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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, August 13, 2010

Her Secret Life, Part Two

Hey Spankos!

Arrrrggggg. This is a true Friday the 13th for me. I feel like shit. Freakin’ panic attack in the middle of the night. Money worries will do that to you. We’re fine, we’ll be fine, but some stuff came up in the past week that has scared me. Apparently. Been awhile since I’ve laid awake like this. But something hit my buttons and now…I’m exhausted, my belly is buzzing and some part of me is screaming at me to “RUN!” No wonder I write a lot of romantic suspense. Heavy sigh. I think I’ll go back to bed.

So…this week (aside from the money weirdness) I’ve been working on polishing some upcoming releases: Hanky Spanky and two other titles. Yay! More books for sale! Wheeee! Which might help with those money worries.

Damn, I hate this economy. I hate that the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us suffer. I hate that money isn’t going into the schools or where we actually need it, it’s being spent in stupid ways that don’t help the majority. So many of my friends have lost their houses and jobs, it’s crazy. Yet the banks are doing great and so is Big Business. All these businesses are reporting record profits, but they won’t hire new people.

Okay, enough of this gloomy crap. Man. My brain is warped. I think I need to lose myself in one of my stories. Hey, look, there’s one right here. How convenient.

Hugs and love to all my readers,


“Holy Moly! Melvin! It is Gary! He’s coming here to question you! I have to get out of here!” Heather cried, leaping to her feet. She grabbed her bag of pot, shoved it in her pocket and headed for the back door.

“Heather! Wait! I need a witness to the police brutality!” Melvin called after her.

Heather was already into the backyard. She raced through the overgrown yard, leapt up on the back fence and jumped over. Right as she landed, she heard a voice call out behind her. “Wait right there! FBI!” It was Gary. She couldn’t believe this. Heather ran for her life.

She leapt over lawn furniture, raced up to a table next to the fence, jumped up on it and vaulted over.

“I see you! Damn you, wait! FBI! I order you to stop!” he yelled after her.

Her heart pounding out of her chest, Heather ran across the next yard, leapt up on the fence and heaved herself over.

“FBI! Stop!”

How did this happen? Heather raced across one more yard, hopped the fence and landed in the street. Damn it!

She darted across the street, heading for an alley.

“Goddamn you!” came Gary’s cry from behind her.

She ran down the alley, turned the corner and saw the train tracks ahead of her. It was then she heard the train. She had to make it, she had to make it in front of the train. It was her only way out.

Even though she was nearly out of breath, somehow the terror of being caught by Gary propelled her faster.

“FBI! STOP!” he shouted. She checked over her shoulder; he was closing in on her. He was still a good fifty feet away, but he was getting closer by the minute.

The train’s deafening horn blared. The crossing gates were coming down up the block.

“Don’t try it! It’s not worth it! I only want to talk to you!” Gary cried out.

Heather’s entire focus was on the train and the tracks in front of her. It was going to be close.

She ran flat out for the tracks, the train was right there. Using every bit of her strength, she launched herself over the tracks. The conductor blared the horn.

She saw the train out of her peripheral vision; it looked like it was going to hit her.

She landed on the other side of the tracks just as the blast of the wind from the train hit her. She kept running, barely believing that she’d made it. She finally came to stop and checked behind her. The train was a long one, she’d made it.

Unable to believe what she’d just done, she turned away from the train and kept running. She had to get back home. She’d pick up her motorcycle later. Good thing there’d been no parking in front of Melvin’s. She’d parked down the block. Hopefully, Gary wouldn’t see the cycle. It least it was a stock Honda and a very popular model.

Heather didn’t stop panicking until she reached the safety of her own home. She rushed inside, hid her pot in her stash place and headed for the shower. She had to ditch her clothes and get the sweat off. No clues. Gary was due in two hours. Of course, if they arrested Melvin, maybe Gary would be delayed.

Three hours later, when she heard the knock at her door followed by the sound of it opening, she was ready. She had her fake work out on her desk, had prepared dinner and was casually dressed in sweats and t-shirt. She even took off her make up in an effort to appear like she’d been home all day.

When Gary’s face appeared at her office door, she didn’t bat an eye. She leapt out of her chair and ran to him. He grinned and brought her in for a lovely kiss.

“So how’s my favorite girl today?” he asked, his blue eyes twinkling down at her. She ran her hand through his flame red hair. “Better now that you’re here.”

He kissed her again. “So you been home all day?”

“Oh, yeah. Got a huge part of a manual done.”

“Good girl. So what’s cookin’? It smells great.”

“Pot roast,” she said.

“Mmm, sounds great. Tomorrow, I’m takin’ you out.”

“Ooo, where?”

“It’s a surprise. Actually, I have a couple surprises for you tonight.”

“Really? What kind of surprises?”

He smiled down at her. “You’ll just have to wait. Hey, I’m gonna throw on some sweats, too. You wanna come watch?”

“Food first, then sex. If I watch you, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

“We could have sex before and after,” he said, reaching for her.

“I’m too hungry. Go get changed, then we can eat. You’re a bit late.”

“Yeah, had some problems at work.”

“Poor thing. Go change and meet me in the kitchen. You can tell me all about it.”

Heather was in the kitchen, congratulating herself for running. This was so cool. Gary would never know that it had been her at Melvin’s. Whew, dodged that bullet!

“Honey?” Gary called out.


“Could you come here a minute?”

“Sure. Just a sec.” Heather put down her wineglass and went to her bedroom. Gary had changed into sweats and black t-shirt. He looked so hot!

“What is it?” she asked, walking up to him.

“Hey, look what I found,” he said, handing her a small plastic object.

She looked at it. It was her Godzilla key ring. She’d spent a full hour searching for it that afternoon.

“God, I’ve been looking all over for this, where did you find it?” she asked.

The look in his eye changed. It darkened.

“What? Where did you find it?” she asked.

“At 4545 Willow Avenue,” he said as his mouth grew tight.

Heather felt like someone clubbed her over the head. She got dizzy. She had to sit. She collapsed on the bed. It was over. Over and done with.

©2010, Michelle Carlyle


PK said...

Oh boy! She's in it good and deep now. Being there was one thing but putting her life on the line to get away. This poor girl is in for a serious rump roasting!

This one had my heart pounding!

Keep writing girl, this one great!!


Paul said...

Hi Michelle, I'm back and feeling much better.
I've caught up with all your chapters and enjoyed them immensely.
If Heather were my girl she wouldn't be able to sit for at least a week, after such a dangerous trick.
I hope for the sake of your butt, you don't emulate your heroines.

Sorry to hear about your concerns, economic affairs are arse over tip, here in the UK and Europe also.
We need to hang a few Bankers to cure their greed, I doubt a flogging would do the trick.
Hopefully night fears are seldom as bad in the light of day.
Love and warm hugs,

Michelle Carlyle said...

Pk!!! Glad you're enjoying the story! And great work on your blog and attracting such great writers. You rock!

Paul! I've missed you, buddy! I'm so glad you're back!!! And so happy you're feeling better, I was worried about you.

And yes, in the light of day, all my fears are just that. Fears. I just have some PTSD from some early childhood crap that rears its ugly head once in a while. And I wish I'd posted AFTER I'd really woken up. My cousin came by and we had a great talk and the day turned out to be fun. Well, the last part of it, anyways.

But I'm still upset at the way the globe is going. Bankers are evil.

Anyhoo, so happy to see you both here!

Hugs and love,