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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.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Speeding Toward A Spanking, Part Six
One of the beautiful sunsets we enjoyed!
Hey Spanky Friends!
It’s FRIDAY!!! Wheeeeee!!! Nice short week. Soooo, Hubby and I had a fantastic time at the beach last weekend! Freezing, but gorgeous. Monterey rarely has sun, but we got three days of it! Three beautiful sunsets! We went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium on Friday, then checked in to our wonderful hotel. That place rocked! Built on the sand dunes, cars weren’t allowed close to the water, so each room had its own golf cart. The bell captain drove you out to your room and handed you the keys to your own cart. So when you wanted to leave you’d take your cart to the parking lot and exchange it for your car. Too funny. And fun to drive. Amazing rooms with great linens and bath junk. A split of good wine when you arrived and all the heat was provided by a fireplace. Really cool and highly recommended. The hotel is called The Sanctuary Beach Resort and it was in Marina, about ten miles north of Monterey. Nice pool, fantastic location. We ate at Mom and Pop restaurants we found on Yelp. Super awesome food.
But the best part was the sex. We bumped like bunnies. I wanted lots of sex and I got it. Friday we were too tired, but Saturday and Sunday, we made up for it. Six times in all. Twice on Sat and FOUR times on Sunday. Wheeee! I came so much, my face hurt from my Orgasm Expression. A first. For real. The last time we made love, I kept getting distracted because my forehead hurt from scrunching it. You’d think I’d be sore other places, but no. Just my facial muscles. Hubby and I had a good laugh over it. Damn, that was fun.
All week, Hubby and I kept saying, “Wish we were in Monterey fucking.” Hopefully, this weekend, we’ll get back to it. This week was a huge rush, trying to get far too much stuff done. But I intend to attack him tonight when he gets home. Yay!!!! Sex!!!!
And he gave me some righteous spankings, too. I love being spanked after sex. Makes me come again. Damn, that man has a nice touch. So glad I married him a million years ago.
So here is the next installment of Speeding Toward a Spanking, soon to be found in the book, Hanky Spanky.
Hope you guys have a great weekend!!!!
Love and hugs,
Zane finished his meeting and went to his office to work on his computer. A few more details needed to be handled to make the tour go smoothly. Damn, he was gonna miss his wife. He knew she could come for part of the tour, but not all of it. She did have her photography business to look after. But, wow, was he going to miss her. Speaking of which, maybe he’d call her and see how she was doing. No answer. She must be busy with the shoot.
As soon as he put his cell in his pocket, it rang. He took it out. Snark, his bassist was calling him. “Yeah, buddy?” Zane asked.
“Zane, dude. How’d the meeting go?”
“Fine, we got what we needed.”
“Good.” There was a ton of noise in the background.
“Where are you?” Zane asked. “It sounds loud.”
“That’s weird, Lila is there somewhere.”
“I know, that’s why I’m callin’.”
Zane’s heart leapt into his throat. She was in trouble! “Is she okay? Is she hurt? What’s wrong?”
“She’s fine. Really fine. Well, so far,” Snark said.
“What do you mean, so far?”
“Well, she almost wiped out in the last race, but damn, that girl can drive. I’m just callin to tell you, she’s dynamite. But dude, I thought you were all paranoid about her hurtin’ herself. How come you let her do this crazy stuff?”
Zane stood there, his mouth open, his brain not registering Snark’s words. Finally, he snapped out of it. “Back up. Back up a minute. Lila is doing what?”
“Uh, oh. I thought you knew. I was callin’ to find out if you were comin’ down to watch her.”
“Wait a minute. Wait just a minute. Did you just say that Lila was racing?”
“Yeah. She’s down here kickin’ ass. She’s really good, Zane. You oughta see her. Even if she is reckless as hell. She—”
It all came clear to him. Zane exploded. “What the hell?!” He let out a string of expletives.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to get you mad, I thought you knew,” Snark said.
“No, I didn’t. But thanks because it was information I needed. Okay, yeah, I’m on my way. Will she still be there in a couple hours?”
“Yeah, I think so. They just announced one more race and that starts in an hour and a half. If you get down here fast, you’ll be able to watch.”
“Don’t let her see you. I want her to be surprised when I show up.”
“Okay, Zane. I’m sorry, I—”
“Dude, don’t. You’re a good friend. And thanks so much for this call.”
Fire in his veins, Zane kicked an office chair and sent it flying across the room. He was going to annihilate her. Spank her from here to eternity.
Lila saw the opening. It was crazy, she’d be passing on an inside turn, inches from the other guy, but she knew she could do it. She slammed the gas, her head banged against the back of her seat and she shot past the car. She came out of the turn, hit the accelerator and blasted by another car. She was in the lead! She sped around the track once more, effectively blocking any other car from getting ahead of her. She raced past the finish line, a guy waved the flag, it was over. She hooted at the top of her lungs! Oh, God, she won! She really won! She won an actual race!
Bobby John was jumping up and down when she drove into the pit. He bounded over to her, helped her unbuckle herself and helped her out of the car. Two guys who were helping BJ came over to congratulate her.
“I knew you could do it, I knew you could!” Bobby John said, nearly crushing her in a hug.
He let go and she whooped, jumped in place and high-fived all the guys surrounding her.
“That was so freakin’ cool, did you see? Did you see me blow past that guy? Wow, that was fun. That was some of the most awesome fun of my life! Wow, that was scary.”
“Yeah, I saw. You are crazy, girl, just crazy!” BJ laughed. “I knew you’d do good out there, but you did better than I thought. Man, you freakin’ blew doors on all those guys.”
“Congratulations, Mrs. Black,” said Greg Polito, the manager of the track. The big dog-like irritating man. He shook her hand. “You did very well, very well indeed. We need you. You could do well for yourself. You just beat the two top finishing drivers of our amateur league. A bit more training—you are a bit old for this, but you have a few good years left in you—and I believe, with a bit of training you could compete in the regular circuit here.”
Despite his insults, she was shocked. She could compete. As a freakin’ race car driver. Too much. Was it one of her biggest dreams or what?
“Thanks, Greg, but I can’t. I just can’t.”
Mr. Bulldog didn’t blink an eye. “Your husband would certainly be proud of you.”
“I don’t think so.”
Bobby John was looking off over her shoulder. He looked a bit scared suddenly. “Uh, Lila, I think you can ask your husband yourself whether or not he’s proud of you.”
She snapped her head around to where Bobby was looking. All the air got sucked out of her lungs. She felt physically punched in the gut. She wanted to turn in on herself and disappear.
Zane stalked towards her. Towering above the crowds, the man stood out from a hundred yards away. A full head above everyone else, his long black hair flowed behind him. He was wearing sunglasses, but she knew that face. His Death Face. His jaw was clenched, his fists were balled, his shoulders straight and rigid, he was beyond furious.
She was DEAD.
©2007, Michelle Carlyle
Posted by Michelle Carlyle at 8:46 AM