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If you are offended by spanking and explicit sexual situations, please go elsewhere. 18 and over, only please. If you're a fan of romantic spanking fiction, then this is the blog for you. I mainly write m/f spanking fiction involving loving couples. My men are all Alpha, my women are smart, sassy and very bad girls who learn that their errant ways can lead to some painful consequences. My work appears on the website Discipline and Desire. I also write fun erotica involving threesomes (also with lots of spanking!) and other spanky sexual adventures. If you want to buy my books, check out my website, www.michellecarlyle.com or go to disciplineanddesire.com.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Speeding Toward A Spanking, Part Five

Hellllloooooooooooooo My Spanky Friends!

Well, here I am on a Thursday, rushing to get ready to go on a TRIP! Yay!!! A nice romantic, hopefully-fuck-our-brains-out getaway. We’re going to a super romantic place by the beach with a fireplace and wetbar and all that crap. So…let’s see what’s on my packing list? Lube, flogger, riding crop (!!!!! My favorite!!!!!), leather paddle, vibrator, pink Lucite dildo, port and beer. Whoooo-hooo! Oh, and CDs and music player. And a huge array of after-sex munchies. Brie, fresh fruit and crackers. Just add husband and we’re set to go!

Hmmm. I probably should bring some warm clothes for the beach. BTW, this isn’t like a Southern California beach where it’s sunny and warm, this is a Northern California beach which is windy, foggy and FREEZING. But beautiful. And the water is arctic. If you get silly and actually put your feet in the water, it’s INSTANT PAIN. Ice cream headache in your feet.

Anyway, it will be fun! And we’ll be spending most of our time indoors, anyway. HEEEEEEEEEEE!! Now watch, after all my expectations, we’ll fall asleep the moment we get there and wake up when we have to come home. Heavy sigh. 23 years together means that when you “sleep together” there’s actually a whole lot of snoring going on.

No. This vacation is about sex. Lots of sex. Wheeee! I won’t let my husband out of that room until he’s half dead. Or I’m half dead.

Enough of this. I’m getting horny and I haven’t even packed yet. Here’s the next installment of Speeding Towards a Spanking, soon to be found in Hanky Spanky.

Hugs to you all and see you next week!!!


Lila took the corner too fast and the back end of the racecar slid out. Wall. Center of the track. Wall. Center of the track. Dizzy, she finally came to a stop. Thankfully, all the other cars had gotten out of her way and she hadn’t hit them or anything else. No damage to anything but her nerves.

She straightened out the car and drove back to the pit.

Bobby John came running out to greet her. “Wow, you are so lucky, girl. I thought for sure you were gonna hit the wall.”

“I hope the car’s okay,” she said, climbing out. She had to shout to be heard over the din of the other cars.

The brown-haired man laughed. “It’s fine. It’s a training car, anyway. You can’t hurt it too much.”

“That’s why you let me drive it.”

“You are a crazy one, girl. Totally crazy.”

A man she didn’t recognize walked up to the pair. “Hey there,” he said.

Bobby John turned to him. “Hey Greg, what’s up?”

“Just came out to see who did those last laps and look what I find, a pretty little lady.”

Bobby John gestured towards Lila. “Lila Black, meet Greg Posito, he runs the track and amateur night.”

Lila shook hands with the large, burly man. In his early sixties, Greg looked like a human bulldog. Such a contrast to the boyish good looks of Bobby John.

“Well, well, well, so this is Lila Black. Aren’t you married to that rock star?”

“I am.”

“Well, well, well, perhaps I could convince you and your famous husband to partake of our amateur night here. I think you got a good chance to win.”

“Can’t. Thanks. Zane doesn’t even know I’m here. He doesn’t exactly like me doing dangerous activities. But thanks,” Lila said. She turned away and took off her jacket.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Maybe if I talk to him, I can—”

She turned on the man and pointed at him. “No. You don’t talk to him.”

The man held up his hands. “Okay, okay, don’t mean to upset you, honey. I just think you’re a fantastic driver.”


Bobby John nodded. “Greg’s right, Lila, you really should compete.”

“No thanks. Besides, everyone just cares about Zane, not me. And this is only my fifteenth or so time driving with other cars.”

“That’s why they call it amateur night. You should try it,” Bobby said. “We got some trials goin’ tomorrow afternoon. Love to see you take the Dodge around the track.”

Lila snapped her attention to Bobby. “You’d let me take out the Dodge?”

He flashed her a mouth of straight white teeth. “Yeah, I would. I think you’re ready for it.”

Conflicted, her stomach twisted. “Goddamn it. I can’t, man. I can’t. This is torturing me. Damn, I’d love to take that baby for a run.”

“So come out tomorrow.”

Greg said, “Maybe if you talk to your husband, he’ll come around. We’d love to see you two out here.”

Yeah, you’d love the publicity that comes with Zane, wouldn’t you? “I can tell you this, you’ll never see him out here,” Lila told the big man.

Bulldog Man didn’t bat an eye. “I still think you oughta run it by him. I think he’d be proud of you.”

“I doubt it,” Lila said. “Besides, he’s getting ready for his upcoming tour. He has no time.”

“Why don’t you come back tomorrow, Lila? I got a spot open for you. Just come and try it out,” Bobby said.

She stood and thought. It had been hard enough to get away without Zane finding out. She had no idea how she could get back the next day without lying through her teeth. But the Dodge. She’d been salivating over that car forever.

“When do you need to know?” she asked.

“Uh, now.”

“Shoot. I have no idea how the hell I’d get back here without him…”

“Finding out?” Bobby John finished.


“Just come. He won’t know.”

She couldn’t stand it. “Okay, I’ll be here. What time?”


She sighed and ran a hand through her short spiky red hair. “I’ll be here.”

“Bring your husband,” Greg said, trying again.

“No. See ya, Bobby John, nice meeting you, Greg.”

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Black,” Greg said.

She hated being called Mrs. Black. It was as if she lost her own identity to most of the world when she married her husband. She was now Mrs. Zane Black to almost everyone. People were much nicer to her, photo shoot jobs were being thrown at her, everyone wanted to give her something. Of course, in return for a favor from her husband. It sucked. It was the part of Zane she liked the least, all this fame crap. He could have it.

But racing the Dodge. That would be a blast. Somehow, someway, she’d do it. But how would she get away from Zane? The next day was Friday, his normal day off. She was hoping that with the tour, he’d be too busy to take time off.

Oh, God, if he even so much as caught wind of what she was doing, he’d spank her into the middle of the next century. The man was such a hardass. He ruled her life with an iron fist. Granted, he’d kept her from endangering herself with her stunts, but still, the guy was an immovable force. And he hit so hard. But she had to race that Dodge!

As if by God’s grace, Zane was indeed busy the next day. She tried not to look happy when he told her, she tried to look like the consummate compassionate wife. They were in the living room, having pretzels and drinks before dinner.

He pulled his long black hair back out of his handsome face. “You’re so good to me, baby. Most women would read me the riot act. But I have to have this meeting with the record company. All kinds of crap screwed up with our concessions. We make most of our money off those damned t-shirts and memorabilia.”

“No problem, honey. I understand. While I’m obviously disappointed, it’s fine. I have a job I can do, anyway. Bobby John is doing some racing tomorrow and asked if I could come down the racetrack and take some shots.”

“You’re goin’ down there a lot lately.”

“He’s a great client.”

“Yeah, that’s good. So you like goin’ down there?”

She checked his gaze to see if he was fishing. He wasn’t. His large green eyes were curious, loving. Thank the Lord.

“Oh, yeah. Stinky and loud, but fun.” She took a sip of her beer.

“They ever let you ride in those cars?”

She spit out her beer. Immediately, she realized her stupidity and covered by coughing. Zane rubbed her back while she grabbed a napkin and wiped up the beer from her lap and face.

“Too strong for ya?” he teased with a grin.

“I don’t recommend breathing beer.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

She hoped he let the subject drop. She decided to change the topic before he asked any more questions. “So, dinner should almost be ready.”

“What are we havin’?”

“Chicken broccoli cheese stuff.”

He laughed. “Is that the name of the recipe?”

“Chicken Broccoli Bake. Which should almost be done. If you will excuse me.”

She looked over at him and he gazed at her thoughtfully. She hoped to God he dropped the subject of the racetrack.

Luckily, they spent the rest of the night making love, watching TV and snacking. The subject of the racetrack fell by the wayside.

The next morning, he woke her up early. “Baby? I gotta go to work. I didn’t want to leave without kissin’ you good-bye.”

He leaned down and kissed her. She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him closer. “You sure you don’t have time for morning fun?”

A lustful gleam appeared in his green gaze. “Oh, you bad girl. I would love nothin’ more, but I just got a call. The record execs are havin’ an early mornin’ meeting and I gotta be there.”


“I’ll take a raincheck,” he said, kissing her again. When he pulled away, he asked, “When you getting’ back from the racetrack?”

“Late afternoon, I think. I’ll call before I leave.”

“Good. And take the Lexus, not your piece of crap Toyota.”

“All right.”

“And when I get back from tour, we’re gettin’ you a new car. Somethin’ safe.”

She smirked. “Like a tank?”

“Don’t get smart,” he said with a grin.

“You are over-protective.”

“No, I’m just protective. And I’m only this way because of you. May I remind you of a couple weeks ago? Miss Ninety-Five Miles An Hour?”

“I just healed up from that,” she said pursing her lips at him.

He grabbed her playfully, pulled her over his lap and laid a few light spanks on her butt. He turned her over and kissed her, his hand finding the place between her legs.

“Remember who’s boss, bad girl,” he warned with a grin. He got up.

“You are such a tease. Get me all hot and then leave me.”

“Wait. Tonight I’ll make it up to you.”


After he left, Lila got up and got going. She was gonna race the Dodge that day!

©2007, Michelle Carlyle

Monday, May 24, 2010

Michelle's Sage Advice For The Week

Fuck. And fuck often.

I realize this is rather obvious, but with our current modern lives, we think about work, the kids, the house, the IRS, pleasing our bosses, trying to keep up with the latest iPad or iPod or technological advancement, and in all the hubbub, we forget the most important thing: fucking. If you are in a relationship, nothing should come between you and great sex. If we put the same focus and priority on our sex lives, we'd have much more energy for all the other crap.

So whatever makes you want to have sex (that's legal), do it. If porn turns you on, watch it. If erotica turns you on, read it. If eating chocolate and drinking port turns you into a lusty animal, then eat and drink it.

And fuck your brains out.

Just thought I'd pass along this obvious idea because I have somehow forgotten it. But last night, Hubby and I had a wonderful FUCK and I'm feeling much more centered and happy.

And now Michelle will return to the world of spanking fiction and make yet another deadline. Guess what I'll be writing about?

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Welcome To The New Look

Just messing around with new templates because reading white against a black background SUCKS THE WAD. If you love this or hate this, let me know. Not that I'm going to change it, but I might. If I had more time I'd do some custom thingy, but...I don't.

love to you all,

Friday, May 21, 2010

Speeding Toward A Spanking, Part Four

Spanky People!

Okay, my brain is FRIED. I’ve been working non-stop on my vanilla novel and I’m so tired I can barely see straight. But I must push on! Hopefully, I’ll “finish” it today.

Next week, I’ll be posting early, like on Thursday, because Hubby and I are going on a romantic weekend vacation to a very cool, fancy-schmancy place by the ocean. And of course, it’s supposed to rain, so I’m glad our room has a fireplace. And a wetbar.

So here’s Part Four of Speeding Towards a Spanking. If you’re tired of getting your stories from me in small chunks, for only ten bucks a month, you can get my full stories, plus the stories of many other talented spanking writers EVERY WEEK if you join Discipline and Desire. That’s www.disciplineanddesire.com. A stellar deal for spankophiles. More spanky stuff than ever and the other authors are fantastic. Plus you get Dave Wolfe’s Wolfie Toons, always imaginative and always funny. I love Dave.

So I’ll see you right back here next Thursday with Part Five of Speeding Towards a Spanking.

Hugs to you all!

While Lila knew Zane didn’t enjoy hurting her, he certainly enjoyed exercising his power over her. The man was a power-hungry hardass. He Who Must Be Obeyed. He’d warned her the first time she’d gone out with him, what kind of a man he was. She just didn’t think he meant it. Everyday it became clearer that he’d told her the truth. Zane was an immovable force. Mr. Rules. When it came to his edicts, he had no sense of humor and saw her indiscretions in black and white. She was wrong, he was right. End of story.

She had to admit, however, her life was much less scary since he came into it. She didn’t find herself clinging four hundred feet above the city streets by just her numb fingers. She hadn’t almost died from a stunt since she’d been with him. His “edicts” had kept her alive and safe. Damn it. Why didn’t she have any self-control?

She pushed her jeans over her hips.

“Down to the ankles, girl,” he ordered. She saw the lust grow in his gaze, too. Luckily, she got rewarded after punishments, but it still wasn’t much of a consolation. She hoped he wouldn’t hit her too hard. Sometimes he went easy on her.

She rolled her jeans down to her ankles.

“Now come here,” he said.

She shuffled over to him. He reached up, took her by the arm and pulled her across his massive thighs. He raised up his right knee, pushing her hips up. With one hand placed on the flat of her back, she felt him swing his other arm back. She closed her eyes and balled her fists. This would not be pleasant.

The sharp rapport of his massive hand impacting her bare flesh was surprisingly loud. Even louder was her shriek of pain. Waves of pain rushed out from her behind and raced throughout her body. Every muscle tensed, the tears started immediately. Wow, he hit hard.

“That was one,” he told her.

“Zane, I’m sorry, look—”

“No talking during your punishment, girl,” he warned, punctuating each word with a sharp slap to her bare behind. She cried out. “And those didn’t count, either. You know the rules.”

The next spank was horrible. She started breathing deeply, trying to control the pain. Zane was taking his time today, too. Sometimes he drew out her punishments like this. He spanked her a good one and let the pain do its worst to her. Right when the agony began to diminish, he’d spank her again. Tonight seemed like one of those nights. Bummer.

Just as she feared, he got into a horrid rhythm with his punishment. He swatted her really hard, then waited, announced the number—it seemed like he stayed in single digits forever—then spanked her again. Sweat broke out on her forehead, mingled with her tears and dripped onto the sofa. The sharpness of his swats was terrible. He was clearly pissed off about her speeding. If only she’d learn to keep her big mouth shut!

“Fourteen,” he said. She felt his body move and prepared for another. White-hot pain ignited her behind. She felt barbecued. The man was incinerating her ass. This was getting unbearable fast.

On and on it went.

“Twenty.” She was so sore by this time, when he laid number twenty-one on her, she let out a deafening shriek.

For the last four, he fired into her sit spots, one right after another. She couldn’t even take a breath before she screamed from the next one. Finally, he finished. She collapsed across his lap and cried.

He let her cry a bit, then he lifted her off his lap, turned her around and cradled her. He petted her head, kissed her on the cheek and rubbed her back.

“Calm down, baby, it’s all over. It’s all over.”

She began to calm down, the tears waned.

He hugged her tightly. “Baby, I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you. I’ve been lookin’ for you my whole life and I am not about to lose you. Freakin’ reckless fool. Promise me right now, you’ll never drive that fast again. Promise me, you’ll keep it to seventy on the freeways.”

Perfect! She was wondering how to phrase her promise so it wouldn’t include her fun at the track. And he just gave her the perfect way out.

“I p-p-promise I’ll only go seventy on the f-f-freeways.”

“Damn, girl, I only want you safe. Just safe. Why do you have to be so crazy?”

“I don’t know.”

“I get the thrill thing. I told you it’s okay to do your climbing—as long as you have safety equipment. It’s okay to skydive if you want to. I don’t like it, but as long as you do it right, I know it’s pretty safe. There’s tons of ways to get excitement, within limits. Why do you always have to push it?”

“I don’t know. I got this…please don’t spank me again.”

He squeezed her and kissed her forehead. “No, baby, that’s all over. Don’t worry. I don’t like hurtin’ you, you know? I just have to get through to you, I can’t lose you. Now what did you want to say?”

“I just have a demon inside me, that likes the rush. But I understand, honey. I’ll put a lid on it. For you, I’ll put a lid on it. I’d do anything for you, Zane.”

“I love you, kitten.”

He kissed her and all the thoughts went out of her head. Well, except for one. Never let him find out about the racing track!

But somehow she just knew, someday, the man would find out. But hopefully, it wouldn’t be for a very long time.

©2007, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, May 14, 2010

Speeding Toward A Spanking, Part Three

Hey My Friends!

Wow. Is my head full of clay. I’ve been working 12 plus hour days trying to get my novel ready for my agent. I’m hoping to be done by the end of next week. We’ll see.

So that’s it. All I’ve done the whole week is work on the book. And I have very little mental agility left. Thankfully, we’re going to a dinner party tomorrow night, which will be a nice break and then it’s back to the grind. Oh, well. At the end of the month, Hubby and I are going on a romantic beach getaway to some fancy-schmancy place in Monterey. Room’s got a fireplace and a wet bar and all that crap. Greatly looking forward to it.

But until then…WORK!

So here’s the third part of Speeding Toward A Spanking, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Hanky Spanky.

Big hugs to all you lovely people and see you next week!


Zane continued to stare a hole through her. Then he started laughing, but he wasn’t amused. “Oh, yeah, I’ll get the car fixed right away. So you can go eighty-five without the car shaking. Oh, man, girl. Well, I know what I’m doin’ tonight. Makin’ a point with my girl. Who obviously totally ignores what I say as soon as I turn my back. What did I tell you about speeding? Huh? How many tickets did you get in the past three months?”

She winced. “Just two.”

The guy’s dark brow furrowed to the point where it became one continuous brow. “Two and the last one cost you a thousand dollars because you got too many in too short of a time.”

“Well, I didn’t get a ticket today,” she said in her defense, then caught herself. “I shouldn’t be arguing with you.”

“No, you should not be. God, girl, I love you,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t even have to catch you doin’ bad things, you just tell me.”

Her shoulders slumped, she began picking at her food. Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry. Not now that she was facing a spanking. Damn this! Why couldn’t she keep her stupid mouth shut? She walked into this one. Walked into it!

As she tried to eat, Zane worked himself up. Finally, he glared at her. “Where the hell were you speedin’ like that? Where did you go?”

“Took some shots down in Monterey—“

Even more alarmed, he asked loudly, “Monterey?”

“Yeah, Bobby John needed some new shots of his car.”

He seemed floored. “Jesus Christ, so you drove all the way there today and all the way back?”


“I told you I wanted to know if you left San Francisco.”

“Oh… right. Well, honey, you were busy and I didn’t want to bother you. So I drove down and came back. It was no big deal.”

“Except that you sped all the way down and all the way back,” he fired at her.

“No, just on the way back. The traffic sucked on the way down.”

Zane glowered at her. She shriveled under his fiery green gaze. “You know what you’re gettin’ after dinner?”

She nodded miserably. “I know.”

He shook his head and frowned. “You can avoid the punishment spankings, you know?”

She looked at her plate. “I know.”

She saw him glaring at her out of her peripheral vision. “Damn you. Eighty-five? Tell me you didn’t go any faster.”

“I didn’t go any faster,” she replied quickly. She obeyed him, didn’t she? She told him what he ordered her to tell him. She hoped he didn’t catch on.

Of course, he did. “You did, didn’t you?”

She turned to him and tried to appear unruffled. “You just—”

He pointed a long finger at her. “No smart ass remarks. Did you or didn’t you go faster than eighty-five?”

Her mind raced to find a way out. “Only when I passed this car on Highway One.”

His full sensual lips were tight, his eyes were green glowing coals. “How fast?”

“I don’t want to—”



His jaw dropped. Not a good sign. “Ninety-five?!”

She stared down at the table again. “Uh… yeah.”

“And how many miles an hour is that over the limit I gave you?”

“Twenty-five miles an hour,” she admitted reluctantly. Thankfully, he didn’t know that she’d gone a hundred and ten miles an hour over his limit on that track.

“So guess how many swats you’re gonna get on that bare butt of yours?”

She looked up at him, alarmed. “Bare butt? That’s not fair!”

He jabbed a huge finger into her face. “You don’t tell me what’s fair, I tell you. You put yourself in danger, Lila. Again, after I spanked you after that last ticket. You promised me you wouldn’t speed.”

“You said I could if I was passing someone.”

“I did. But—”

“Well, I was passing all kinds of people,” she said. And then she realized how bad it sounded. Damn it! How stupid was she?


She snorted, disgusted. “Shoot.”

Zane put down his fork and pointed towards the living room. “Okay, living room now. I have to handle this now.”

“But Zane, I—”

His gaze seared her. “Lila, living room, now!”

“But I’m not done.”

“Yes, you are. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Her limbs feeling heavy, she pushed herself away from the table. Her legs shaking, her stomach in a knot, Lila shuffled miserably out of the kitchen.

Zane walked past her and sat down on the living room couch, his massive legs stretching out in front of him.

“Okay, girl, you know the routine, pull ‘em down,” he ordered curtly.

As she unbuckled her belt, she fought the tears. She hated it when he was mad at her. She hated it when she disappointed him. But she hated it even more when he spanked her for real. She loved their play spankings. That was fun. But when he meant the spankings, they were awful. The man was way too strong and his hand was so large, her entire butt fit into it. Which meant when he spanked her, he hit her whole rear at once. Her lower lip began trembling, her hands shook as she worked her zipper.

While she knew he didn’t enjoy hurting her, he certainly enjoyed exercising his power over her. The man was a power-hungry hardass. He Who Must Be Obeyed. He’d warned her the first time she’d gone out with him, what kind of a man he was. She just didn’t think he meant it. Everyday it became clearer that he’d told her the truth. Zane was an immovable force. Mr. Rules. When it came to his edicts, he had no sense of humor and saw her indiscretions in black and white. She was wrong, he was right. End of story.

She had to admit, however, her life was much less scary since he came into it. She didn’t find herself clinging four hundred feet above the city streets by just her numb fingers. She hadn’t almost died from a stunt since she’d been with him. His “edicts” had kept her alive and safe. Damn it. Why didn’t she have any self-control?

©2008, Michelle Carlyle

Friday, May 7, 2010

Speeding Toward A Spanking, Part Two

Hey Spanky Humans!

Okay, I’m crazed. My agent gave me a deadline of the end of the month on my latest vanilla novel and I’m nowhere near done with it. On top of that, a friend tapped me to perform in a reunion show for our old college theatre group. Add to that a million other things I have to get done in a short amount of time and I’m losing my mind. Hubby leaves me a note for more things to do this morning and I nearly killed him. Sheesh.

Someday, I will learn to wield the “no” word more effectively. The only thing I want to say yes to is my books. Forget everything else. But then I would have no friends and my life would be unbalanced. Oh, well. Modern living, I suppose.

So here’s the next chapter of Speeding Towards a Spanking, soon to be found in an upcoming release of mine called “Hanky Spanky.” That is if I can actually squeeze out some time to get the damn thing together. I need forty-eight hours in a day with no sleep and then I’d be good.

Hugs to you all,

Lila smirked. “What Zane doesn’t know won’t hurt me.”

“I never thought I’d see the day where a man would tame you.”

“And you still aren’t. I don’t lie to him, either. I just don’t mention what I’m doing.”

“Does it work?”

“So far… mostly.” Lila shuddered when she thought of the time that Zane caught her free-climbing the building after he’d forbade her to do it. Wow, he’s spanked her so hard, she’d had to sleep on her side for a week. The man was a tyrant.

“So what’s the attraction?” Bobby John asked. “Other than that whole rock god thing he has going on. And the fact that he’s rich and at the top of the charts lately.”

“He ain’t a star around our house. He’s just my husband. And the attraction is that he’s the nicest guy I’ve ever been with.”

“So what’s it like married to rock star?”

She laughed. “Our lives are just like anyone else’s except he gets all kinds of attention when we’re out. And the girls all glare at me. But no, he’s just a normal guy. We cook dinner, watch TV, screw our brains out, call out for take-out. You know. All the normal couple stuff. He’s no different than any of my other boyfriends except he’s way nicer, is successful—actually has a job—and treats me way better. But really, he’s just a man. Well, no, he’s just a big, giant man. Damn, he is so large. That part is taking some getting used to. He is just so massive; he takes up the whole bed, eats most of the food and takes up most of the couch. But… other than that, normal.”

“My illusions are shattered. I thought it was all partying and going to celebrity events and stuff.”

“I’m sure there will be some of that crap. The release party for his new album, but that’s just an office party with long-haired rocker people.”

Bobby John digested this. “Wow. So, when are you comin’ back here?”

Lila shook her head. “Hopefully soon. That was serious fun.”

“No problem. I still owe you some more hours for that shoot. Even though, this time, you got me a little worried on that last lap.”

“Sorry. It was just so fun, I had to pass that guy. I just had to.”

Bobby John flashed her a mouth of straight white teeth. “I know the feeling.”

Lila left the racetrack and checked the clock on her car. Damn, it was already two o’clock? Where had the freakin’ time gone? If she didn’t hurry, she was gonna hit some major traffic. As it was, it would take her two hours to get back to San Francisco. She had to get back before Zane noticed her missing. He’d said he would be super busy and not to expect to hear from him until he came home for dinner. She had to get home before he knew she’d left.

She did not want to lie to Zane. She figured that out early on. Lying meant getting really bad spankings. So she stopped lying to him. She just didn’t volunteer information. She was very careful about what she said to him. And today, she had to be extra careful about what she said when she saw him. She couldn’t slip.

Luckily, the traffic was no problem and she got back to San Francisco by three-thirty, a new record for her.

Lila had dinner just about ready when Zane walked in the door. Her heart stopped when she saw her overly handsome husband poke his head through the kitchen door. Tall as a Greek God, Zane was over six foot seven, had jet-black hair that went to his waist and amazing green eyes. From the carved bone structure of his manly face to his ripped abs to his tight little ass, her husband was the hottest man she’d ever dated, let alone married. Every time he kissed her, she nearly fainted.

“Hey baby,” he said in his deep, smoky, baritone voice. He ambled up to her, took her in his arms and kissed her. Her whole body hummed with hormones and love. He pulled away and grinned down at her. “What’s cookin’ toots?” he leaned past her and lifted the lid on the stewpot on the stove. “Right on, chicken and dumplings.” He put the lid back and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for makin’ dinner, baby.”

He left to go throw on some sweats and when he returned, he got himself a beer out of the fridge. “You got one?” he asked.

“You bet.”

“So…where were you today?” he asked in casual manner. Lulled by his easy mood, she didn’t think too much about the question until she happened to glance up at him.

His gaze was fixed on her. Damn it. He knew. Somehow he knew she’d been up to something. The man was practically psychic. Every time she’d pulled something, somehow he just knew. It was like he could read her mind. She had to play it cool.

“I was out takin’ some pictures,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. She turned her attentions back to the stew pot even though she was waiting for the dumplings to cook and had nothing to do, but Zane didn’t know that.

“Where?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Oh, around.” She figured she’d better make some eye contact or he’d be even more suspicious. She turned to him. “Why?”

“I tried to call a couple times, but your cell was off.”

She nodded and smiled. Then turned back to the stove. “Yeah, you know I hate bein’ interrupted when I’m working and Jacob has been hasslin’ me, tryin’ to get me to put stuff in his stupid gallery. Now that I’m famous, or a famous wife, all these slimy bastards who rejected me in the past now want to kiss my ass. So… anyway, you told me not to expect to hear from you. So I didn’t turn it on.” She turned back to him. “What did I miss?”

He smiled, seemingly believing her tale. Good! “Oh, nothin’ just wanted to tell my favorite girl how much I loved her.”

Her heart melted. “Oh, honey.” She walked up to him and hugged him. He kissed the top of her head. “Love you, Zane.”

“I love you, baby.”

Later, as they ate, Lila was stoked. She’d made it through the gauntlet. Zane was happy, she was happy, he’d never find out about her adventures at the racetrack! She relaxed and enjoyed the meal.

About halfway through dinner, Zane asked, “So I gotta take the Lexus tomorrow, that cool?”

“Sure. I got my Toyota if I need to go anywhere.”

He snorted. “When are you gonna get a new car, anyway? I told you I’d buy you whatever you want.”

“We don’t need another car.”

“That thing is a piece of crap,” Zane said, gesturing with his fork. “I’m worried about you drivin’ it. Has no airbags, it’s old.”

Lila said, “I know, but I’m attached to it. We’ve been through a lot, that car and I.”

“It’s just a car. Did you take that today or the Lexus?”

“The Lexus. Oh, damn, yeah, we gotta have that looked at. Somethin’s wrong with it.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah, when you get up to eighty-five or so, the freakin’ back end shakes.”

Zane dropped his fork onto his plate and swung his hot green gaze onto her. He was instantly furious with her. Startled, it took her a minute to realize what she said. She felt smacked over the head. She just admitted to speeding, one of his big rules for her! No!

“Oh, crap,” she said. “Goddamn it! Me and my big freakin’ mouth. Why can’t I just shut up?”

Zane continued to stare a hole through her. Then he started laughing, but he wasn’t amused. “Oh, yeah, I’ll get the car fixed right away. So you can go eighty-five without the car shaking. Oh, man, girl. Well, I know what I’m doin’ tonight. Makin’ a point with my girl.”

©2008, Michelle Carlyle