collapsed against the table, weeping and sobbing. Now he’d have to see what the aftermath brought. She would either turn him out and he’d never see her again, or she be contrite and promise never to disappoint him or herself again. He prayed it was the latter. He’d rarely had this much fun punishing someone. And she was so lovely. Those legs! That fine ass!
He put the paddle back in his coat and then returned to her. He forced himself to keep cool. All he wanted to do was plunge her depths, but she could hate him for all he knew.
She was still crying fairly hard. He waited until she quieted some.
He laid a hand on the small of her back, she jumped.
“Easy, Heather, easy. Take it easy. You did very well. I’m very proud of you. You obeyed me and took your punishment like a good girl. Now you won’t disappoint me or yourself again, will you?”
“No,” she croaked out.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to go over and lie face down on the couch. Your punishment is over. But I want you to keep your pants down, all right?”
“O-okay,” she stammered, sobbing still.
©2007 or something, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 12, 2010
The Motivator, Part Five
Hey There Spanky Friends!
Damn, I’ve been so sick, I totally forgot it was Friday. It’s been one long, sneezy CSI-filled week. I totally feel like death. I thought I was getting better, I’m not sneezing as much, but I feel TERRIBLE.
Enough whining. Here is Part Five of The Motivator.
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine’s Day. Mr. Carlyle and I are celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary on Monday. Maybe. Depending on how sick I am. I hope this is over soon. I am not used to being sick. I am a goer and a doer. Not a sit around and watch freakin’ CSI all the time kind of a person.
And I think CSI is getting to me. I keep having dreams about corpses.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Curt knew the moment he saw Heather the morning before their date that she hadn’t made her goals for that week. And she’d done so well the week before. She’d made a bargain with him, signed the agreement, promised to fulfill an easy set of goals and in only two weeks she’d let herself down? This girl really did need some help. She was a good girl, too. But wild. Just a bit too wild. Her impulsive nature helped her in some ways, but damaged her in others. He’d help her see how to use her nature to her advantage. And guide her in the right direction.
Of course, to do that, he had to spank her. And while he greatly looked forward to it, there would be a part of it that would be difficult. In order to get through to her, he had to do a good job on her, really punish her. It would be no fun for her tonight. But she needed it and she’d asked him to help her. And more importantly, she’d signed the agreement. Something he took very seriously. He assumed at some point, she’d break the contract, but not this soon!
He was curious how she would take her punishment. How she would hold up. Many people asked for limits they never really wanted. But she was different, he knew it. He hoped she did well. He was falling in love with her. If she could stand up to her part of the bargain, he knew it would work out between them. He sure hoped so.
When he arrived at her house at seven pm sharp, he heard her vacuuming. Trying to get as much done as she could before she saw him.
She was breathless when she answered the door. And she was worried. He liked that she was a bit afraid of him. While he’d never really hurt her, it was good she feared him a bit. It would help keep her motivated. He had to make sure that after they made love—if they made love—that she knew his limits were firm and any infractions of the rules would be met with strict discipline. Especially if they were ever to marry. He held his mates up to very high standards.
“Uh, hi, Curt,” she said, looking very nervous.
He walked inside and took off his coat. He set it down on the couch and turned back to her. He gestured towards the large grid on the wall that listed all her goals. “So, let’s see what progress you’ve made.”
She shifted in place and rubbed the back of her neck. “About that…”
“Tell me you aren’t going to try to weasel your way out of this week’s goals.”
She stopped. And thought. Then she gave up. “No.”
“You were, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking at her feet.
He inwardly was very amused, but kept his expression firm. He couldn’t show any weakness or leniency or she’d never get the lesson and never pass that stupid class.
“Well, let’s see what you actually did accomplish.” He walked over to the grid and checked her progress. She’d only gotten half of her goals accomplished.
He turned to her. She seemed to shrink down into her skin. Funny. But again, he kept his expression severe.
“I am interested to hear why you didn’t get much done.”
“Will it help with my sentence?”
“No.”
“Will it add to my sentence?”
“I’m not sure. Depends on the excuse.”
“I’d rather not then.”
“Oh, one of those?”
“Yes,” she said dismally.
“I still want to hear it.”
“Went on a bender with some old college friends.”
“Is that why you were sick on Monday?”
“Yeah.”
“So you lied to your work?”
“No, I was sick. Totally hungover. Woke up in a hotel in Santa Cruz with no memory of how I got… there… I should not have added that.”
He could feel the edges of his mouth flicker, he wanted to smile, but couldn’t let himself. He rubbed his mouth thoughtfully to cover his amusement. Oh, she was a bad girl, this one. He hoped he could tame her. He hoped she responded well to his discipline.
“All right then. It’s time to pay the piper, Heather.”
“Christ. Look, maybe this wasn’t such a good… idea… oh, hell. I need to pass this class and I didn’t even make it to class this week.”
“I see that. All right, this is how it’s going to work. You will submit to your punishment. You won’t try to get away, you won’t fight me. Do you understand?”
“Yeah…”
“Good girl. Now…” He got his coat and reached inside the pocket and withdrew a large leather paddle. He loved her reaction. Her eyes went wide, she paled and swallowed.
“You… you’re gonna hit me with… THAT?”
“Yes. The punishment is for you, not me. I don’t want my hand hurting.”
“Oh, dear…”
“Now,” he said, looking around the room. He spotted the very solid dining table. “That should work well. All right, Heather. Over to the table.”
“O-kay,” she said, looking terrified. The fear in her eyes sent a thrill through him. He liked the prelude to a spanking almost as much as he enjoyed administering the punishment itself.
“Now, I want you to pull your pants and underwear down to your ankles, I won’t look.”
“But…”
“The only way to properly administer a spanking is on the bare bottom of the recipient.”
“Oh, man,” she said, her voice shaky. Her hands were shaking, too. A surge of power raced through him. God, he loved punishing brats!
Reluctantly, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips. She took her very cute pink panties and pushed them down as well. Then she pushed both down to her ankles.
When he saw her amazing heart-shaped ass, he immediately got hard. Really hard. Almost painfully so. He couldn’t wait to see that lovely alabaster turn to a beet red. He loved reddening a girl’s bottom. Loved their little shrieks of pain. The tears, the trembling lower lip. God, he almost wanted to skip the spanking and take her from behind.
Control, man, control. He still wasn’t sure about her yet. Their whole future depended on how well she submitted to him. While he wanted an equal partner, they both needed to obey the rules. While he always did, it was clear the girl still had some self-destructive behaviors that needed to be addressed. If she handled this punishment well and didn’t get angry with him for it, actually appreciated it, then that would settle any doubts.
©200?, Michelle Carlyle
Damn, I’ve been so sick, I totally forgot it was Friday. It’s been one long, sneezy CSI-filled week. I totally feel like death. I thought I was getting better, I’m not sneezing as much, but I feel TERRIBLE.
Enough whining. Here is Part Five of The Motivator.
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine’s Day. Mr. Carlyle and I are celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary on Monday. Maybe. Depending on how sick I am. I hope this is over soon. I am not used to being sick. I am a goer and a doer. Not a sit around and watch freakin’ CSI all the time kind of a person.
And I think CSI is getting to me. I keep having dreams about corpses.
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Curt knew the moment he saw Heather the morning before their date that she hadn’t made her goals for that week. And she’d done so well the week before. She’d made a bargain with him, signed the agreement, promised to fulfill an easy set of goals and in only two weeks she’d let herself down? This girl really did need some help. She was a good girl, too. But wild. Just a bit too wild. Her impulsive nature helped her in some ways, but damaged her in others. He’d help her see how to use her nature to her advantage. And guide her in the right direction.
Of course, to do that, he had to spank her. And while he greatly looked forward to it, there would be a part of it that would be difficult. In order to get through to her, he had to do a good job on her, really punish her. It would be no fun for her tonight. But she needed it and she’d asked him to help her. And more importantly, she’d signed the agreement. Something he took very seriously. He assumed at some point, she’d break the contract, but not this soon!
He was curious how she would take her punishment. How she would hold up. Many people asked for limits they never really wanted. But she was different, he knew it. He hoped she did well. He was falling in love with her. If she could stand up to her part of the bargain, he knew it would work out between them. He sure hoped so.
When he arrived at her house at seven pm sharp, he heard her vacuuming. Trying to get as much done as she could before she saw him.
She was breathless when she answered the door. And she was worried. He liked that she was a bit afraid of him. While he’d never really hurt her, it was good she feared him a bit. It would help keep her motivated. He had to make sure that after they made love—if they made love—that she knew his limits were firm and any infractions of the rules would be met with strict discipline. Especially if they were ever to marry. He held his mates up to very high standards.
“Uh, hi, Curt,” she said, looking very nervous.
He walked inside and took off his coat. He set it down on the couch and turned back to her. He gestured towards the large grid on the wall that listed all her goals. “So, let’s see what progress you’ve made.”
She shifted in place and rubbed the back of her neck. “About that…”
“Tell me you aren’t going to try to weasel your way out of this week’s goals.”
She stopped. And thought. Then she gave up. “No.”
“You were, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking at her feet.
He inwardly was very amused, but kept his expression firm. He couldn’t show any weakness or leniency or she’d never get the lesson and never pass that stupid class.
“Well, let’s see what you actually did accomplish.” He walked over to the grid and checked her progress. She’d only gotten half of her goals accomplished.
He turned to her. She seemed to shrink down into her skin. Funny. But again, he kept his expression severe.
“I am interested to hear why you didn’t get much done.”
“Will it help with my sentence?”
“No.”
“Will it add to my sentence?”
“I’m not sure. Depends on the excuse.”
“I’d rather not then.”
“Oh, one of those?”
“Yes,” she said dismally.
“I still want to hear it.”
“Went on a bender with some old college friends.”
“Is that why you were sick on Monday?”
“Yeah.”
“So you lied to your work?”
“No, I was sick. Totally hungover. Woke up in a hotel in Santa Cruz with no memory of how I got… there… I should not have added that.”
He could feel the edges of his mouth flicker, he wanted to smile, but couldn’t let himself. He rubbed his mouth thoughtfully to cover his amusement. Oh, she was a bad girl, this one. He hoped he could tame her. He hoped she responded well to his discipline.
“All right then. It’s time to pay the piper, Heather.”
“Christ. Look, maybe this wasn’t such a good… idea… oh, hell. I need to pass this class and I didn’t even make it to class this week.”
“I see that. All right, this is how it’s going to work. You will submit to your punishment. You won’t try to get away, you won’t fight me. Do you understand?”
“Yeah…”
“Good girl. Now…” He got his coat and reached inside the pocket and withdrew a large leather paddle. He loved her reaction. Her eyes went wide, she paled and swallowed.
“You… you’re gonna hit me with… THAT?”
“Yes. The punishment is for you, not me. I don’t want my hand hurting.”
“Oh, dear…”
“Now,” he said, looking around the room. He spotted the very solid dining table. “That should work well. All right, Heather. Over to the table.”
“O-kay,” she said, looking terrified. The fear in her eyes sent a thrill through him. He liked the prelude to a spanking almost as much as he enjoyed administering the punishment itself.
“Now, I want you to pull your pants and underwear down to your ankles, I won’t look.”
“But…”
“The only way to properly administer a spanking is on the bare bottom of the recipient.”
“Oh, man,” she said, her voice shaky. Her hands were shaking, too. A surge of power raced through him. God, he loved punishing brats!
Reluctantly, she unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips. She took her very cute pink panties and pushed them down as well. Then she pushed both down to her ankles.
When he saw her amazing heart-shaped ass, he immediately got hard. Really hard. Almost painfully so. He couldn’t wait to see that lovely alabaster turn to a beet red. He loved reddening a girl’s bottom. Loved their little shrieks of pain. The tears, the trembling lower lip. God, he almost wanted to skip the spanking and take her from behind.
Control, man, control. He still wasn’t sure about her yet. Their whole future depended on how well she submitted to him. While he wanted an equal partner, they both needed to obey the rules. While he always did, it was clear the girl still had some self-destructive behaviors that needed to be addressed. If she handled this punishment well and didn’t get angry with him for it, actually appreciated it, then that would settle any doubts.
©200?, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 5, 2010
The Motivator, Part Four
Hey Spanko Friends!
Gotta make this short, my computer died yesterday and for some miraculous reason it’s working right now, but I don’t trust it. I went out and bought a new one (AAAAUUGGGHHH!!!-there went my trip to a conference in Arizona in April), but Mr. Carlyle needs to help me set it up. And he’s super busy with his new job. At least I didn’t lose any data. I thought I’d lost a good 100 hours of work, but thankfully, no. Whew!
Anyhoo, here’s Part Four of the Motivator (out of 8 parts). I hope you enjoy.
Big hugs,
Michelle
“You agree to this arrangement, and honey, I will hold you to whatever promise you make to me,” Curt warned. “Just remember this: I will never fault you for knowing your limits and keeping to an easy schedule, but whatever agreement you make, whatever promise you make to me, you’d better be prepared to come through. The consequences can be quite…”
“Painful.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
Heather clutched her drink a bit harder. “Oh, dear.”
“Why do I like scaring you? You have this lovely wide-eyed look of terror you get in your eyes. Yet, I can tell you really aren’t scared of me.”
“It’s a weird dichotomy isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Quite intriguing, really.”
“Yeah, well, Curt, you intrigue me, too.”
He smiled, like a cat that ate the canary. “I can tell.”
“Cheeky bastard, aren’t you?”
He grinned widely. “Yes. And you’re quite saucy yourself.”
“And impudent at times. Definitely defiant. Yet, I have accomplished a lot. I just hit this… zone. This… wall. I want to move forward, yet… I just can’t seem to summon up the oomfph to do it.”
“I think I can help you there.”
“I’m just wondering if I have the guts to actually make an agreement with you.”
“It’s a question you have to ask yourself. You take me on, you’re taking on more than you have, I think, ever.”
“But I do like a challenge.”
He grinned. “So do I. I will win, you know.”
“I’m counting on it.”
He insisted they go back to her apartment. “I need to see the whole thing so I can help you make your goals list.”
“This is super humiliating.”
“I won’t think any less of you. Let’s just see the whole unvarnished truth about you, shall we?”
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, my,” he said when he saw her living room.
“It gets worse. This is the clean part of the house.”
“How do you live in this?”
“I don’t. I run in, drop stuff off and run out.”
“Oh, so you don’t have a house, you have a closet.”
“Right. I didn’t always live like this.”
“Really?” he asked.
“No. I… I actually hate this.”
“Good. A good sign.”
“Are you a neat freak?”
“I am no freak. But I do like order.”
“I did.”
“I think you really do need my help.”
They sat down and made up a huge grid of goals and timelines for each. He insisted on cutting her goals list in half and lengthening the time by double than what she originally budgeted.
“You don’t have much faith in me, do you?” she asked.
“No, on the contrary, I have a great deal of faith in you or I wouldn’t be here. I saw your resume at work, I know what you’ve done, you’ve just lost your way, that’s all. No, that’s why I want this schedule to be easy to accomplish, I want you to succeed.”
She smiled. “That’s encouraging to hear.”
“I want to motivate you, not discourage you. And if you make too ambitious of a schedule, all you’re doing is setting yourself up for failure. And you don’t want to do that.”
“Okay. Thanks. I think I can do this.”
He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling at her. “Of course you can. Now sign here so we’re very clear on what your promises are.” He pointed to a place on the bottom of the goal list for the week.
“Okie-dokie,” she said.
As she signed her signature, some part of her felt like she was on a conveyor belt that led straight to some unknown, but very scary future. But as she glanced up into his eyes for reassurance, she found it waiting for her. He was a good man. Above everything, she could tell this was a man on the up-and-up, a man she could count on, a man who would be there for her.
But there was that other side to the guy. This was a man you did not cross. You did not lie to him, you didn’t try to pull anything on the man, or you would come out on the short end of the stick.
“Well, I’m going to get going.” He took her by the hand. “Heather… I would love nothing more than to seduce you right now. But… I want to take things slowly with you. I… think we have the start of something special and I want to make sure that we don’t rush it and blow it. And I also want you to take this program seriously. If we got involved too fast, I’m afraid it might not help you. I don’t want to make a mistake here. I’ve done it in the past and I don’t want to repeat it. I don’t know if you feel the same way I do—“
“I do.”
He smiled. “I thought so.”
He leaned in and kissed her. Ka-pow! Serious chemistry. Serious electricity, serious feet tingling going on. His tongue gently explored her entire mouth, then he let loose with a ferocity that made her nearly swoon.
When he pulled away, she was so dizzy, he had to steady her. Which made him laugh.
“You are adorable, aren’t you?” he said.
She could only beam.
“Oh, one more thing,” he said.
Without quite knowing how it happened, Heather found herself across the man’s lap on her couch with her arm up behind her back, her ass high in the air.
“Curt?”
“I just want you to get a sample of what would happen if you didn’t come through for yourself. If you don’t accomplish your goals.”
“I think I can imagine!”
“No, you can’t. Besides, I wouldn’t think of depriving myself of the privilege. If you’d read what you’d signed closely you would have seen the provision for pre-punishments.” She could hear the smile in his voice. He was both teasing her and making a point. He wanted her to understand that he took the bargain seriously. And he also wanted to play.
Whack! A sharp, firm slap to her upturned behind. It smarted, but it didn’t hurt that bad. She was a little surprised to realize that it kind of turned her on. Smack! A bit sharper. But the reverberations sent shockwaves through her entire sex. This was fun. Wow. Curt proceeded to administer a very powerful, yet not too painful spanking. It was really fun, actually. A bit painful, but that just served to heighten the sensations rocking her clit. This man knew how to do it.
But she could also tell he was going easy on her. If he wanted to, he could make this whole thing very, very unpleasant. She hoped she could come through. She hoped she wouldn’t blow it. While he turned her on, this was a man she couldn’t con. All her other men were pushovers. This guy was a warrior. An alpha male. Someone you didn’t push around. If she blew it, he would make her pay.
Which made him far more exciting than any other man she’d ever known. She wanted this guy. In a big, bad way.
He finished the spanking, let her up and kissed her hard. Then he simply got up, went to the door and left. Leaving her standing there, stunned.
She’d never wanted a man more. Ever.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
Gotta make this short, my computer died yesterday and for some miraculous reason it’s working right now, but I don’t trust it. I went out and bought a new one (AAAAUUGGGHHH!!!-there went my trip to a conference in Arizona in April), but Mr. Carlyle needs to help me set it up. And he’s super busy with his new job. At least I didn’t lose any data. I thought I’d lost a good 100 hours of work, but thankfully, no. Whew!
Anyhoo, here’s Part Four of the Motivator (out of 8 parts). I hope you enjoy.
Big hugs,
Michelle
“You agree to this arrangement, and honey, I will hold you to whatever promise you make to me,” Curt warned. “Just remember this: I will never fault you for knowing your limits and keeping to an easy schedule, but whatever agreement you make, whatever promise you make to me, you’d better be prepared to come through. The consequences can be quite…”
“Painful.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
Heather clutched her drink a bit harder. “Oh, dear.”
“Why do I like scaring you? You have this lovely wide-eyed look of terror you get in your eyes. Yet, I can tell you really aren’t scared of me.”
“It’s a weird dichotomy isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Quite intriguing, really.”
“Yeah, well, Curt, you intrigue me, too.”
He smiled, like a cat that ate the canary. “I can tell.”
“Cheeky bastard, aren’t you?”
He grinned widely. “Yes. And you’re quite saucy yourself.”
“And impudent at times. Definitely defiant. Yet, I have accomplished a lot. I just hit this… zone. This… wall. I want to move forward, yet… I just can’t seem to summon up the oomfph to do it.”
“I think I can help you there.”
“I’m just wondering if I have the guts to actually make an agreement with you.”
“It’s a question you have to ask yourself. You take me on, you’re taking on more than you have, I think, ever.”
“But I do like a challenge.”
He grinned. “So do I. I will win, you know.”
“I’m counting on it.”
He insisted they go back to her apartment. “I need to see the whole thing so I can help you make your goals list.”
“This is super humiliating.”
“I won’t think any less of you. Let’s just see the whole unvarnished truth about you, shall we?”
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, my,” he said when he saw her living room.
“It gets worse. This is the clean part of the house.”
“How do you live in this?”
“I don’t. I run in, drop stuff off and run out.”
“Oh, so you don’t have a house, you have a closet.”
“Right. I didn’t always live like this.”
“Really?” he asked.
“No. I… I actually hate this.”
“Good. A good sign.”
“Are you a neat freak?”
“I am no freak. But I do like order.”
“I did.”
“I think you really do need my help.”
They sat down and made up a huge grid of goals and timelines for each. He insisted on cutting her goals list in half and lengthening the time by double than what she originally budgeted.
“You don’t have much faith in me, do you?” she asked.
“No, on the contrary, I have a great deal of faith in you or I wouldn’t be here. I saw your resume at work, I know what you’ve done, you’ve just lost your way, that’s all. No, that’s why I want this schedule to be easy to accomplish, I want you to succeed.”
She smiled. “That’s encouraging to hear.”
“I want to motivate you, not discourage you. And if you make too ambitious of a schedule, all you’re doing is setting yourself up for failure. And you don’t want to do that.”
“Okay. Thanks. I think I can do this.”
He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling at her. “Of course you can. Now sign here so we’re very clear on what your promises are.” He pointed to a place on the bottom of the goal list for the week.
“Okie-dokie,” she said.
As she signed her signature, some part of her felt like she was on a conveyor belt that led straight to some unknown, but very scary future. But as she glanced up into his eyes for reassurance, she found it waiting for her. He was a good man. Above everything, she could tell this was a man on the up-and-up, a man she could count on, a man who would be there for her.
But there was that other side to the guy. This was a man you did not cross. You did not lie to him, you didn’t try to pull anything on the man, or you would come out on the short end of the stick.
“Well, I’m going to get going.” He took her by the hand. “Heather… I would love nothing more than to seduce you right now. But… I want to take things slowly with you. I… think we have the start of something special and I want to make sure that we don’t rush it and blow it. And I also want you to take this program seriously. If we got involved too fast, I’m afraid it might not help you. I don’t want to make a mistake here. I’ve done it in the past and I don’t want to repeat it. I don’t know if you feel the same way I do—“
“I do.”
He smiled. “I thought so.”
He leaned in and kissed her. Ka-pow! Serious chemistry. Serious electricity, serious feet tingling going on. His tongue gently explored her entire mouth, then he let loose with a ferocity that made her nearly swoon.
When he pulled away, she was so dizzy, he had to steady her. Which made him laugh.
“You are adorable, aren’t you?” he said.
She could only beam.
“Oh, one more thing,” he said.
Without quite knowing how it happened, Heather found herself across the man’s lap on her couch with her arm up behind her back, her ass high in the air.
“Curt?”
“I just want you to get a sample of what would happen if you didn’t come through for yourself. If you don’t accomplish your goals.”
“I think I can imagine!”
“No, you can’t. Besides, I wouldn’t think of depriving myself of the privilege. If you’d read what you’d signed closely you would have seen the provision for pre-punishments.” She could hear the smile in his voice. He was both teasing her and making a point. He wanted her to understand that he took the bargain seriously. And he also wanted to play.
Whack! A sharp, firm slap to her upturned behind. It smarted, but it didn’t hurt that bad. She was a little surprised to realize that it kind of turned her on. Smack! A bit sharper. But the reverberations sent shockwaves through her entire sex. This was fun. Wow. Curt proceeded to administer a very powerful, yet not too painful spanking. It was really fun, actually. A bit painful, but that just served to heighten the sensations rocking her clit. This man knew how to do it.
But she could also tell he was going easy on her. If he wanted to, he could make this whole thing very, very unpleasant. She hoped she could come through. She hoped she wouldn’t blow it. While he turned her on, this was a man she couldn’t con. All her other men were pushovers. This guy was a warrior. An alpha male. Someone you didn’t push around. If she blew it, he would make her pay.
Which made him far more exciting than any other man she’d ever known. She wanted this guy. In a big, bad way.
He finished the spanking, let her up and kissed her hard. Then he simply got up, went to the door and left. Leaving her standing there, stunned.
She’d never wanted a man more. Ever.
©2008, Michelle Carlyle
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